Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Cody

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You're laughing, actually properly laughing at something Dylan just told you. You can't even remember how he strung the words together, but it was so funny that it didn't even matter.

"How did you get so funny?" You encourage, playfully slapping his arm.

"Guess I was just born with it," he impersonates an actor you should know and you can't help but laugh again while leaning over his lap and grabbing his bicep.

You're new on the set of Teen Wolf, but you had met Dylan a few times at awards shows and Tyler Posey was an old friend of yours. You were in-between takes at the moment, Scott and Malia filming while the rest of you practice lines and rehearsed, or told jokes as Dylan had been doing for the past twenty minutes.

You really liked him, but you didn't know if you could tell him. You really respected him for being such a good actor and such a nice friend, besides you couldn't imagine him ever being interested in you.

"Tamara," you look up to Cody as your laughter dies down, "you ready to go practice?"

"Yeah sure," you plunge yourself up from your seat next to Dylan, "you'll have to tell me some more later." You smile back at him as he waves you off. You didn't notice Cody look back at him with fire in his eyes, but you definitely felt his arm over your shoulders.

He politely holds the door for you as you enter the empty set where your next scene will be.

"Okay, so my character, Sophie, and your character, Theo," you skim read your script, "rekindling an old flame between the two before Sophie turns on him, sounds easy enough." You finish summarising the idea,

"Definitely," he smiles placing his script beside yours. You take in the set around you, ready to act it out. "Action," he directs taking his place on the opposite side of the room.

You begin to act through the scene seamlessly, both of you conveying your characters very well. There's a certain thirst that Theo holds in his gaze that you love about Cody's acting as the scene continues.

"It's definitely been a long time," you speak as Sophie, stepping over a pipe in the floor of the set.

"You're telling me," he smirks. He doesn't move from behind a table and acknowledges you from there.

"You're the one that up and left," you continue acting through the scene, checking out some of the props on stools and tables.

"You're the one who wouldn't come with me," he argues back, still with Theo's cheeky smirk. This time he drops what he doing and progresses towards you slowly, watching your every move.

You pull a lever and kick a bucket on the floor really embodying your character, "we're not going to play the blame game again, Theo." You don't look at him, but you know he can feel your power.

"Sophie," he drags.

"Theo." You reply short and quick, not missing a beat.

"No more games," he's by your side now, but you're crouched by the floor investigating an object just lying around.

"I could say the same thing to you," you look up at him and slowly rise. You're standing exactly parallel to him. He towers slightly over you, even with the heel on your ankle boots.

"Sophie," he repeats again, closing the space between you even more. You push him away as the stage directions direct. You power walk towards him and he grabs your forearms, gently rolling you onto the floor effortlessly. He hovers above you and you flick your eyes between his eyes and lips.

"I see you still love the control," you speak, holding firmly onto his biceps. In one swift move, with a little help from Cody, you flip him underneath you.

"I see you still think you're stronger than me," he jokes back, still embodying his character. Your arms begin to shake lightly and your close to caving.

"I don't know where to put my hand," you awkwardly giggle, breaking character, hovering over Cody.

"Put it wherever you want," he says with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Oh my gosh," you giggle at trying to make the scene natural and sexy, but instead its changed to funny and awkward. Your arm falls out from under you, but Cody is quick to catch you even though you accidentally bump heads. You both turn into laughing fits.

"You okay, Tam?" He asks, still smiling brightly. You nod as you release a final few laughs and the silence looms. It's not an awkward silence, but as you flicker your eyes from his lips to his eyes as Tamara, you feel a sexual tension instead.

He's doing the same thing and you don't know whether to lean in or break away. His blue eyes are lustrous and you're pulled in by his gaze alone. Your elbow settles on the ground as his grip slides down from your waist.

"Hey!" There is an anger in the voice that you haven't heard before as Dylan storms in with his hands in fists and feet stomping towards us.

"Dylan?" you question, rolling to the side of Cody who has propped himself up on his elbows. He looks confused too, but Dylan is fuming. He marches towards Cody, bends down to grab him by the collar to pull him up.

"What do you think you're doing?" You jump up quickly, slightly scared by Dylan.

"He knows what he did," his eyes stare directly into Cody's and you're a bit worried for him.

"Dylan, mate, c'mon." He doesn't fight back, but by the size of his arms he probably could.

"What's going on?" You yell over the chaos. No-one replies. "Well, put him down, Dylan," you try to step between the boys and Dylan release his grip. He wipes a hand over his face with a hand on his hip. "What's going on?" You stand with your arms folded over your chest.

"Dylan?" Cody says, more prompting him to answer.

Dylan looks around the room before finally opening his mouth. "Look, Tamara, I really like you and he promised to back off." He confesses.

"You what?" Your stunned, confused and happy.

"I didn't want to compete with that, I mean look at his arms," he over exaggerates and Cody flexes them a bit more.

"You didn't think you could compete with him?" You question. "No offence, Cody."

"None taken I guess."

"Dylan, I really like you too! I would've said something, but I didn't know how." You admit, staring at him and watching a smile of relief draw across his face.

"Really, Tamara?" You only nod your head before you run into his arms and kiss him like you always imagined.