dylan o'brien imagines

dylan o'brien - parents

Dylan and I sat in the parking lot of the café we were scheduled to walk into in about five minutes. Today was the day that Dylan was going to meet my parents. We have been dating for just over four months now and my parents were practically begging to meet the "new boy of mine" as they called him. Dylan claimed he was ready and just as excited to meet them as they were to meet him. But it's not about if they're ready, I'm more worried if I'm ready. I love my parents but they can be... overwhelming, at times. Plus, do I really want my parents to expose all my past embarrassing stories to him? No, not really.

I turn to Dylan in the passenger seat of his car. "Okay. Dyl, let's go over those rules again." He turns his head to me, nodding. "This is your first time meeting my parents and you wanna give a good first impression. So no swearing. No inappropriate jokes. And no talking about drugs. Those topics remain off the table until maybe like a few years from now. Or maybe never. Except for the drug one, I told you how my mom gets when drugs are brought up in conversation." I ramble on, listing the things on my fingers. "Oh! And lastly, you cannot expose me for any drug and/ or swearing usage. Or then, you know.. we might maybe have to break up." I look at him sternly but my lips twitch upwards at the end of my speech.

Dylan nods confidently before letting out a quiet scoff. "Y/N, please. You know I got this. Your parents will love me, don't worry about it." I shrug my shoulders, knowing that he's actually more nervous than he's letting on. "If you say so.." Part of this is me being serious but part of me knows my parents will love Dylan and his loveable demeanour. I mean he's Dylan, how could you not love him? It's practically impossible.

I take my phone out of my purse and text my mom and dad, letting them know our eta.

Dyl and I will be there in one min:) I hold my phone out in front of Dylan, showing him the text. He holds a thumbs up in front of my face briefly before putting his hand on the door handle. I start to reach for my door until Dyl grabs my attention.

"Wait!" I look over at him but he's already out closing the drivers door and walking towards mine. My eyes follow him as he crosses in front of the car. The moment he opens my door and holds his hand out for me to take, my stomach erupts into butterflies.

"Here you are milady." A smile adorns my face before it turns into more of a smirk.

"Hmm.. Trying to get bonus points in case they're watching? Very clever of you Dylan O'Brien. Very clever." He gasps in mock offence. "I would never do such a thing. I am hurt that you would even think so." I laugh at him. He always knows how to play along when I tease him for dumb things. One of the many reasons I love him. Wait- I just said- Wow. That's new. Quick side note.. Dylan and I haven't said our 'I love you's yet. We both know it, but we are better at communicating it through simple actions as opposed to words. I've also always had trouble saying the three words. I don't know why, but every time I've tried it's come out as a lame "love you.." I quickly change the topic in my head, letting out a shaky breath. Dylan looks over to me with his eyebrow raised. "You okay?"

"Yea. Yes, just- this is also my first time seeing my parents in a few months. Every time we have talked recently has been over the phone. That's all." I try to smile convincingly but I am not sure if he bought my quick cover up. Although, it technically wasn't a lie.

"You ready?" I ask him, squeezing his hand gently. He nods again.

A minute later, we enter the small, bright and welcoming restaurant; scanning over the people in the room until my eyes land on my parents. I look over at Dylan, wanting to let him know I spotted them. When my eyes reach his face, he suddenly looks all shy and nervous. I snicker quietly.

"What happened to the whole confident 'they'll love me' act?" his head turns toward me with a slight scowl at my face. "Hey! You know I was saying that just to make myself feel better. I'm actually nervous. I might as well be pulling a Chuck right now!" My face contorts in confusion, wondering what he means by 'pulling a Chuck'. He notices my puzzled expression.