“So here’s the deal, life doesn’t always wanna be your friend. Sometimes it’ll feel like life wants to hurt you. But you can’t just hide, cuz nobody likes a quitter. You gotta take chances. I never said it was gonna be fun. Or easy. Whether you’re totally ready, or when you least expect it. Doesn’t matter, life’ll punch you right in the face. Now you can lie there for a second, cry a little if you need to, but get back on your feet. Cuz it’s the gettin’ back up that counts. That’s what shows you’ve got heart. That’s what helps keep you goin’. Fall down 7 times, get up 8. And know we’ll be right there with you.“
My own voice and rendition of a monologue originally aired on Toonami and narrated by Steve Blum.
Wanted to record myself reading it as a message to my followers and myself. And hey, you get to hear what I sound like.
Take care everyone, and remember, doesn’t matter how many times you fall as long as you always get back up.
Warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORRY
A/N: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov
my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo
dyl pickle: will do xx
I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.
I stumbled across a picture of a letter romanced Zevran sends the Warden in Awakening, and with it a lovely and hilariously written collection of additional letters from Zev. All of which written by the always wonderful spicyshimmy. The original post along with the written letters can be found here. —> (x) Please check it out and read along!
(and seriously, go follow spicyshimmy)
So here is my Zevran impression as I read these letters for you all! Complete with ambient music and campfire sounds. Drunk!Zevran is probably the only good thing I have contributed to society.
“I couldn’t stop looking at her, didn’t want to blink… . The sight of her made me sigh. All that and then there was the voice. A voice that drove out bad spirits … she sang in a voice straight to God… . Nothing she did didn’t work.”
– Bob Dylan, “Chronicles: Vol. One”
“I was getting audiences up to 10,000 at that point, and dragging my little vagabond out onto the stage was a grand experiment… The people who had not heard of Bob were often infuriated, and sometimes even booed him.”
Someone: if you knew what Dylan actually was like you wouldn’t like him. He was socially awkward and didn’t know how to act around girls.
Me:that’s…literally me he’s a guy version of me. That’s Me he’s me I’m him. That’s why I like him sort of?? Idk he wasn’t fake he’s me in a way. I’m him [goes on and doesn’t stop rambling]
A/N: this one is completely inspired by Dylan being in SA because I’m in SA rn
Warnings: angst, smut smuttty smut
Pairings: Dylan O'Brien x Reader, Andrew Garfield x Reader (Platonic)
“You don’t need me anymore.”
The words left your mouth as thought they were a simple fact, without implication or emotion. Dylan wondered how you could do that - how you could keep your voice so calm when your words had shattered his reality from where you stood, the table between the two of you acting as a physical and metaphorical barrier.
“How can you say that?” He asked, his eyes painted an angry red and his hands shaking. You sighed deeply.
“Because it’s true.” You replied simply, and Dylan continued to stare at you in shock. He made a move to reach out and grab your arm, but you side stepped him. “No. Come on. Don’t do that. You know it is. We’ve been over for a long time now Dyl. We’ve just been too scared to do anything about it.”
He let out a laugh that was anything but humorous. A hand flew to his head, where he tugged on his hair in frustration. “Is that what you think happened between us? That’s what you think we’ve been reduced to? Just a pair of morons who were once in love but now too scared to leave each other?”
His words felt like a slap to the face but you didn’t allow it to show. There was a long beat of silence and when he realised you didn’t have a response, smiled bitterly.
Suddenly, he slammed his fists down on the table so hard, it made you jump. “Answer me!”
But you couldn’t. You couldn’t give him a straight answer, not after hearing the way his voice broke. You couldn’t give him an answer, knowing deep down that you weren’t being honest with neither him nor yourself.
“That’s not what we are.” Dylan said quietly, his voice dropping to a sound barely above a whisper. He looked into your eyes with something truly desperate within his own. “You have to know that, baby. This can’t be it. I- I love you too much to let you go.”
Dyaln dropped his head, squeezing his eyes shut. You wanted to run, to get as far away from his little apartment as possible. Because you knew that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to hold your ground. If you stayed here any longer, your resolve would break and you would *never* be able to truly walk away.
“I refuse to believe that that’s what we’ve come to.” When he looked at you again, Dylan had tears streaming openly down his face. His eyes were bloodshot red and his fists gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles went white. He leaned further on the coffee table, as though he was barely keeping himself upright.
“We’re so much more than that.” He told you with such conviction, you believed it to be true. “We aren’t one of those couples who are gonna grow to resent each other regret it.” Before you could stop him, Dylan had crossed the table and taken your face in his hands, cradling it gently.
You didn’t realise you we’re crying until he wiped away a tear.
“(Y/N) we’re forever. We’re the old couple who sit bickering on the front porch but love each other anyway. We’re the ones people look at and think ‘are they still together’ because fuck yeah we are. We’re the couple that’s gonna dance to out song when we’re seventy and can barely move. Baby, we’re infinite.”
“That’s a nice story.” You said, wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling his hands off of you. “But it’s not ours - it can’t be. Our story ends here. I’m so sorry Dylan.”
And with those final words, you grabbed the handle of your bag and walked out of your shared apartment, closing the door behind you.
You knew he wouldn’t follow you out - he respected your choices enough not to.
You knew that he wouldn’t talk shit about you once you were gone - he loved you too much to do so.
