(If it's still open it says it was) can I request a fluff where Dylan's new girlfriend is very beautiful and everyone loves her and naturally Dylan being Dylan is very self conscious. And one day Dylan comes to her house and hears her on the phone with someone bragging about Dylan and saying how much she loves him and just gushing about him and he gets really emotional and happy. I'm so sorry this is so cheesy but you said you had too much smut and this idea was at the back of my head
Usually the sound of his alarm clock going off would make Dylan groan loudly, a few choice curses and lots of banging as his arm flailed about like a fish on land trying to silence the beeping screaming from it.
These days though. Each morning he awoke with a smile. Knowing that he’d get to see you again.
6 months prior he’d finally worked up enough courage to give you that note he’d written and rewritten a thousand times. His heart pounded as he’d slipped the carefully folded paper through the slats of your locker.
That entire day dragged on and on, every second feeling like a minute and ever minute feeling like an hour.
Come final bell he’d practically sprinted to his locker. His fingers trembled slightly as he twisted in his combination. The soft metallic sound echoing in his ear as he slowly opened the door. He thought he’d be sick when he saw sitting onto of his piles of paper and junk, a note, so beautifully folded into almost origami.
In the note was written a AOL screen name along with a winky face and a heart.
That night you both had talked for hours and hours. And the more talked the more Dylan fell for you. Everything about you was perfect. You loathed school just like him, you were a avid NIN and KMFDM fan just like him. Your screen type was beautifully and eloquently worded. Showing him you had brains in that beautiful head of your too.
A few weeks later of talking online and more at school he’d finally asked you out. His shock on his face as you said you’d love to date him causing you to laugh loudly and kiss him on the cheek.
From that moment on his whole outlook on life had changed. Where once he saw a grey prison, sucking his life out of him everyday in a battle of brains vs privilege and brawn now was a paradise in where he could spend most of the day with his love.
It wasn’t always so simple for him though. You were stunning without even needing make up so you ended up with A LOT of attention from other guys. Dylan couldn’t help but feel enraged and possessively jealous when he saw these other guys hit on you. That fact that it happened daily even though every fucking body at school KNEW you two were dating fuelled this rage that he had. But also the poisonous thoughts that he wasn’t good enough for someone like you.
He wasn’t popular, he wasn’t a conformist within the school, he was seen as a outcast to many and also as a shy pushover. The jocks constantly taunted him that they would be banging you by the weeks end or so and so’s party on the weekend. That you only dated him out of pity and would wise up to that mistake quickly.
Each time they berated him with this venom, this poison! It ate away more at his confidence. His happiness struggling to hold on as his mind tried to keep away from that dark place. He feared ever falling into that part of himself again more than anything.
Dylan stretched, yawned and stumbled out of bed. Today was Saturday and he finally had you all to himself once more. He needed this. Most of the previous evening he’d been having arguments with jocks and other bastards from school through AOL about how they were winning! That you were going to leave him this week before prom. That you’d finally realised that no good comes from dating a piece of shit faggot like him.
He pulled on all the clothes you’d said were your favourites of his. As happy as Dylan was, the ball of anxiety rotated constantly in his gut. A constant reminder that what those assholes said and were saying could still come to pass.
With a quick goodbye to his mom, Dylan cranked up his cars stereo and rolled away down his long driveway. Flooring it at the bottom and kicking up the dust. His fingers tapped along to his mix cd. Each song setting off different feeling he had for you.
As smashing pumpkins ‘beautiful’ began to pour from the speakers, he couldn’t help but sing along as he got closer and closer to your house.
“Beautiful, you’re beautiful, as beautiful as the sun
Wonderful, you’re wonderful, as wonderful as they come
And I can’t help but feel attached
To the feelings I can’t even match
With my face pressed up to the glass, wanting you”
He dimmed his volume as he arrived at your house. Your dad answered the door to him, smiling wildly and clapping him on the shoulder.
“Dylan Ma boy! How are you? You here to see y/n”
“Yes sir Mr. Y/l/n”
“Please! For the hundredth time call me y/d/n”
Dylan smiled shyly. He was happy that your parents approved of him. In fact they thought he was a good influence on you after he’d floored you dad during a discussion in filming techniques used in classical movies.
You dad told him you were up in your room and to head on up. He quietly ascended your stairs, listening to your voice softly coming through your half closed door. It became quickly obvious that you were speaking on the phone. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help stop and listen to your conversation.
“No y/f/n I don’t get it either? He’s so lovely to everyone! No I know he’s in the TCM but who cares he still my Dylan!….No fuck Dustin he’s a asshole!”
Dylan’s eyes widened. You were talking to about him your best friend. Who also believe you were too good for him. He swallowed hard and continued listening.
“Yea well your full of shit ya know, how many guys have you dated that actually cared about more than what was in your pants?…..yea exactly! Look Dylan is more than just hot as fuck to me ok?….well that’s your opinion but to me he’s sexy as hell, like literally my dream guy. You say brad pitt I say Dylan klebold!”
Dylan felt his face flush slightly as he heard you say this. He obviously assumed that you were slightly physically attracted to him but not to THAT level.
“Yea well it’s not just his looks y/f/n, it’s the little things ok?….well when I know he’s really focused on what I’m saying he does this cute little grin….well it’s also that he writes the most beautiful poetry for me! I literally feel like a princess in a story book!….no you can’t read it!….because he wrote it for me not you!”
A warm feeling was slowly radiating through Dylan. Here you were, gushing about him to your friend who you knew didn’t like him and you didn’t care what she thought. You weren’t spilling secrets about him to her but defending both your privacy of your relationship.
“Look why can’t you just be happy that I’m happy?….you don’t sound like you are….and how do you know what’s best for me?…..that’s a pretty weak example and you know it y/f/n…..oh my god stop it! You know what? Your just fucking jealous that I’ve found my soul mate and you haven’t!…..bullshit I know I know ok.”
Soul mate?! She thought that way too?!! Dylan felt as if he could float away. Never in his life had he ever felt so loved and wanted until this moment. He coughed loudly and called out your name, trying to make it sound as he had only just arrived.
“Look y/f/n I gotta go….coz he’s here and I wana go kiss and snuggle with my boyfriend!….oh don’t make that sound I had to watch you and mark practically have sex right next to me!…..yea yea talk to you tonight….yea yea love ya too bitch.”
Dylan pushed your door open, a huge smile on his face as he quickly closed the gap, picking you up bridal style as kissing you deeply.
“Whoa, what was that for dyl? Not that I mind though”
Dylan smiled warmly at you, he lowered you to the grown and pulled you into a tight embrace.
“Im just happy that I’m the luckiest man alive to have you y/n and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”