Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Dylan - You Feel Insecure

Tonight was Dylan's Red Carpet event, and you were going with him as his date. The limousine is planned to be here in an hour, and you were having a mental break down in the bathroom. Your hair was done to the best of your ability, and the tight, mid-leg dress you decided on hugged your body tightly. Despite you looking no different than how you imagined, you couldn't stop pointing out your flaws. You genuinely couldn't see your own beauty, despite everyone else reminding you how beautiful you are. 

Everything seemed to be wrong about you. Your waist wasn't small enough, your breasts weren't large enough. Your nose was too big, and your lips were too small. Of all nights, it had to be the worst one to decide to feel insecure about every damn quality on you. 

You reached behind you and removed a layer of toilet paper, using it to dab under your moist eyes. You could feel tears ejecting from your eyes, but you knew this would only make things worse. Yes, it would ruin the makeup you spent an hour applying, but seeing yourself cry in the mirror could do no good. 

Yet, you couldn't help it. Tears flowed out of you with no control, the endless torturous thoughts racing around your mind. You knew you were beautiful, everyone reminded you of how beautiful you were, so why couldn't you see it? Why would Dylan stay with someone so mediocre as you? 

Sobs started to escape your throat, and you sunk to the ground, back pressed against the bathtub. You brought your knees to your chest and hid your head between them, trying to be as quiet as possible with your ringing sobs. 

"Y/N?" Dylan's voice alarmingly asked from behind the locked bathroom door. You didn't answer, only sobbed. 

"Y/N? Why are you crying?" His concerned tone didn't leave, and you heard the door handle rattle, him clearly trying to gain entrance. "Y/N, come on, please open the door." He gently asked. You slowly looked up to the barrier between you and your boyfriend, and let your lip quiver. You reached up to unlock the lock, and Dylan immediately opened the door. He searched the small area rapidly before looking down, finding you sat on the cold tiled ground, tears streaming your face. 

"Y/N.." He breathed out, crouching down beside you and wrapping you in a hug. You straight away melted into his embrace and lay your head on his shoulder, letting your sobs out. His large hand moved soothingly up and down your back, as the other one held the back of your head against his shoulder. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, him allowing you to let out your sorrows into his body. You finally pulled away slightly, looking up at him through your ruined lashes. 

"I'm sorry, Dyl," You quiver, looking down feeling guilty. 

"For what?" He whispered, bringing your face up to look at him. "Y/N, what are you sorry for, baby?" He looked at you softly, wanting to know what was making you upset. 

"It's stupid." You answer, feeling incredibly embarrassed. You wipe underneath your eyes, already knowing your makeup would be ruined at this point anyway. 

"Tell me what's wrong." He gently urged, his fingers lightly caressing your jaw. You brought your knees to the ground, as Dylan stayed crouching next to you. 

"I just felt... really insecure." You let out, scared Dylan would find you ridiculous for crying over something like that. His face fell instantly, and he brought his hand up to hold your cheek. 

"About what?" He frowned, searching your face. 

You sighed. "Everything, Dylan." You shut your eyes briefly. "I don't find myself pretty at all. I want to look perfect for you and I feel like I'm letting you down." You look down at your fidgeting fingers rather than his eyes. 

"Y/N," Dylan says sadly, reaching down with one hand to hold your intertwined hands. "You are so unbelievably gorgeous and you don't even know how lucky I feel every day to be with you. I wish you could see how beautiful you are." You look up at him with a sad smile, his returning your with a warm one. "You're so amazing, Y/N. Inside and out, I couldn't ask for anything more." 

Your eyes start to water up again at the sweetness of your boyfriend. "I love you, Dylan." His smile stretches. 

"I love you more." He moves his head forward to give you a kiss on the lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling away a centimetre away from your face. "Y/N, as much as I want you with me tonight, you don't have to go. I'd completely understand." 

"Of course I'll go, Dylan. I just have to re-fix my makeup and hair and I'll be good to go, I promise." You smile at him. He looks down at your lips for a second, then back at your eyes. 

"Okay." He replies softly. He gives your lips one last quick peck, before he gets up. "Come on beautiful, the limo will be here in half an hour and I can't wait for everyone to see my gorgeous date." He lends his hand down for you to grab, in which he helps you to your feet. He kisses all over your face, you letting out short giggles which makes him smile. 

"Dyl, I have to get ready." You let out between little laughs. 

"Okay, okay." He steps back. "Leave the door open." He says as he walks out and you let out an embarrassed laugh. "Love you, baby." He shouts again before leaving the bathroom and walking into your shared room. You got ready for the night ahead, and ended up enjoying every minute of it.