you and me both dylan


So, I was feeling a little upset and decided to watch some Dylan videos (since he always makes me feel better) when I came across this.

This man is honestly amazing. I’ve seen a few of these videos before, but he will never cease to impress me with the things he says and does. He’s so effortlessly inspiring and the way he speaks about different topics just makes me respect him even more.

He’ll never see this, but thank you Dylan for coming out of your comfort zone, not only when speaking at events like these but also acting in general. The things you do give me the motivation and strength that I need to help me get through my day, and I can’t explain the impact that has had on my life over the past few years. Your kindness, generosity and humbleness are only a few of your best traits, amongst a long list of many others.

It’s 2am and I’m getting too emotional now, but I feel the need to point out that everyone should strive to be as down to earth as this man is, and that even though he has gone through hell and back after this event, he still possesses those same qualities today.

If anyone is feeling down or just needs a boost of motivation, I highly recommend watching this. ❤️❤️

the ghost of you (dylan/eric)

Words: 2640

Trigger Warnings: idk i cant think of any???

Request: Hiya! Would you do a imagine where it’s 2017 and the reader is a teenager going to columbine, and lives in one of their old houses, and doesn’t really pay attention, but the ghost of Eric and Dylan see her and fall in love? I know it’s a weird request but please consider????💘💘💘💘love ur account!!

A/N: fukc this is so badddddd im soRRY!!!!

You crashed onto your bed, sighing angrily and chewing gum.

“I hate this fucking house mom! Go choke!” You shouted cheerily at your mom, who rolled her eyes in the doorway.

“You’ll learn to love it, m’kay?”

“No, fuck you mom! Literally suck on a chode!” You smiled, flipping her off as she left the room. With a snarl on your face, you pulled out your phone from your pocket, flipping on your stomach and opening up snapchat.

Your friend had messaged you, which you hadn’t responded to for three hours. You hadn’t responded to anybody for three hours, you were to busy bitching in the car about how much you hated moving and how you would rather kill yourself than move to fucking Colorado.

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Call Me Daddy

Request: “How do you feel about writing a daddy kink Dylan O'Brien Smut. :) x”

To answer your question. i would love to write daddy kink dylan bc woooo its hot ;)))

Also my laptop is kinda wreck, so im posting from mobile so please, i am so sorry if this is so shit.

“Y/N, I’m home!” You heard Dylan call from downstairs. You jumped in a little in suprise because you weren’t expecting him to be home, and it immediatly put a smile onto your face. Within a few minuetes you saw him enter the doorway to your shared bedroom wearing his normal goofy grin as he walked towards the bet and gave you a quick peck to the lips. “You’re home early.” You said glad to have more unexpected time with him. He was always at the studio and any extra time was always appreciated. 

 “Yeah, we wrapped up the episode quickly so they let us leave early. Since im back, do you want to go out to a dinner or something?“ He questioned looking at you with that same quirky smile I fell in love with. "Actually im kinda just in the mood to watch a movie and cuddle in bed if its okay with you.” I asked with a hint of suggestion in my voice. He quickly nodded and and jumped into bed with me putting on a movie. We were about half way into the movie when a really rough sex scene came on. I had to admit it was actually begining to turn me on. The femals leader started to call they guy “Daddy” and it was having a bigger effect on me that I would have thought. I glanced over at dylan whose arm was wrapped around my waist and his neck snuggled into my shoulder. He was half asleep and I knew he must have been exhasted, yet i couldn’t get rid if the growing tension inbetween my legs. 

Slowly I tucked my hands underneath the blanket and into the waistband of my black lace panties. Slowly I slid my fingers up and down my slit imagining it was Dylan’s hand instead of mine. After I teased myself a bit, I inserted a finger into me and softly began to moan. It started out with soft whimpers of “Dylan, Oh Dylan” but quickly turned into “Daddy” as i picked up pace. I was on the verge of getting myself to the edge when i felt a hand cup my heat over the blanket, stopping all movement. I looked over to seeing Dylan’s eyes boring into mine as they drew darker. “What did you just say, Baby girl?” He let out in a low deep whisper that made me wetter just hearing it. “I-I said Dylan, I just didn’t want to wake you baby.” I stutterer back as I felt him move closer while pulling out my hand and replacing it with his own. “You know, Princess, you really shouldn’t lie to me.” He spoke with an authority in his voice as he quickly inserted two fingers causeing me to let out a deep moan. 

