Dylan and your’s friendship took awhile to form. It started on the Teen Wolf set. You were a stunt person for one of the other actors. That actor sure had a lot of stunts.
You first started as an outsider. You were a replacement for the original stunt person. You had a lot of stunts with Dylan O’Brien’s stunt person and he ended up being one of your first work friends.
After almost a month of work, you went to your first work party. You mostly hung out with the stunt crew and Dylan’s stuntman, the party was pretty cliquey.
About an hour into the party Dylan himself meanders over to say hi to his stuntman. The stuntman, while sitting next to you, introduces you to Dylan.
“Oh yeah, Y/N. I’ve seen you around, nice to finally meet you.” He holds his hand out to shake yours and you stick your arm out.
“Holy shit!” he exclaims, seeing the two massive bruises on your arm in varying stages of healing.
“Yeah,” you laugh, “that’s what everyone says. If you think those are bad you should see this massive one I got on my back. That one is getting real ugly.”
“How-? Oh-” he says, your line of work suddenly dawning on him.
“I work doing stunts and I bruise like a peach.”
“Damn, you gotta be more careful!” he says, getting up to go mingle with some other people.
That was the end of your conversation with him that evening, but at work he started talking to you more.
First it was brief and casual. You’d bump into each other at the same set or at the food table or running to the bathroom and get stuck chatting each other up. It developed into work friends, where you’d coordinating eating lunch together.
Eventually you became true friends. Exchanging numbers, texting funny pictures, hanging out after work.
And then the show ended but you guys had already somehow magically turned into each other’s best friend; so it wasn’t a big deal that you weren’t going to see one another at work every day.
Now that you weren’t working together, it was harder to get together.
You guys were always hanging out with each other or each others friends- even if the other one wasn’t there. Your friends became his friends and his friends became yours. They all joked that you were going to get married or you acted like a married couple.
Your friendship with each other was borderline obsessive. You were always talking to each other or about each other. It was a healthy friendship but everyone always thought there was a hint of something more.
Sometimes you wanted to explore more of that hint, but then you’d suppress it because of the fear of it ruining your friendship.
One day, while on set at your new job you got really injured and had to go to the hospital. You were in a lot of pain and you were pretty sure that this time you seriously hurt yourself.
You were hanging out in the ER with a friend while you were waiting for your diagnosis. During this time you sent Dylan a snap of you in your hospital gown and in your bed throwing up a peace sign.
Immediately he starts blowing up your phone and tries to FaceTime you but you didn’t realize it because that’s when the doctor came in. You found out that you had a few bruised ribs and you tore your ACL. They said that they were going to emit you into the hospital, give you some pain medication, and that they’d give you the surgery for your ACL in the next day or so.
The doctors and nurses were taking you to your own room and giving you medication, knocking you right out, before you could even check your phone. Luckily your friend let Dylan know what was going on.
You had been stuck in a half sleep, half wake for awhile. You couldn’t actually wake up but you could hear what was going on around you. You were getting more and more terrified that you were going to be stuck this way.
It was silent so you couldn’t tell if you were alone or if maybe you had actually fallen in some weird sleep. But then you felt a sweet, faint, soft pressure on your forehead and a familiar voice say, “I told you to be careful.”
The familiarity of the voice and the fact that they talked to you instead of just around you calms you and your able to finally sleep peacefully.
Hours later you finally wake up. Your friend is gone but Dylan is on the seat beside your bed passed out.
You take the pillow behind your head and throw it over to Dylan. It hits him right in the head.
“Oh my god,” you say clutching your side.
“Are you okay?” Dylan asks, worried with a smidge of panic in his voice.
“I forgot about the broken ribs.”
“They said that they bruised.”
“Yeah well they feel broken.”
“Are you okay?” he asks again.
“For the most part. The meds helped with the pain but I couldn’t sleep. And I don’t know how I’m going to deal once I have surgery. I’m screwed for at least a week or two.”
“Okay well the post surgery thing is easy, you can stay at my place. Or I guess I could come babysit you at yours? Either way, I can help you out with that. And what do you mean you couldn’t sleep? You’ve been asleep since I got here and that was hours ago.”
“I don’t know. It was like I was asleep, I couldn’t move or wake up. But I could hear what was happening. But then somebody came in and told me to be careful and then I was actually able to fall asleep.”
It quickly dawns on you that it the voice and peck that soothed came from Dylan. “Maybe it was a dream,” you retreat. “Well kinda nightmarish up until the kiss, I mean voice,” you babble, “I didn’t think I was going to wake up. I thought I was going to be stuck like that forever. But eventually I did actually fall asleep,” you finish lamely.
