#dylan obrien au

[wildflowerdylan]

BEST FRIENDS

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, drinking, smoking, cursing.

Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.

Julia lived with her longterm girlfriend, Aly. They had this great place in the city that we all would gather monthly for a group party. It was the best way to get everyone to catch up for hours without paying out the ass for booze. Mikey and Olivia came over to my place before the big party to pregame, get ready, and force me to come. Olivia put me in black pants and the tiniest top she could find in my closet while Mikey handed me shot after shot. About two hours later, the three of us arrived at Julia's. 

“Hey!” Aly cheered as she gave each of us a hug individually. “You look stunning!” Aly smiled as she held me a little tighter. “Kamille isn’t here yet.” She pulled away and watched as a weight lifted off my shoulders. I’ve never been so relieved to learn that Dylan wasn’t there. I smiled at the girl and then walked past her to the kitchen to get another drink. I’ve got enough time to be drunk enough to handle dealing with this girl. 

I open their large fridge and pull out a can of whatever is closest and a couple of jello shots. I throw my head back and immediately suck three shots down before cracking open the can in my hands and closing the fridge. I turn and see a tall figure watching me with a smirk, making me jump just enough to spill some of my drink. “God! Why didn’t you say anything!” The man scoffed lightly, “I thought we weren’t talking right now.” I looked at him emotionless. “We aren’t.” Dylan rolls his eyes for a second, “I thought you’d be happy that Kamille isn’t here.” I turned to face him again after trying my best to leave the kitchen without any more words. “I am happy. I’m ecstatic, even! Because now I don’t have to worry about being fucking bullied for just existing!” Dylan scoffed angrily, “Get off your high horse, Y/N/N. She’s not that bad.” I put my drink down on the counter and walk closer to the man in front of me, “Yes, she is! Her entire existence is to hurt my feelings!” Both of our voices were rising more and more with each word. I could hear Julia turning the music up to give us some sort of privacy. “She’s got a good reason for it, Y/N.” I throw my hands up angrily, “Are you fucking serious?” Dylan mocks my actions. “What could possibly be a good enough reason to be a bitch?” Dylan moves closer to me again, “Because she’s jealous. She’s jealous of how close we are.” I shake my head back and forth, close enough to feel his breath on my face. “That’s a bullshit fucking reason, Dylan. She’s the one dating you, not me.” We were both breathing heavily and angrily, our eyes switching back and forth as we argued like we’ve never argued before. The silence should’ve helped us both calm down, but it didn’t. The only thing that changed any demeanor between the two of us in the present moment was the sudden leap Dylan took.

He pressed his lips against mine feverishly. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as both my arms wrapped around his. His other hand found my waist followed by the first hand as he picked me up and sat me on the counter. His lips paced insatiably down my neck and chest. “Dylan-” I moaned as he hit every spot I wanted him to. “Wait- Dylan-” He continued moving around my body. His lips finally made their way back to my own and so did the thought I had before, “Wait.” He pulled away breathlessly. “What?” I looked at him for a second as I tried to catch my breath as well. “What the hell are we doing?” Dylan looked around for a moment, noting where each of his hands were, “Making out?” I shook my head, “No, no, Dylan. I mean, what the fuck is this? What about Kamille?” Dylan shrugged his shoulders, “I thought you hated Kamille.” He sighed as he began kissing my neck again. I pushed him back softly, “Dylan.” The man pulled away from me again with a tense look on his face. “Look, Y/N/N, there’s something I sort of left out about Kamille and I’s relationship.” I nod my head to urge him to continue. “We have an open relationship.” I furrow my eyebrows at the boy in between my legs - the one that I’ve been wanting in between my legs. He shrugs, “Basically, we can fuck whoever we want as long as we come home to each other at the end of the day.” Dylan smirks softly before eyeing my lips again and diving back in. At first, I let him graciously - not fully processing what he just said to me. Moments later, I moan his name again. “Dylan.” He smirks into my shoulder, “God, I love hearing you moan that.” I shook my head, “No, Dyl-” I sigh, pushing the boy back, “No. No, no, no.” Dylan looks back at me in confusion, “What?” I shake my head and hop down off the counter top. “I-I’m not just someone you can fuck. I’m your friend- your best friend…” I pause and shake my head before mumbling quietly, “Or at least I thought I was…”

[heradion]

This is giving Derek Hale and Stiles in different outfit vibes

[stilinskikisses]

| Stiles is so golden retriever x black cat |

Fanfic coming soon with this trope <3

xoxo layla

[xoxostilinski]

Fuck me like you mad at me baby 😝❤️‍🔥

[scmegifs]

charles leclerc x dylan o'brien manips !