And you knew that once you got on that plane to your new acting gig in London, he wouldn’t follow you because he thought that you didn’t love him any more.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The flashes of the paparazzi’s cameras were enough to blind, even through the thick lenses of your sunglasses. It was inevitable. You had recently filmed a new movie with Andrew Garfield and it was set to be a booming success. As a result you had to deal with a ridiculous amount of rumors about your personal life and his.
“Come on (Y/N)! Smile for the camera!” One yelled.
“Congratulations on the engagement!”
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Have you and Andrew picked a venue yet?”
You continued to ignore them as you made your way through the airport. You’d arranged for your luggage to be taken care of to avoid mass hysteria and you knew that a car would be waiting outside for you, in a predetermined location.
When you got there, a huge grin overtook your face.
“I thought you were still in Australia!” You said happily, making your way over to the Ford.
“Wanted to surprise you, as all.” Said Andrew, looking just as glad. You laughed and thanked him as you got in the passenger seat.
You and Andrew Garfield had become good friends over the duration of filming. It wasn’t your first movie together and you knew for a fact that it wouldn’t be your last. Although the two of you had pointedly decided not to take your relationship further than the occasional fuck (Andrew was still hung up over Emma), you shared a close relationship with him.
Andrew understood what it was like to have to leave the love of your life. He knew that sometimes, you just needed someone to cuddle up to, or fuck you senseless until you forgot why you were upset in the first place.
You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Andrew, but you relied upon him a great deal to keep you going and vice versa.
“When was the last time you were in South Africa?” Andrew asked, eyes focused on the road.
“Um, about two years ago.” You said, pointedly deciding to forget how awkward it had been when you returned to see Julia and met Brit for the first time. “Last you were here was to film Hacksaw Ridge, right?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “There are some places I wanna check out before I leave. I’m leaving tonight for the Oscars on Sunday, and you’ll have to excuse me for saying I’m pretty exhausted from all the flying every other day with you.”
“Fuck you.” You said playfully. “I’m awesome to travel with.” The press tour for your movie ended in California where you would give your last interview together on Ellen before the premier and then it was over but that was only next week. For now, you were here in Cape Town.
“I beg to differ.” Andrew said. “But I will agree with you on the first part.”
You shrugged, not questioning it. Andrew would sometimes have these days when, out of nowhere, he’d become extremely in need of physical affection or emotional support. You never called him out on it because you were almost always the same.
“My place.” You said. “I wanna check out the new hotel.”
Andrew shrugged and agreed, but your new hotel wasn’t the first stop. He took you out for lunch, insisting that airplane food wasn’t real food because ‘For the love of God, (Y/N), it tastes like dirt!’ Afterwards, you went for a quick walk on the beach, during which your jeans became filled with sand and uncomfortable.
“I didn’t even get a chance to swim.” You pouted, walking in through the door that Andrew held open for you. He laughed as he removed his shoes.
“Well it was your genius idea to go in waist deep while fully clothed.” He said, pulling off his still wet shirt and throwing it in the hamper in one of the rooms.
“Do we have a pool?” You asked, walking further around the room. You reached the glass doors of the patio and smiled. “We have a pool!”
“Really?” Andrew asked, walking up to you. He had taken off his shirt and undershirt as well as his jeans, leaving him bare from the waist up with only a pair of black boxer briefs cladding his modesty. “Guess it’s your lucky day.”
You didn’t feel self conscious at all, having to taken your shirt out in front of him. He’d seen it all a thousand times before. You stripped down until you were standing in your undies and made a dive for the pool.
You went in head first and the water was the perfect tempreture. As you swam to the surface, you heard the unmistakable sound of Andrew screaming obnoxiously before feeling rather than seeing him canon ball in.
When you broke the surface, you were met with his grinning face.
“What?” You asked, a hand instinctively wiping at you face. Andrew laughed, not unkindly.
“You’re beautiful.” He said simply. You grinned, swimming the shirt distance between you two and resting your arms on his shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, because as surprising as Andrew’s bursts of affections were, they were never random.
“She’s met someone.” He said with the utmost care in his voice, which made you grip his shoulders tighter. “I’m happy for her. I am. Truly. I just thought that it would be someone different. Someone who deserves her, you know?”
“Andrew Garfield not liking Emma Stone’s knew boyfriend.” You said teasingly, “Who’d have thought?”
“Oh, shut it.” He said, looking down at you. The words went unspoken, but you knew what he needed. “Are you comfortable with this?” Andrew asked and you nodded, knowing that with being back here your recent dip into loneliness, you needed it too. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know.” You mumbled, leaning in close towards him. From here, you could see how tall he was. He was standing on his flat feet and the water barely reaached his upper arms. You, meanwhile, were holding on to him to stop from drowning.
“I need this too.” You told him, running a hand over his shoulders before pulling him in close. Without hesitace, you tilted your head up and met Andrew’s lips in a heated kiss.
He let out a sigh, his hands moving to your thighs to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as he walked you backwards through the water until he had you seated on the second step, kneeling down between your legs with the water flowing around you.
You pressed your lips to his heatedly and felt his tongue swipe against your lower lips. Feeling teasing, you kept your lips just the way they were and sucked onthe tip of his tongue when he tried to force his way in.
“Tease.” Andrew said, pulling away to catch his breath. You didn’t get a chance to replied because he had grabbed your ass roughly, causing you to let out a moan of surprise. He seized the opportunity and slid his tongue into your mouth before your lips had even connected.
“You love it.”
Three hours later, you awoke to find yourself cold and alone, lying naked on your bed. Memories of your time with Andrew flooded through your mind and you smiled slightly, hugging the sheets to your body.
