Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Tatted Up

A/N: I'm super bored and I have so much homework. Each freaking day I get homework, whhyyyy. Why can't it be like kindergarten again???

You and Dylan made plans to go see a movie, but you completely forgot and weren't ready by the time he showed up to your place. He's waiting for you patiently as you disappear into the bathroom to do your hair and change into something presentable. A few minutes pass until you start changing when you hear the door knob to the bathroom begin to move. Before you can lock the door shut, Dylan barges into the bathroom.

"Hey, do you have any q- tip swabs?" He looks up to see you in your bra and underwear and looks away like the gentleman he is. Dylan's cheeks get a slight tint of pink to them. "Oh, uh, sorry, I didn't think you would still be changing."

You cover yourself up with a towel that was on the floor. "It's alright. Um, yeah I do have some. They're underneath the sink." Dylan bends down to reach for the swabs under the sink but stops to look at your feet.

"What is that?" He asks in confusion.

"Dammit, he saw it." You think to yourself. You open your mouth and say, "What's what?" While trying to put your jeans on quickly so he doesn't see the tattoo on your ankle.

Dylan reaches for your leg and says, "That thing right there. Is it a bruise? Let me see, are you hurt?"

"No, it's... It's a tattoo." His mouth opens in shock.

"A tattoo? Like a real tattoo?"

"Yes, Dylan. A real tattoo."

Dylan reaches for your ankle and examines the tattoo. He runs his finger over it before getting off of the ground to look you in the eye. "Did you just get this?" He asks curiously.

You look down at the ground and shake your head. "Not really... I've had it since before we met. And this one... As well as this one. Oh and this one." After showing him all of the tattoos you have, you feel like you can breathe for the first time since you guys started dating.

"Jeez, Y/N..."

You take a deep breath and speak your mind before he can say anything else. "I know it's a lot. And I know you might not like them but I do, and they all mean something to me. They all tell a story. I think tattoos are a form of art, and I'm not going to apologize for how I choose to express myself."

"No one is asking you to. I said jeez because you kept a big part of yourself from me for so long. It sort of offends me that you didn't think I would be okay with what you choose to do to your own body."

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I just didn't know how you would take it. Your ex didn't have tattoos and either do you, I just assumed you would think it's a turn off and you wouldn't wanna date me anymore. Or you would find them ugly and it would ruin your image of me."

Dylan giggles to himself and responds, "Actually, I find tattoos kind of hot."

You're in such a relief to hear this, a big smile spreads across your face. "You do? You never told me that."

"You never asked. Why don't we go see a later showing of the movie? I wanna hear all about these tattoos you hid from me for so long."