#dyl answers a question

[allendyl1327]

... Ew.

Heh. Figured it’d be something like that.

What’s your deal, though? All we’re doing is hanging out.

#wkm reincarnation au #da wkm #da reincarnation wkm #dyl answers a question

[miscreantbread]

“so you won’t be tiktok famous because that’s ‘cringe’ but you’ll consult reddit and tumblr all day long?”

“yeah i mean, theyre not cringe theyre…”

#real conversation between my partner and i in lowes #like yes tiktok is cringe and worse #and i love my little safe haven cave that is tumblr #and i will use reddit to answer my plant questions thank you very much #dyl rambles

[dmercer91]

ik you just put out be alright with luca- and this idea is kinda similar

but a hughes sister who’s going to be a freshman this year, and she’s feeling lost because all her brothers are scattered. like luke had her at home, but she doesn’t have anybody

my brother wouldn’t admit it until the grave but if i left he’d be sad

i feel like jack, luke and quinn probably kept how much they missed each other pent up and figured reader would do the same and were not expecting how hard it hit her

cause she’s even more alone than they were, and it’s not like it’s her job like it was for j,

home, 4386

“hey, y/n/n! how was your first week? know it’s been busy for me but i miss-“

“lukey,” you sobbed into the phone, hyperventilating and hardly being able to see anything

luke’s eyebrows furrowed on the other side of the phone, stomach dropping with worry.

“y/n? where’s mark, or dyl. anyone home?” you’d grown particularly attached to mark during his and luke’s freshman year, so during the summer it was decided that you’d get mackies old room in the house so that he could watch over you

quinn had lectured him, jack followed his behaviour all summer, corrected things he didn’t like, and luke dug into him for two straight years about how he’d entrusted him with you whenever one of he or one of his brothers weren’t around

“i don’t understand how you all did it,” you blurted, ignoring his question and taking a deep breath, jaw hurting from how hard you’d been clenching it

“are you at home, are you safe?” it was jack, sounding alarmed

“yeah, rowdy,” you whispered, being able to have both of them bringing you a little comfort. you tried to take a few more deep breaths, but it was like your throat was closing

“where are the guys?” luke cut in, restating his earlier question

“i took- i took a bus, to the lake house. i’m sorry, i-. m’ sorry, i needed home, but it’s not.. not home, you’re home,” jack and luke shared a look, concerned for their youngest sister

“miss you so much. how did you- how?? i feel like i’m a chore to the guys, i don’t have anyone, i need you,” they could hardly understand you, your low tone and cries muffling your words nearly beyond comprehension

the boys couldn’t truly answer the question. jack had never been at school. his rookie year was tough, but he wasn’t balancing class, and you and luke were always visiting

on top of that, he’d been anticipating it since he was young

luke had you. you were in michigan with him for the majority of the time, at a nearby high school.

you had hockey, on top of class, and none of them were nearby. visits would probably be limited, cause the all star break was hardly a break for them.

it wasn’t like last season, when you could fly up with luke every once in a while to spend the night and soak up time with jack.

quinn had been calling you every day, notably your most protective brother. you didn’t want to make him feel like his efforts were for nothing, so you didn’t tell him how you were feeling.

“i can barely skate, i’m not producing, i got a d on an assignment from history of mich sports. i’m falling apart without you,” you rushed out, sniffling harshly to try and clear your airways

“i’m so lost,” you finished, your head thudding against the wall you’d been leaning on.

“it’s gonna be okay, y/n/n. i’m gonna call mark, yeah? he’s like a fourth older brother, he’s got you. he’ll come pick you up and j and i are gonna call you every night. quinny can join too, we’ll facetime. he’ll see you next week when he’s in detroit, and the devs will be over there in no time, i promise,” luke soothed, jack silently agreeing

“ok?” you wiped your face, breathing still uneven

“ok,” you whispered,

“i love you, y/n/n.”

“i love you too, moose. n’ i love you, j,”

“love you, mini, get some rest on the way home for me, and call mamma, alright?” you smiled at the nickname, one he’d given you when you guys grew into your playing styles and he deemed you a copycat

you mumbled a promise into the phone and let them hang up, hugging your knees to your chest.

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #umich hockey

[nicohischierz]

icy roads: mark estapa

warnings: car crash, hospitals and flatlining

tagging: @ivy-34, @hzstry8, @francesfarhadi, @cixrosie, @heartz4hisch, @trevs-swiftie, text me or fill the form if you want to join the taglist!!

you were making your way up to michigan to see your brothers tyler and dylan.

it became custom when you and dylan joined university that you'd visit each other whenever possible. you were the one who did most of the driving considering his hectic game schedule.

so this weekend was no different.

you finished classes early and it was just in time for a long weekend. so you packed all your things in your car for the three hour drive ahead of you.

"hey dyl, i'm just getting started on the journey. i should get to aa around like the afternoon," you left your brother a message.

you then facetimed your boyfriend. the michigan native answered his phone immediately.

"hi gorgeous," he answered, moving into his room and locking the door.

"hi marky, i was trying to get through to dyl but he’s not answering,” you explained.

“yeah, we were playing a game of monopoly and your brothers got into a fight about rent or something,” mark drawled on.

you rolled your eyes at your brothers childish antiques. mark chuckled at your expression before he fell on his bed.

“you’re staying with duker right?” he asked.

you shrugged “i hope so, i don’t feel like sleeping in a dorm again,”

your conversation was cut short when someone entered marks room. “yo stop sign, we’re gonna grab something to eat before y/n gets here,” ethan called out.

“oh hey y/n, how’s the drive?” he asked once he spotted you in the phone.

“it’s going great eddy. except for the fact that i am almost out of gas now and i need food,” you complained.

you had spoken to mark for over an hour of your journey. how he managed to stay away from the boys that long was beyond you but it helped with the boring journey.

“you fill your tank and i’ll see you when you get here,” mark wished you goodbye and sent you a kiss before ending the call.

as you headed into the station and grabbed some snacks, you texted your brothers your eta and thanked the cashier before walking out, sour patch kids in hand.

the roads were getting more slippery as you approached ann arbor causing you to slow down just a little.

it all happened so fast.

you were taking a bend when your car slide off the road, driving off road into a tree.

the impact of the car caused you to hit your head on the dashboard. you were knocked out immediately not hearing the shouts asking if you were alright.

meanwhile, back in michigan your brothers were wondering where you were. “wait when you checked her location last where was she?” dylan asked.

tyler pulled his phone out and check find my iphone “she was at this exact spot dude, i swear to you,” he explained.

now that got all the boys worried.

so ethan, mark, tyler and dylan all piled into a car and drove to your location.

“dude, why are there so many police cars?” ethan asked.

his question was answered when the boys pulled up to the side, tyler noticed his sisters license plate and her sticker saying ‘osu mum’.

the younger duke brother made a dash towards his sisters car. dylan followed after with mark.

“woah. woah, you guys can’t be here,” a cop told the three boys.

“no, sir that’s my sister,” dylan explained. tyler had tears coming out of his eyes as he watched his sister be pulled out of on a stretcher.

the cops face softened as he ushered the two brothers to follow him. “you guys get in the ambulance, your friends can follow and i’ll be there soon okay,” he explained.

tyler and dylan wasted no time climbing into the back of the ambulance. mark headed back to the car, his hands shaking.

ethan was quick to notice and strapped him into the passenger seat. “mark, she’s going to be okay. it’s y/n she’s going to pull through,” he reassured his friend.

ethan and mark called the rest of the group telling them what happened and they didn’t even stop for a second before they headed towards the hospital.

ethan and mark met tyler and dylan in the waiting room.

"they took her to do some scans. they say say it's not anything major but umm, they want to make sure there isn't any like internal bleeding or anything," tyler mumbled.

mark wrapped the younger duke brother in a hug. he knew how close you and tyler were so he took it upon himself to look after the boy.

it was pretty soon after that the rest of the michigan boys showed up. tyler had texted some of your friends from osu telling them what happened as they blew up your phone.

the cop who brought the boys to the hospital handed dylan and tyler your suitcase and waited with the brothers and their friends.

it was quiet in the hospital as the doctors finished doing some checks on you before letting dylan and tyler in. your parents were trying to find the fastest way to see you guys but till they came it was your brothers that took care of everything.

but by some unfortunate luck, when dylan and tyler had finally been allowed to see you, your ecg started beeping like crazy. the two brothers watched as nurses and doctors flocked into your room pushing the two out.

mark rushed over to your room to see what was happening and watched as your once steady heartbeat went flat. tyler was crying hysterically as rutger and frank tried comforting their friend.

ethan held onto dylan, the older boy trying to maintain a strong face for his younger brother.

but mark couldn't handle it. his chest felt tight and he felt like he couldn't breathe. his ears were ringing and the only thing he wanted was to be in your arms.

"kiddo are you okay?" the cop asked.

the question brought everyone's attention towards mark. the michigan native clutched onto his chest as he looked dylan in the eyes.

the look was all dylan needed to know.

dylan wanted to scream at his teammate. how could mark go against the one unspoken law they had all agreed on. don't date your friends sister.

tyler hadn't caught on yet. but as he was about to ask his brother what was wrong a nurse came out of your room.

"are you guys y/n dukes family?" she asked.

the boys all nodded, forgetting the moment of tension.

"she's going to be alright. it seems that she was waking up and her tracker slipped," she explained.

tyler wanted to go in and see his sister but the nurse added "is there a boy named mark here. she was asking for him earlier,"

mark stepped forward and followed after the nurse. but before he went in, he grabbed onto tyler’s arm and pulled him along.

“i know she’d want to see you too,” he whispered

#mark estapa imagine #umich imagines #nicohischierz writes #tw: car crash #tw: hospital

[piece-of-the-pie-if]

dunno if you've already answered this but they're about to graduate, so what are the ros plans and dreams? do they all want to go to college? if so, which ones are they aiming for? what subjects? or jump straight into a job? travel around a bit? i'm just curious about these characters, i love them lol

i love questions that make me think ! this one's a bit long, and I gave you a lil bonus at the end, but thank you for your interest in my babies <3 I twirl them around in my head like a microwave !

Dylan──artist! artist! artist!! mainly sculpture work but also trad painting and murals!

Dyl has quite a hard time in school to begin with so the thought of going on to do more school literally seems like torture to them. They already have a small commission based business with their art (mainly portraits but they've had some murals and two sculptures!) so all they'd really need would be a boost in outreach. Dylan might be persuaded to take community college classes for specific types of art if only for the experience and the qualifications but scholarly college/university? nuh uh no way!

Shay──head empty, no thoughts??? he's struggling to see sense in American colleges or universities... Not that English ones were any better... He keeps pushing the thought of it off but he knows in his heart that it won't be for him... but what else is there?