You couldn’t, however, help but feel a wave of loneliness wash over you. Here you were, in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, waking up alone and with no one to share it with. Sure, you had Andrew but it just wasn’t the same.
The last five years of you life had been lonley, despite your success. Of course, you did have a few boyfriends here and there, but never anyone real, never anyone you’d truly felt a deeper connection with.
Never anyone like Dylan…
You forced the thought out of your head and stood up, making your way to the kitchen. You were staying at the One&Only Cape Town hotel, where you had the most magnificent view of the ocean from your window. Right now, with the sun slowly setting and the reflection of the stars on the water, you felt completely at peace.
A small something of white caught your attention from the corner of your eye. It was a note on the fridge. Walking up and reading it, you realised it was from Andrew.
Sorry, had to run. Talking to J.J. about my contact. Meet me tonight at the Era Night Club (call a fucking Uber you lazy shit) and look pretty. Bringing friends.
Reading the note once more, you shrugged and glanced at the clock. It was almost 8 and while Andrew didn’t specify a time, you knew he probably wouldn’t expect you before 10 or 11. Going on an impulse, you quickly cleaned up a bit and put on some clothes, deciding to go shopping.
The centre wasn’t far from where you were staying but you called an Uber anyway. In the rush of Andrew getting you here, you hadn’t bothered to pick up a rental, so that was your only means of getting around.
It was there, in that tiny little Colette store, that shit hit the fan.
You were going through items on the rack, looking for something to possibly wear tonight. Your hand stopped on a cute black number, and you grinned, humoring yourself and pulling out the leather dress that left very, very, very little to the imagination.
Holding the piece over your body, you looked up at the mirror, which ran along every wall and almost dropped your basket.
Standing there, staring at you with the most shocked look on his face, was Dylan O-fucking-Brien.
For a long moment neither of you spoke. You stared at him, watching a range of emotions flicker across his face (you were almost certain the same thing was happening to you) before he plastered on a smile and approached you.
Immediately you lowered the dress, wondering if you still smelt like sex from earlier. Dylan stood in front of you, smiling gently and you heart rate began to pick up, panic overtaking your body.
“Hey.” He said calmly, hands tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. You smiled back, a bit nervously.
“H-Hi.” You replied, taking a moment to look him over. Obviously he was older, considering the last time you had seen him was almost three years ago, but it wasn’t that. He looked tired, sick even. “Are you okay?”
Dylan’s smile faltered slightly before he stood up a little straighter. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He said lightly, and you too fixed your posture. “How’s it been going with you? Heard you’re dating that Garfield guy.”
“We’re friends.” You smiled, but it felt absolutely fake. You hated this; hated how this was some kind of battle of wills where neither could show any weakness. “How are you and Brit doing?”
Again, his smile faltered but returned stubbornly. “We’re awesome. I mean why wouldn’t we be? It’s not like I don’t need her anymore.”
You physically winced, both at his words and at the tone with which they were said. Low fucking blow, you thought. Immediately, regret filled you ex’s eyes and he cleared his throat. “Sorry, that was-”
“It’s fine.” You said because you honestly didn’t give a fuck. You couldn’t meet his eye when you spoke again. “I’m happy for you, Dyl. I’m really glad you found someone.”
You put the bag and dress down, spinning on your heels and making a b-line for the door. “(Y/N) wait-” you heard Dylan call out after you, but you very pointedly ignored it.
When you finally stopped walking to wipe your eyes, you were already outside of the mall. You looked ahead at the calm, settled ocean outside and screamed into your hands.
By the time Andrew rolled around, you were back in bed, snuggling up with Mr Pickle, your stuffed Teddy, and cleaning out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s.
“I thought I told you to meet me at the club,” he said, walking through the doors. You looked up at him and immediately he was at your side. “What happened?”
“Ran into Dylan today.” You said, voice sounding bitter. “Had a lovely little chat.” Andrew didn’t say anything; he simply wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in close.
You clutched onto him like a lifeline and began sobbing into his shirt. Andrew stiffened. “Imma kill the bastard.” He promised, tucking you in closer and gently drawing circles on the small of your back.
“I- I’m sorry,” You said, face still buried into his chest. “I’m being stupid. Haven’t seen the guy in three years and the first thing I do is make a sodding fool of myself.”
“Hey, shh,” Andrew cooed gently. “Come on love, don’t say that. You panicked.” He pulled back, wiping the tears under your eyes with his thumbs. “It’s okay now. You’re here, and safe and you never have to see the bloody moron again. Understand?”
You nodded quietly, and Andrew pulled himself completely on the bed. You shifted so that your limbs could entwine and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
Suddenly, you remembered why he was here in the first place.
“The club.” You said, sitting up. Andrew laughed.
“We’re not going.” He said and you gave him an odd look. “Not with you so heartbroken.”
You thought about it for a minute, remembering that you only had tonight and tomorrow morning left to spend with Andrew before he left for the Oscar’s. “I wanna.” You said. “I want to go, to get my mind off of things.”
He looked hesitant. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Come on.” You said. “This is your last and only day here, and I know you’ve spent all of it sight seeing. One last stop before tomorrow night.”
He watched you with a careful expression before sighing and nodding. Untangling himself from your cuddle, he stood at full length and helped you up.
“Go on then.” He said. “Get dressed.”
You shot him a scandalized look, pretending that you hadn’t been crying moments ago. “With you standing right there?” He grinned, but you could still see the hesitance in his eyes.
“Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before.” You gasped loudly and he chuckled. “Okay, I’m going. Hurry up.”
