Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Thomas - He Ignores You

After a long and tiring day of working in the glade, you were happy to finally be going to sleep. You found your way to where you and Thomas slept together and crept in beside him, resting your head on his chest and draping your arm over him. 

"How was your day?" You spoke quietly, making sure not to disturb the others. 

"The same." He replied back flatly, his hand coming up to your head where he played with the stands of your hair lazily. You were expecting him to ask how your day was, but he didn't. 

"It's starting to get colder now." You mentioned, you could tell it was becoming winter. This was good for escaping the heat and humidity of the glade, but bad for the crops. Some of them needed the humidity to grow. 

He hummed in response and his hands stilled. 

"Are you okay?" You ask, leaning on your forearms to look at him. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows - annoyance? 

"I'm fine." He replies, moving his eyes back to look at the dull black sky. 

"You don't seem very chatty." You state, your arm that was draped over him moving to play with the hem of his shirt. 

"Maybe I'm just not in the mood to talk, okay? I'm tired, Y/N." He slightly snapped. You felt your heart drop a little, not knowing whether you'd done something to upset him or not. Nonetheless, he clearly needed his own time and space. 

"Okay." You mumbled, lying back down and turning the opposite way. You didn't get to sleep for another hour, it didn't feel right falling asleep without being close to Thomas.  

The next morning Thomas was up and away before you. You assumed he was out running, and carried on with your own duties. You hoped after a sleep and the day to himself he'd be okay. When the runners returned later in the day, you were half expecting for Thomas to come up to you like he usually did. You stood a little straighter, excited to see him. It was the same thing every day, but never failed to give you butterflies. 

Those butterflies quickly turned to hurt when Thomas made eye contact with you and ignored you. 

You didn't understand. Had you done something wrong? Why was he giving you the cold shoulder? 

You weren't going to chase after him, so instead, you stuck your head down and got back into your duties. That's all you could do. 

It was time for dinner and Thomas didn't show. That wasn't like him - that wasn't like any of the Gladers not to show up for dinner. It was the best time of day. 

"Where's Thomas?" Newt asked as he sat down beside you. 

"I'm not sure." You mumble, scanning the area for him. 

"He was agitated all day today. Was shankin' annoying, I'll tell ya'" Minho added, shaking his head. I frowned to myself, where was he? 

"I'm gonna go try and find him. He has to eat." You said, standing up with your bowl in hand. 

"Y/N, maybe he just needs some space." Newt suggested, looking at Minho with hesitation. You sigh and rub your forehead. 

"He needs food." You snap back and turn around, walking away from the boys and to literally anywhere Thomas may be. 

As you guessed, he was sat to the far entrance of the forest, right next to the wall. His back was faced to you, and he was leaned against the tree behind him, tapping his foot quickly. You composed yourself and sighed, slowly walking near him.