Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Dylan o'Brien -Set Crush (ns)

My name is (Y/n) (Y/l/n), I'm a 19 years old American girl and I officially am an actress. Last week I went to an audition for the main female role, but I got rejected. Nevertheless, they told me to come back because they loved me so much they actually created another character... only for me!! The tv show is called "Teen Wolf" and I have to play the role of Scott's and Stiles's best friend, who is secretly in love with Scott. I never saw who plays Scott or Stiles, or Addison... no, Allison! I can't wait to try, as it is the first time I actually act for tv.

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As I walk into my dressing room, I put my bag on the small couch before sitting at the bright white vanity, looking at my hair. I hear a knock on the door and immediately say "Come in!" excited. A boy and a girl come in: he's holding a makeup box while she has brushes and combs in her hands. I sit more comfortably as they smile to me, starting to prepare my hair and makeup for the first shoot.

*Dylan's POV*

As I get out of my dressing room, I walk past the others and see one with the door open. I can't help but quickly take a look before seeing a beautiful girl being tortured by the hair and makeup stylists. I smile to myself as she slightly rub her nose from all the face powder they are putting on her, stepping back.

"She must be the one who plays Lydia, the girl I'm deeply in love with. I hope..." I think as I walk away.
I wave at Tyler and the director as I sit down on a chair, taking a sip of water and waiting for that girl to come out.

*(Y/n)'s POV*

"There you go sweetheart, all done." David, the guy who put makeup on me, says and I smile widely at his sweetness before he leaves. Joanna, the hair stylist, doesn't move because she still has to finish my hair. As she finishes the last curl, she looks at me proudly before winking and walking out too.

"Thank you guys." I half shout, grateful for how beautiful they made me look. I put on the dress and shoes they prepared for me and walk out of my dressing room, looking around. I see two boys talking, each of them sitting on a chair, and a pretty girl with red hair taking a sip from her glass. I immediately walk to her for support, I don't know anyone here.

"Hey, sorry to bother you but... Hi, my name is (Y/n)." I say awkwardly and she smiles.

"Hi (Y/n), I'm Holland. I play Lydia Martin, what about you?" She responses.

"I play Joe Fisher, Scott and Stiles's best friend."

"Oh, nice. I heard they added her just for you!"

"Yes, pretty cool huh?"

Holland giggles as I mentally reward myself for actually talking to someone on the first day.

"Those boys right there play Scott and Stiles." She says, pointing at the two sitting on their chairs. I look carefully at both. The black haired one has an evident crooked jaw, puppy eyes and a lightly dark skin. He looks nice and calm, doesn't really look like the kind of guy who could be a werewolf.

"That must be Stiles." I think. In fact, the other one sitting next to him looks like a perfect werewolf boy. I turn to Holland as she stick a popcorn into her mouth.

"Which one of them plays Scott?" I ask her.

"The one with dark hair. The other one plays Stiles." She answers.

"Okay thanks." I smile at her and walk over to the two boys. They stop talking and look at me as I blush. "Hey guys, so, huh, I'm Joe. I mean, I am not Joe, I'm Joe in the show. I'm your best friend... in, the show." I say as I mentally face palm myself. Dumbass.

"Uh, I'm Tyler, I play Scott. He's Dylan, he plays Stiles. Nice to meet you..." Tyler says.

"(Y/n), sorry right!"!

"(Y/n)... I like your name." Dylan says and I smile at him, sitting next to him in another chair. "So, do you guys know when we're supposed to start?" I ask as the director calls us. "Oh, well. Now!" I say and I notice Dylan laughing. He's nice. Hell, everybody's nice here.

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During the first shoot, Joe and Scott are at Stiles's place for information about lycanthropy.

"So, Scott's a werewolf?" Joe asks.

"Yes.." Stiles mumbles.

"No! I'm not." He retorts, frustrated.

"Well, Stiles says you are."

"How would Stiles even be so sure I am." Scott scoffs. Joe looks at Stiles, who has a sad look on his face. Joe walks closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she hugs him tightly. I can practically feel Dylan tensing under my touch as I rest my head on his chest.

"Don't be sad Stiles, he's probably just too scared to admit it." She says looking in his eyes. He nods and smiles.

"Cut!" The director shouts. "That was great you guys, thank you."

I immediately pull away from Dylan and walk to the table to get some water. As I pour the liquid in my glass, I feel someone approaching me. I turn around and see Dylan with a smile on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" I ask. He shrugs and takes his glass.

"I've waited for this moment for god knows how much... this is awesome." He says happily.

"Yes... it really is." I add.

As I walk to my dressing room, I sit down on my couch and relax. It's been a hard day. I hear a knock on the door and weakly say "come in..."

"Hey, you busy?" Dylan asks walking in.

"No, just tired..."

"Oh sorry... I'll leave you alone."

"No it's okay, you can stay." I smile at him. He walks to the couch and sit down next to her.

"So, (Y/n)... how old are you?" He asks.

"Uh I'm 18, but I'll turn 19 in a week."

"Oh, good. Here's my number, remind me to sing you happy birthday through the phone!" He says and I laugh, looking at his phone to put his number in mine.

"God please, don't!"

"You don't like it when people sing happy birthday to you?"

"It's always embarrassed me, so I don't know..."

"Than I won't sing. But I want to give you a present anyway..." he says smirking.

"But... we just met. Are you sure? You don't have to spend money for me."

"But I want to..." he says, inching closer. "I think you're worth all the money I could ever spend. And I know I just met you, but I have a good feeling about you."

"Uh, thank you then... I'll give you something for your birthday too!"

"Thank youu!" He smiles sweetly.

He rests his head on my shoulder and I slightly shift to make him more comfortable. I lightly yawn and he looks at me, getting up.

"I should probably let you get some sleep now, we can talk tomorrow, yes?" He says and I nod happily. "You know, it's a shame your character has a secret crush for Scott, if it was for Stiles, it would have been a lot more interesting..." he says winking and getting out of my dressing room. I blush, all alone in my room as I feel like I already miss his presence.

"I like her. I really, really like her." Dylan thinks as he leans against the closed door of my dressing room.

"He's so nice... and weird. I love it!" I think, falling in a peaceful sleep on my couch.