He left and you paused, wondering what to wear for the evening. Quickly, you eyes the Victoria’s Secret shopping bag with the Gucci one next to it. Well, a girl could always use a pick up.
Less than twenty minutes later you were dressed and looking gorgeous. You had on a tight, black dress that showed just the right amount of skin, with a set of sexy red VS underneath (for a bit of a confidence boost, you told yourself)
“Damn.” Andrew said when he saw you. He had straightened out his shirt and, now that you took the time to notice, looked absolutely delectable. “I should fuck you against the wall right now.”
Heat flushed over your face. “Maybe later, gorgeous.” You said, grabbing a clutch and bending down to pick up your wallet, knowing that it gave you friend a full view of your ass. “Let’s go.”
Andrew licked his lips but nodded nevertheless. The two of you set off to The Era and made it there within a few minutes. Immediately, Andrew led you to the front of the queue where you were let in, no questions asked.
The place was booming and full. The loud bass echoed in you ear as Andrew sat you down at the bar and ordered two shots of Tequila. Lights flashed purple and pink and blue, and you saw the way your teal heels glowed in the blue light of the club.
“This place looks awesome.” You told your friend as he handed you a shot. The two of you quickly drowned it.
“It’s supposed to be.” He yelled back over the loud music. “Dance with me.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be meeting your friends here?” You asked, and he smiled cheekily.
“Well, they’re not nearly as gorgeous as you.”
You grinned and stood, making your way to the dance floor and swaying your hips the way you knew he like it. Andrew laughed, but when he came up to you, his eyes were filled with lust.
You danced to the rhythm smoothly, loving the way your hips moved with his. Over the course of the next few hours, you had more and more to drink and soon you were on the dance floor once more, but it wasn’t with Andy.
“Wanna go back to my place?” The guy you were dancing with (James? Alex?) asked in a sultry voice. You grinned at him.
“No.” You giggled, completely pissed “I’m not supposed to go home with strangers.”
“Well I’m sure we can make an exception.” He said and suddenly his hands were roughly grabbing your ass as he made a dive for your lips. You protested against his mouth, but he either didn’t hear you or didn’t care as his tongue tried to pass your lips.
Suddenly, he was being pulled off you and your racing heart plummeted. “Fuck off.” A voice said, and fear filled your heart as a second man stood in front of you. You made a move to step back, to get away as quick as possible, but the man was faster.
He estimated your moves and quickly grabbed a hold of you, almost pushing you away from the crowd of people. You struggled against him, but he was too strong and held on to you too tightly as he pushed out of the back door of a club.
You blinked, doing your best to slow down your heart rate and have a rational thought. Your mind began to swin as you looked around, realizing that you were now in a back alley. You needed to get out, now.
“Are you okay?”
You jumped, both from the unexpected question and the hand that now gently rested on your back. In the light of the alley way, you could now see the face of your attacker and let out a sigh of relief.
“Dylan.” You said, as if to confirm that he was real. With a drop of your head, you took a deep breath. “It- it’s you. You. I’m- it’s you.” The panic began to slowly leave your body as you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up whole.
“(Y/N),” he placed a warm hand on your bare arm and suddenly, you realized just how cold it was. “What were you-” he cut himself off, seemingly thinking better than to ask. “Come on. Let’s get you home, okay?”
You nodded, eyes glued to your feet. You felt completely ashamed of yourself, and as your sobriety returned, so did your disgrace. The reality of the situation hit you hard, and you wished nothing more than to disappear, or maybe get hit by a bus.
“Did you come here yourself?” Dylan asked, his voice gently. Your head began to each and you didn’t meet his eyes when you answered.
“With Andrew.” You said simply. Dylan took a deep breath, and finally you looked up to see a mixture of anger and hesitance and, most dominantly, fear in his brown eyes.
“Where is he now?” You shrugged, but you were pretty sure he’d run away to get his rocks off with some red headed girl. “Forget it. You can text him. I’ll drive.”
You nodded and Dylan lead you back into the club. You couldn’t help yourself; quickly, you reached for his hand and gripped it tight, making your way through the crowd. The only indication that he’d even noticed was a small moment of hesitance before he carried on.
The drive to the hotel was deadly silent. You barely raised your head, too ashamed of what happened to say a word. Dylan had opened his mouth to say something twice, but nothing came out.
“One & Only.” Dylan announced when the car came to a stop. “Someone told me it’s really amazing.”
You looked up, opening your mouth to thank him before realizing something. “Shit.” You said instead and Dylan raised a brow.
“Not that.” A flush covered your face. “I left my bag at the club. I- I’ve got my phone, but my key card was in there. They’re gonna give me hell at the front desk.”
You promptly clamped your mouth shut. “Fuck it. I’m so sorry about all of this. I- I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there tonight. So, um thanks.”
Quickly, you made a move for the handle of the door but Dylan’s voice stopped you. “Wait.” He said and you turned to look at him. He looked uncertain, but there was no lie in his voice when he spoke. “You’ve had a shit night and I’m sure you don’t want to deal with more drama. You can stay at my hotel tonight. Deal with all this tomorrow.”
'I don’t want your pity’ you wanted to snap, but honestly the thought of having a warm bed to crawl in to was far more comforting. “Thank you.” You said instead, and Dylan started up the car again.
The drive to his hotel is spent in silence as well, but it felt a lot less tense.