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[illusionesdecigs]

Should I start writing fanfics on here? If anyone wants to suggest something let me know I would happily try it out and would love the constructive criticism.

[masterstiles]

I've only gone and completely reworked volumes 1 & 2 of my series, Teen Wolf: The Alternate Path.

You can find it, AO3 and Wattpad

[aucelebrity]

Au Meme : You were in the same high school as Dylan O'Brien before you got engaged.

[hoes4dylanobrien]

dad dylan headcanon !!!!!!!!

ooh I like this one. overdue but here y'all go (*disclaimer: my opinions of potential Dylan dad vibes are mine alone, so apologies in advance if it doesn't fit your idea, LOL) Also wholesome... if you want an R-rated one you know where to find me ;)

Super-supportive (like he'll do fifty-fifty housework, child-rearing, grocery-shopping, you name it; he'll want you to get time to yourself and have some self-care)

Is a surprisingly good cook? He's half Italian, and his mom taught him how to cook which means he knows how to make a killer lasagna or bolognese or chicken parm, etc etc and you love him for it because you're a total foodie

Is really gentle with the kids, and goofy with them; he wants them to learn how to be responsible adults but he also just knows how to have fun with them and get on their level. you're never worried when they're together

Always makes sure to take time off from acting regardless of the role partly so you don't feel like you're having to do it alone but because he misses you guys like CRAZY and always would be with you if he had it his way

He enjoys hosting. Like, LOVES it. He invites a ton of people, which is just fine because you have a large house and a lot of your friends you have in common, so it's a fun time all around. Being a Leo he's a natural host and turns on a whole new mode for parties. Being the more introverted partner, you let him do his thing; while he's regaling them with stories you're checking to make sure their glasses are topped, the kids are amused (usually in the kids room in the basement with arts and crafts), and having some side conversations with some closer friends of yours. Food-wise he'll make enough for everyone and then some; suffice to say people go home with Tupperware. And he insists on playing his own curated mixtape that's 90's and 2000s music galore. Everyones dancing including the kids by the end of the night.

He’s extremely respectful of you, your family, and your relationship; he gets approached often by fans and in particular female fans. Most are great, but some may ignore boundaries and try to get more from Dylan but he always shrugs it off in a casual yet clear way that is never unfriendly.

Being in the spotlight and living part time in New York, you’re sometimes spotted out and about with the kids in a less than appealing light by paps. This has resulted in articles in tabloids trying to judge you and your motherhood abilities. Dylan became more protective, preferring to go out together (where they’re less likely to make remarks), and being outspoken in interviews and any other opportunity in an effort to shield you all from unwarranted scrutiny.

Even being together for many years and now married with kids Dylan loves showering you all with presents. You regularly go on date nights, sometimes a hot new restaurant or an oldie but goodie, and have mutual friends watch the kids (what you call “aunties/uncles”).

For holidays you tend to visit Dylan’s in New Jersey and California more often because of the difficult relationship you have with yours. It used to make the holidays a tough time for you, but since meeting Dylan you’ve come to embrace them again. It doesn’t hurt that Dylan’s family are such kind souls and treat you like their own. Dylan’s so happy to share that with you.

[wildflowerdylan]

HAVING AN AFFAIR

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Fred Fitzell x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drug use, alcohol use, masturbation, cheating.

Concept: Love, sex, and drugs. Starring Fred Fitzell, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and Mercury.

The sky was dim and cloudy, giving the appearance that it was about to rain - although, if you lived here you knew the little water droplets would never come. The air was empty and cold, too, leaving goose bumps on my arms like the crunch in a crunch bar. I push open the large doors to my modern apartment building and walk inside, letting the warm hit my skin aggressively. A few more steps in and I’m at the large, black elevators. I press the button until it turns red and wait for the elevator to come and take me back up to the eleventh floor. I finally hear a ding that indicates to me the elevator is about to open. Once the doors pry wide, I can see two people standing with each other and a cart to carry boxes. They both look exhausted - mentally and physically. 

