Dylan O'Brien imagines

The Script (part 2 Dylan)

Yawning, I made my way outside of my trailer. My hair in a messy bun and my pajamas torn around my body. My eyes quickly adapted to the bright sun before I made my way back inside to change.

As I grabbed my coffee, phone and purse I froze. I traced the script over with my eyes several times before I felt my heart beating faster.

"Shit."

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I paced in my dressing room, my thoughts racing and my anxiety bubbling inside of me. Sure Dylan and I kissed, but we hadn't really talked after that.

A knock on my door sounded as I straightened myself out. "Hello?" I answered from the other side of the door.

"Y/n? You're on in five." Jeff kindly reminded me before walking away.

My heart raced even faster, if possible, as I sat down in front of my mirror. A natural glimmer in my eyes stared back at me as I sat there entering the gate way to my deepest and darkest thoughts.

The time had passed ever so quickly. I forced myself out of the chair and outside of my dressing room.

The house known as the Stilinski house, in teen wolf, seemed to be staring at me with disappointment. I sighed and walked through the doors meeting Jeff who was directing orders to some of the people on set.

"Y/n!" He smiled walking my way. "Nervous?" I nodded my head quickly before looking at the ground. "C'mon, you know it's Dylan. He's probably tho most caring person of you here and we made sure that he wouldn't be rough or anything of that sort." He looked at me with sincere eyes.

Still, nothing escaped my mouth as he lead me upstairs. The door to Dylan's characters bedroom was open and welcoming as four camera men stood inside.

Dylan flashed me a smile as I walked into the room taking a seat at the desk chair. "Alright guys, let's make this quick. You know what to do." Jeff said. "And... go."

We both did as instructed. For five seconds we stayed in silence as Dylan lied on the bed. "Stiles, what happens when I lose you." I sighed spinning around in the chair.

Dylan sat up on his elbows his brown eyes giving me a fluttery feeling. "What happens if you lose me?" He let out a nervous laugh before returning to all seriousness. "Jess, the only thing I'm worried about is you right now. You are the only thing that my mind is on." He stood off of the bed and walked over to the desk where I was seated. "You're the last thing I have besides my dad." He whispered. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me..." He paused as I stood up. Our bodies were impossibly close and I could feel his chest rise and fall against me. "I love you."

I reached my arms around his neck before connecting our lips. He stepped back still in the process of making out with me, before laying my body down on the bed. He hovered over me and stared at me for a second before returning his lips back to mine.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it carefully off of his head. My hand traced down his outstanding muscles and then he snaked his body onto mine. His breath warm as he sucked on my neck.

"Dyl." I said only so he could hear.

"Y/n." He moaned taking my tank top off.

"And scene."

Dylan stopped. I stopped. He hovered over me his eyes grazing over my body. "Sorry." Dylan quickly pushed himself off of me falling into the floor before putting his shirt back on. I did the same.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked confused.

Dylan sat in the bed besides me. "Because I might love you."

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I am so fucking sorry I haven't been updating and shit.

I've had a lot of crap going on right now with relationships and mental crap and just everything.

I just love you guys so much

Stay bad my fellow bad bitches

-Anna