“What were you doing?” Dylan finally asked, five minutes into the drive. You sighed, looking out the window. “I’m serious (Y/N). I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Well, I guess a lot can change in five fucking years.” You snapped, then immediately felt guilty for it and sealed your mouth. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”
After a beat, Dyaln spoke again. “I’m sorry. I’m being a dick.” He said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “It’s just,- God the way that guy was looking at you. I thought he was gonna strip you down and fuck you raw right then and there.” You grinned in spite of yourself, and pretended to not hear Dylan’s quiet mumble of 'That’s what I would’ve done’.
A laugh left your lips. “First day here and I’m already making stories to tell my grandkids one day.”
“You’re gonna tell your grandkids that?” He asked in a mock horrified voice. You laughed again.
“Yeah.” You grinned. “Gotta tell them how not to fuck up. All the shit they shouldn’t do coz they’re gonna regret it a couple years down the road.”
Dylan smiled, but it was a little sad. “We all do stupid shit that we regret.”
The two of you fell into silence once more, only now you were both lost in deep thought. You’d give anything, you thought, to take a look at what was happening inside that pretty little head of his right now.
A few minutes later, Dylan pulled up into a parking space. You didn’t recognize the hotel, but it had a beautiful view of Table Mountain, which was currently glowing with the city lights. He saw the way your eyes stared and laughed.
“Yeah, pretty much the only reason I picked this place.” He got out of the car and you followed, keeping close by. Once you two had gotten into the lobby, you took off your heels and padded with bare feet to the elevator and into Dylan’s suit.
“You can take the bed.” He told you, taking off his shoes and popping his shoulders.
“No, it’s fine.” You said, switching your phone on to see a couple of messages from Andrew. Ignoring them for the time being, you walked over to the couch. “I’m good here.” You we’re sure that you would pass out the moment your head hit the pillow, but Dylan’s laugh stopped you from doing so.
“You’re gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.” He said gently and you sat up. “Take the bed.” He motioned with his head to a door on the wall next to the balcony. “I’ll get you some water and aspirin and then you can pass out, then it won’t be as bad in the morning.”
Your mouth opened to argue, but Dylan was already at the small kitchenette and you didn’t have the energy to speak loudly, your throat already burning from the too strong tequila. Instead, you stood and stretched and made you way to the bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, you allowed the events of the last six hours to pour over you. The longer you thought about it, the more embarrassed you felt. Honestly, you stopped speaking to Dylan entirely more than three years ago, when he said that he didn’t feel right talking to his ex while being so serious about another girl. To show up now, completely pissed and sleep in his bed was a testament to how utterly fucked up the last few months of your life had been.
You almost stood to call an Uber, but the door opened before you could. “Here.” Dylan walked up to you with a glass and two pills in his hands. “You’ll feel better in the morning,” he paused. “Or at least better than you would have.”
A grateful smile stitched itself onto your face. “Thank you.” You said, and really really meant it. It had been a long time since you had felt this taken cared of, this much at home. Dylan smiled down at you, staring into the depths of your eyes.
A long moment passed before he looked away.
“Um,” he walked across the room to where a set of bags sat, still packed. You wondered how long he’d been here. He dug into the bag and came back up with a white T-shirt which he tossed at you. “That’s probably more comfortable, than well-” he raked his eyes down your form and you blushed gently.
“Thanks.” Your head was ducked so you missed the way his eyes darkened.
“I’ll just- um,” he made a gesture to the door then pretty much ran out of it. You laughed gently, reaching behind you dress to pull the zipper off and walking to the mirror.
By some will of God your makeup had remained mostly in place. You dropped the black dress and smiled slightly, remembering how sexy you had felt when you first put on the lacey red bra and panties.
“I forgot to get a pillow-”
You spun around at the sound of Dylan’s voice, arms reaching up to cover yourself on instinct. The dark haired boy stood halfway in the door frame, apparently frozen and staring at your body.
There was a moments hesitation, where uncertainty hung in the air and neither of you knew what to do. It was only a moment.
“Ah, fuck it.”
Dylan crossed the room in three quick strides and was in front of you a second later. His hands cupped your jaw and titled your head up, lips meeting in a frantic kiss.
You arms wrapped themselves around us shoulders, pulling him closer as his mouth devoured your own. You moaned softly against him and felt the shudder that hit his body at the sound. You filled with pride, knowing that you could still get that reaction out of him.
“Wait.” You breathed, pulling back. Dylan looked at you with concern. “You have a girlfriend.”
He looked sheepish. “Yeah, I might have lied a bit.” You chuckled slightly at his confession, and Dylan smiled slightly. “Do you wanna stop?” He asked, and despite the lust in his eyes, you knew that he was being serious.
“Don’t you dare.” You warned, reconnecting your lips with a kiss more feverant than the last. Dylan chuckled slightly, but met you kiss for kiss as his hands began to trail down your body.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, eyes still closed. You felt his hands reached behind you as he unclasped your bra, kissing down your neck. The fabric fell down your arms, and you were sure Dyaln did something to it but you didn’t care.
His hands began fondling you. He gently caressed the soft skin of your supple breasts, as you arched into him. He cupped you firmly, a thumb running over you nipple, which had been hard from the cold air as well as the heat.
“Well that’s hardly fair.” You said, tugging at his shirt. Dylan got the message and pulled back, striping down completely before you pulling you back in, pushing a knee between your legs.
You moaned loudly. “Better?” He asked, hands moving to your thighs. You brought his lips back to your and kissed him passionately as he squeezed your ass and pulled you forward. You got the message, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist while he carried you to the bed.
His tongue battled with yours for dominance which you happily surrendered as he explored your mouth, his body moving against yours. You reach a hand between your bodies and found his cock.