What is he... good at? He's good at maths, he guesses... Video games??... Making his friends laugh, helping strangers smile... Quite honestly I can see Shay stumbling is way into YouTube or TikTok stardom just by being himself! He's naturally charming (in a heartwarming way not a flirty way) and very entertaining. Lmao if C ropes him in to their gap year travel plans he'd be down for it─he doesn't really have a yearning for travel but spending time with his friends on what is essentially an extended vacation (which turns into a learning and helping experience he really enjoys) he's so down for it! Our boy's just a bit lost and clueless right now </3

Kinsley──her mother demands university classes in law... but her mama would've told her to follow her heart, right?

Kinsley has... Expectations... placed upon her. For her to go to university and double major in law and business so she has a choice in which avenue of the family she wants to continue with... And she might take on the business classes but not for law or accounting... She remembers when she was younger, when her mama was still alive (when her mother still cared) and they attended a fashion show─a runway─and she was... mesmerised. Kinsley doesn't know if she wants to design clothes or rooms or what but she does know that following her mother's path is slowly killing her... she just doesn't know if she had the strength to disobey.

J──if J could never work a day in their life they'd be just fine! Certainly not in law or politics, just to spite their mother they'd be a stripper!! (In reality J is very good with engineering and would do well with cars and motorbikes! The dream of all dreams is to actually design one under their name!)

J is very good at school, they simultaneously put the work in and are also an information sponge that doesn't need to work that hard at all... That doesn't mean they want to be in school more than they legally have to be! They're stuck in a limbo situation currently, between wanting to spite their mother (who wants them to clean their act up and follow her into politics) and setting a good example for their sister, Arabella, and not completely wasting away their education... They're not going anywhere until Bells is safe for their father's eye (and wrath) and no longer under their mother's thumb but they wouldn't mind travelling (especially going back to Italy to visit family!) J might go to university for a more in depth education in motor engineering─which is what they're both good at and really into, but most of all it's something that would just kill their mother's plans and spirits so... that might be the plan after all!

Theo──something to do with music... or! Yes, the environment! Theo knows that while their parents have cast dark shadows, they would support Theo with anything they want to do─so much that they feel like they could do it all!

The thing is, most of Theo's long term dreams all need some sort of further education and they can't do them all at the same time (that and they're still kind of scared of failure and their dyslexia only adds to their anxiety) but! becoming a Horticulturist or a Conservation Scientist or a Tree Surgeon may just be worth it! And hey, if C can convince them and MC into going on a gap year to travel the world then Theo gets to help the environment and participate in different music scenes!! (A plan seems to be formulating in their brain)

bonus!

C wants to take a gap year to travel (they will rope Theo, MC and Shay into it!) and when they come back they want to use their journalistic skills for good use and either become a travel writer or something like it but local!

MC has the option of taking over the family business but their family supports them in anything they want to do!

V has the wits to become a very good bio─physicist, it's only a matter of what they're willing to do to get there that's the problem!

#piece of the pie if #all ros #dylan quinn #shay walker #kinsley grace-cameron #j montgomery #theo wesley #c west #v williamson

[krikeymate]

For BaileyRhapsody, who requested a continuation of this post. Found here. Part 3/4?

Tara spends four long days in the hospital, and Sam can’t bring herself to leave her side at all. She spends every moment alternating between cradling Tara’s hand as she drifts back into awareness and pacing the room, seething, as she sleeps.

Every interruption to the routine is met with disdain. Every time Tara’s rest is disturbed by a nurse or a doctor, forcing her to test her light sensitivity or answer inane questions, to tell them how she feels, it makes her grind her teeth. The twins’ presence becomes infuriating, Chad’s booming laughter and Mindy’s snide commentary is suddenly unwelcome in a way they weren’t Before. Gale’s pushiness has her snapping, driving her away. She’s sure she’ll feel guilty about it Later, but right now she just needs them all to leave. (At least Kirby has the sense not to try and stay, taking one look at Sam’s clenched fists and making a promise to find out who did this on her way out the door.)

She doesn’t want to eat, she doesn’t want to go home and shower, she doesn’t need a break. She needs to break. Break the fingers on the hands that touched her sister. Break the jaw of that self-righteous little fuck who wouldn’t shut up. Break all his little friends one by one and make him watch, make him agonise waiting for his own turn.

Sam’s head snaps up to the figure standing over her sister. Her father’s sneering face stares back at her, waiting to be acknowledged. She turns away again with a growl. Four days by her sister’s hospital bedside is four days of no Clozapine, four days of stewing in the dark, letting the anger seep into her skin and permeate her body until her every heartbeat, her every breath, her very existence is steeped in her rage. She wishes her hands would stop shaking.

When she turns around again to take another lap of the room, her eyes catch Tara’s. Sam softens in an instant, moving back to her place at Tara’s side. “You ok?” Tara whispers, squinting up at her. Is she ok? Is. She. Ok. Who does she think she is? Sam breathes deep through her nose and reaches over to brush Tara’s hair back. “I’m fine honey, how are you feeling?”

Tara nods her head slightly. “Better.” Somehow the smile she sends her only makes Sam angrier. How could anyone do this to her, to her baby girl? Tara never hurt anyone, she wasn’t a part of this. She’ll kill them. She’ll hunt down every last one of them and make them pay. 

Sam smiles back at her.

-

They’ve been home for three days when they get a knock at the door. It can’t be anyone they know, because Sam made it very clear that nobody is welcome to show up uninvited. And she sure as fuck didn’t invite anyone.

Sam grumbles as she’s forced to leave Tara’s side to answer it. She would have ignored it if she hadn’t seen the way Tara winced at the banging against the wood that Just. Won’t. Stop.

This had better be important.

Important turns out to be a skittish-looking teenager with chronic acne and a cagey disposition.

Sam stares at him, unimpressed as he stands there shifting from foot to foot silently. “Well,” she barks out, enjoying the way he jumps back. 

“I uh- I. I…”

The boy’s stuttering has Sam grinding her teeth. Her hand clenches against the doorframe. She doesn’t have time for this, Tara is waiting for her. “What. Do. You. Want?” 

“Iknowwhohurtyoursister!” he blurts out, and in a flash Sam has his hoodie clenched in her fist and she’s dragging him through the door. She slams it shut and throws him to the floor. “Speak,” she demands.

Before he has a chance to respond, someone else does. 

“Sam?” her sister calls out from down the hall. Shit. She’d left her bedroom door open, she thought she would only be a moment.

“Be there in a minute sweetheart,” she calls back before turning back to the boy and glaring at him. “Speak, quietly and quickly,” she says lowly.

“I’m D-Dyl-” “Didn’t ask.”

“Uhm, ok,” he mumbles, pushing himself off the floor with one arm. “I go to college with Tara, we’re in the same-” 

Sam kicks his arm out from underneath him and crouches down beside his prone body. “I didn’t ask,” she growls, poking a finger into his back. “Tell me who the fuck hurt my sister.”

“I have a list! It’s in my pocket, can I just…”

Sam sighs, standing up and taking a step back. She watches him roll over and wiggle a crumpled piece of paper from the front pocket of his jeans. His hand shakes as he holds it out to her. It’s pathetic.

Snatching it from his hand, her eyes quickly rove over the names. She doesn’t know these people. What the fuck did she expect? Her eyes lift from the sheet and look back down at the fool on her living room floor.

“What the fuck is this supposed to be?”

“I-it’s a list. Of everyone who was there that night.”

Her eyes flick back to the list, to a name near the bottom.

“Dylan, was it?” she asks, voice sickly sweet and dangerous. He’s stupid enough to nod. “Your name is on this list.”

She didn’t think he could look any more nervous, but he manages it. “Y-yeah, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t- I didn’t know it was going to go down like that. I don’t want to be a part of it anymore, that- that’s why I came here, to- to come clean and help you get justice and… is Tara okay?”

Is Tara okay?

Is Tara okay?

The words reverberate around in her head. How dare he ask her that. How dare he come here, into their home. He did this to her. He did this.

Sam doesn’t even realises she’s moved until he’s struggling to breathe beneath her, begging her to let go. She squeezes her fingers tighter, until he can’t speak.

“Thank you for the list, Dylan. I’ll make sure that justice is served,” she whispers. 

The sensation of his neck flexing beneath her fingertips is oddly thrilling. She feels on edge, like she’s full of adrenaline, at the top of a rollarcoaster about to drop over the apex. Then she’s falling.

The bastard kicked her.

She scrambles up from the floor after him, catching him as he tries to figure out the automatic door latch. She grabs the back of his head, slamming it forward. Then she yanks backwards, throwing him back to the floor.

Sam forgets in that moment that she’s supposed to be quiet, that Tara’s awake in the other room, waiting for her to come back. 

She straddles him again, delivering a painful punch directly to his left eye. “You shouldn’t have run,” she says, a little breathless with excitement. “You’ve only made it so much harder on yourself.”

“Please,” he whimpers, arms raised to his face. “Please don’t do this.”

“I thought you wanted to make sure Tara got justice?” Sam snarls at him, teeth bared.

“This isn’t justice,” he cries out. “I just wanted to help!”

“You don’t get to decide that!” she roars, fist rearing back for another punch.

Then she’s frozen, her sister’s voice calling out her name from behind her, far too close.

“Sam?”

Tara’s supposed to be in bed. Her arm lowers slowly but she doesn’t dare turn around. She swallows the lump in her throat and waits. She waits for the “what are you doing?” Waits for the inevitable horror in her voice, the fear that’s sure to follow. What is she doing? How… how did it come to this?

“You’re getting blood on the carpet.”

Sam’s head jerks to the side to stare at her with wide eyes. She can’t believe what she’s hearing. Tara doesn’t sound scared or shocked, her tone is downright conversational. “What?” she asks, confused. Surely she misheard her.

Tara leans against the wall and closes her eyes for a moment. She’s still sensitive to the light, and it’s far too bright out here. Sam regrets not closing the door, she shouldn’t be putting herself through this. “Blood. Carpet. Why didn’t you do this in the bathroom? You’re the one that’s gonna have to clean up the mess, you know?”

“I- uh.”

“Are you done yet, can we go back to bed?”

Her sister sounds impatient and there’s a crease of irritation between her eyes. Is Sam dreaming? Or maybe Tara thinks she’s dreaming. How else can she explain what’s happening here?

Sam barely recognises her own voice as she tells Tara to go back to bed. “I’ll be right in,” she promises. “I’m just dealing with an unwanted guest,” she says, like she’s only checking the mail.

Tara hums in acknowledgement, eyes shifting to the boy crying beneath her. Sam can see the flicker of recognition, and he sees it too, because he begins to beg.

“Tara! Tara, please, please help me. Please, she’s going to kill me, Tara, please. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please-”

Sam’s heart begins to work overtime at the way her sister looks down at him. Indifference. Disgust. Detachment. She can’t look away from the sight.

