Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Show Time

A hand was pushed up against my neck and a tan boy stood in front of me.

"What are you?" His voice hissed and I struggled for a breath of air, squirming under his grasp. "TELL ME!" 

"I’m…a..werewolf." His grasp loosened as he backed away shocked. 

"B-But…you…how? No. I would’ve—" I held up my hand and smirked.

"Smelled me? Scott. I know you’re smart but, no one is as smart as me. I simply…I simply…shit, what’s my line?" Tyler let out a little laugh and walked past me, patting my back. That was my second time messing up the same line, you would think I would get it quicker. I’ve messed up about a total of 225 times today and I was getting worse.

"You nervous, [Y/N]?" Holland came up to me putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and she smiled, pulling me into a hug.

"I’m horrible." She laughed and shook her head.

"If you were horrible you wouldn’t be here." I nodded my head a bit and she pulled away from our hug and walked over to the food table.

"Alright everyone, it’s not currently 10:37 P.M. and it’s quitting time for the day. Be here by 6:45 sharp!" I sighed with relief and went to pick up my stuff up from my dressing room. I walked quickly passed everyone and made it passed them all without talking.

"You sucked today." Dylan’s voice made me jump and I looked over at him, rolling my eyes.

"Thanks captain obvious." He let out a chuckle and I opened the door to my dressing room. Dylan followed me in and I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me but, I need to get my dress back on." 

"I won’t look." Dylan’s face was serious and he turned around, facing my door. "So, why did you want to be on this show anyway?" 

"I’m interested in supernatural things so I thought; ‘Hey! Why not become a supernatural thing?’" I slipped my shirt off and looked around for my shirt. That was part of the reason but, the other part was because I found Dylan quite attractive. Ever since I’ve watched the Teen Wolf series, I had a thing for him.

"Not buying it." I rolled my eyes and shrugged as I continued to look for my dress. "Having difficulties, [Y/N]?" 

"No, Dylan." I turned and stood face to face with the pale brown eyed boy. He held pink fabric in his hand and a smirk was on his face. I snatched the dress from his hands and walked back to my little corner. I felt his eyes follow my every movement and my face went red.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Footsteps were heard coming closer to me and I shrugged.

"Not at all. I mean, we should get used to seeing each other half naked. Don’t our characters end up together?" I could almost hear him smirk and his hands slid onto my bare waist. I was still in shorts, so that was a good thing.

"Don’t our characters kiss, too?” I put the dress over my head and slapped his hands away as I turned to face him, pulling off my shorts.

"Not sure. Maybe we’ll find out in a few days, hon." I slid past him and went for the knob to the door but, a body came in between my hand and the door.

"Or maybe we could find out now." I looked up at Dylan’s face and let out a laugh.

"Keep your pants on, O’Brien." I pushed him out of the way and made my way out the door and down the hall. This was going to be a fun few days!

~A week later~

"Alright, this is the scene with Dylan and [Y/N]. Where they kiss and blah blah blah." 

I was leaned up against the wall, listening to the director as I looked across the room at Dylan. A smirk was on his face as he glanced at me but, he then went back to listening to whatever Tyler was saying.

"You guys would be a weird yet cute couple, [Y/N]." Holland nudged my shoulder. "He was ecstatic when he found out you were joining our cast."

"Oh, really?" My arms crossed and raised an eyebrow as I looked at the strawberry blonde. She nodded and I let out a laugh. "That’s great to know."

"Alright! Places you two." I pushed myself off the wall towards the set of Stiles’s bedroom.

"Ready for this?" Dylan smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Calm down, Dylan. It’s not like we’re actually having sex." He smirked and shrugged.

"We could." I shook my head and went to my place on the other side of the door.

"And action.” 

I knocked on the door roughly and gritted my teeth together. “Stiles!”

"What do you want, Alaska?" He had groaned within the room and walked towards the door, opening it.

"What the hell was that? You tell me you have feelings for me and then you walk away acting like nothing happened?!" He shrugged and walked away, leaving the door open. I walked in and slammed it behind me.

"Be careful, would ya? I have neighbors." I glared at him and he sighed, sitting on his bed. He motioned for me to sit next to him and I shook my head.

"I’m fine here." A look of anger crossed his face and he stood up and slammed his hands on either side of my head, leaning on the door. A smirk found it’s way to my face, "Be careful, Stiles. You have neighbors.”

"Shut up." I looked up at his lips and he pressed them against mine, gentle at first and then it became rough. I kissed him back with the same force and then he pulled away. "I need to go to the bathroom." 

"What?" Bells were heard as Dylan ran off set, holding the front of his pants. I looked over at Holland and Tyler, laughing. "Did he…?"

"Yes I got a boner, I’m sorry!" Dylan’s voice was heard down the next hall and a loud laugh escaped me. Well, onto take two.