Do You Know Who I Am? - Dylan O’Brien
Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Dylan O’Brien x Reader Word Count: 1633 Warnings: our boy’s a little cocky, sexual tension, Requested: ”OMG CAN YOU DO A COCKY DYLAN FULL OF SECUAL TENSION PLEASE!!!” A/N: Hi, friends! Here’s Cocky Dyl with sexual tension for my anon friend! I’m gonna lie, this was kinda hard to write, just because I didn’t know like when I wanted to place the story. I really tried to make our boy all cocky, so please let me know if I did, haha. But, all in all, I hope it meets your expectations! As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
Part 2 |
Hearing my friend, Amber, sigh dreamily had me looking over at her. “What?” I asked.
“Haven’t you ever seen anything more beautiful in your entire life?” she asked, chin resting in her palms.
“What are you talking about?” I sighed, turning to look at her.
She pointed in front of her, saying, “Him.” Following her finger at what she was pointing at with a confused face, I looked at the source of her daydream smile.
Dylan O’-fucking-Brien.
I rolled my eyes and groaned, “Eck.”
“What’s wrong with him? He’s beautiful, sweet, talented, funny--”
“Cocky asshole?” I suggested.
She snorted. “You’re just jealous.”
“Me? Jealous?” I chuckled. “No.”
“You’ve seen his stuff,” she said.
“Yeah, and I’ve also seen the interviews that go along with the press junket,” I said. “He’s a cocky asshole. Thinks he can get anything he wants. I mean, have you seen his Twitter? He fucking roasted a bunch of his fans and then said it was fun! What kind of ‘sweet’ person does that?”
“Maybe it’s his personality?” she defended.
“Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s a famous actor with parental ties to the business,” I said.
My friend sighed, hanging her head. “Just because your dad produced Teen Wolf and you just happened to recently be on set when he wasn’t having a very good day doesn’t mean he’s a cocky asshole.”
“Hmmmm,” I hummed. “Yeah, it kind of does.”
“But isn’t he dreamy?” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
Perking up, she stood to her full height, facing me. “Oh, hey! There’s this party tonight. I think we should go.”
Sighing exasperatedly, I tilted my head back. “I hate parties.”
“Yeah, but you might like this one.”
“Every time you say that and what happens not long after we get there?”
“I lose you and end up finding you in the living room the next morning drinking your coffee and eating your breakfast,” she said, almost ashamedly.
“Yeah. And every time you promise to not leave me, but you do it anyway.”
“Okay, well, I promise for real this time.”
I looked at her like I didn’t believe her answer. “If you do, I’ll hunt you down, find a radiator and handcuff you to it… after I find said handcuffs.”
It was quiet for a few seconds before I looked back up at her, seeing her smile. Reminded me of that episode of SpongeBob where Squidward sneaks into the Krabby Patty Vault and SpongeBob smiles at him.
“You’ve been watching Teen Wolf haven’t you?” she asked, that smile still plastered onto her face.
“May-maybe,” I said.
She gasped and touched my arm. “Who’s your favorite character?” “I don’t know his name,” I said. “The kid with the buzzcut.”
All movements from her stopped as I watched her look out the window then back to me.
“I hate to break it to you, babe,” she said. “But that kid with the buzzcut just so happens to be outside.”
I looked from her back to Dylan standing outside. “It’s just a character he plays. He’s not that sweet in real life.”
Cue the ringing of the bell on the door as it opened, said cocky boy walking in. All the girls in the little cafe start giggling and whisper excitedly about the fact that their favorite celebrity just walked in.
I scoffed at them, not seeing whatever they see in him.
Was he attractive? Yeah, sure.
Was he kind of demanding? You bet your ass he was!
The day that I was on set with my dad at Teen Wolf was the day that I saw the real Dylan, bad day or not.
I was walking across the lot where they had the trailers to take something to Crystal’s trailer when Dylan opened his trailer door, talking to someone on the phone. I rolled my eyes as he put his phone against his chest as the producer said they were ready for him.
“Oh, you’re ready for me?” he asked, to which she said yes to. “Oh, that’s funny. That’s very funny. I’m not exactly ready for you. So, uh, take it easy.” He put the phone back up to his ear saying, “Yeah, no, I’m sorry, one second.” He took his shakes off, looking at the producer. “You see these? I could fucking kill you. Get out of my sight.”
“Uhm, he’s gonna be another five to ten,” she said into the walkie talkie before looking up at him. “Yeah, that’s fine, that’s fine.”