For a brief moment, Sam’s back standing on a stage in her father’s costume looking down at a monster bleeding out at her feet, Tara’s hand brushing her elbow as she moves to stand beside her. Then she’s back home, on the floor with a boy beneath her hips, looking up into her sister’s intense gaze. 

Sam peers deep, desperate to understand what she sees there. Then Tara nods, and her stomach fills with butterflies. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” her sister murmurs, breaking their eye contact and pushing up off the wall. Sam’s helpless to stop the grin that climbs her face as she watches Tara walk away.

It feels like acceptance. Permission. Love.

She spins the boy beneath her around so she can look him in the face as she crushes his neck.

It feels like justice.

-

When Sam climbs back into bed, Tara tuts at the blood beneath her fingernails, but doesn’t say a word. She only pulls Sam’s arms around her, and as always, Sam’s powerless to do anything but follow.

“What are we going to do with the body,” Tara mumbles sleepily into her pillow.

We.

Body.

If Sam had any doubts before about how much Tara understood of what she saw, she has them no longer. The last vestiges of tension fade and Sam relaxes into her sister, arms a dead weight over her waist.

Sam nuzzles her face into the back of Tara’s head, pondering her question. Tara’s always been the smart one. She hadn’t thought about what comes next, the problem hadn’t even occurred to her. Her smart little sister.

“What do you think we should do with it,” she eventually asks.

Her words make Tara twist in her arms, and Sam regrets asking for a moment, until she settles back down, still in her hold.

“You once told me you’d burn the world down for me,” she whispers into Sam’s neck. “Is that still true?”

Sam’s fingers twitch against Tara’s back, itching with the thought of what she’s suggesting. “Well,” She swallows. This is just another thing they can’t come back from. But they’ve already come so far. “We were looking for new apartments anyway.”

She feels her sister smile against her skin. Her heart sings in her chest.

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #AU: death is in our hands #my writing tag

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Compromise (Dylan O'Brien x Reader)

Warnings: Rough oral (M receiving); Hair pulling; Oral creampie; Slight choking (gagging); Mentions of somnophilia; Overstimulation

💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙

"Pleeeease, Dyl?" I ask again, slightly moaning out my question this time. I pout my plump lined glossed up lips at him like, and give him the best 'puppy dog eyes' I can manage. I'd been begging him to let me suck his dick for the past hour, and a girl was getting a tad bit insulted! Never in my 28 years had I ever had to beg a man to gimme his attention, especially concerning my mouth on a cock. This man had me doin all types of shit I never thought I'd be down with.

I would find some pride and take no for a answer but lookin up at Dylan's fine ass in only a pair of light grey sweats as he looked down at me, his tongue quickly running across his sexy semi pink lips, I knew I wasn't moving from my kneeled position between his legs. His head tilt back a bit, mouth slightly open, as I rubbed my cute, red, freshly manicured fingertips on his thighs dangerously close to his thick ass dick.

"Come on pretty girl, I already told you. My dick needs some rest, you already sucked me off twice today and fuck baby I'm so sensitive." He tells me, voice a bit apologetic.

'Actually three times' I think, remembering him passed out this morning with a hard dick, whinin in his sleep. His wet dream was clearly good as fuck and getting him there, I just wanted to help a little. By help a little I mean wrap my lips tight around his dick and suck till he whimpered and shot down my throat, 5 big heavy spurts that I refused to waste and swallowed eagerly. It barely took 4 sucks before he creamed my throat, and since he stayed asleep and I barely did any sucking at all, my petty ass definitely wasn't counting it towards my total. Plus it turned me on so much that here I was begging for another dose.

"Dylaaaan," I whine at him. "Why you gotta be like that? I'll go easy on you baby, I promise." I say, lying straight through my teeth. I can see his dick start to rise at my begging; he's openly expressed so many times how he loves hearing me whine and plead for his dick.

He scoffed before replying, "That's a lie and we both know it. Girl, when you wrap your lips around me, you don't stop till you suck out my soul."

I smile at his comment, to ready for him to pound my throat to be embarrassed. He ain't lyin, when I do anything I give it my all so why should blowin him be any different.

I think for a moment and have a revelation of an idea he can't ever seem to pass on. "How about a compromise: I go put on a little make up and let you ruin me?" I propose, my right hand caressing his balls through his sweats.

He shifts a bit on the couch, moaning lowly, his big dick hard as a fuckin rock now. I know I've backed him into a corner. There's probably nothing Dylan loves more than pumping his cock down my throat as he watches my mascara streak down my face mixed in my tears and my lipstick smudged on his dick. He never lasts more than a few minutes and I know he's contemplating it now by the way he's lookin at me without saying a word, lightly biting his bottom lip.

"Fuuuck, you're tryin to kill me?" He eventually groans, tossing his head back and closing his eyes. He's quiet for a few moments. "Go. Now. Hurry up." He finally gives in curtly without pickin his head up or opening his eyes.

I'm up the stairs and in the bathroom mirror with the speed of an Olympic gold medalist, doin a rush job of my best mascara around my (E/C) eyes and adding a deep red lipstick to my plump lips. I run my fingers through my soft ass (H/C) hair before assessing myself in the mirror.

With one last look at my fat perky tits and juicy cocoa ass in my short black cotton body con dress, I'm racing out and back down the stairs to see Dylan still seated with his head thrown back on the couch. His head is to the side while his eyes rake me up and down, sweats at his ankles, chubby dick lookin like a fuckin snack as it twitches. I'm trying not to drool but fuck this man looks so fuckin good relaxed and naked, waitin for me to suck him off.

"Damn that was fast baby girl, you really want your prize huh?" He teases, eyes following me as I again take my place between his legs.

"You know it Daddy, you gonna give me what I want?" I ask, leaning forward till my lips are a few inches from the tip of his pretty ass dick, grippin him in a light but firm hold.

"Yes Princess," he groans. "Just be a good girl and take it easy. Remember how sensitive I am."

I internally roll my eyes but smile sweetly to him and nod. I know he's not gonna last long so I'm gonna get exactly what I want: which is him cumming down my throat so hard till he can't move or speak.

I descend onto his dick slowly, keeping eye contact the way he likes, till I'm half way down. I can hear him moaning already, as I stop and take a breath through my nose before sinking the rest of the way down. My jaw protests a bit at his girth but I couldn't give a fuck, I'm finally getting what I want.

As I start a slow pace up and down, my mouth leaks a little each time my lips reach the base of his dick. His hips start a small humping motion as his moans get loud as fuck, even though we've only just started. He grips my (H/C) locks tightly before moving my head a bit faster on his cock. I gag a bit but he knows me better than to fuckin stop.

"Uhn! Uhn! Damn you s-suckin me so good pretty girl." He whines at me. I can only move my head faster in response. I choke a bit harder on him as my pace increase, tears and mascara beginning to track down my face at the intensity of his dick rammin between my lips. He's fighting to keep his eyes open to watch me but I knows he's way in over his head. Sweat forms on his forehead as his brows furrow in pleasure. His eyes dart from my eyes to his lipstick smudged dick fuckin my mouth.

"Fuck!" He groans out loudly, ceasing moving me against him and humping my mouth. His head, still resting on the couch, moves from side to side as he tries to accept the pleasure I give him. I rub his thighs soothingly as I take no prisoners and use his dick to carve a special place in my throat just for him. He's starting to tremble a bit and his mouth opens and closes a few time as he tries to speak.

"Babe s-stop, t-too much." He stutters out, eyes rolling back. I almost feel bad for him, but it wasn't like he didn't this to me all the time: pin me down till I scream and squirted. And even then sometimes he would stop. I never get to overstimulate him, and I wasn't gonna miss an opportunity. Mostly I just wanted to feel him bust on my tongue and down my throat but this was an added bonus for sure.

"Baby," he begs pathetically "P-please, please." I feel him trying to pull me off his dick by my hair and that just makes me lean into him and quadruple my efforts on his dick. He wordlessly wails out, hands slamming out to grip the couch tightly. God I wish I could record how fuckin sexy he looks right now overwhelmed with pleasure, basically screaming it to the damn heavens.

I can feel him twitch wildly against my tongue and I know I'm about to get my tasty prize. "Ah, ahhh oh God! Uh, uh, uh, FUCK!!" He explodes verbally and physically and I'm immediately delighted with a strong splash against my tongue and stop moving but continue my hard suction.

He's past trembling to fully out shaking, mouth open making the loudest moans I've ever heard from him in all our years together. His next spurt is so strong it misses my tongue and goes straight down my throat. The third so big that some pools out the corners of my mouth. I gag, mouth and throat constricting a bit but stay locked onto his cock like a vice. He shoots four more heavy bursts before leaking lightly in my mouth for a few seconds.

I stop sucking when no more of his salty cum comes out and pull off his dick with a pop. His body finally falls limp against the couch, his chest rising fast with his heavy breathing. I feel a bit bad as I hear low short wordless groans come from him underneath his breath. He releases his death grip on the couch as I start rubbing soothing circles on his thighs. I can see his dick, which is softening very slowly, twitch every now and again.

"Daddy?" I ask tentatively, worried I went to far. I uncross and recross my pretty brown legs behind me and shuffle on my knees a bit waiting for him to catch his breath.

He waits about 20 seconds, breathing deeply, though it feels like a lifetime before he answers. "You call that goin easy on me?" He asks, opening one eye to peek at me before smiling and opening the other. I internally sigh in relief.

"I thought that was pretty mild, yes." I joke back to him, index finger and thumb wiping the corners of my mouth of drool and cum though I knew I looked a mess. I could feel my lipstick smudged with my spit around my mouth and on my chin, as well as the lines of tears and mascara drying on my cheeks.

His hand reaches to scoop the bit of cum on the corners of my mouth back inside. I accept it and suck on the tip of his index finger as he speaks. "You absofuckinlutely did NOT, but it's good pretty girl. My revenge will be sweet." He has the sexiest evil smirk on his lips as he says the last sentence.

I slowly pull my mouth off his finger and scoot back onto my thick round chocolate ass. Pulling my dress off, I wipe my face with it and toss it to the side. "Well when can you start, Mister?" I purr seductively, spreading my legs and running my fingers over my slit and clit. I'm utterly fuckin drenched from suckin him, my shapely brown thighs plastered in my arousal.

He groans, watching intently as I pleasure myself. "Baby, how's it revenge if you want it?" He asks, leaning forward on the couch to get a closer look. "Fuckin love watching you play in my pretty pussy, yummy pink slit covered by those cute cocoa lips." He says under his breath. "I'm still gonna need some down time, Princess. Plus you're not suppose to ask for my revenge." He groans out to me as he watches me circle my clit before fucking my middle finger into me.

"I think we can come to some kinda agreement," I say, a moan following my sentence. "How about a compromise?"