 "Me and you both know that you weren’t moaning Dylan. Call me Daddy Baby.“ He continued as he rapidly pushed his fingers in and out if my core while applying pressure to clit with thumb. "Daddy” I let out softly begining to buck my hips into his hand wanting to get to my release faster. He took his other hand and held my hips down into the mattress. “Angel, I’m going to need you to be much louder than that. C'mon beg for it baby. Show me how much you want me.” He growled, moving his fingers faster and adding the come hither motion causing it to make my jolt and write underneath him. “Daddy Please, Daddy faster.” I moaned loudly letting him take over my body as i was teetering in my release. He could feel me clenching around his fingers and started to roll my clit around with his thumb, adding just tge right amount of pressure. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He breathed out and i came loudly and hard onto his fingers. He kept his fingers going trying to ride out my orgasm and when i was finished he let his hand their a moment. 

 I was breathing deeply and was a little embarassed he found about my secret kink. I was about to open my mouth so we could talk about it when he cut me off. “Don’t make a sound princess. Were not finished.” He said with a smirk and a mischevious glint in his eyes. I looked at him confused for a moment when he quickly pulled me out of the covers and onto his lap as he moved towards the bottom of out bed. I had my stomach and my core resting on his grey sweatpants while my ass was raised slightly into the air. 

 "Dylan what are we-“ I was immediatly cut off when i felt a hard smack onto my butt. I let out a moan as i felt a rush if wetness go to my core. "What did I just say baby girl? Not a sound.” He spoke again. His voice was dominant and authoratative yet still had a slight hint if amusement in it. Whenever his rough side came out in bed it was always the best nights of my life but we had never done anything like this before. It was like something straight out of a fantasy i was always to shy to ask for. I was snapped out of my thoughts when another harsh slap hit my bottom. “That is for pleasuring youself while i was in bed next to you.” Slap. “That is for talking when i didn’t give you permission to speak.” He gave me two more slaps and I had to bite my lip to keep from making any noise.

 I was so turned on I tried to rub my legs together to increase the friction. My lace panties were rubbing up against my clit and i was biting diwn on my lip so hard i almost broke the skin. He gave one last slap, that was his hardest yet. “And that was fir calling me Dylan instead of Daddy.” He massaged my now tender ass and pulled me into a sitting postion so I was straddling his thigh. I could feel how hard he was through his sweats and i couldn’t help let out a whimper. His hands grabbed into my hips as he looked into my eyes. 

“Baby girl i am going to wreck you.”

imagine for @loverofsuggs

you and dylan are literally relationship goals and you keep getting made examples of by everyone!

you lay on your sofa with your boyfriend Dylan, something you had little time to do these days. recently you had been away from each other and this one of the first opportunities you had to be together for weeks. the blue tv screen dimly lit up the room and your faces. Tyler, Holland and Shelly all sat around you. you smiled at all of your friends and up at your perfect boyfriend. you laced your fingers in his, he squeezed your hand and smiled down at you.

“hey look what i found” said Tyler sitting up in his seat.

“what is it?”asked Shelly.

“a whole Buzzfeed article dedicated to showing the world how Dylan and (y/n) are relationship goals”he laughed.

you and Dylan looked at each other confused and you both sat up.

“let me see that” said Dylan leaning over and taking the phone from Tyler.

“this is great”laughed Holland sipping the wine in her hand. you laughed and looked at the phone in Dylans hand.

for sure this whole blog was dedicated to you and Dylan. you thought it was adorable.

“oh my god”you laughed falling back on the couch.

“you guys are though”said Shelly.

“we are what?”you asked.

“relationship goals” she answered. you looked at her confused.

“you are. you guys are the best” Holland joined in.

“well we already know that” Dylan joked kissing you on the cheek.

“yeh, you guys are share everything, you help each other through stuff, you support anything each other is doing i wish all relationships were like that” Tyler said.

“its weird”you said as you placed down the plate you had in your hand on the kitchen side.

“whats weird babe?”Dylan asked wrapping his arms around your waist pulling your back into him.

“that people analyse our relationship”you laughed, you thought it was cute that people thought your relationship was successful, which it was but you had never thought of it in the way that they had, it was just a natural thing for you two.

“yeh it is a bit, but it cute”he laughed, his voice rumbling in your ears.

“it is”you said as you turned around in his arms to face him.

he leaned in and kissed you softly, you breathed in his sent and sunk into the familiar and comfortable arms. he pulled away after a few seconds.

“see, relationship goals” he said smiling.

Blind Date; A Dylan Klebold Imagine.

Blind Date with Dylan Klebold; Short Story; For anon

 Warning, there is sex in this Imagine, nothing too graphic but If you do not like sex then please feel free to skip it. Thank you, GodlikeImagines.

