Dylan O'Brien+ Stiles Stilinski Imagines

CUT {dob/ss}

Ohhh a double character!

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"You know that there's a temple in Calcutta where they used to sacrifice a child every day? That's every day a dead baby, Lydia, every day! Hey, you want to know what today is? It's dead daby bay." Dylan laughed out.

"Dylan." I groaned.

"Cut!" Yelled our director and he reset the film for the scene to be done again.

"Dyl, c'mon we've done this scene too many times." I groaned and turned towards him.

"Well maybe if I had a little more inspiration?" He questioned.

"Ok one kiss." I said and pulled him towards me and threw my arms around his neck.

He bowed his head to reach my lips and kissed me deeply and passionately.

"Ok you two, enough, we've got to get rolling again." Our directed shouted at us.

Once Dylan and I got back into our positions the cameras were rolling and we were walking around the corner again.

"You know that there's a temple in Calcutta where they used to sacrifice a child every day? That's every day a dead baby, Lydia, every day! Hey, you want to know what today is? It's dead baby day. Oh, no, wait, that's every day, because every day is dead baby day, yay!" Stiles said and I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you telling me this?" I questioned.

"Because Scott's dealing with the Alpha twins." He replied making me turn towards him.

"You don't know about the twins?" He asked me, furrowing his brows.

"Alphas?" I questioned.

"Ethan and Aiden?" He asked again.

"Oh yeah, yeah I know about them." I replied and continued to walk to class.

"Ok, ok good, so look, here's what I'm thinking, I'm thinking that the murders maybe come in threes, ancient people love things in three's, right? So maybe it's three virgins, then maybe I don't know three people who own little dogs?" He questioned.

"I own a little dog." I implied and slowed down to look at him as he shrugged at me.

"I am not getting rid of my dog." I said shaking my finger at him before walking again.

"Would you just think about getting rid of your little dog?" He said to me walking faster with me.

"No." I said simply.

"And by the way you cannot discern a pattern by a single data point so stop trying." I cut him off.

"What? Ok so, wow, I'm just supposed to wait around for someone else to die then? I'm just supposed to sit there and watch them die? Wait for them to wither up and die right in front of me?!" Stiles said frustrated.

"Wither?" I asked him and he groaned.

"You know what I mean, die, in just a hideously awful, strangulating, head-bashing, throat-cutting kind of way." He said punching his hand and making lines across his throat for example.

I tried to think about what he was saying until I got a thought.

"Maybe it's not your job, you said it yourself, they were strangled with a garret, that's a human thing to do, so, maybe just leave the figuring it out part to a human." I said and he kept quiet for a minute.

"You mean someone like me dad?" He questioned.

"No, I mean your dad." I corrected him and rolled my eyes, walking away.

"The sheriff!" I yelled back to him right as the bell rang.

"And cut!" The director yelled and I jumped up and down with glee.

"We did it Dyl, we finished the scene and now we can go home." I said doing a little dance making him laugh.

"Ok my Princess, let's go home." He said and carried me all the way back to his car.