Celebrity Interracial Imagines

Dylan O'Brien x Reader

   Y/N'S POV

  "Dylan, have you seen my shampoo?"

  I literally tore down the whole bathroom looking for my shampoo. The shampoo that was literally my lifesaver.

  Dylan poked his head in from the bedroom and said,"No, baby, I haven't seen it. Wait, didn't you say something about running out of it the other day?"

  I replied,"Did I? Do you remember what day it was?"

  Dylan shook his head and said,"Not really, but I think it could have been Monday."

  I really just stood there having to think about it.

  I said,"Are you sure that's what you heard me say?"

  Dylan laughed and nodded saying,"I'm positive, Y/N. Look, I'll just go get you some down the street and then I'll be right back. How does that sound?"

  I gave him a quick kiss and said,"That sounds amazing. Thank you! Love you!"

  He grabbed his keys and made his way out the door saying,"Love you, too."

  I heard the front door close downstairs, before I pulled out my shampoo. I really just created a distraction for Dylan to get out of the house.
  I had been working on a present for him for the last couple of days. It was a self-portrait I drew from him and then filled with color. Since I really loved to draw, it was more than just a time killer for me. I hoped Dylan saw that.

  I set it down in front of the bed, along with the huge card I made for him. I quickly put the shampoo bottle back when Dylan made it back.
  He handed me the two bottles of shampoo and then stopped himself from leaving back out the door.

  He noticed my work and smiled real big saying,"Is this me, Y/N?"

  I nodded and replied,"Yes. Do you like it? I also made you a huge card with your favorite colors on it."

  Dylan read the card, and he spent a while taking in my art. I could tell just how amazed he was, given he had never really seen my work before.

  Dylan said,"Thank you. I really love the portrait of me and the card. You're talented. Have you made more stuff like this before?"

  I shook my head and said,"No, I just wanted to do something special for you. It was supposed to be a big thank you for taking care of me."

  Dylan pulled me in for a hug and said,"I don't mind taking care of you. I love you. I'll put these up in the house where everyone can see them."

  I nodded and Dylan quickly added,"If that's okay with you.."

  I nodded again and he went to go put up my thank you gifts to him. I washed my hair and rinsed it before I sat down.
I began to do my hair and Dylan just sat down beside me.

  I looked over at him and said,"You called me?"

  Dylan watched me and said,"No. I want to ask you something, but I'm not sure how to ask you. I don't want to offend you or make you really upset."

  I realized this had to be a hair question, so I laughed and said,"Ask me, O'Brien. Ask me."

  He asked me,"When you get braids, does it hurt?"

  I let out a sigh and said,"Now that, Dylan, is a good question. Yes and no. It really depends on who does your hair. Ooo, boy, you really don't know.."

  Dylan smiled at me and listened closely to everything I told him. When I let him feel my real hair, he was being so gentle.
  It felt comforting, because I wore wigs, braids, etc to cover my actual hair up. It was an insecurity of mine, but I knew many women would be lucky to have the amount of hair on my head.

  Dylan noticed I became quiet and still before he said to me,"Y/N, did I hurt your feelings?"

  I said,"No. I just got lost in my own thoughts. Dylan?"

  He looked at me through the mirror and said,"Yes?"

  I asked him,"Do you like my natural hair? Like better than when I wear braids or wigs or the other stuff?"

  Dylan rested his hands on my shoulders and answered,"I love your natural hair. It's beautiful to me. It really brings out your eyes too. I also think you look beautiful in braids and wigs. Whichever one you feel comfortable in Y/N is good enough for me. Okay?"

  I don't know why, but tears fell down my face. I guess I just didn't expect that answer, let alone from Dylan. I never really expected it from anyone and it felt nice to hear.

  Dylan embraced me and kissed my forehead saying,"It's okay. If you ever need me to just encourage you, I will. Don't be afraid to tell me when you need encouragement. It's what I'm here for."

  I rested my forehead against his own and said,"I didn't really need the shampoo but thank you."

  "You're welcome."