Wrapping your fingers around his member, you began to pump him quickly, running your finger over the slit. Dylan moaned and pulled away. “If you don’t stop, this is gonna be a really shitty night for you.”
You laughed slightly. “Then what are you waiting for?” Dylan grinned, reaching to the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. He tore the packet with his teeth, *fuck* and rolled the rubber down his length. You watch with a watering mouth.
“I wanna blow you.” You said. “But later.” Dylan moaned at your words and leaned down again to kiss you. He positioned himself at your entrance and nibbled on your jaw as he pushed in.
You moaned, your nails digging into his back. Dylan let out a gruff chuckle. “God, how are you so fucking tight?” He asked, pulling back almost completely before thrusting in again, hard.
“Oh,” You breathed, hands find his jaw and stroking it gently as you pulled him down for another kiss. His hands were on either side of your head as he kissed you passionately, and you moaned desperatly, wanting more.
Dylan didn’t move.
“Please.” You begged, pulling away for air. Dylan smirked down at you.
“Please what?” He asked teasingly. You groaned softly.
“Please fuck me.” He chuckled, pulling out and thrusting in, slowly.
“Like that?” He asked, his voice deep and raspy. You wanted to scream. He sounded so smooth and sexy, and looking at you with that smug little smirk on his face, you knew you wouldn’t last long.
“Harder. Faster.” You begged, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and dragging them down. Dylan moaned, and you loved the feeling of his hard, thick muscles under your hands.
Suddenly, he pulled out and began slamming in to you, his pace quick and brutal. You let out a screaming moan as Dylan’s hips slammed against the inside of your thighs.
“Oh God, Dyl!” You moaned, clutching on to him for dear life. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
“So beautiful.” He said softly. “Laying there, holding onto to me so tight. So wet for me, baby.” He moaned, thrusting in harder.
He reached a hand between your bodies and pressed a thumb to your clit, not letting up at all on his brutal pace. You lasted two seconds before you came with his name on your tongue and his hands in your hair.
With a rushed warning, he followed you over the edge one, two, three thrusts later, spilling into the condom and laying over you. He supported his weight on him forearms, as not to crush you, as he looked down at you with something akin to love in his eyes.
For a long while the two of you stayed like that, basking in the glory of afterglow. You stared up at him, remembering, wondering how you’d given it up the first time.
“I never thought I’d hear you say my name like that again.” He admitted, leaning down and kissing your parted lips. You smiled into it.
“Never thought I’d say it, either.” He smiled, pulling out of you and getting up. He walked to the bathroom and got rid of the condom, coming back with a wet towel which he placed delicately between your legs.
Your hips moved up at the touch. He chuckled slightly, cleaning you up and putting the towel back. “I was a bit brutal,” he admitted, joining you in bed, and pulling you close.
“I loved it.” You assured him, tucking yourself into his chest. Dylan sighed and you could feel the tension draining out of him.
“Dylan” you said softly. “Promise me this isn’t gonna be it.”
“I promise.” He didn’t even hesitate. “And you, promise me this isn’t gonna be one of those things we all do that we regret.”
Hello! My name is Dylan and I’m a voice actor and creator of original and fan voice creations (as evidence by a majority of my voice acting page).
I am currently saving up money for an eventual move so that I may more actively pursue my acting/voice acting career. I am in between jobs at the moment, but would like to continue my saving up! Thus, I decided I would really love to open up commissions so that I may make a little money doing what I love as well as providing you all with fun content (which I also love so I admit I am getting quite a bit out of this)!
I am willing to upload all commissions to my blog as well as send them to you should you so choose to have them shared publicly. If not, they will be directly sent to you without being posted!
To get a feel for my work and a small sampling of the characters I can do, please feel free to visit my voice acting page here! —> (x)
ON TO WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER!
Ringtones/Personal Messages/Short Character Impressions - $3 Base Price *
Short voice work here will be considered around a minute in length. All these works can be extended beyond this time with an additional $1 more for each extra 30 seconds. Additionally, added effects (sound, music, etc.) can also be requested for an additional $1 for each added effect!
I will need you to send me exactly what you would like me to say in the above types of commissions. If you would like me to write/come up with them myself, I will need to ask for an additional $2.
Character impression requests are not limited to what can be found on my voice acting page. I will do my utmost best to impersonate any character requested. If the impression is not up to standard, we may discuss an alternative request or I will offer a refund on the recording!
Character Dialogue/Banter/Scripts - $5 Base Price
Imagine Dragon Age style banter if you will! Or really any sort of exchange between characters. This is primarily a commission consisting of two characters interacting. Additional characters can be requested at $1 for every extra character.
Narrations - $10 Base Price *
Narrations include various requests including poetry/letters/comics/dramatic readings/paragraphs from novels and fanfic/etc. Additional length to narrations can be requested and pricing will be dependant on how much more is requested. Example: Additional paragraphs from novels/fanfic/etc. will be $2 per paragraph.
Should any of these readings be requested to be read in the voice of a particular character (or a character speaks in said paragraph and a specific voice is required) an additional $2 per character will be included. This, however, does not mean it will be an extra $2 per paragraph that the character appears in, simply just the $2 per character for the whole piece.
Advertisements - $15 Base Price
Needing a voiced advertisement for your blog/website/business/etc.? I am willing to record an advert for you! Details on the tone and atmosphere of your desired advertisement can be worked out privately. An additional $2 will be added if music or effects are requested to be included. I may request to know how many locations you will be planning on using this advertisement and will request $5 for each one.