Putting the phone back up to his ear, he said, “Yeah, sorry about that. Alright, what’s the offer? Well, if they don’t have a fucking offer, I don’t want it.”
“Uhm, hey, Tyler?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, jogging over to me. “What’s up?”
“Where’s Crystal’s trailer?” I asked. “I’m supposed to drop these off.”
“Oh, sure yeah,” he said. “Here I’ll take over there.”
From that day on, I never wanted to be around Dylan O’Brien again.
“If you tell me that story one more time, I swear to God, I’m gonna scream,” Amber said.
“Don’t subject yourself to the freak out session that’s going on around here,” I replied.
Seeing a cup being placed down in front of me, I looked up at the owner. “What do you want, O’Brien?”
“Why haven’t you been on set?” he asked.
“Because I don’t want to,” I replied, more of a question.
He scoffed before lightly chuckling. “I’ll see you at the party tonight.”
“What party?” I asked.
“Teen Wolf’s having a wrap party for this season,” he explained. “Your dad’s gonna be there, which means you have to be, as well.”
I looked at Amber, asking, “Is that the party you were talking about?”
She shook her head, “No, I was talking about a different one in Beverly Hills.”
Looking back at Dylan, I asked, “Where’s the wrap party being held?”
“LA,” he said. “I gotta go. Make sure you wear something… a little nice.” He winked after grabbing his cup off the table, putting his sunglasses back on before going back outside.
“God, he’s such a dick,” I muttered.
“Yeah, but a very hot dick,” Amber said.
“Shut up.”
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“What are you gonna wear?” Amber asked.
“Hell if I know,” I said. “I don’t even want to go.”
“(Y/N), you have to,” she said. “It’s for your dad.”
“(Y/N)! Are you ready?” Dad asked.
I sighed. “I guess everyone’s wanting me tonight.”
Amber chuckled. “Go. Have fun and tell me everything.”
“I can tell you right now; nothing!” I chuckled. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Opening the door, my dad was standing on the other side, dressed up a little more than what he normally was.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” I sighed.
Walking out of the house and to the car to be driven to the venue of the wrap party, I still didn’t wanna go. I sighed for what seemed like the eighty-fifth time since we left.
“Alright,” Dad said. “What is it? What’s going on?”
“I just really don’t want to go,” I said.
“It’ll be fun,” he tried to reassure me.
I turned my head to look at him, a deadpan expression on my face. “I’d rather stare at my ceiling for three hours than go to this party. I mean, I’m not even a part of the show. Why do I even have to be there?”
“One, for me,” he said. “And two, because… I was asked if you were going to be there?”
“By who?”
He didn’t say anything, just looked out the window.
“Daddy? Who asked?” I pressed.
Again, he didn’t say anything. I was silent until it finally clicked. “Oh, my God. If it was Dylan--”
“It was, and you’re gonna be nice to him.”
I sighed exasperatedly, “But he’s such a dick!”
“Who told you that?”
“I saw it first hand.” Pulling up to the venue, I took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”
After getting out of the car, I gave my thanks to my dad’s driver before walking along the small carpet, stopping to take a couple pictures. Once inside the venue, I immediately rolled my eyes at who’s picture I saw on the screen.
“Of course,” I muttered.
“Of course what, angel?”
Rolling my eyes, I turned around and faced him. “Everywhere I turn, there you are.”
“You love it,” he said.
“Mhmm, sure.”
He looked me up and down, licking over his lips as he did so. “You look ravishing tonight, angel. How about I take you back to my place later?”
I hummed. “As much I wouldn’t love that, I’ve got a date with my couch and Netflix.”
“Netflix and Chill, even better.”
“You’re nauseating.”
“You love it,” he purred.
“In your dreams,” I said, looking him up and down.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
I chuckled, taking a step closer to him and putting lips by his ear, whispering, “You wish.”
He groaned quietly, turning his head away from me. “Do that again and I’ll have to sneak off with you.”
“You think you can get what you want because of who you are?”
“Do you know who I am?” he asked.
I hummed, pretending to think. “Should I?”
He chuckled. “Everyone knows who I am.”
“And that’s why you’re a cocky asshole,” I said.
Bringing his hand up to my waist, he squeezed at the spot, causing a light gasp to come from me followed by a chuckle. “Ya’know, that would’ve been more sexy if you had grabbed me by my neck as I walked away.”
“Don’t tempt me, angel.”
“But it’s fun,” I cooed. “Don’t you think so?” I turned around and walked away, hearing him groan to himself.
Damn. This actually might be fun.
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Posted on August 5, 2020