Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Interview// Dylan

You had an interview with Dylan today. You two were staying in a hotel together since you were leaving later for home.

You both made enough money to do, well everything, but you were still cheap. You decided instead of getting two hotel rooms, get one together.

Why not? You saved a little over a hundred bucks.

Don't worry, you didn't sleep in the same bed. You two grew really close during the filming of The Scorch Trials. Spending almost a year together, 4 full months almost every single day together, it makes an impact.

You two took a cab to the studio, getting out and going inside. You two joked around in makeup before going out in front of the camera.

"Hi everyone, I'm here with Y/n y/l/n and Dylan O'Brien."

You two waved at the camera.

"So just to start us off, how is your friendship outside filming?" She asks.

"We're good." Dylan smiles at you.

"Any story you would like to share with us?"

"Well uh, there was this couch in the back room on set," you started, explaining with your hands. "Just this random couch, just one, there wasn't another one in sight. And sometimes, Dylan and I, we would be too tired to go home and would sleep on the couch or in between takes, we would nap."

He smiled at you at the thought of the story.

"I think that's how our friendship started, one day we started fighting over the couch," you smiled. "I wanted to take a nap while Ki Hong and Thomas filmed, but so did Dylan. So we both flopped down on the couch and he goes 'what do you think you're doing?' and I go 'I'm taking a nap what does it look like?' and he says 'sorry, this couch is reserved for the booty of Dylan O'Brien,' and I started dying from laughter."

"What happened next?"

"He got one end, I got the other end and we just kind of fell asleep like that. And from then on, it was known as our couch."

"Beautiful," the interviewer smiles, not really paying attention to you, but to Dylan. "Alright, we're going to play a game."

She hands you and Dylan a stack of cards, them lying face down.

"How it works is, you're going to put the card on your forehead, where you can't see it but Dylan can and he's going to drop hints, trying to get you to figure out the movie without saying the name."

You nodded just as you put one on your forehead.

Dylan smiled at you, looking in your eyes.

"Okay uh it's a movie where a man who is in filming school and needs a job, he goes to a news station and gets one being the first on scene of things like car accidents and murders," he says quickly. "He gets rich, and buys a red camaro, c'mon it stars one of your favorite actors, and he runs out of crimes, so he makes them himself-"

"Oh uh Night Crawler with Jake Gyllenhaal!" You yelled.

"Yes!" He squealed.

He puts one on his forehead just as a groan slipped out of your mouth.

"Shit, I've never seen this movie!" You laughed as 'Night at the Museum' was plastered across his forehead.

"Okay um uh it's uh about a man who uh gets a job at an- am I allowed to say museum?" You whispered to the interviewer.

"No." She laughs.

"Okay a man who gets a job at a place..that shows..ancient...artifacts," you cringed, knowing you're doing horrible. "And I don't know, I'm guessing that something happens at...evening time."

Dylan closed his eyes, silently laughing at how bad you're doing.

"Night at the Museum." He chuckles.

"Yes! See I didn't do that bad."

"That was pretty horrible."

You two played for a while before going back to the hotel.

You sat on the bed, just finishing packing your things.

Dylan came out of the bathroom, only a towel lowly wrapped around his waist. You gulped, forcing your eyes away.

"Hey," he said, digging through his clothes. "Did you wanna maybe come home with me? Just to hang out, since your parents are on that cruise."

"I don't want to intrude or any-"

"My family would love to meet you."

"Really?"

"Yes, now c'mon, flight leaves in an hour."

You started to run to the bathroom, but ran into Dylan on the way, his wet chest pressing against yours.

You were about to apologize when he leaned down and kissed you.

You've played his best friend inside and outside filming, but this felt normal to you.

He went to wrap his arms around you, the towel falling to the floor.

You turned around, covering your eyes, bursting out laughing.

"Sorry." You heard him murmur, closing the door to the bathroom.

You turned around, knocking softly on the door.

He opened it as you crashed you lips onto his. He opened the door wider, allowing full access to his body.

He did it again. We went to wrap his arms around you and dropped the towel.

But this time, you said, "Leave it."

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I finally got to the episode of new girl with dylan and lemme just say that i wanna rip that tux off him 😍😍