Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Night Changes | Stuart Twombly

Imagine #27

Word Count: 2169

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THIRD PERSON:

"Sunshine..."

Y/N sleepily groans as she turns over in the comfy sheets, not wanting to be bother at the moment.

"Sunshine, it's New Years Eve and I want to do something."

She peeks out through one eye, the sunlight blinding her instantly and she immediately turns back over to face her boyfriend. Opening both her eyes, she finds Stuart staring down at her with a cute lopsided grin.

"Good morning," He leans down pressing chaste kiss to her lips. "We have several hours until two thousand eighteen hits us, and we aren't spending it in here."

She lets out a pout, puckering out her bottom lip. "But why? We've never left the house for New Years Eve since the first time we celebrated it together."

He shrugs, leaning on his forearm now. "I guess I wanted to treat my girl for a few hours before we start another new year together- and many more, of course."

Y/N blushes, "Okay, okay, let me get cleaned up and we can as soon as I'm done."

"Uh, how about we shower together, you know, to bring in the New Year's Eve spirit?" He awkwardly says, rubbing over the little scruff he was forming.

The girl sits up, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "I know damn well that you don't want to bring in the "spirit"...but I guess you can join me."

Stuart claps his hands together in success, and hops out of bed to follow his girlfriend into the bathroom. While she was hoping it would be a quick and easy shower- Stuart thought differently, but Y/N didn't need to know that.

About an hour later the two step out and slip on clothes. Y/N making sure her outfit was comfy, yet still casual, which consisted of cropped gray hoodie, black skinny jeans and black vans. Stuart on the other hand, was wearing navy blue plain T-shirt with black skinny jeans, paired with his black vans.

"No beanie today, bub?" She touches the top of her boyfriends' head, ruffling his hair.

He shakes his head, grabbing the keys off the key-rack. "I got tired of my mini trend, so I gave all my beanies away."

Y/N gasps, "But what if I loved the beanies?"

Now it was Stuart's turn to gasps, and he pretends to be hurt by placing his hand over his heart. "Is that you're way of saying I look terrible without them? Because if so, then I'm heartbroken, Sunshine."

"Oh, no, no!" She rapidly exclaims, giggling, and throwing her arms around his waist. "I love you either way- just don't go bald, of course."

He playfully hisses, placing his large hands on her upper arms. "I don't know. If you keep stressing me out then I might end up bald sooner than you think, Sunshine."

Y/N lets out a scoff, punching him gently in the gut. "I'm positive that I'm not the one for your stress. It's that google job of yours."

"I know, and I'm just kidding- you could never stress me out. If anything, you're the one person that happens to relieve my stress." He admits, leaning down to place a kiss to her forehead. "Now, shall we get going, madam?"

"We shall. What's our first destination?" She asks, linking her arm with his.

Stuart points to the front door, using a dramatic voice he responds with, "To Denny's!"