You were pleased, because you always wanted to read about yourself on Tumblr.
You scroll, and you stop, because a certain post catches your eye.
It mentions you. Vaguely, but you know it is you. And it is written by someone whom you have never met, because they wanted to please someone whom they have never met.
You reblog the post. You scroll on, while a smooth voice narrates your actions. And you are content, because you always wanted someone to make a post about you.
That smooth voice is Morgan Freeman
"Hey there love could you do a newt from TMR imagine where yn is new to the glade ans she and newt kinda hate each other but they feel a connection, then in the middle of an argument he kisses her passionately? Please thankyou love" - requested by Anonymous
Note: I know it’s more of a drabble/one-shot, than an imagine. I hope you don’t mind. And I’m sorry I’ve taken so long :(
It had been about a week since you had woken up in the Glade. You still woke up every morning lost, you kept forgetting where you were. It would all flood back into your mind, like the sunlight through the makeshift window.