Today was the day that you were going on a blind date that your friend (your female friend’s name here) had set up for you. She knows this guy whose best friend was single and has had a hard time getting dates for some reason that was not explained.

You did the normal thing any girl would do on a blind date, take the whole day to get ready. You spend a while in the bath with some candles and bath oils to help you try and relax because you were pretty nervous. You didn’t eat anything too heavy this morning or for lunch because you had no idea where you were going to eat and did not want to have anything mix inside your stomach and make you sick.

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Are You Going to Put this on?

Originally posted by stvlinski

Requested by anonymous:  hi! I am in love with your work. I was wondering if you could maybe write a Dylan O'brien smut where Dylan and the reader have been dating for like a year and it’s the readers first time and she has no clue what to do so Dylan helps her through it and tells her what to do and how to do it? Maybe with some cute fluff at the end? thank you


WORDS: 1086


A/N: requests are closed rn because I have a lot of them so when I finish everything I’ll open again :)

Y/N P.O.V.

“Dylan? Are you home?”

“Yep.” I saw him.


I hugged him and kissed him. I was happy that he was home, he’s always filming but I understand. It’s his job.

“How was your day at work?” He asked.

“Terrible. I can’t understand why my boss hates me. I do everything to make him a little happy! I like this job so much and I don’t want to leave it because of this stupid old man who hates me.”

“I can kill him if you want me to.”

“That’d be great.” I laugh.

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Real - Dylan O’Brien Imagine [Submission]

Submission [ @sun-moon-mantra ], I absolutely love this omg.

Summary; You and Dylan are costars on Teen Wolf and share a screen kiss, but he takes your reaction the wrong way, making you confess something to him…

Word Count; 1679

Dylan’s lips moved against yours while his hand rested in your neck. Your hands rested against his chest because you didn’t really know where else to put them. It had taken you a few seconds at first to even remind yourself to close your eyes – only realizing it was weird that you still had them open when you realized Dylan hadn’t. Now you were both just standing there, kissing each other deeply.

“And… Cut!”

Russell’s voice echoed through the room and Dylan slowly took a step back, breaking the kiss. He smiled at you sheepishly, but you carefully looked the other way.

“That was perfect, guys!” Jeff came up to you with a schedule in his hand. “Now, Dylan, you’re needed on the set of the Sheriff’s office. Linden will be there as well.” Dylan just nodded as Jeff turned towards you. “[Y/N], we’ll see you at eleven for the night shoots.”

You nodded and quickly excused yourself before fleeing off set and into your trailer.


There was a knock on the door of your trailer – which you had not come out of since you fled inside, and wasn’t planning on exiting before you had to get a wardrobe change for the night shoots – but you were too focused on the book that was in your lap to look up, so you just mumbled something that sounded like ‘come in’. The door opened shortly after and a familiar voice filled the small space.

“Hey,” Dylan spoke, making you look up reluctantly.

“Hey,” was all you said before biting your lip and continuing to read in your copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’.

An awkward silence followed and you could sense Dylan shifting from one leg to the other, probably wondering if you were going to say anything else.

Eventually he realized you weren’t, so he walked up to you and sat down on the other side of the couch you were on. “So,” he mumbled, coming up with what was probably the most awkward word to use when breaking a silence, “Harry Potter, eh?”

You nodded and decided to look up, even though you were nervous to meet his eyes. “Yeah,” you answered. Your eyes were looking his way but you weren’t really looking at him yet.

“You know, I played Quidditch once,” Dylan said. He seemed desperate to keep the conversation going, so when you frowned at his words he took it as an opportunity to continue talking, probably to avoid another one of those awkward silences. “It was for a movie. ‘The Internship’, I don’t know if you’ve seen that one.”

“I have!” you said, immediately smiling at him. “You were really good in that movie.”

For some reason Dylan seemed relieved by that comment. “Thanks,” he said, mirroring your smile. “I’m glad there is at least one thing you don’t think I suck at.”

The frown was back on your face and you finally put away the book to fully focus on your conversation with Dylan. “I- I, what?” you stammered, confused. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” Dylan said, but you got the feeling he didn’t quite understand you either. “You don’t have to say it to my face if you don’t want to, but just know that I wouldn’t hate you if you did.”

“Dylan-“ you started to say because you were completely lost by now, but he wouldn’t let you finish.

“I like honesty,” he told you. “I’m all about honesty. So just be honest with me, okay?”

