Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Dylan - You Tell Him You're Pregnant

Yep, it was positive. The third pregnancy test you've taken in a week is positive. You and Dylan have discussed having kids before, but you both know that the pair of you weren't ready. Dylan was busy with his newly booming acting career, and you were too young - it just wasn't the time for this to be happening. 

You really didn't want to tell Dylan. Shooting for Teen Wolf and The Death Cure was time consuming, but he was happy. You didn't want to ruin his happiness, and decided to delay the time to tell him. Eventually, you knew delaying the time wasn't going to do anything, you'd have to tell him now or later. 

It's been three weeks since you took the last pregnancy test, and you couldn't keep it to yourself any longer. You needed to tell him, he was the other half to the person growing inside of you, he deserved to know - he had to. 

Dylan had gotten home about two hours ago, shooting for Teen Wolf had become less rushed and he had more time for you. You could hear the television playing in your shared room, and you decided to tell him now. You walked to the room you knew he was and slowly opened it, peeking your head inside. His head looked towards you and a lazy smile spread across his face. 

"Hey, beautiful," He spoke, causing you to smile. You walked in and closed the door behind you, walking to the bed. 

"Do you have a moment?" You asked, the nerves kicking in. He furrowed his eyebrows in worry and nodded, muting the TV. 

"What's wrong?" He asked, motioning his hands for you to come near him and you obeyed, getting on the bed and climbing towards him. He pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest and his hand playing with your hair. This moment was a nice, and temporarily made you forget what you came in here to tell him. 

He didn't say anything, assuming when you were ready to talk, you would. After a few moments of you two peacefully sitting with each other, you began talking. 

"I'm not really sure how to say this, Dyl..." You murmured, eyes drifting down to the bed and your heart speeding up. His hand immediately stopped playing with your hair, and stilled on your arm. 

"Are you having an affair?" He blurted, causing you to gasp and turn around to smack him on the arm. 

"Don't be an idiot," You muttered, playfully rolling your eyes, despite now not being the time to be playful. "Just, let me talk, okay?" Dylan often liked to make awkward and tense moments light, but he knew when you were serious about something he wouldn't try to make light of a situation. 

"Um," You began, hands coming together to twirl and fiddle. "Dylan, I'm pregnant." You gulped, shutting your eyes and waiting for his reaction. You were scared - no, you were petrified. Not that Dylan would leave you, God no, but that he'd be mad. Was it your fault? Of course not. But what if he thought it was? Would he want an abortion? 

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you were thankful you weren't facing him right. You didn't need him to see your tears, you had to be strong. He hadn't said anything, and he was as still as a post. What did that mean? 

The tension was too much for you to handle, you moved your head from his chest and brought your knees to your chest. You still hadn't looked at him, scared of what emotions he face may hold. You finally looked at him, and he was starring right back at you. His jaw was tightly clenched, and his eyes were deathly serious. You couldn't tell if he was mad, sad, excited? You wiped at the tears rolling down your cheeks, and finally spoke.

"Say something, Dylan." You spoke quietly and lowly. When the words left your mouth, his eyes looked down for a quick second, then flickering back to your own, as if being brought out of deep thought. He let out a large sigh, not making you feel any calmer. You looked down at your knees instead of looking at him. This was too much, you couldn't handle this any longer. You needed to know how he was feeling. If he wasn't going to say anything, you would have to leave.

"Talk to me when you're ready." You mumbled, getting off the bed and walking towards the door. 

"Y/N," He said, trying to get your attention. You opened the door anyway, walking to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy. You grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your vigorously, trying to get rid of the tears. You saw through the mirror Dylan walk behind you. He looked at you through the mirror with a sad look on his face. Before, you were confident he wouldn't leave you. But now, you weren't so sure. Why would he stay with you? If he had the chance to leave this situation, to leave this child he didn't want in the first place, why wouldn't he? It would be so easy. The thought made your eyes swell with fresh tears. 

Dylan came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His face was between your shoulder and neck, hiding it. He let out another sigh, before he looked up at you through the mirror. 

"Come on, don't cry," he soothed, a hand coming up to your face to wipe away your tears. You squeezed your eyes shut. His hands rubbed circles on the side of your waist, and he slowly turned you around. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, him looking down at you softly. He continued to wipe away your tears with his long, soft fingers. 

"I don't want you to leave me." You blurted, speaking the one thing that was on your mind. His fingers stopped moving on your cheek and he shook his head. 

"Please don't say that," he said with his eyes you shut. He looked back down at you, head still shaking. "I would never leave you like this. Ever." He spoke confidently, which made you feel so much more relieved. You knew he would be here with you in this situation, you were going to do this together. You broke out into a smile, more tears spilling, but this time from happiness. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. He stroked the back of your hair and put his other hand on your back, rubbing circles. 

"It's not exactly the best time, yeah," He said into your hair, "but it's not the end of the world." He pulled you away from him and he held your upper arms in place, "I will always want to have a child with you. I just didn't think it would be so soon." He chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the situation. "But we're doing this together, Y/N. You'll never have to do this alone." He said, and you smiled such a genuine smile, tears continuing to spill. You hugged him tighter this time, not wanting to let go. 

"Come on," He took your hand and guided you back to your room, and you followed him onto the bed, lying your head on his chest and resting your hand there. He stroked your back and took your hand, holding it gently. 

"You know, there is abortion," You said unsurely. 

"I know you don't want to do that." He spoke quietly. 

"Won't this get in the way of your movies?" You asked. You don't want to ruin all the opportunities he's getting, you're so proud of him and you don't want him to miss a single thing. 

"You're more important, Y/N." You shook your head.

"We'll be okay. Don't let us get in the way of all the opportunities you have." 

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." He shooshed you, you two lying there in silence. You knew whatever was to come, you'd be in this together. 

And you couldn't be happier.