Thomas tmr - X reader fanfiction

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Y/N's POV

"Y/N what do you mean it's not safe out here?" Minho said and broke the silence. "There's no time to explain". "NO! you tell me right now," He grabbed my arm stopping me in my tracks. "I agree with Minho on this one" Thomas said avoiding eye contact. I looked at him in disbelieve.

"Fine... seems like we ain't getting any further before I tell you," I said irritated. I took a deep breath before speaking clearly feeling uneasy about what I was going to say; "There's a griever out here". "WHAT?" they both shouted. I quickly covered their mouths. "Are you insane?! Not so loud" I whispered yelled. "We are not too far away from where I last saw it." At that moment I felt a shiver running down my spine. I looked around but nothing. Everything seemed off. To quiet. Minho removed my hand from his mouth grabbing my attention: "Whait you saw a griever and lived to tell about it?" he said surprised.

"Shush...".

"No, I'm proud of you. It's not every day one liv..."

"Minho for once in your life just shut it and do as you're told," I said surprised by my own words.

His expression faltered into a terrified one. I took a deep breath looking down at the ground: "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." I started looking up at Minho and Thomas frozen in their places both pointing in the same direction. I was confused by their sudden behaviour and turned around to see what they were seeing. And there it was. Up in the sky-high trees. A griever.

"RUN!" Thomas yelled terrified. "Whait... look," I said holding onto Thomas' arm. Slightly leaning against him as I pointed towards a shadow near the tree. I looked up meeting his eyes earning a slight smile from him before looking back at the shadow. His gaze soon following mine. "What is it?" Minho asked. Fear clearly visible in his voice making the words almost unable to hear. Despite the look of terror in his eyes as his gaze was fixed on the griever, he acted as nothing could possibly harm him. "It's Newt" I said happily. "Where?" he said finally taking his eyes off the sleeping griever. "Over there behind the tree," Thomas said and looked down at me. Our eyes meeting. I looked into his mesmerizing deep brown eyes and with one hand he lightly cupped my cheek leaning towards me. "Guys, this is not the time to make out" Minho pointed out. "Look, something's wrong with Newt." Minho was right. I took a closer and noticed him limping. "We gotta help him," I said and ran in his direction with Minho right behind me. "Newt!" Minho yelled. Newt turned around and started walking towards us.

"Guys..." Thomas said looking up at the trees.

"Not now Thomas" I said as I grab Newt by the hand. "Guys..." Thomas said again. This time a little louder than before. "Newt are you okay?" I asked as Minho finally got to us putting Newt's arm around his shoulder. "GUYS!!!" Thomas yelled. "WHAT?" I snapped. "LOOK!!!" he pointed up on where the griever were. "It's gone...". "Where did it go?" Minho asked and looked around. "Be...behind...you...Tommy" Newt said said right before passing out. Thomas turned around and looked directly into the griever. "RUN THOMAS!" I yelled. And he did.

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Sorry for the short chapter. I hope you like it so far. Keep reading :)