Dylan O'Brien Imagines.

The Gun Range | Dylan O'Brien

A/N: This is probably one of my favorite fics I've ever written, ever!

I grabbed my laundry basket, phone in hand as I walked into the laundry room. I placed my phone on the dryer, glancing over at it as I waited for Dylan to call me. I opened the washing machine lid, throwing my clothes into it after I had put my detergent into it. I set the basket on the dryer, picking my phone up before heading into the kitchen.

"C'mon, Dyl." I muttered, glancing down at my lock screen, smiling at the picture of the two of us. My heart swelled, unlocking my phone as I look at the pictures of us together.

All of my friends and family tell me that we'd be cute together, but I don't think it'd ever happen. I've dreamt about it for years and he's never really showed any interest in me that way.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my phone vibrated against the counter. I looked down at my phone, seeing Dylan's face on the screen and I grinned, answering the FaceTime immediately.

Dylan's face popped up and he couldn't look anymore attractive, but honestly, he probably could. He was sporting a gray baseball hat that was backwards on his head, hiding his chestnut colored hair, black ray bans, hiding his gorgeous honey brown eyes, and a bit of scruff since he had shaved for the NY American Assassin Premiere.

I smiled widely, a little confused on where he is but excited to finally see him. "Hey Dyl!" I greeted and he smiled, showing off his pearly whites.

"Hey, lookin' cute." He laughed and I flipped him off, looking down at the Stilinski jersey I was wearing. "So, guess where I'm at!" He grinned, licking his lips a bit as I squinted, trying to recognize the surroundings he's in but fail.

"Uh, I have no idea. Where are you?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Another older looking man had joined him on screen and gave me a small wave. Dylan had flipped the camera around, seeing the targets and what looks to be like a makeshift room. He points the camera towards the guns and my lips part.

"I'm at a gun range!" His exciting voice filled the kitchen, turning the camera back on himself and he laughed at my expression. "This here is Joost, he's a military advisor and we're gonna do a video for thechive on some basic gun training and tactics." Dylan smiled and I continued to stare at him.

"Oh my god. Alright, one, you look hella fucking cute. How dare you," I laughed and so did Dylan, a pink hue covering his cheeks. "And two, I'm so fucking jealous." I groaned, leaning my fist against my cheek, wishing I could've gone. "I've always wanted to go to a gun range."

"Woah, wait, really?" Dylan asked, looking shocked as I nodded my head in response, smiling at him. "I never knew that. How come you didn't tell me that?" He asked again and I shook my head, resting my chin on my arm.

"I didn't know what you'd think if I told you. Usually girls would be like 'why would I want to shoot guns?' but I'm super down with it." I bit my lip softly, feeling a little embarrassed as he stared at me through the screen.

"You're so fucking cool." Dylan muttered, shaking his head. "If I had known that I would've taken you with me." He chuckled and I laughed, snapping my fingers.

"Well damn it!" I giggled, resting the side of my face on my forearm, both of us looking into each others eyes and Joost cleared his throat from behind Dylan, snapping him out of our gaze. I pressed my lips together, my heartbeat speeding up slightly.

"Alright well, we're going to start. If you want, I can prop up my phone and let you watch?" Dylan offered and I smiled, nodding my head. He set up his phone before going over to the gun table, grabbing an assault rifle and pistol. I watched him as he loaded the gun, honestly feeling a bit turned on at how good he looks with a gun as him and Joost stood on the mark for them to begin filming.