but magnificent dylan

The One Night Stand

Request: Can you do one where you had one night stand thing but then he starts to develop feelings for you even tho you’re really ruthless and kill people for fun and yeah badass girl

Warnings: Mild language, sexual references

Notes: None :)


*YOUR P.O.V*

I wake up in a strangers bed, unsure of where I was and why I was there. My head was pounding and my legs ached as they walked to the bathroom. I take a look at myself in the mirror and was horrified at the sight: makeup smudged and all over my eyes - giving off a panda look, hair all over the place, dark circles under my eyes - I looked like hell. Searching the cabinets, in need of some wipes of some sort to clear my makeup. Finally, after 5 minutes of searching, I found some at the very back of the bottom shelf under the sink cabinet. 

Luckily, I alway keep a spare makeup bag in my bag and I applied some, doing my hair afterwards and then walking out into the bedroom again. I sat on the bed and sighed, looking around the room. 

“Oh you’re up. I got you some coffee, thought you might need it after last night”, a man says, holding out a coffee cup to me, smiling kindly. 

“Ugh thanks…”, I linger, hoping to get a name out of him.

“Dylan”

Originally posted by fyeahmaxthieriot

“Right. Thanks Dylan”, I gave a small smile before drinking my coffee. “So, what happened last night?”

“We got pretty drunk and we had… sex”, he trailed off. Shit, I had sex with a total stranger. Good one, Y/n. 

“You look like you could do with some fresh air?”, Dylan points out. 

“I do, actually”

“Say, how about we go downtown and just get to know each other”

“Isn’t a one night stand supposed to be having sex then leaving?”

“I know, but I find you intriguing already”. I give in and we set off for a walk.

——

Dylan and I became really close after that and were already spilling our darkest secrets - trusting one another.

“Why are you staring?”, I turn to Dylan, raising an eyebrow and smirking. 

Originally posted by those--blue--eyes

“Because you’re beautiful”

“Shut up, I’m not”

“You are. You’re wonderful, intriguing, magnificent”

“But, Dylan. I’ve done bad things. Very bad things”, I warned. 

“Like what?”

“I’ve… killed people”

“So have I”, Dylan said back quickly. 

Originally posted by dylanmassettimagines

“No, but… for fun. You don’t want to be with me. I’m a horrible per-”

“I don’t care if you kill people for fun - I like you for you”