Dylan O'Brien Imagines

*A Second Chance-Dylan O'Brien

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, unprotected sex, language, car sex

You should be happy with a little bit of nerves on your wedding day. But I wasn't. I wasn't happy. I was debating whether or not I was making the biggest mistake of my life. All I could think was that this was all happening so fast.

Chase asked me to marry him less than three months ago. We had only been dating 10 months when he asked me. Even when he was on bended knee and said those four words, I had a uneasy feeling in my stomach. I cared for him and I told him I loved him, but in that moment I wasn't 100% certain that he was who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And I have one person to blame for that doubt.

Dylan O'Brien.

I stopped pacing my dressing room when his name entered my mind. I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about him since we broke up. Of course I've thought about him. He was the love of my life. I smiled as I thought about us growing up.

Dylan and I were inseparable as children. We lived across the street from each other and our families hung out all the time. We spent practically every day together.

He was my first boyfriend. "Boyfriend" was kind of a loose term for what he was to me. First of all, we were in first grade when we became "boyfriend" and "girlfriend". We "dated" throughout elementary school and middle school, but stopped in eighth grade when I was asked to the eighth-grade dance by my crush, Henry Jacobs.

Even when Henry asked me to be his girlfriend officially, nothing changed between Dylan and I. We still acted like a couple. We actually acted more like a couple than Henry and I did. Henry and I only went out until halfway through freshman year. The day he broke up with me, Dylan came to my house with pizza, ice cream, and all of my favorite movies.

Sophomore year, Dylan and I were lab partners in chemistry. We were studying for an upcoming test one night when I fell asleep on his shoulder.

I wasn't quite asleep when I felt him lean down and press a kiss to the top of my head. I held my breath as he whispered, "I wish I could say this when you were awake, but. . . I love you."

I went the rest of the school year knowing the truth. We were at a friend's party to kick off the summer when I ended up saying something to him about it.

~•~

I was outside sitting by the pool when I felt someone sit by me. "Hey," Dylan smiled. "You okay?"

I debated about what to say to him. What he said to me the night hasn't left my mind since he whispered it. I took a deep breath before saying, "No, I'm not."

I looked over to see his face drop. "What's wrong? What happened? Did Henry try and talk to you? Did the cheerleaders say something to you again? I swear if they did. . ." He jumped up and started heading inside. I quickly ran after him, grabbing his hand.

"They didn't say anything to me, Dylan," I said as I subconsciously intertwined our fingers.

"Then what's going on? Why aren't you okay?"

I bit my lip as I tried to gather as much courage as I could. "What's going on is. . . You."

"Me?" He asked, his voice getting caught in his throat. "What. . . What did I do? I swear, whatever it was, I didn't mean it. I swear. I never, ever, meant to hurt you. And if I did. . . I usually know right away."

"Dylan," I cut him off. "Breathe."

"What did I do?" He asked softly.

"Nothing intentionally," I said with a small smile that made him let out a sigh of relief. "The truth is, I heard you."