#black girl reader #black y/n #black fanfiction #black writer #chubby reader #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien x reader

[dylansslutt]

boyfriend / h.s

gif is not mine/ idea is tho

summary: not knowing who you truly were dating, left you in a state you never saw coming

warnings/ death, violence, cursing, mentions of drugs, slight kidnapping

 closing the door behind yourself, you glance over at your boyfriend. he held an attentive gaze, looking more so in a daze. “dylan, you okay babe?”

 his eyes land on you, nodding softly. “yea, fine. did you bring a coat?” furrowing your brows, confused on why you would bring a coat in the summer time. 

 “no.” you shake your head, “why would i bring a coat?” he just scoffs, taking off and ignoring your question. he’s been getting on your last nerve these last few weeks, barely any attention or appreciation.

 rolling your eyes at his behavior, you lean forward turning the radio up. the music fills the car as you lean back, focusing your gaze outside the car.

 you knew dylan sold stuff, he did have a side job, but never really did you question it. until tonight when he told you he was taking you to one of his bossed clubs. so you wore a nice club outfit, nothing to revealing though.

 as we turn at a light, the flashing strobe lights of a fancy night club makes you sit up. dylan turns down the music, pulling into the place. “now when we get in here, don’t speak to anyone and don’t make a scene.”

 you scoff at his words, “im not your dog dylan, god. you can be such an ass sometimes.” he goes to say something back but stops when he pulls up to the entrance, your door opens.

 “madam.” a hand was held out for you, oh this was fancy. you grab his hand with a small smile, clutching your mini purse in the other hand. letting go of the mans hand, dylan comes around your side.

 hand slipping around your waist, he guides you both through the doors. “this place is nice, dyl.” you mutter into his ear, him just smiling down at you. “let’s get you a drink baby.”

 moving through the crowds, he finds a booth in the back. he sits down pulling a cigarette out of his pack, before looking over at you. you hold his gaze until a pretty blonde in a skimpy outfit walks over, “hey dyl, you want your usual?”

 dyl, usual? “nah, not tonight.” you swore he side eyed you for a second, “can i get a bottle of...” he motions to you to pick. “vodka, and bring me a few lime slices, honey?”

 her smile falters for a moment, but nods and walks off. you were honestly beyond pissed and ready to go, but instead you were gonna sit here and get drunk.

 “someones hot when their jealous.” dylan bumps you softly, “not funny at all.” you mutter as she walks back setting everything down, two glasses included. dylan pours your shot first then his, you picking yours up and downing it instantly.

 grabbing the lime slice, placing it between your lips to disguise the taste. “so, why we here tonight?” you finally bring up, making dylan pour you both another round.

 “some business i have to handle.” his vague answer leaves you growing more irritated, instead you down the second shot. “you never give me any details.”pouting slightly, not bothering with the lime.

 “it’s better that way.” this time you took the bottle pouring your own shot, glancing around the area. there were some back private area’s along with some stairs in the corner.

  just before you could take the shot, a blonde guy with some stubble sits down beside dylan. my eyes widen in shock as an irish accent comes from his lips. “oi, lad who’s this?”

 he throws his arm over me, “this is y/n, y/n this is my guy niall.” you nod and reach your free hand to shake his. “nice to meet you.”

 you mutter taking your hand back, dylan moving to now discuss more with him. throwing back the shot, you glance away from the guys. not seeing a bathroom sign anywhere leaving you defeated.

 “dyl’ do you know where the bathroom is?” interrupting him makes a glare on his face, “it’s somewhere, just go look.”

 scoffing by the sudden rudeness, you grab your clutch and get out of the booth. making way around not seeing any signs, you decide to head upstairs to see if they had one there.

 the stairs made your feels ache from your choice of shoes, heels were a rare occasion. as you reach the top, music blared loudly along with lights flickering from certain closed doors.

 as you continue down passing the close doors, one door swings straight open. hitting you in your head and body, leaving you to fly back onto the ground with a thud.

 a groan escapes you as your hand immediately reaches your forehead, which was slightly bleeding. “oh fuck.” a voice mutters above you, crouching down and looking over your wound.

moving to sit up more, wincing only slightly you move the mans hand away. “it’s fine, you’ve done enough.”

 the aggressiveness wasn’t meant, but it slipped out. the man scoffs, “i’ve never seen you here before.” more like a statement than anything.

 “yes, and it’ll be my last.” you mutter trying to stand up, but slightly a little dizzy. his hands wrap around your arms helping you steady yourself.

 “i’m sorry, usually people don’t come up here unless with permission.” not even caring about it you shrug him off. “i just need to find a bathroom.”

 ignoring my statement his eyes narrow down on me, allowing you to see the green that glowed from them. “who brought you here?”

  “look, i don’t know you okay? so for hitting me with a door can we just call this even and you direct me to a place i can relieve my bladder.”

 he rolls his eyes before pulling you down the hall, the last door to the left. “here, but im standing outside. im not risking you passing out or dyin’ on me.”

 you scoff at that, but neverless close the door and take in your appearance. quickly you grab some tissue and dap at the slit on your forehead. you could use stitches, your eyes tremble with tears but instead you sigh.

 keeping the tissue on your head, you let yourself pee finally. getting up and washing your hands and blood as best as you could but the wound wouldn’t stop bleeding.

 leaving the bathroom, surprised to see him still there. “what’s your name?”

  “y/n... what about you?” you wanted to leave now. a small smirk flickers across his lips before replying.

 “harry styles.” you gulp softly, knowing exactly who it was. gang leader of the britians that now moved to america. instead of freaking out you nod, “that’s cool. can i go now?”

 i pull away the soaked tissue with disgust, “who brought you here?”

 rolling your eyes you go to walk off, him grabbing your arm stopping you. this makes you flinch a little which makes his grasp soften, “who brought you, y/n?”

 “my boyfriend, dylan. there happy?”

his eyes darken at my response, “he’s still here?” you go to speak, but a voice behind you speaks up.

 “got him right here.” your head whips back seeing dylan with niall. “wh-”

 “i swear to god, i’ll have your money by monday. harry i sw-” dylans pleading gets cut off by niall punching him across the face, dylan dropping as niall kicks him a few times.

 screaming out i go to rush forward, but harry’s arms grasp onto me. “shhh.” but tears flow down my cheeks, head pounding.

 i shouldn’t be here. “see dylan there’s one thing i don’t like, actually two. liars and someone who mistreats women.”

 dylans face glares at me, “Whatever that bitch told you is lying!” he seethes making my eyes widen in confusion but quickly anger.

 “you fucking dick! you brought me here and lo-look!” you sob out anger radiating from you. ignoring me dylan pleads once more, “look-look, take her. take her and do whatever you want. please i promise i’ll do anything.”

 my body shakes in fear, “wha-no!” i kick harry in his leg, allowing myself to break free, but only ending up into a pair of arms of a man i didn’t even know was here.

 harry laughs darkly, “oh dylan, boy, we aren’t gonna hurt her. no-no you see, we are going to hurt you.” he walks closer to him before turning to him.

 “he was gonna sell you and prostitute you, y/n. he is nothing.” with that harry swiftly pulls out his gun shooting dylan straight in the head, blood splatters against your dress.

 A scream echos the hallway from your voice, before you couldn’t breathe and everything turns black.

-

 you jerk awake as your head bumps into a hard surface, eyes opening to see lights flashing by. you were in a car, shaking slightly a voice rang out. “thank god, thought ya’ died back there.”

 niall jokes from beside’s me making me jump, tears instantly spill down my cheeks. “pl-please don’t hurt me. i-i won’t tell-”

 “aw for fucks sake.” you heard a voice mumble from the seat infront of you, heart thudding so loud you felt like everyone could hear it. you had no clue what they were gonna do to you, before you passed out you find out a entire lie and see your ex boyfriend get shot.

 he was killed. the scene kept replaying in your head, making your tears uncontrollable. niall glances up at the front with a worried gaze, “lads...”

 trying not to freak out, you’ve seen too many id shows. staying silent and quiet you just focus on every street name you pass. everyone else in the car stays silent as you keep pinching your leg to make yourself focus on something, anything other than your thoughts.

 the car pulls up to a big hotel, making your eyes widen in confusion. “wa-wait.” i lean closer towards the door away from niall, who’s hand wraps around your wrist.

 eyes staring into yours almost pleading, “just follow along and don’t talk, alright las’?” just barely shaking your head, your pulled out the other side of the car. keeping your head down but eyes open.

 two men outside the doors nod at what you see now is harry, and a couple other guys follow along with us. nialls hand moved around your shoulder, more like a embrace instead of forceful follow.

 another dark hair boy stepped forward, pressing the elevator button. this really looked like a movie, a girl kidnapped by a group of men. oh wait it’s reality.

 after the doors close as we enter, you the shortest and in the middle surrounded on each angle. harry glances down at you, you feeling his gaze but not daring to meet his eyes.

 the doors open to a top floor place, rooms separate as well as a kitchen and living room. niall lets go of me as we enter, harry instead turns to me.

 “we aren’t gonna hurt ya’, alright?” nodding softly, nothing left your lips so harry motions for you to sit. gratefully you do because you still felt light-headed. he doesn’t sit only staring down at me as if im the biggest problem in his life right now.

after a few minutes of being gazed at like prey, you spoke up “why am i here?”

 surprised at the fact your voice came out strong, harry still doesn’t speak. “ar-are you gonna kill me?” fear trickles through me, knowing i couldn’t trust anything.

“no! no, god. i just-fuck!” the dark hair guy enters the living area, interrupting the barely conversation that was going on. “martin found out, he wants the girl in exchange.” eyes flickering to me slightly.

 my heart drops, me quickly standing up. “go ahead, call louis.” he motions him off before looking at me. “wait, y/n calm.”

 he steps forward but i step back, tripping over the chair leg making me hit the ground. holding your hands out in fear, you sob. “please, i didn’t mean to see anyth-thing. i-i don’t wa-wanna die, i-i barely ev-even lived yet.”

 his hand wraps around you, trying to pull you towards him as you fight. instead he manages to secure you into a hug as you break down in his arms. “no one’s gonna kill you...” he shushes me, as a father would a child.

 pulling back and looking at him, “then why am i here?” sniffling, you wipe your face and completely move out of his embrace.

 “i told you, dylan owed a lot of money... he was going to sell you, but you see i have morals. i have rules.” he states before moving up off the ground, you still staying down.

