Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Trying To Work

I was greeted by a water balloon smashing right into my abdomen, full of whipped cream.

"HA! Another one down, now Crystal and Charlie are all that's left." Dylan's voice bellowed and Tyler Squared cackled like his minions behind him.

"Oh, very mature Dylan, very mature." I rolled my eyes and shifted to one hip, placing a hand on it.

"Whhhaat Y/N. We're just having a little bit of fun." He moved in ridiculously close, roughly three inches from me, letting a flirty glint release in his eyes as he shifted back and threw another balloon; hitting Charlie in the right bicep. He looked shocked and then saw that it was just the toddler tyrants playing games and brushed it off, shaking his head he headed back for costuming.

"Yeah, well, while you guys are over here 'having fun,' some of us are trying to be on time... FOR WORK, you dinguses." I playfully leaned in as I emphasized 'for work' and then placed a whipped cream hand on his pex as I pushed him aside like a door, leaving behind a print of my hand. I swung my hips as I walked away, giving him a small, flirty smile back and headed to my dressing room to have hair and make up done, and to rinse off and clean the cream I was covered in.

"Ahh come on, you are enjoying yourself Y/N, you know you are. I just hit you with a load of cream fro 30 feet away and you aren't even remotely impres–" He called after and then stopped himself as T x2 started to laugh wildly, "Oh shit, that did not come out as intended." He said to them as he laughed, he yelled out at me again, "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT Y/N. I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT. I MEANT IT LIKE.... NEVER MIND, WE'LL CHAT LATER, GOOD CALL." I heard, but pretended not to. I wanted him to sweat this one out for a bit. He had a habit of saying dirty things and not meaning too; especially while trying to flirt with me. He got nervous and turned to the guys, "Well. That sucks." As he hurled the last balloon at Crystal, hitting her side. She rushed over, chasing all of them into their rooms to get ready,

"Come on guys, we are trying to get ready." She laughed and wiped it from her side and then onto his face. I came out fro around the corner as she walked away, hair pulled back into position.

"Hey ahh, Dylan." He looked up and over at me, I took a swipe of the cream on his face with my finger and looked at it for a second, "It looks like your aim backfired a little on this one." Posey and Hoechlin tried not to laugh at my comment. Then I licked my finger and made a face, "hmm, strawberry. Good choice Dyl" He hung his head down with a defeated smile as I walked away for my mark in the next scene.

"Come on O'Brien, we need to get ready now. Fun's over for now." Posey tapped his arm and they headed to get cleaned up and changed.