“Dylan, stop,” you said, a bit louder than the volume your conversation had been in so far. It worked, he stopped and seemed to realize you wanted to say something as well. “I’m not trying to spare you. You know I’m really good at being honest when I should have probably squeezed in a little white lie instead. I don’t think you suck at anything, except maybe knowing when to shut up and listen.”

Your last comment earned you a slight smile from Dylan, but it was quickly replaced by confusion. “So you don’t think I’m a terrible kisser?” he asked, so quietly you needed a few seconds to decide if you had heard him right.

Then you understood. He thought you rushed off set earlier because you didn’t want to face him after a bad kiss. Dylan had mistaken your behavior for something completely different. Of course you didn’t think he sucked at kissing. How would you even be able to know what a bad kiss was anyway?

“Dylan.” You broke the silence by speaking his name slowly, tasting both syllables on your tongue as a reminder of the taste in your mouth after your kiss on set.

Or rather, your first kiss ever. Your first real kiss, anyway.

“I didn’t practically run away from you this afternoon because I didn’t know how to tell you you’re a bad kisser,” you reassured him. “Although, I’m not quite sure if I’m qualified to tell you you’re a good kisser either. You see…” You took a deep breath and in a split second you decided to just blurt it out to get it over with. Dylan wasn’t the only one who appreciated honesty.

“That was my first kiss.”

This definitely took Dylan by surprise. You could see it in everything; from his eyes to his raised eyebrows, and from the rest of his facial expression to his entire body language. Though, it was mostly because of the way he stammered: “That… I was y-your first… kiss?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and shrugged. “I’ve kissed guys before,” you explained, “just- not… like that. I mean, a quick kiss on the lips, sure, but never anything more. Not until this afternoon.” It didn’t even feel awkward talking about this with Dylan, to your surprise.

It was silent for a long time after that, but eventually Dylan decided to break that silence. Maybe because it had been killing him as much as it had slowly been starting to kill you.

“I still don’t get it,” he spoke slowly. “What does all of that have to do with you disappearing off set so quickly? Were you embarrassed?”

“No,” you answered immediately. You were sure of that. “I’m not embarrassed for making my own decisions and not letting myself be pushed into something I don’t feel like doing during a date.”

You had been on a couple of dates with a couple of guys before, but those had never really worked out in a way that it had made you want to kiss your date goodnight. Really kiss your date goodnight.

“Then what is it, [Y/N]?” Dylan said, his voice full of confusion. “You have to help me out here, because I really don’t understand.”

You nodded as a sign you understood why he was so confused. Dylan really seemed to be trying to understand, though. He really seemed to want to understand.

“It’s stupid,” you started. “I guess I just always imagined my first kiss, my first actual kiss, to be something special. Like one of those many dreams a teenage girl has in high school when class gets boring and they stop paying attention to what their teacher is saying. Do you know what I mean?” You decided not to wait for an answer since Dylan had obviously never been a daydreaming teenage girl. “As I said, it’s stupid, but a kiss like earlier today was just not how I pictured it when I was younger. Not that I don’t think you’re a good kisser, because as far as I know anything about this whole lip locking phenomenon, I could tell you’re pretty good at it. It’s just that it didn’t mean anything. It was just a scene, you know? Of course you know, you are a way more experienced actor than I am. So then you know that we were just acting, we were pretending to be someone else, and that is not how I pictured my first kiss to be. It’s supposed to be with someone I really like, or maybe even someone I love.”

“Do you like me?”

This time you were the one who was taken by surprise. It was kind of an odd thing for Dylan to ask you after your whole confession. “Did you even listen to what I just said?” you asked him, still taken aback by the sudden change of conversation.

“Yes,” was Dylan’s short answer. “Did you hear what I asked?”


“Yes, you heard what I said, or yes, you like me?”


It was all Dylan needed to get his familiar smile back on his face. “Well, then I suggest we just try this again.”

You both moved closer until you were sitting next to each other on the small couch. Dylan’s hand moved up slowly and he grabbed a strand of your hair between his thumb and index finger before tucking it behind your ear. His eyes never left yours and you didn’t bother to even consider looking away from his beautiful brown orbs. He moved in closer and you both closed your eyes, your hearts beating faster but synchronized to your anticipation.

Then, his lips were back on yours. They moved against each other perfectly and you quickly parted your lips to grant Dylan access to your mouth. He slipped his tongue inside and sped up the pace of the kiss. You followed along, enjoying every second of it.

Dylan’s hands moved to grab yours gently and he pulled at your arms until they hung over his shoulders. You wrapped them around his neck and moved even closer, until you bodies were touching as well. He put his hands at your neck, his thumb reaching up to your cheek to stroke the skin.