 “we don’t hurt women or children, and i don’t fucking like liars. but-” he pauses bringing his hand up rubbing his face, “but what just happened back there has now caused issues, and someone wants their debt. which is you.”

 how did you become so fucking stupid, “that’s why you here, under our protection until he’s gone.”

 you shake your head, “ho-how do i even trust that, you just said im a debt. you could-”

 “im not. you don’t have to believe me, but best believe if i wanted you dead.” he leans down slightly, “you would be.”

 you gulp as he stands up and faces away, “that room is yours, zayn put some women clothes in there, should be your size.” turning from the pointed out room, he offers his hand for you to get up.

 hesitant to take it, you do feeling his rough grasp against your soft skin. before you could mutter another word, he declares his intent though. “if you do try anything, y/n, though... i won’t hesitate to either hand you off or deal with you myself.”

 with that you were left alone as he walks to a door opposite of yours, leaving you to walk into a unknown room. with a unknown time of how long your stuck, or how your family will react.

 stripping out of the clothes, not noticing the blood stains that were on them until it was shown on the ground. tears fell from your cheeks as you throw the dress against the door.

 “fuck!” you scream out in frustration, not even caring who heard. tossing a t-shirt over your head. the sobs still consisting as you head towards the bathroom.

 your eyes bloodshot and face splotchy red, a few drops of blood littered your face and arms. grabbing the fresh white towel, you began scrubbing your skin until it felt raw.

 dropping the towel, your hands rest onto the counter staring at your desperate reflection. “you gotta survive.”

 you spoke to yourself, confused on how your life changed so drastic within a short moment in time.

#harry styles fluff #harry styles drabble #harry styles imagine #harry au

[allendyl1327]

Hello, Dylan! How are you doing today, my purple friend? Is anything interesting going on for you, today? -W

No, nothing interesting going on today, really.

Well.. there’s one thing but it’s a bit besides the point.

What’re you up to, Wilford?

#wkm reincarnation au #da reincarnation wkm #da wkm #wkm da #da reincarnation au #showhost in pink #dyl answers a question

[crackonhq]

SMS ⏩ JUDE: are you red-carpet-ready? because it’s time for MOVIE NIGHT. get glammed up and meet us in the lounge for the premier. #whatspoppin #oncamera

on movie night, all of the islanders take a seat at a large crescent-shaped table where a big screen and projector is set up in contrast to the night sky. islanders will answer trivia questions about each other and will need to answer fastest and first to earn a chance to select one of the movie titles on the screen:

what’s the dyl?

when in rom-i

dante’s inferno

angel in disguise 

the miles files

santos syndrome

marc side of the moon

under my adela

just joshing

the uncanny callie

evie-l under the sun

garden of eden

don’t be jude

jenny was a friend of mine

american horror tori

charlene and not heard

frank me later

the first trivia question flashes on the screen, "where did josh go to college?” and naomi answers the fastest : university of wisconsin. as a result, she gets to pick a movie from the options. she chooses ‘just joshing.’ 

the movie flashes on the screen, showing three clips : 

josh and mali are on the terrace together. “i don’t want to be your friend,” he tells her, and mali asks him what he does want. “fine, we can be friends,” he finally relents, smiling at her. “but not, like, best friends. friends made from this weird ass experience that might hang out in greece together in six months, pending other obligations.” mali laughs, “i'll see you in six months, pending your other obligations.” the way they say it makes it sound like work. there’s a pause until mali is the one to break the silence and end the conversation, saying that she should go find the others. she leans over and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, closer to the corner of his mouth, before leaving. 

josh is in the kitchen, talking to adela: “it kills you that badly that you can't have me, huh?” he says. “if naomi and dylan do fuck us...” adela replies, “you’d be last on my list.” josh responds, “you're such a liar. if they screwed us, you and i both know we'd fuck each other to get back at them.”

the last clip is of josh and jenny, speaking in the living room. “i'm no one's first choice,” jenny says. "you could've been my first choice, if you didn't fuck max!" josh replies. 

the next question flashes on the screen. “what board game is angel really good at?” callie answers the fastest: chess. as a result, she gets to pick a movie from the options. she chooses ‘frank me later.’ 

the movie begins playing, showing three clips :

it shows frankie and callie on the terrace, where callie says “what do you want?” and frankie says “you know what i want!” and frankie pushes callie up against the door and there’s this tense moment where they look like they’re going to kiss before they don’t. 

frankie’s talking to angel in the smoking area, where she tells him about what happened: “hey, i wanna be frank with you, because you’re a cool guy, and i said i’d give you a heads up if anything happened or whatever, but like… me and callie were chatting earlier and it got kinda intense. you know how it is with an ex—or whatever we are now—and there was this moment where she was like, all up in my grill like what the fuck do you want and it was hot, obviously, and i just kinda… pushed her?” and then she says, “it’s like… i just keep waiting for me to stop feeling some typa way when i’m around her.” and angel gets pissed and replies, “you don’t know what you want. and i don’t think you really care who you hurt while you try and figure it out.”

frankie’s with victoria on the date. “oh, you’ve got a little…” frankie gestures to her mouth. “no, it’s more like… wait, let me do it.” she sucks her thumb into her mouth, leans across the table and gathers up the dribble of chocolate from the corner of victoria’s cheek, bringing it back to lick it off her thumb. “you’re all good.”

the next question flashes on the screen after that. the question, “when did romi get her first tattoo?” marcus answers fastest: from her dad, at age 16. he chooses to see ‘when in rom-i.’ 

the first clip is romi and jenny in the bedroom. “and who finds you interesting, romi? the guy with all of five thoughts in his head? the guy who fucked your cousin? very impressive. i bet josh would love this side of you. or, you know, maybe he'd pull a marcus and realize you're too fucked up for him too,” jenny says. and romi says, “you know, you can bait with me dejan or marcus or whoever the fuck you want but there's never going to be a reality where i question how josh feels about me or how i feel about him and i know it must be so sad that you can't say the same.” and jenny retorts, “what, are you fucking in love with him or something?”

dylan and romi are standing in the kitchen, it’s just after dejan and max have left. romi says that she thinks naomi has feelings for dylan, but ‘not like what she has for josh.’ but romi also explains to dylan that, “if josh wants naomi back now, it’s only because she's unattainable,” and adds, “josh doesn’t seem like the type of guy who can be with one girl for very long.” she ends the conversation by saying that dylan deserves “someone who is only going to choose him and not have someone else constantly toying in the back of their mind.” 

it shows dante and romi on the terrace where she asks, “did you just say you love me?” and dante replies “i do. i love you, romi.” she says she’s sorry for how she’s responded and that it scares her, and then she says, “i do care about you, dante, and i’ve grown so fond of you over the last couple of days but if you really want to be open, i mean, if you want me to be really certain about the decision…i think we should do it.” the camera cuts to romi and jenny speaking at the bean bags, where romi tells jenny that dante just told her that he loves her. jenny says, “why would dante be lying?” and romi replies, "i think he's lying 'cause i can't see any reason why he would be in love with me...and, like, you know what's so fucked up about all of this? i think i'm in love with marcus."

the next questions flashes on the screen, “what’s marcus’s dog’s name?” josh answers first : griffin. he chooses to watch naomi’s movie. the screen darkens and three clips start to play :

naomi and dante are in the pool together and he has her pressed up against the wall. he says that he’d “ask about kissing her if he wasn’t worried about getting a concussion.” she says, “but if you weren’t worried about the potential concussion … ?” the clip cuts to show them in the kitchen, dante stepping closer to her as naomi asks, “do you want me to try it with you?” and dante says, “i want you to try with everyone. and with me, yes. i would’ve kissed you yesterday, before jenny.” naomi tugs dante’s face closer, lips nearly brushing when she says, “well, that’s too bad. i’m not really a sharer.” he still has her cornered, pressed against the countertop when he groans in frustration. “you’d better let me out before we get in trouble.” 

there’s some really quick clips of her flirting. one where she’s kissing stella outside on the swings, one where she’s showing marcus her ass and laying on him, one where she’s leaning close to victoria and speaking french.

naomi is talking to dylan in the living room and she says, “i didn’t say it would always be him. you said he always there in the background, and i agreed. whether it was always going to be him or not, we ended because you accepted that things were over between us before we even spoke to each other.” and dylan says, “you saying you chose josh because i ended things sounds like an insult to josh.”

after the movie ends, the lights brighten and the next question flashes on the screen. “what’s adela’s favorite type of food?” dylan answers fastest: greek. he chooses to watch ‘under my adela’ and three clips begin to play on the screen. 

there’s a clip of adela and josh together in the pool, and he asks if the “offer to have her up against a wall” is still on the table. adela asks him if he would take her up on it and josh says “maybe, yeah.” 

naomi asks adela if dylan is her type and she starts laughing and says, “no. like literally not at all. i kind of wasn’t interested in him at all because, yeah, just thought he seemed a bit quiet and… plain ? he IS way hotter in person though, so that had me a bit like oh… but yeah… not my type at all. ” her nose scrunches as she shakes her head. “ i’m into like… dicks, really. honestly, my type’s more josh… ” she smirks over at naomi. naomi asks adela if she was going to say ‘boring’ (and mentions that she hates when people say that about dylan) and adela replies, “oh, i think i WAS gonna say boring. my impression of him going into casa was with you and he just seemed like a bit of a pushover, so that didn’t really excite me.” 

josh asks adela, “what’s so interesting about dylan? he’s a bartender?” and she says, “well, if you really want to know— he's from australia. plus i love free drinks.” 

after adela’s film ends, the final question flashes on the screen, “what internet trend was jude really into?” jenny answers fastest: parkour. she chooses to watch the film, ‘don’t be jude.’ a movie begins to play.

it’s jude and romi arguing by the firepit where he says, “but being a bomshell has risks, you have to keep a back up option around in case things go pear-shaped. i mean, taking it seriously as in viewing it as a big thing when it's not a big thing. it said kiss people you think are sexy, obviously i'm not gonna kiss angel. jenny is hot, but that doesn't mean i want anything with her. like at all. i don't.” 

charlene asks jude, “are you happy to be officially coupled up with her?” and jude says, “maybe. i dunno.” 

the last clip is of jude saying, “charlene is fit, yeah. the girl tried to drown me and i’d still tap that. she’s got bags of personality.” 

the lights brighten and movie night comes to an end, leaving the islanders to discuss the night’s events. 

BONUS. movie night trivia answers ( this is ooc information only, as you took the quizzes ooc too. )

q1. what month was eden born? 58% of you answered correctly with february.

q2. where did josh go to college? 58% of you answered correctly with university of wisconsin. 

q3. which of these is an adrian santos movie? 33% of you answered correctly with son of the mob. 

q4. what got callie back from san diego? 75% of you answered correctly that her grandmother hurt her back.

q5. what does miles have tattooed on his left arm? 33% answered correctly and said rose. 

q6. what is the name of the couple that dante works for? 33% of you answered correctly, gabriel and alice.

q7. what age did evie start working at the hotel? 58% of you answered correctly that she was 19. 

q8. what is frankie’s odd side hustle? 33% of you answered correctly that she sells her dirty laundry. socks, if we wanna get specific. 

q9. what internet trend was jude super into? 83% of you answered correctly with parkour. 

q10. how old was romi when she got her first tattoo? 50% of you answered correctly and said from her dad, at age 16.

q11. what is marcus's dog named? 42% of you answered correctly that it was griffin. 

q12. what's adela's favorite type of food? 50% of you answered correctly, greek.

q13. what's charlene's favorite musical? 42% of you answered correctly that it’s falsettos. 

q14. what's jenny's mom's name? 100% of you got this right. heather nation rise.

q15. what board game is angel really good at? 42% of you got this right, saying chess.

q16. how many siblings does victoria have? 67% of you got this right, she has two. 