Dylan looks startled. “That sounds awful. I’m glad it wasn’t like that for you the whole time.”
He doesn’t let anything on besides that. The room suddenly feels very nervous and awkward.
“So you want to nurse me back to health?” you ask jokingly, hoping to break up the tension.
“If that’s what you want to call it, sure. I’d love you. I mean, I’d love to.”
You laugh it off, “Thanks you’re a life saver. Seriously, your the best.”
It’s a few weeks after your surgery. Dylan really had been a life saver. You both decided it made more sense for him to take you to his house while you recovered post-surgery. He knew where everything was and it would be awkward for him being part guest part caretaker at your place.
Plus his spare bedroom was on the first floor. And it had a bathroom right beside it. Much easier to get around.
You were there for two weeks. You only needed to be there for one week, but Dylan insisted on you staying. He would have kept you there for another week but you that’s where you drew the line. Plus you were getting off of your crutches soon so that made a compelling argument.
“Alright Dyl, can I please take you out for dinner as a thank you for these past two weeks?”
“No, you’re not buying dumbass. What is the point of me ‘taking you at as a thank you’ if you pay?”
He was going to say a comeback but his words got caught and he couldn’t come up with anything.
“I’ll let you drive. Mostly because it kinda still hurts. So you can pick me up. Wear something nice.”
“Alright, text me when you wanna do this,” he says with that goofy half smirk half smile that he has. He knows better than to argue with you at this point.
A couple of days later you were at your house getting ready for your dinner with Dylan. You were oddly anxious about it and it was starting to feel more like a date than dinner with a friend.
You were really regretting your decision to go somewhere nice and your rule to wear something nice. You had been vegging out for the last two weeks since the surgery and gained a couple of pounds and were just not vibing with the way anything was looking on you.
Eventually you decide to go with some spanks-which were hell to put on-to combat that post surgery poundage. You paired it with a little black dress that was fairly low cut, expertly showing off your cleavage, tight around your middle (but it was black and black makes everyone look good), and had a bit of a flare at the bottom. Since you couldn’t wear heels and you hated all your flats, you ended up wearing a white adidas superstar shoes.
All the celebs do it right?
You polished off the look by expertly curling your hair. You even did your makeup and added a nice purse.
This was really starting to feel like a date.
Just as you were spraying perfume on and double checking yourself out in the mirror, Dylan called from in your living room, marking his arrival.
“Okay, I’ll be out in a second!” You take one final sweeping look over yourself to make sure you look good and you go out to meet him.
“Sorry,” Dylan says, blushing. “You look...You...You clean up really well.”
“Thanks,” you laugh, “So do you.”
The two of you go out to Dylan’s car where he opens the door for you and bows, one arm obnoxiously extended.
“I would curtsy but I haven’t covered that in physical therapy yet,” you joke.
The rest of the evening is typical for the two of you...for the most part. You joke and tease each other mercilessly all night. You talk about what you’ve been up to, how his work has been. You ask about each others family and friends. You reminisce about stupid things that you’ve both done together, which usually leads to more teasing.
The weird thing is that there feels like there is a little bit of flirting in these interactions as well. Which, of course, is completely uncharted territory.
At the end of the dinner the check comes and Dylan tries to pay again but you swat his hand away.
“Thank you but no thank you. If you pay it’s a date. If I pay it’s a thank you.”
He says thank you and then remains quiet until the car ride.
“So if I were to pay, it would have been a date?” he asks, breaking the silence.
You were surprised at his question. You had said the comment jokingly but now you wondered if you actually meant it. Or wanted it.
“Well yeah, I can’t get all dolled up and go out to dinner with a guy and let him pay and it not be considered a date. I did my hair,” you say, deciding to keep it casual.
He falls silent again. He stay silent through the rest of the car ride, leaving you with just your thoughts and the soft sounds of the radio.
He pulls up to your place, opens your door again and walks you to your front door.
“Okay I have another question.”
“Actually I have one for you this time,” you say, deciding to make your confession.
“What if I wanted to get dressed up again and do my hair and go out to dinner and let you pay?” you say quickly before you can change your mind.
He crinkles up his face, thinking. Most likely he’s trying to figure out what you just said because you threw a lot of things at him in a very short, winded time.
And then he smiles slowly.
“Can I ask you my question now?”
You’re taken aback, seeing as this isn’t the response you were looking for, but you nod yes.
You’re nodding again and laughing as he bends his head down, cupping your head in his hands and pressing his soft lips on yours.
As you break apart he asks, “So if this wasn’t a date, when can I take you out?”
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