Eventually you pulled apart, both having something in your eyes that said you didn’t want the kiss to stop yet. Because you definitely didn’t. It was exactly the way you had pictured it all those times when your mind wandered off back in high school.

Real, and perfect.


This is Joyce’s first imagine, and she’d been askign me to read it and I absolutely loved every single bit of this omg. She was quite nervous I guess? Because this is the first time she wrote ANYTHING and Idk how many times I told her this is great [probably not enogh lmao] but seriously, how good is it?

You can either send me your comments on this, or send them to her at @sun-moon-mantra but I mean I love the heck outta this, it’s so cute and fluffy and just ugh, it’s perfect :))

Do NOT give me any credit for this! I didn’t write any of this! I just read it and gave her feedback, but she is the writer and editor and everything and I love it and I hope you do too! PLEASE send feedback on this, whether it’s to me or her idm, but please do!! :)) [especially bc it’s her first piece and feedback is always great after a first piece to ease the nerves and everything]

anonymous asked:

I hope you have your own TV show someday

you and me both pal
the dylan skellydun show featuring dogs, semi-decent jokes and a harry styles cutout.

The changing kiss - Stiles Stilinki imagine

Title: the changing kiss
Ship: reader x stiles I guess
Warnings: werewolf and kissing??

You’re walking in the hallway. It’s Monday, and it’s the full moon. And you have your period and a bad hair day. What can possibly go more wrong?
You open your locker and take out your math books. When you turn around, you see the only person that can make this day a little better. Your best friend Stiles.
He gives you a big hug.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just have a really bad day. Everything is fucked up.”
“Full moon?”
“More than that…”

The school bell rings and class begins. In math class, you don’t get anything. All they do is talk about limits and formulas and x. The teacher suddenly stops talking, and looks at you.
“Ms. (Y/L/N), could you please answer the question on the board?”
“Uhhm… Right.”
You walk up to the board and see that you actually know the answer. You proudly write it down and return to your seat. When the bell rings, you walk out of class as fast as you can, just so you won’t get more angry because of math.

Stiles meet you at your locker, when you start to feel a little dizzy.
“Hey, (Y/N). You okay? You seem a little weird.”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure? Because you don’t look like that. And your eyes, they’re yellow.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“We’ve got to get you out of here before anyone notices.”
“Okay Stiles, chill. I’m totally and completely fine-”

You can feel how the world around you starts to spin like crazy. You sit down, trying to concentrate. But you feel how you are slowly loosing your consciousness. Stiles screams your name, but it all just feels so distant. And you are getting tired. You just want to sleep…
“(Y/N) stay with me, okay? I’ll take you to the hospital!”


You wake up sweaty but ice cold. You are at the hospital. At least you think you are. You see stiles sleeping on the couch in the hospital room. He says something in his sleep, but you can’t really hear what it is. Because you don’t want to wake him up, you listen with your werewolf hearing. He whispers:

“(Y/N) please wakeup… I… Miss you… A lot… You are my first love, and I love you so much”

And then he starts to sleep quiet again. You freeze, did he love you? Or was that something he just said? You knew that deep down inside of you, you loved him too. You think for yourself what a cute best friend you have, even if you wanted it to be more. You really love him very much.

You feel how something starts to burn inside of you, starting at your hands, down to your stomach, all the way to your toes. Your scream pierce the air and Stiles wakes up with a jump. When he looks at you, you are sitting on the floor, turned into your werewolf form. You look him in his warm, brow eyes, that looks back into your yellow ones.

You can feel your fangs inside your mouth and your claws sticking out instead of nails. Your body is shaking of fear, anger and sadness. All at once. You don’t know where all these feelings come from, but right now you just want to die.

Stiles runs up to you and cups your cheeks with his hands. He lifts up your head to look him in the eyes.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). Everything will be alright.”

You just cry and cry, but sadness soon turns into anger, and then fear.

“S-Stiles I c-can’t take it a-anymore…”
“Shhh… It’s gonna be alright, breath in and out.”

It all just got worse and worse. Stiles looked you in your eyes, where fear was shining through, just like the full moon tonight. He slowly moves closer to you, and kiss you. You kiss passionately back, and forget everything else. The only thing you are focusing on is the heat that burns in your lips from the kiss. You both pull back after air, when you notice that your eyes are back to normal.

Stiles looks at you with a smile on his face and says:

“You have no idea for how long I’ve wanted to do that”
“Me too”
And you both kiss again, forgetting the world around you.