#week 6 #crackon: challenge

[dylanisdazed]

What's cracking Dyl? Roll Tide! questions 11, 45, 68?

Roll Tide! 🐘🅰️ Can't wait for Bama football in a few months.

I've already answered those 🥰

[aprilxxangel]

random but i have a few questions you can answer if you're bored

do you have a crush on anyone?

do you hate anyone?

do you want kids in the future?

what are you craving right now?

do you want to get married?

is there anyone you would die for?

would you ever get a tattoo?

what is your little age?

who was the last person you texted?

are you happy?

1. yes i’m crushing so hard on this one guy and idk how to tell him. i think he might like me too but i’m not sure how to tell. maybe you can help me figure it out lol we live together and we share the same bed and we kiss and hold hands. do you think he just sees me as one of the guys?

2. i should. but i don’t. it’s too exhausting to hate anymore so i don’t

3. yes i want two or three but not for a long time lol

4. human connection

5. i dream of my perfect wedding every day it’s been my dream since i was a kid

6. many people some who probably wouldn’t do the same for me but i still would for them

7. i have tattoos and i am thinking of getting another one soon i have many ideas

8. i never really put thought into it when i’m little i’m just little not really set at a certain age but if i had to narrow it down i would say between 6-8

9. dyl pickle. he wanted me to come in the bathroom with him while he brushed his teeth lmao

10. that’s an impossible question to answer. short answer i’d say.

no.

but that makes me think of the ending to bo burnhams make happy special on Netflix where he’s singing and playing the piano as he asks the audience on a scale how happy they are i’ll post the link of the clip i love it so much <3

only one on youtube i could find lol

[glitteronadumpsterfire]

cyberpunk au? do tell pls

OMG OMG OKAY SO-

I have this Idea that was originally inspired by Shout At The Devil by Mötley Crüe (which eventually became more and more similar to Danger Days by MCR but SATD was the spark), that has this gang of hooligans who live in a post-apocalyptic scenario. The city where they live has been bombarded by atomic bombs so it's pretty much a wasteland, but is still controlled by the government of another city that has been constructed after the bombing. This "new city" is like. hypertechologic, it's all the futuristic shit you could imagine, but it's also a living hell of mind control straight from Orwell's 1984. The New city has a secret underground lab where they experiment on humans in order to try and make "the perfect citizen" (among other things, like there's also a military department where they invent new weapons and such).

The hooligans are my ocs Russell (who definitely looks like Gerard in the DD era lmao I swear I didn't do it on purpose), he's a failed bioweapon experiment (i could go on explaining his story but it would take forever lmao but I can explain it later if you want!!); Dylan who is Russ's best friend and basically his caretaker (Dyl is also madly in love with Russ but Russ is too stupid to realize it); Frankie, who used to live in the New city but joined Russell and Dylan after they tried to entice an uprising but failed; and Viktor, who betrayed the government after they made him watch his family die and escaped death row.

If you have any questions I'll be happy to answer them!! Also if you want any more information about my characters I talk about them here:

Plus the tag "untitled comic tag" is where I keep all the posts/art about them and the cyberpunk au

#witchy's ask booth #now if you'll excuse me I'll be lying on the floor a bit bc that took a lot out of me lmao #talking about my cyberpunk au gives me life but it also gives me a headache lmao bc it's so complicated #more than it should #there's a plot too to this au that I want to transform into either a comic or a videogame I'm not sure #anyway thank u for giving me the opportunity to talk about it #as I said it brings me joy everytime someone is interested in this dumpster fire <3 #bulletproof bandits

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Omg for the prompts: “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up” !!!! It can be for whatever character/real Dylan, doesn’t matter, I know you’ll do it justice 😄

OoOOoOo!

I realllllllly hope I can, anon. I'm sure as hell gonna try ;)

I'm gonna write this with Dylan, because I'm the most confident in my ability to write him well. I hope that's okay <3 This is phone sex... so like... warning?

Prompt list HERE

Tell Me

What hell time is it? Is that your phone? God, you hated falling asleep on the couch. You always woke up so confused. It was just supposed to be one more episode, but that turned into four and at some point, you'd fallen asleep. It took you a few moments to come around to even be certain your phone was actually ringing before you reached over and snatched it from the coffee table. 4 AM.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath before you registered who was calling. It was Dylan. You swiped to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, you."

"Is everything okay?" you asked, rubbing your knuckles into your eye to clear the fog.

"Yeah. Everything's fine."

That was a relief, but now you were a little annoyed. "You do realize it's four in the morning here, right?"

"Shit."

You could tell by his tone that it had entirely slipped his mind that he was on the other side of the world. He was filming in Australia, and even after three weeks, he hadn't quite sorted out that he was living almost a full day in the future.

"I'm sorry. I'm an ass. I just..."

He sounded genuinely sorry, and you couldn't really be upset when you heard his voice. It was hard to find time to talk when he was so far away, so now was honestly as good a time as any.

"Just what?"

"Nothin'..."

He was doing that stupid annoyingly cute thing he did where he feigns being coy when he really has nefarious intent.

"Dyl?" you questioned, sitting up a bit on the couch.

"It's just..." he paused, but when he started talking again, his tone changed. There was a slick darkness to it. "I miss you..."

This little shit called for phone sex at 4 in the fucking morning!? "Are you seriously— If you called just to get off on my voice, I'm hanging up."

"Well..." he hummed. "I didn't just call to get off on your voice." It was annoying that he could be so charming while he was perving from another continent.

"Oh no?"

"Thought I could get you off on mine too."

Distance was a frequent enemy for the two of you, so you were no strangers to phone sex, but he wasn't usually so forward. It generally just kind of organically happened during a conversation that began elsewhere.

"You still there?"

"Yeah, yeah...I'm here."

"Well..." His voice was sweet like honey, "interested?

You rolled over onto your back and stared up at the ceiling, listening to him softly breathing as he awaited your response.

"Yes."

"Mmm," he hummed in approval. "Good." You heard a few shuffling sounds before he spoke again. "So I woke you, huh? Wish I was in that bed with you."

You smiled. "I'm on the couch."

"Mmm, okay...What are you wearing?" His voice is muffled for a short moment, like he was blocking his mic.

You look down at your body and grinned because you knew he'd like it. "Those little shorts you like and one of your t-shirts..."

"Mmm."

You could hear the smile on his face.

"Which one?" More shuffling.

"Icee..."

"Oh, I like that one...can't believe I left it there."

"I thought you left it for me," you teased.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm..." you wiggled a bit, getting more comfortable. "Looks better on me..."

Dylan laughed softly. "You're right..."

You smirked, worrying your lower lip between your teeth for a moment before you posed a question of your own. "What about you? What are you wearing?"

"Nothing."

"Oh." Your eyes widened. That must have been what you'd been hearing. He'd been taking off his clothes. "Not wasting any time..."

"Mmm, nope. You should probably catch up."

"Yeah?" you questioned, looking around the room at the floor-to-ceiling windows. "You want me to strip naked right here in the living room?"

"It's 4 AM... no one's gonna see..."

You considered just telling him you were naked when you weren't, but that hint of mischief in his voice emboldened you a bit. You set your phone on the arm of the couch behind you and pulled his t-shirt up over your head, accidentally knocking your phone off onto the rug.

"What was that?"

You picked it up from the floor. "The phone was a casualty of my superior stripping skills," you smiled.

He huffed out a little amused breath. "You naked yet?"

"No...not entirely."

"Shirtless?"

"Mhm."

The little groan he let out was so amusing to you. You wished you could see him. He always looked so good when he was desperate.

"Cold in here..." You ran your fingertips down the center of your chest, hoping he was imagining how you must look with your nipples peaked.

"Fuck..." he muttered. "Wish I was there to suck on those pretty things..."

Those words struck a chord and you traced your finger around one of your breasts, tantalizingly slow. You loved how he practically worshipped you with his mouth. You were sure he'd explained every inch of your skin with his mouth and tongue, but his particular fondness for teasing your breasts was well-documented.

"Touch them..." his breathing was a bit more uneven than it'd been before. "Squeeze your nipples and imagine it's me."

You sighed as your fingers traced over the hardened peak of your breast before you pinned it between your thumb and forefinger. You moaned as your eyes fluttered closed and your mind's eye conjured up a hazy image of him.

"Good?" he asked, his voice slick and low. You knew him so well you could tell his mouth was hanging open.

"Yes."

"Tell me..."

Your free hand glided across your skin to the other breast and your squeezed it in your hand, palming it gently before you pinched your nipple between your index and middle finger. "Feels good, but your mouth would feel better..."

"Shit..." His curse was abbreviated by a stuttered intake of breath. "You'd be writhing on the couch if I had my mouth on you."

You laughed softly, your hand gliding down to your navel, tracing soft little patterns on your skin. "Thinkin' about that making you hard?"

"I've been hard since you picked up the phone."

Those words hit different. The warmth that spread through you made your fingers and toes tingle, and you felt the desire pooling up between your legs. He'd made you wet with just a few little words.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Not yet."

You were impressed. He could behave sometimes, but he wasn't generally one to deny himself pleasure.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, practically purring into the phone.

You closed your eyes again and imagined him laying there naked on his bed, hard and desperate to touch himself, then you imagined the flex of his arm pulling the tendons to the surface when his long fingers wrapped their way around his length.

"Yes."

"You take those shorts off yet?"

Your fingers were teasing at the waistband of them, but you still had them on. "No."

"Take them off."

You obeyed, even though you knew it was more a request than a demand. You slid them down along with your underwear and kicked them off the side of the couch. "They're off..." you breathed, your fingertips gliding up the side of your thigh.

"Good..." he paused for a moment. "Want you to touch yourself when I do...at the same time."

"Okay..." you agreed, your hand gliding up over your thigh until your hand was resting near the heat of your core. You wished he was here. Wishing your hand was his. You missed him so badly you were burning need. Being with him like this was almost torturous because it only made you want him more, but it was better than not having him at all.

"Now."

You moaned as your fingers slipped into your heat. You were so wet already and it felt so good to hear the sounds he made in your ear.

"Feel good?" he panted.

"Mmmm," you hummed, chewing at your lip. "So good...I'm so wet..."

