Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Drowned By Love | Dylan O'Brien

Request: Can you make one where me and Dylan are just best friends and we go to a pool party that I don't wanna even go to, but my bullies end up throwing me in the pool and I can't swim and when Dylan sees he jumps in and saves me he then takes me home and makes sure I'm ok then I ask him to stay and I cuddle up to him then we end up telling each other that we love each other and kissing then falling asleep in each other's arms.

A/N: Decided to change up this request a bit.

Imagine #25

Word Count: 3751

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Y/N POV:

"You seriously take like five million years just to get ready for a mini get together." My best friend groaned from his spot on my couch.

"Well, my apologies. I honestly do like to try and at least look somewhat presentable whenever I leave my home." I lightly laugh, while tying my hair up into a messy bun before spinning around to meet his honey brown irises.

Dylan gently bites down on his bottom lip, scanning over my half naked body, but instantly feel self conscious and place my arms over my stomach. He notices my sudden change in confidence and takes a few steps closer to me once he stands up from his spot.

"You always look presentable, princess. Even if you were wearing a garbage bag as a swimsuit- I'd still stick with you." He winks, placing my arms down by my sides. "How about heading to my friend's house now? Because we are already an hour later."

I lightly laugh, feeling better about my body in the black bikini. "Yeah, we should probably go ahead then."

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THIRD PERSON:

Dylan pulled his Black BMW into the drive away of his friend's gigantic home. It had only taken them about nine to twelve minutes to arrive to the destination. However, while on the way here he couldn't help but notice how nervous Y/N seemed.

"Are you sure they don't mind me coming along with you? Because if not, then I could catch the city bus back to-"

"No." Dylan states, a little sternly. "They are totally fine with me bringing whoever. So please, stop worrying and be the normal Y/N Y/L/N that you are around me." He shuts off the engine, then climbs out the car.

Walking up to the glass door, Dylan's knuckles tap against it and suddenly a bleach blonde young man appears in the doorway.

"Aye! There's my man, Dyl." Bleach blondie hollers, then him and Dylan do a little manly handshake. Blondie eyes then shift over to Y/N's slouched figure and for a second she could feel the disgusted look in his gaze, but Dylan had no clue.

"Who's this?" He question, pointing to her.

Dylan happily smiles, and wraps an arm around Y/N's shoulder. "This my best friend, Y/N- Y/N meet my high school bud named Sam."

She shyly lifts her hand to send him a tiny wave, which Sam returns with a slight nod before stepping aside to let them inside.

"The others are in the back, so you guys can head on out. I have to use the bathroom and snatch some more beers for us." He informs Dylan, then made his way into an opposite direction of the home.

Y/N locks one of her arms with Dylan's as they make their way to the backyard, where loud laughter and splashing could be heard. The sound of the backdoor sliding open causes seven other heads to avert their attention to Dylan and Y/N.