Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Complicated

You and Dylan. Your relationship was…complicated. At least, it was complicated to explain it.  You guys were always hanging out with each other. Your conversations varied from serious to hysterically funny. You both were constantly flirting and there was definitely a hint of the want of more. You were both just too shy to make that first move.

Kaya had invited the cast to a party and, as usual, Dylan invited you to join him.

It was a relaxed party, you were wearing a relaxed fitting pair of jeans and a slightly revealing top. Sexy but cute.

Now, as you know, the Maze Runner cast is very…male heavy.

Of course Kaya had invited some of the new cast, slightly increasing the female presence, but the men still outnumbered the girls.

It’s not like you were going there to meet guys. You went with Dylan and you liked him. But sometimes your conversations with guys could be perceived a little differently.

And you were having a lot of conversations with other guys. It wasn’t like you were intentionally talking to them to piss Dylan off. It was just that you were talking to them.

At the moment, you were laughing with Thomas. Dylan was across the room, hanging out with Kaya and Will. You didn’t notice, but Dylan was having difficulty staying in his conversation as he kept glancing over at you. He knew nothing was going on between you and Thomas. You were just friends, Dylan had even introduced the two of you. He knew you didn’t have feelings for Thomas-or even for any of the other guys who were hitting on you.

You didn’t realize how upset it all was making Dylan, but with each drink he took, the more he was reading into things, and the more he was reading into things, the more pissed it was making him.

You’re deep in conversation with Thomas, so you didn’t see Dylan angrily walking towards you.

"Hey, uh, Thomas, could you give us a second?" he says gruffly.

Thomas, confused, politely agrees, and goes off to find someone else.

"Dylan what’s up?" you ask, concerned.

"Okay, I know I’m just being jealous and kind of possessive. I don’t know it’s just…"

"It’s just what?"

"It’s just….It’s just this." Suddenly, he grabs your waist and just like that he’s kissing you.

No, wait…He was making out with you.

He was definitely making out with you.

There weren’t really any complaints from you…except one.

"Dylan…" you try to get him to take a break. "No, Dyl wait," you say louder.

He stops, but he is still very close to you. “Yeah?”

"You’re drunk."

"I am not."

Sadly, “Yeah you are.”

"No, Y/N. No no no no. I know where you’re going with this."

"Yeah? Where?"

He closes his eyes and releases a deep sigh. Eyes still closed he says, “You think that because I’m drunk I’m kissing you. Because I’m drunk I don’t actually have feelings for you.” He opens his eyes, “Y/N, that’s not it. I swear. Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean that my feelings for you aren’t real. The drinks only helped me actually make a move. Please, I swear.”

A wave of emotions wash over you, and before you know what you’re doing you’re kissing him.

"I believe you," you whisper.

He grins, “Good.”