imagine: dylan teaching you how to dance one day on set.

it was a long day of shooting-- heck, it was a long week of shooting-- and you were beginning to feel the toll. you and the rest of the cast usually fill in your time away from the cameras catching up on much needed sleep but when your sleeping schedule was already flipped on its head due to filming, it was hard to get a moment of shuteye.
dylan had just come waltzing through the door, sunglasses on and a wattle bottle in hand, whistling some kind of tune when he spotted you slouched on a film set chair. you had been killing time by scrolling through social media.
"hey, babe," dylan smiles, calling you by the nickname he calls everyone when he's in a good mood, "how's you?"
"bleh." you reply, turning your phone off and going limp in the chair.
dylan chuckles as he walks over to you.
"have you been sitting here for your whole break?" he asks, head tilted.
"no." you lie.
he lowers his sunglasses and gives you a look, eyebrow raised.
"maybe." you shrug, "there's just nothing to do and i can't fall asleep."
"you've got to move around. have something to drink. go for a run."
"ew no."
chuckling, dylan puts down his water bottle and sunglasses on the nearby table and then holds his hand out to you.
"what's that mean?" you ask.
"it means take my hand." he smiles.
you put your hand in his and he easily pulls you up to stand in front of him. then he raises your free hand onto his shoulder and places his free hand onto your back, slowing moving side to side.
"i can't dance." you chuckle, almost tipping over.
"i'll teach you." dylan softly smiles.
he sways with you back and forth, softly humming the same song he had been whistling before, and you try your best to follow him. you start to really get comfortable in his arms; his hand on your back only slightly lowering as he keeps you close. it almost feels hazy, like a dream, until you step on his foot and he yelps out.
"sorry!" you gasp.
"it's good! it's fine." dylan chuckles, bouncing up and down for a moment.
"told you i can't dance." you say.
"everyone can dance," dylan retorts, "but maybe slow dancing isn't for you. how about free-style?"
dylan starts moving his hips side to side as he waves his hands around him; his face scrunching up slightly as he makes a pathetic beatboxing sound. the look of him is enough to get you laughing and now you're almost bent over in fits of giggles.
"yeah, i don't think so, dylan. but those moves are very convincing."

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