Dylan O'Brien Short Stories

Dylan || • smut/cute

This imagine has DDLG content, if that makes you uncomfortable please skip!

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"Dylan O'Brien everyone! Thank you for coming!"

Y/N watched on the screen as her boyfriend smiled, waving as he walked off the set of the famous talk show. He had been anxiously dreading this interview, as he did with most. He's a very reserved person, he likes to keep to himself and he hates being asked lots of questions. Y/N found it kind of ironic, seeing as his job quite literally required him to promote himself. He's a very outgoing person, he just doesn't like sharing his personal business, which was something that people liked to ask him about. But he balances it so well and Y/N couldn't help but feel proud of him. She stood in the dressing room, playing with the bottom of her frilly pink skirt, one that Dylan had picked out for her that morning, anxiously awaiting his re-arrival. She knew it would take him a couple of minutes to make his way here, being the social butterfly he was he always liked to thank the set of whatever appearance he made before returning. She took the time to tidy up the room a little, placing his bag on the desk. She swept up the crumbs he spilled this morning as he stuffed his face with not one, but two breakfast sandwiches. If it was one thing he could do, it was eat. Once she was satisfied with her mission, she plopped back down on the couch, leaning her head back on the pillow as she felt her eyes flutter shut.

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Dylan ran through the halls as quickly as he could, anxious to get back to his little girl. He hadn't told anyone really, besides a select few, about his "special feelings" they liked to call it. Neither was sure what to identify it with exactly, but what they knew was that Y/N was Dylan's little girl, and he would do anything to protect her. They were friends for a long time, pretty much before Dylan began filming Teen Wolf, and she was always by his side. Her innocent Y/E/C eyes always staring up at him, watching his every move. At first Y/N wasn't sure what to make of her feelings. She knew he was an attractive man, and sometimes she felt that she was too innocent for Dylan. But Dylan loved it, he thrived on the thought of the small girl by his side, and he couldn't help but fall in love with her. He felt she was the most beautiful thing in the world, her Y/E/C eyes were always wide with admiration, innocence shining through them. Her Y/H/C hair was long, always tickling her hips whenever she wore it down. Dylan liked it when she wore her hair down, and recently she had been. But when they first met, her hair was always up in a bun, twisted on top of her small head. He loved how astute she always looked, but he knew that wasn't how she saw herself. Finally one day, after Dylan had finished filming and was to be on a short recess, he asked her out for coffee. Y/N was nervous, she had only had one boyfriend before and the way that had ended had left the small girl very scared. Dylan gave her a reassuring smile and rested his hand on the back of her arm as he usually did as she looked up at him. Her straight white teeth caught her plump pink bottom lip between them as she blushed and nodded quietly. The rest was history.

"Princess i'm so sorry I-" Dylan began as he opened the door, but once his eyes adjusted to the sight in front of him he smiled. His beautiful girlfriend of many years was fast asleep, curled up onto the couch in the small room. He could feel how cold she was from where he stood, her body only being covered by her small white top and small pink skirt. Her feet were covered with white ballerina flats, the strings tied up her legs. He took a moment to admire how soft and innocent she looked, cuddled into his teddy bear. Dylan had forgotten about that bear, it being something he had as a child, and when he brought Y/N to meet his mom officially as his girlfriend, she had brought it out for him. That night he gave it to her, and it hasn't left her side since. He walked over quietly, quickly unbuttoning his dress shirt and placing it in the bag, careful not to wake his sleeping angel. He slipped on the t-shirt Y/N had left out for him as well as his favorite flannel, and he zipped his bag up. He put his backpack on, and quietly placed a kiss to the sleeping girl's forehead.