Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences

"I thought of you," - Dylan O'Brien

Dylan's POV

"Dylan, all you need to do is cry." Wes says calmly.

I sigh in annoyance, I'm not annoyed at Wes but at myself. "I'm sorry. I don't know why but I just can't."

"Do you need a couple of minutes or are you positive it's not happening today." Wes looks at me, he doesn't seem disappointed, and he just seems confused.

"I'm really sorry man." Wes nods understanding.

"Its okay, Dylan just go home and rest. But I'll see you in the morning." Wes pats me on the back before leaving my trailer.

I sigh again feeling disappointed in myself. I gather my stuff, leave the trailer and make my way to my car.

Y/N POV

I'm sitting in Dylan and I's rented apartment with a blanket draped around me and 'The Return of The Jedi' playing on Netflix. It's our favourite movie and I love watching it when he isn't home.

Just as Princess Leia swings around with her chains and wraps then around Jabba the Hut's neck, I hear keys sliding into the locker, unlocking the door. What is Dylan doing home so early, he is supposed to be on set now. I turn around and see Dylan's head hung low, he throws the keys on the table and walks in.

"Hey, babe." As soon as Dylan hears my voice his eyes light up and he runs over to me. He scoops me up and kisses every inch of my face.

"Hi baby. I missed you so much today." Dylan seems a lot happy then he did a few seconds ago. He sits down on the couch, bringing me on his lap. I curl up to his chest and smell the cologne on his neck.

"Why are you home so early?" I ask curiously. Dylan smile drops a little but it's still there. "Tell babe, what's wrong?"

He takes a deep breath. "Okay, well today I was supposed to film the part where I cry. You remember? Where Chuck dies." I nod. "So we did the scene over and over again but no matter what I do I just can't cry. Wes pulled me into my trailer and told me to go home. So here I am, but I just feel like I'm disappointing everyone. I just can't find that place where I push all my sad depressing feelings, you know."

I kiss Dylan cheek and nod again. "What about when you did the crying scene on Teen Wolf."

"Well..." Dylan hesitates a moment before continuing. "I didn't have you. You make me so happy that every time I think of something sad or I look for something depressing to trigger it, I just find you and you do the opposite. You make me so happy that I don't think I'll ever be sad." Dylan says this with his face towards the celling, like he is searching to find the right words to express what he's feeling.

"Dylan... That's so sweet. I love you so much." I kiss every part of his face before passionately kissing his lips. He smiles through the kiss and brings his hand to my waist.

"Baby?" He says though the kiss. I giggle at him and pull back.

"Yes Babe?" I look into his beautiful hazel eyes.

"I love you." I smile and kiss him again and again.

After some more sweet kisses, Dylan sighs. "Baby, I don't know what to do."

I think for a moment and an idea pops into head and I smile. "Why don't you just think of something sad, the worst thing that could ever happen to you and use it? Dylan, you're a great actor. I'm sure you can do it."