"Got you soaking our couch and I don't even get a taste..." he grunted before he continued. "That's such a fucking shame...you should probably do that for me too..."

Your finger swirled around your clit and you pressed your head back into the cushions as your back arched.

"Tell me how you taste..."

Your toes curled up when you could finally start to hear the sound of his fist working him over, the way his breathing was growing more erratic by the second. You wanted to please him, drive him as insane with need as you felt. You traced along your lower lip with your slick index finger before your tongue wet it and you drew it into your mouth.

The sinful noise he made when you exaggerated the sound of sucking on your finger let you know he was as desperate as you. "Tell me..." he whispered.

"Good...the way I always do..." you breathed, sliding your hand back down your body and between your legs. "But I wish I was sucking on something else..."

"Oh, God..." Dylan said between his teeth. "I wish I could fuck your mouth...so fucking bad."

"Mmm..." You squirmed imagining his hands in your hair, tugging you over his length while he bucks down your throat, but what you really wanted was him buried so deep inside you that you'd forget your name. "Just my mouth?"

He growled at that, the pace of that satisfying slapping sound of his fist quickening a touch more. "No."

You slipped your fingers back inside yourself and curled them up into that sweet spot inside you that made you see little stars. "What would you'd do if you were here right now...?"

He didn't answer right away, but you could still hear the frantic pace of his hand bringing him closer to release. "I'd pin you down on that couch...fold you in half...and fuck you so deep..." He sounded so breathless and gone that you knew he was on the brink. "Make you cum...feel you squeeze around me...fill you to the fuckin' brim..."

Your orgasm was building, like a wave just offshore about to break. The pressure, that ache for release. You were so close. "Dylan...I want you so fucking bad..."

"Me too, baby..." His words were soaked in sin, but there was a sweetness behind them too.

You were so God damn close, and knowing he was right there with you was making the whole thing so much better.

"Baby, holy fucking shit...I'm so close..." he didn't speak for a moment, but the sinful sounds coming out of his mouth didn't stop. He was moaning low and soft, and you could hear the way he was struggling to keep pace, and then it was like a rubber band snapped. "Fuck!" He called out your name and you knew he'd finished.

Your name on his tongue was more than enough to have you base jumping off that same ledge. You cried out in pleasure, his name and half-formed praise falling from your lips as you rode the high of release. You basked in the way it felt to be connected to him even though he was a world away. You nursed yourself through the throes of it, all the while listening to Dylan's heavy breathing in your ear.

"I fucking love you."

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien x reader #my first attempt at prompts! #trashy writing #;) #smut ask night #prompt me baby #phone sex is a good time #highly reccomend #for 2 years I only saw my hubs 2 days a week #we got up to some shit #... best BELIEVE #tell me fic #p.s. I have that icee t-shirt #hehehe

[jin0]

I’m on a healthy baby daddy Dyl kick now.

What do you think that first “okay lemme give you your second chance” date that he takes you on? All I know is he’s gonna pull out ALL the stops. He gonna be on that full on fairy tale romance bullshit cause he wants to like fully remind you he’s your one and only? And like how can you not get swept off your feet by Prince Charming daddy Dyl?

…And then thrown into bed 🤷🏽‍♀️

- Birdie🖤

oohh that's like something i've BEEN thinking of !! and to me it has to be a cabin in the woods !! like away from the people, the city and the kids with his sister, he's taking you away on this little place he had bought for you but never got to show you cause you were done with his shit before he could.

when you arrive, it's fully furnished and with food, because he spent the day before cleaning it up and buying everything you'd need. he even has anti pollen medication (that one's for me cause i need someone to do this for me) in a cabinet and an inhaler just for you.

you don't see it fully tho because as soon as you arrive and drop your luggages, he's taking you by the waist and kissing the side of your face tenderly, urging you to get in the car to get to the special place he wanted to show you.

when you arrive, you're stunned and that's exactly what he wants. he took you into a beautiful field with colorful flowers and trees and a river not too far. he had both your favorite snacks and foods ready to devour and he's having a blast honestly, just watching you look around with eyes full of stars and the most adorable smile every. you ask a shit ton of question about the place and he's feeling like a lovesick puppy answering you.

you're back to being you again, the college kids who had too much love and dreams for their own little bodies but who loved each other too much to let go. you laugh and goof around, being in love and young and slowly finding each other again.

that's when you end up playing in the river that you see how much this man loves you and how much he's truly restraining himself. he wants you, god, he needs you. but he wants you to be ready and he refuses to rush it, he's done this too much and now he wants it to be meaningful.

he's dreamt of you naked, in his bed, taking him and whispering his name. he's dreamt of your little pleas and commands and each time he wakes up, he feels like a sinner begging to be able to worship the woman he loves. you're his everything and his entire body aches for you, to love you, touch you, feel you, be inside you. he's ready to do anything you ask and that's when you get it, that man, is the man you loved and had babies with. not the dickhead who wanted nothing more than get you annoyed to say you pay attention to him.

you're looking into each other's eyes, the dark starry sky above you. you've been gere for hours and you should be freezing but you're not. you got to watch the sunset and now, you just need one more thing.

with your thighs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping on your hips because if he goes lower you're fucking in the river, he's reaching for your lips but also pulling away from you in a desperate attempt to not rush it. his entire body's dying to feel but he can't, not when he knows that just a taste of you will kill him. you can feel how truly hard he is and honestly, you want him to do something but you're fascinated by how long he's lasted that way, not doing or saying anything but watching you.

you get on your feet and lower your hands, watching how he gasps and throws his head back. when you grab his belt and pull him to your chest, he's ready to drop to his knees. you look at him in his eyes, a tender smile on your lips, and he just can't help but think of the night he got you pregnant.

"think carefully, baby... the next thing you do will kill me, i know it."

you think for a few seconds before whispering in his ear.

"let's go back to the cabin... i want to go back with you..."

and he knows exactly what you mean by that.

the drive back is quite, your wet clothes somewhere in the trunk while you're both in towels (that he prepared just in case).

the moment you hit the mattress, climbing on top of him and watching him wait for your next move, you know you won't leave the bed for a long while. and you don't.

for the entire night, and the next day, you both discover each other again, whispering both nasty and sweet words into the other. you needed that, that little bubble with just you two, you needed it to remember who you were and you did exactly that. going from slow and tender, still restrained, to rough, fast and eager when he understands that you're not going nowhere. with your bodies still tangled in each other, you can't control the way your thighs shake as soon as you wake up to find him still inside you.

he's caging you in his arms, keeping you closer and rolling his hips in his sleep to torture you. with the way his lips are stuck on your skin, kissing you tenderly and mumbling the most loving words he can think of in his sleep, you can only fall even more in love.

#•° jin replies <3°• #•°sweet people in my inbox°• #•°birdie nonnie°• #went a little crazy on this one but im a romantic... #can't help it 🤷🏾‍♀️🙈 #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #female reader #woc reader #black reader

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

pairing: dylan o’brien x best friend fem!reader

summary: in which dylan has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. your busy lives and schedules may have pushed both of your lives in vastly different directions as you’d gotten older, but somehow you two would always be led back to your hometown, and each other, during the holidays. however, one moment causes all of that to change. 

warnings: angst (what else is new), some fluffiness, mentions of past trauma (the maze runner incident), existential crises, explicit language

word count: 3.6k words

author’s note: idk why i decided to write something christmas related in the summer but it happened lmao (also i feel like it’s slightly important to mention that this takes place in 2016)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The rocks being thrown at your window were not what woke you up. Instead, you had been lying awake for hours; getting little to no sleep was something that you had become used to at this point.

However, on this specific night— or morning, depending on how one looked at it— you were glad that your sleep had been restless once again because it made it easy for you to get out of bed and walk to your window when the rocks began hitting it.

There was really no need for you to push open the curtains and check who was doing the throwing because, of course, it was Dylan. Ever since he moved onto your street in Hermosa Beach in middle school and the two of you easily became friends, he was the only person that would ever wake you up in the middle of the night with the soft pings of rocks, especially on this specific day at this specific time.

You waved at him and gestured that you would be down in a moment. You slipped on a random pair of sweatpants along with a hoodie and then placed the Christmas gift that you bought for him in the pocket. The item was small enough to fit in the not too big pocket of your hoodie; however, it did awkwardly protrude a bit.

All of this was a sort of unspoken tradition that the pair of you had developed over the many years you’d known each other. Meeting at five in the morning on Christmas day, walking to the beach that was only a few blocks away from your respective childhood homes, and exchanging Christmas gifts with each other as you both watched the sunrise. It started when you were in ninth grade, and you hadn't missed a year since, not even when the ending of high school pushed your lives in vastly different directions, especially since Dylan graduated a year before you and was almost immediately thrust into his acting career.

But, it didn't matter that Dylan's career took off, and you eventually decided to go to college in Santa Barbara, because, no matter what, you both would always come back for the holidays.

When you opened your front door and saw Dylan lingering by the sidewalk no more than ten feet away, you were quick to go toward him and pull him in for a tight embrace. It actually hadn't been too long since you’d last seen him, maybe only five or six months, but for some reason, it still felt as if the last time he was in front of you was last December.

"Hey," Dylan breathed out in a short greeting, his arms wounding around your waist.

“Hey to you too," You responded, a small smile gracing your features when you both pulled away, and you looked up at him. "How have you been?"

It was quiet for a few moments as you waited for him to answer the question, but eventually, you were met with no verbal response, and instead, Dylan simply shrugged. The short action made your heart constrict in the most painful way, and it was then that you noticed the light remnants of a scar peeking out from behind his dark hair that covered the majority of his forehead. You were quick to peel your eyes away from the scar and instead cast them down at your Converse-covered feet, but that didn't stop the memories from quickly coming back.

The Maze Runner accident had happened back in March, but to you, and you knew to Dylan as well, it felt as if it was just yesterday, especially considering the fact that he was still dealing with the unavoidable repercussions from it.

"Wanna walk?" You asked, finally looking up at him once again.

Dylan nodded. "Yeah."

A silence that could only be deemed as comfortable lingered between them as the two of you took the five-minute walk to the beach and sat down side by side on one of the random empty benches.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Dylan said as he handed a present over to you. The present was messily wrapped, something that was not at all uncommon when receiving gifts from Dylan, and the sight of it made you smile.

Before you unwrapped the gift, you pulled out the one you had for him and handed it over. "Merry Christmas, Dyl."

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A simultaneous shocked and happy yelp emitted from your lips when you held up a Harry Potter t-shirt. But, it wasn't just any Harry Potter t-shirt; it was one with a version of the Goblet of Fire movie poster on it, which was your all-time favorite movie in the series.

"Holy shit."

"It's the original merch that was sold when the movie came out," Dylan told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the green bow placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at Dylan and then back down at the shirt as you processed his words. "Wow, double holy shit. I would put it on if it wasn't freezing right now."

