Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Thomas - Gally Doesn't Like You and Thomas Dating

Ever since you came to the Glade, Thomas instantly made you feel safe, and like you weren't alone anymore. You'd been in here for a good while, just about more than a year, and you and Thomas had been a thing since almost the beginning; for about eleven months. Gally has never liked you two spending so much time together, being happy. He'd always make snippy remarks, try to take you away from each other, and both you and Thomas were sick of it. You never said anything because, to be honest, Gally scared you a little bit. Thomas has always wanted to say something, but you always told him not to, it would only make the situation worst. 

You'd been a track-hoe all of your time here, and Thomas was a runner. A bloody good one at that. Sometimes, before he began the day running, he'd come and visit you and talk to you while you gardened, tiled and whatnot. If he didn't in the mornings, he'd do them in the evening, sometimes even as soon as he got back. There wasn't a day where you two wouldn't talk, you were obsessed with each other, you'd go as far and say you loved him. 

The runners have just got back, and from where you were stood in the garden, you could see Thomas and the rest run in, looking hot and sweaty, per usual. You stood there and smiled at Thomas, seeing everyone go up and congratulate them on their efforts. You never felt the need to go up to them with the rest of the Gladers, you get your own private show anyway. 

You'd be raking through the soil when Thomas came up beside you and removed the pond weed rake from your hands. You looked up and he was smiling down at you. 

"You look sweaty." You commented, turning around and smiling back at him. 

"So do you." He replied, smirking. You pursed your lips and smacked him on the arm. 

"Thanks." You sarcastically said and chuckled. 

"Thomas!" You heard Gally shout from behind you, and you saw Thomas's jaw tense and nostril flares. You turned around and saw Gally walking up to you two with a disapproving look on his face. 

"What, Gally?" Thomas spat out, looking deathly angry. And I don't blame him, we're fed up with Gally trying to control us, never wanting us to be happy, constantly taking us away from each other. Why can't he just let us be happy? We do what we're meant to do in the Glade, and sure, I stop working for a minute, two minutes tops to talk to him, but surely they can survive. No one else has a problem with it. 

"Distracting Y/N from her work, are we now?" He asked and rose his eyebrows, seriously pissing me off. I could tell Thomas was trying with everything in him not to punch him.

"Just talking. Do you have a problem with that?" 

"I do, actually. You see that pond weed rake you're holding? Well, she should be holding it, not you." Gally answered, making Thomas' veins pop in his muscles and neck. 

"Is she not allowed to talk for one minute?" Thomas sucked his teeth, annoyance seeping though every inch of his body. 

"That's being off task to me." 

"Well you know what, Gally? Why don't you bring this up with Zark and Minho, because last time I checked, you were keeper of the builders, not the runners, or the track-hoes. Zark and Minho don't have a problem with me coming and talking to my girlfriend, so why do you? Huh?" He finished, taking a foot step closer to Gally in a threatening manor. When Gally didn't answer, Thomas pushed him further. 

"What? Can't stand to see people happy, is that it? Or wait, wait, wait, maybe it's because you're bored? No? Perhaps you're jealous that I've had Y/N from day one and not you? Is that it?" Gally clenched his jaw tightly and Thomas chuckled malevolently. 

"I think we've found what's triggered you, hey buddy? Can't stand seeing me with Y/N, can you?" Though Thomas was angry, and for a fair reason, he was taking it too far now. He's only making things worst now and being horrible.