These are imagines with characters that Dylan O'Brien has played. Such as, Stuart Twombly, Stiles Stilinski, Dave Hodgeman, Thomas, AND HIMSELF.
I'm gonna warn you that most of them are Stiles soo get over it....
LOVE YOU LOVELIES <3
It was the beginning of junior year and you decided that you wanted to do something special for your 17th birthday.
You convinced Stiles to come with you, who you spent the entire day with. He was your best friend, who you had a little crush on. It's one of those relationship which you wouldn't mind being together, but what you have now is okay now.
You sat down in a chair, waiting for the tattooist to arrive. "Your sure you don't want this one?"
You looked over to Stiles holding a giant lizard tattoo sketch. "Too soon?"
You chuckled as he walked around, looking at all the tattoo sketch's on the wall. You watched in admiration as his eyes traced the walls, slowly walking around.
"Alright, what do you what?" The tattooist appears from around the corner.
"I want this one." You gave him a picture of the heartbeat monitor thing.
"Not a popular one, but good choice," he said, pulling it out of the package. "Any particular reason you want this one?"
"Um, it's somewhat of a reminder that I'm still alive." You smiled at it.
"Deep." He said as he prepared his needle.
"Okay, you ready? You ain't got a problem with needles, do you?"
"Nope."
"I tend to get a little squeamish though-" Stiles said as he stared as the needle moving across your skin. You winced at the pain as Stiles fainted.
"Damn," the tattooist said. "Is he gonna be alright?"
"Surprisingly, he faint's a lot," you said. "He'll be alright."
2 hours later, you were done. Your tattoo was done and official. Stiles woke up about an hour ago, holding his head.
"Are you done yet?" He asked.
"One more hour." You winced.
For the next hour, he held your hand, kissing your knuckles when he inked over a vein or bone.
He put a bandage over it, telling me to wait for it to heal and apply an ointment regularly.
A few months later, Allison was dead.
You didn't want to be here anymore. Without Allison, the world felt incomplete. Your world felt incomplete.
You told Stiles you were thinking about leaving, hence he was at your house 10 minutes later.
"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting on the bed beside you.
"I can't do it anymore," you sighed. "Everything we do, everyone always dies."
He pulled your hand from underneath the blankets, pulling up your sleeve to reveal your tattoo.
"You remember why you got this?" he said, running his thumb over it. "As a reminder that you were alive. Y/n, you're still alive. You're gonna be okay."
He wiped a single tear that fell down your cheek before pulling you into a hug.
"You're gonna be okay because I love you." He pulled back before softly pressing his lips against yours.
You kissed him back passionately, putting your hands on his face.
"I love you, too."
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f someone has a problem with how i write, don't post shitty comments telling me it doesn't go like that, or that's not how it goes or correcting my quotes. If you have a problem, don't put it out for my other readers to read, i don't want them to see that crap. Inbox me, seriously man, i understand i was bound to get criticism, but damn, you don't have to tell me everything wrong with the way i write. "This isn't how the show goes" sometimes it not based right off the fucking show. Seriously, if you're gonna be a hypocrite, do it where no one else can see it. Jeez.