FanFiction/Extended Length Recordings - $20
This is similar to the Narration commissions above but involves greater length recordings. With these commissions I will read a chapter from a Fanfic of your choosing. Same additional pricing applies here when it comes to character voices and requested effects. Additional chapters can be requested at $10 per extra chapter.
* - Requests can also be made to voice tumblr posts or anything similar. I’ve included this in both the Short Voice Work and Narrations sections because it will largely be based on length and time needed. If you would like such requests to be uploaded to my tumblr, you must seek permission from the original poster and if they give you the okay, provide me with their url and a link to their original post so I may credit them in the upload.
Stuff I will record:
Anything mentioned above, as well as content and voice work I have failed to include in my commissions pricing (if you request something not listed, we can discuss pricing together)!
I am open to voicing NSFW content. To what extent of such content will need to be discussed and agreed upon before payment and recording. If you really want a certain piece to be recorded that I have expressed hesitancy recording, we may discuss how to best reach a middle ground for your request.
Stuff I won’t record:
Offensive material (Content that expresses any sort of problematic attitudes towards groups of people/characters/etc).
Graphic and explicit sexual content.
Abusive and traumatic material.
Graphic/Disturbing violence or scenarios (However, death/dying/battle scenes are okay depending on the content).
Paypal only, all prices in USD Refunds will be available up until your commission is recorded and delivered to you.
How do I request a commission?
Send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org with the type of commission in the subject and your request.
I will need specifics! So please include as much information about your request as you can! If you are requesting Short Voice Work commissions, I will need exactly what you want me to say in your request.
If you have any other questions, please feel free to either message me via tumblr or send me an email! I’d be happy to answer any questions you have!
Beyond that, I’d just ask you reblog and signal boost this even if you don’t plan to request any commissions. I am really excited to start providing voice work for you all!
Anger: (aNGɡər/noun): a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.
Ella turned in bed, a groan leaving her lips as the sun streamed into her room. She wrapped her arm around her pillow bringing it over her face. Her head was killing her but it wasn’t too bad. Her black dress from last night still hugging her body. She heard another groan and she peeked out to see her roommate laying in her own bed, forcing herself to sit up.
"I think I’m gonna puke,“ the red haired girl stated, she stands opening the door to their suite, running down the small hall and pounding on the bathroom door, their third roommate opens it and she pushed her out of the way, heading towards the toilet.
"Hi Ella,” the bed sinks by her feet and she sees Jasmine, the brunette has her hair pulled back and a smile on her face as she holds out a glass of water and Advil, “Tracy is making breakfast-well lunch at this point it’s almost one."
Ella sits up, taking the glass and medicine from her, "I’m never drinking again,” she says, “how are you not hungover?"
"I know my limit,” Jasmine laughs, “Ambers in the bathroom now but you should probably jump in after her, you stink."
Ella laughs, "sorry,” she says, “do you know where my phone is?”
"In the common room charging, Jack spent the night and helped get all of us to bed,“ she says, proud of her boyfriend.
"He’s such a sweet guy,” Ella says to her, “you’re really lucky.”
"I know,“ the brown eyed girl smiled back at Ella, she pats her leg and stands, "any way’s I’m going to eat and then head to the library.”
"Okay, I might join you later,“ Ella says.
She tosses her head back on her pillows, trying to rest. After a while her stomach rumbles and she makes her way to the kitchen where Jasmine stands with Jack and Tracy. Pancakes are sitting on the table and Ella smiled, grabbing a plate.
"So are you going to tell us about Harry or no?” Tracy asked, breaking the silence,
“He’s nice,” Ella shrugs, grabbing the syrup, but her cheeks where pink.
She couldn’t lie to herself. The ten minutes she spent laying in bed she had thought about him. She had thought about the night they spent talking, she could remember bits and pieces but each of them where nice. The sound of his laugh still lingered in her head.
"Harry Styles? Nice?“ Jack scoffed, a frown on his face, "clearly you were more drunk than you thought."
"Don’t be rude,” Ella points her fork at him, “he was nothing but a gentleman."
Jack rolled his baby blue eyes, shoving a forkful of pancakes in his mouth, "that guys is nothing but bad news,” he says through his mouthful.
Ella rolled her eyes, “clearly we are thinking of different people, but it doesn’t matter because nothing happened,” she assured everyone.
"Clearly,“ Jack huffs.
"Shower is all clear,” Amber says walking in, a robe hugging her body as she grabs a plate, “how long have you been here?” she asked Jack.
"Since last night,“ he says.
"God, you should start paying rent,” she says.
"Shut up,“ Jack rolled his eyes at his sister.
Ella rolled her eyes at the two bickering, she stood grabbing the empty plate and heading towards the sink, "are we doing groceries this week or just swiping into the dining hall?” she asked them, turning on the sink and letting the water run for a second.
She peeked up at them, from her spot she had a clear view of the table where they all sat.
Her roommates all looked at each other, “let’s just swipe in,” Tracy answered.
Once Ella finished the dishes she walked over to the counter where the phones were plugged in, “her Jack where’s my phone?” she called, not seeing it on the table.
"All the phones I found are charging,“ Jack shrugged.
Ella sighed, "I must have left it at the bar, I’ll have to stop bye before work.”
Harry pushed open the door to the bar, it was empty as it should be at three in the afternoon. He saw Kylie, the other bartender leaning over the counter, her phone in her hand as she mindlessly scrolled through it. She peeked up over the phone and then back down. There was no point in talking to Harry. She had tried ever since the day she started working here, but he was nothing but rude.
