When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stuart when...

Stuart when you go to the strip club

As the intern group was all excited and pumped for the strip club, you found yourself choking down three shots of tequila in an abandoned booth at the back of the club.

You were thinking about Stuart and about your hatred towards the nerdy asshole with glasses.

You spot him on the other side of the club receiving a lap dance from a dirty brunette with nothing but a thin line of underwear on her waist. He was memorized by her while his glasses threatened to fall off his face.

She doesn't care about him, she's nothing. You try to convince yourself as you chug down another shot and slamming back on the table.

You ignored the voice in your head threatening to tell yourself your feelings for Stuart but the numbness in your brain contains it.

You wobble up from the booth and make your way to the dance floor drunkly just wanting to free your mind from whatever your thoughts are towards Stuart.

You sway your hips to the beat and close your eyes raising your hands in a swirling motion.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grip your waist tight and hot breath fans over your neck causing you to shiver in delight.

You dance together not bothering to identify the face holding your waist.

"Hey! Get off of her!" A voice shouts behind you and the tight grip is gone making your drunk self groan. 

You turn and see the stranger and a furious Stuart. "Fuck off nerd, she's mine" The stranger says. "Yeah. Fuck off Stuart leave us aloonneee" You slur your words and rest your arm on the strangers shoulder smirking at Stuart.

"Come with me" His low husky breath whispers in your ear as you nod your head letting him take your hand and towards the exit of the club.

"No! Y/N I'm not letting you get laid  with this asshole" Stuart says ripping his hand away and punching him square in the jaw.

"Fine! Take her, the bitch doesn't mean anything" The stranger says throwing your flimsy body into Stuart's chest causing you to stumble but him holding you upright.

"Common Y/N" Stuart soothingly says leading you out into the alley next to the club.

"Stuart why the hell did you do that" You ask resting your back against the cold wall of the club. "I couldn't let him take advantage of you like that. Especially when you're in this state" He says putting his arm on the wall next to your head.

"It was my decision though! See this is why I hate you! I hate you Stuart!" You yell pushing him aside and walking away before he quickly sends you back into his chest.

"Do you really hate me?" You don't respond looking straight into his eyes. "Tell me you hate me Y/N and I'll let you walk away"

"I-I" You stutter contemplating your decision. "I like you" You finally let your brain admit.

"Thank god" Stuart says before connecting your lips.

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a/n: I have a big spam coming up for all you Thomas fans ;)