Dylan laughed a bit. "Very understandable."

“Why haven't you opened yours yet? I'm dying to see what you think of it," You said. You were now holding the t-shirt to your chest, genuinely feeling like a little kid on Christmas morning again.

Dylan finally began unwrapping your gift to him, and when all of the paper was peeled off, there was a square box. "Aw, a plain white box. Thank you so much. This is what I've always wanted."

You rolled your eyes and playfully bumped him with your shoulder. "Ha ha. Please save all of these bad jokes for your stand-up act; I can't wait to boo you off the stage along with everyone else."

"So, what I'm hearing is you don't think that becoming a comedian is going to be the next best career move for me?" Dylan asked. He attempted to make the question sound as serious as possible, but there was a joking undertone to his words.

You bit back your laughter. "Please just open the box already so I don't have to hurt your feelings by truthfully answering that question."

"Okay, we'll circle back to that topic later," Dylan smiled and then finally opened the white box to reveal a slightly faded baseball. When he picked it up, he ran his thumb over the black signature written on it. "Now it's my turn to say holy shit."

You could feel yourself smiling at his awestruck reaction, and you wondered if that was what you looked like when you saw the Harry Potter shirt. The baseball was signed by one of the players of the New York Mets that had been Dylan's favorite player when he was younger, and he'd even caught a ball hit by him when he went to a game before he moved to California.

"I've had this idea for years, but I could never find a baseball signed by him," You began explaining, the excitement clear in your voice. "But, last month, someone named Paul Todd posted this on eBay and I immediately bought it. God bless that old man. It's completely authentic and everything."

Dylan was quiet for a few moments as he simply looked at the baseball in his hands, a small joyful smile on his face, and it made you happy to see him so genuinely elated with the present.

"This just made my gift look like shit," He finally said, a light laugh falling from his lips.

"I have always been the superior gift giver. I think that's my hidden talent," You responded with a playful smirk.

Dylan placed the baseball back in its box and then looked at you. "Next year you will receive the best gift ever from me. It will completely top everything that you have ever given me."

"You're saying that as if I should feel upset about receiving a trip to Italy as a Christmas gift."

"A trip to Italy?"

"In my strong opinion, that would be the best gift ever," You said with a smile and then looked down at the t-shirt, which was now in your lap. "But, anyway, I don't think this gift is shit. I'm in love with this shirt already."

Dylan let out a joking, overexaggerated sigh in relief. "Phew, okay, since you think this gift is great, that means I don't have to do the trip to Italy next year."

"What? Did I say I like this t-shirt? I hate it! Harry Potter actually su— Fuck, I can't say this with a straight face," You laughed, and Dylan was quick to join in with you.

The joking statements leading up to the laughter hadn't even been the funniest things ever, but it didn't matter because this was probably the hardest you had laughed in a while, and you were both glad and unsurprised that it was with one of your favorite people in the entire world.

You missed joking around and laughing with him. You missed simply being with him.

Eventually, the laughter died off, but there was still a smile planted firmly on your face. You looked ahead at the darkness in front of you and the ocean that looked completely black; it was still kind of early, so the sun hadn't begun to rise just yet. Your back pressed against the wooden bench, and you let out a small sigh, your head finding Dylan's shoulder as you leaned against him.

"How have you been?" You asked him, your words coming out both soft and slightly quiet, and before the mood became too serious with your question that was nothing but serious, you attempted to lighten it. "And please no shrugs as a response this time. I don't wanna get a headache due to my head bouncing off your shoulder."

Dylan let out a breath of a laugh at your final statements but refrained from answering the question for a few moments.  

After what felt like forever, he sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I honestly don't know. My mind has felt so fucked lately, thinking about everything. I swear I've been feeling every feeling known to man these past months."

"What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

"I'm really happy with you. This is probably the only normal and familiar thing I've experienced in a while. But, of course, there's still that confused feeling in the back of my mind revolving around everything else." He paused for a brief moment before continuing, his next words came out quieter. "I don't even know if I want to go back to acting."

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him as you pulled his hand into yours and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"No matter what you decide. I'll be right there to support you," You told him and then added a "bro" at the end of her sentence along with a small smile. Whenever things became too deep in a conversation you two were having, one of you would always throw a "bro" or "dude" in there to bring some playfulness to the mood.

The corners of Dylan's perked up a bit. "So, you'll support me when I decide to become a comedian?"

You were unable to stifle your light laughter. "Yes, fine, fuck it. I'll be the loudest one laughing at all of your shows."

Dylan squeezed your hand back because he knew exactly how reluctantly true your words were. "Don't worry, I promise not to put you through that."

"Thank you."

"So, how have you been?"

"No."

"Oh, come on," Dylan said as he playfully poked your side. "I'm not gonna be the only one exposing my feelings."

You sighed and then hesitantly nodded. "Okay, okay."

The truth was you had been far from good lately. Your life was moving, but for some reason, you felt like you weren’t moving with it.

You felt stuck.

Stuck in a confusing mindset where you had absolutely no idea what you wanted to do with your life. You thought that identity crises usually happened in high school, but apparently, yours had come five years late. But, you knew that this delayed identity crisis had been your own doing because you had convinced herself that you would figure everything out once you were in college; and you were both lucky and smart enough to receive a full ride to UCSB.

And although you were finishing up your Master's degree in Creative Writing and had a TA job at the university with the department, which was the reason behind why you could even pay for the Master's program, something in your "should be great" life simply did not feel right.

However, you felt absolutely terrified to say any of that out loud because admitting it would only finally make that statement a wholehearted truth, instead of just a spiraling thought in your mind. And even though Dylan was your best friend and you knew you could tell him anything and not receive any sort of judgment, it still felt hard to let the words leave your lips.

You thought about the way to perfectly word everything, but nothing felt right. You pulled your hand away from Dylan's and covered your face as you let out an exasperated breath. "I can't figure how to say it all."

Dylan placed an arm around you and then mimicked the same question you had asked him not too long ago. "What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

You would have both laughed and smiled at the fact that he was using your exact words if the current circumstances were different.

"Scared," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what the fuck I wanna do anymore, and actually, I don't think I really ever did. I only went to college because of the scholarship, and I convinced myself that I would figure my life out when I got there. And for a while, things felt right because I found creative writing and genuinely enjoyed it, but something doesn't feel right anymore. And I actually do like school. Because it's stable, and I am doing things, even if it's taking a dumbass test. But, it's about to be over soon, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do."

Your words were coming out like vomit, and nothing could stop it because finally, everything you had been feeling for so long was out of your head and put into the open.

"And don't get me wrong, I do love to write, but I don't know, I just can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life," You admitted and then let your next words come out quietly. "Honestly, I can't see myself doing anything. I'm so unhappy here."

You did not say it aloud, but you didn't think you were ever fully content there. Aside from Dylan and your parents, you never truly liked California. You had grown up there all your life, and although there were millions of people that adored the state, you felt the exact way someone from a state like Wyoming probably felt.

Dylan did not verbally respond to your long confession at first; instead, he simply pulled your confused and stressed self in for a hug, and you let out the simultaneous sigh and breath that you had been metaphorically holding in for years at this point.

"Maybe you should take a break," Dylan finally said; his arms were still around you, an action that made you feel completely comforted. "Right after high school, you went straight to college, and I don't think you've ever really taken a break to really think about what you actually want. Like, maybe, it's becoming a zookeeper."

Your laugh was slightly muffled by the fact that your face was pressed into the warmth of Dylan's chest. "Zookeeper?"

"I don't know," He laughed too. "You said you would support me in whatever the fuck I decide to do, and I'll do the exact same for you."

Somehow a smile found its way on your face. "A zookeeper and a comedian. What a fucking dream team."

Another laugh fell from Dylan's lips. "The best fucking dream team."

"But, honestly, I wish I could've known sooner that this is how you've been feeling. I would've been telling you to slow down so long ago, but you seemed content with everything," Dylan told you and gave you another light squeeze. "Please take a break and don't stress yourself out over the future when your next semester is over. Just relax for the first time. You can even come stay with me in LA for a little bit if that's where you wanna take your break. I'll be here for you, Y/N. Always."

Something about his words hit you hard. The wholehearted honesty and sincerity behind his statement shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. And the worry he had for you resembled the same concern you had for him when the accident happened. You two were best friends, so it should not have been a shock that you would worry about each other, but still, in that moment and for you, it was shocking because it felt like so much more than just that.

"Me too," You whispered, finally responding to his previous statement.

The long embrace came to an end with you being the one to pull away; however, you did not pull away far enough for you both to become completely detached from one another. Dylan's arms were still around your waist, and yours were still around the nape of his neck, and your faces were dangerously close. Your hand somehow took on a mind of its own as it reached around and cupped Dylan's cheek. The miniscule confusion and tickle of panic that began to prick at the back of your mind because of the action were not enough to make you pull away.

The slight way that Dylan leaned into your soft touch was the catalyst for you to take the leap and lean in the tiniest bit to close the small distance between the two of you, your lips almost too easily finding his. The inward sigh of contentment you emitted when Dylan almost immediately kissed you back made you realize that kissing him was the one thing currently happening in your life that actually felt right.

Later, when thinking back to that specific moment, you would wonder if that "rightness" had always been there between you both.

However, that right feeling, which was both comfortable and familiar, was quickly replaced with dread and angst, at least on your part. Your mind was beginning to fully catch up with your actions, and it immediately told you that the current action was both bad and stupid, and there were many, many reasons that proved that.

Maybe there were moments where a younger, and even present-day, you did want more to happen between you and Dylan, but you would always push that thought away because you knew that your and Dylan's friendship was so much more valuable.

And then it was the fact that your lives were nothing alike. Even though you were immensely confused about where your life was going, you could say for certain that it wasn't going in the same direction as Dylan's; an acting career that he genuinely loved and enjoyed too much to truly give up. Something deep down told you that, and you could feel the truthfulness behind the thought. The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect.

You abruptly pulled away, not just from the kiss but from Dylan's body entirely, moving to the edge of the bench you were on. Your hands covered your face in nothing but pure embarrassment and regret, and you wished that you could take back the last minute and a half of your life. And you also absolutely hated that you couldn't help but notice how much colder your body felt now that it was away from Dylan's.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. Fuck. That kiss— it was a mistake. I'm really sorry." Your words came out rushed and fumbled, and it probably did not make much sense, but you just hoped that there was at least a little bit of coherency with them.

As much as you wanted to look at Dylan, you refused to do so because you knew that you would only see the regret you were feeling written clear across his face.

"Hey, it's okay, Y/N. Everything's fine. Don't worry," You heard him say but could hear the uncertainty in his voice as if he really didn't know if everything truly was fine. And you knew that it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect, and you had just completely ruined that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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