Harry made his way to the back, punching in and grabbing the black apron, folding it in half and tying it around his waist. He walked back out and Kylie stood, “there was a phone found, some girl called she should be in later to pick it up,” Kylie informs him, she lets her lose black hair fall down to her shoulders.
Harry hated working at the bar, he hated most things. But he hated the bar the most. He hated serving people and he hated the pricks who walked in here half the time. He rolled his eyes seeing Dylan walks in, Oliver trailing behind. He bit his lower lip as the familiar black haired girl followed behind them, her brown eyes on Harry and her red painted lips in a smirk.
"What is she doing here?“ Harry spat, as the three took a seat.
"Oh come one Harry, lighten up, just wanted some food,” the girl says.
"Dani spent the night,“ Dylan smirked, "we had a fun night.”
"The three of you?“ Harry raised an eyebrow.
Oliver nodded, "the three of us.”
"You’re so welcoming Dani,“ Harry says.
She shrugs, her hand going to his arm but he pulls away. His cold eyes sending her a glare, "don’t fucking touch me,” he snapped.
Dani’s lips form into a fake pout, “why am I not as good as that bitch from last night?” she says.
"Don’t fucking call her that,“ Harry seethed, his hands forming into a fist as he tried to remain cool.
"Call her what? A bitch? Dylan here said she seemed like one of those too good for you type of chicks,” Dani says, pointing her slim finger at the blue haired man.
Dylan shrugs, “she did. Seemed like a flat out whore but only gives it to dudes who have money,” Dylan says.
Harry’s fist lifts and comes in contact with Dylan’s face. Dani laughs, stepping back as Harry walks around the counter, grabbing Dylan by the shoulders. Dylan’s heart rate started to increase and his hands started to shake, “I already fucking warned you to not say shit about her,” Harry seethed, breathing heavily as he tried to keep his cool.
"Why not she’s not worth shit Harry, you don’t even know her,“ Dylan says.
Harry slammed him down on the ground towering over him, ”stop it!“ he heard a voice shriek as he kept hitting Dylan.
”Stop it!“ Ella’s voice rang in the room and he stopped, blood on his knuckles as Dylan gripped his nose.
Harry still kept a tight hold on Dylan’s blue now covered in blood shirt. He looked over his shoulder to see Ella standing there, her eyes wide as looked at the two. She rushed over kneeling next to Dylan, "are you okay?” she asked him, her voice soft and tone full of worry.
“Fuck off,” Dylan spits, some of the blood landing on her blue scrubs and she’s taken back.
Harry’s fist tightening on his shirt, “don’t fucking talk to her like that."
"Let him go,” Ella’s voice is firm and she grabs Harry’s wrist, pulling it off.
Dylan scrambles to stand but once he does he walks past Ella, his shoulder shoving her slightly.
Oliver and Dani stand, “I don’t see it,” Dani says to Harry, “not your type.”
"I’m sorry,“ Harry says.
"Your hand,” she says, grabbing it, “is that your blood or his?"
Ella frowns, her eyes full of disappointment, “well are you okay?” she asked, “your hand is going to be bruised-"
"I’m fine,” he cuts her off, his voice is sharp.
"Sorry,“ she mumbled, "can I have my phone? I left it here last night."
Harry walks behind the counter, turning on the sink and washing his hands. He knows she’s right, the bruise will appear later on. He dries his hand, opening the drawer to see the iPhone in the white and black case. He picks it up, handing it to her.
"Thank you,” she says, turning it on. Ella tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, her grey eyes warming at the sight of him, “you never answered. Are you okay?"
"I’m fine,” Harry says, a softer tone and warmer eyes appear on him, “’m sorry I snapped."
"It’s okay,” she assures him.
She bites her lower lip looking at the ground, “do you want to talk about it?” she asked.
"You’ll laugh,“ Harry says, "or think I’m insane.”
“Try me,” Ella says, pulling back a black stool and sitting on it, she sets her bag down and places her hands on the counter.
“He was being rude,” Harry says.
“My boss is rude does that mean you would beat him up?” She teased.
Ella rolled her eyes, “seriously what happened?” she asked.
"He just said some stuff about you that I didn’t like,“ Harry says, grabbing an empty glass and filling it up with some whiskey.
"About me?” Ella’s eyes widen, she’s taken back. The last thing she expected was walking into a bar to see Harry beating someone to a pulp because of her.
“I told you it was stupid,” he whispered.
Ella touches his hand; her touch is nice. Harry liked it, it made him feel slightly calmer. She gives him a light smile, “it was stupid,” she tells him, “but it was also really nice of you. But next time if someone says something mean about them don’t do anything, please."
Harry sighed, "please,” she repeats.
Her phone goes off and she takes her hand back, looking at it, “I’ve got to go, I have work,” she says, “will I get to see you again?”
Harry’s taken back.
He expected her to run away after what she had just seen, “we could get dinner tonight? Or even better do you want to come over? My roommates are all going out, we could make dinner,” she smiled.
“Uh, yeah sure,” he says.
“Great I’ll text you,” she smiled, leaning over the counter and kissing his cheek, “thank you Harry.”
Ok so we got some Dylan Strome love here! The Erie Otters
won the OHL Championship the other day so it worked out perfectly for this. I
don’t know how I feel about it, but let me know what you guys think! Enjoy!
@starrygirl2014 Request: I love love love your writing! Could you write
something about Dylan strome possibly? 😍💕