I furrow my eyebrows as I recognize who it is I’m staring at. He looks up just as the word falls out of my mouth with surprise, “Fred?” The lean man looks at me with a soft smile, his brown eyes growing lighter. “Y/N?” He moves past the cart to reach out to me. I graciously take his sign of happiness and engulf him into a long hug. The hug couldn’t have lasted for much longer than 30 seconds before an uncomfortable cough comes from the woman who stood next to him moments ago. “Karen, this is an old… friend from high school… Y/N. Y/N, this is my… wife, Karen.” He looks back at me with a particular expression that lets me know Karen has no clue who I actually was to him and probably shouldn’t ever know - an ex. I nod my head regardless, “Are you two helping someone move in?” Karen shakes her head, stepping forward with the cart and grabbing Fred’s hand. “No, we actually just moved in ourselves.” I nod and smile, “That’s great! Looks like we’re new neighbors, then.” Fred shifts for a moment, trying to contain his emotions. “What floor are you?” I look up from the floor at Karen’s words, “I live on eleven. Apartment G.” They both nod, “We’re on eleven too,” Fred smiles. I nod my head once more, holding my hand in the elevator so that it doesn’t leave without me. “I guess that means I’ll see you both around then.” They both smile politely as I wave my hand carefully and retreat into the elevator with a soft smile.

A short ride later and I’m walking to my apartment. I find myself wondering which one is his with each door I pass. I sigh to myself as I reach my door. I loved my apartment. It was gorgeous and I spent a lot of time, effort, and money to make this place the home it is now. But that didn’t change the heartbreak I suddenly felt all over again from when Fred and I broke up years ago. I remember it was right before we graduated college and we had both realized two very big things. 1, we were going to different places in life. 2, our whole relationship was based on drug use and merc. So, we mutually agreed to end things. He was ready for marriage and kids, rehab - I was ready to travel the world and make new experiences, never stop. Of course, I eventually did stop taking merc along with every other drug in the book except the occasional alcoholic beverage and caffeine, of course. I also traveled everywhere I wanted. I met new people, made new experiences, and became, honestly, a whole new person. But I became that person too late. Now, Fred is just the one who got away.

I set my purse down on the kitchen bar top for a second. I look at the white and black marble, tracing the lines to ease my mind. I shake my head and rub my face with my hands before moving to grab a bottle of wine and a glass and then head into the bathroom. I turn my tub on to let it fill up. I strip down from my clothes and long day and hop in after all the bubbles have puffed up; placing each step into the large white tub carefully. I take a big gulp from the bottle and slump into the tub deeper. Seeing Fred is both the best and worst thing to have happened to me today. I think seeing him has just confirmed that I still love him and I still want him - making it very bittersweet to see him in front of me.

I want him to look at me the way he used to. To hold my hand. To hold me when I’m sad. To touch me. I want him to touch me. I bit my lip as I cradled the glass of wine in my hands. A sigh released my mouth as I put the glass down on the side of the tub carefully. If I’m going to think about Fred this way, I might as well put it to good use… I slipped one hand down into the water and closed my eyes as I began rubbing circles, picturing his hand where mine is. His tongue entangled with my own. My hands wrapped up in his hair as he nips at my neck and breasts. The feeling of him growing quickly as our bath together gets more and more heated. The heat inside of me burns brighter and brighter until, suddenly, a knock bursts me out of my bubble. 

I sigh in the tone of sexual frustration as I grab a nearby towel to dry myself off before throwing a robe on. I drain my tub, deciding that maybe bath time was not what I needed, and walk out into the living room. I place the more than half empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and carry my glass over to the front door. 

The tall brunette is revealed from behind the door as I open it swiftly. I straighten up with wide eyes at the surprise of the man I craved. “Hi…” I speak breathlessly. Fred smiles, “Can I come in?” I nod my head kindly before moving out of the way and letting him take a seat on the couch. I walk back over to the kitchen and put my glass down next to the bottle. “Do you want a glass of wine?” Fred turns to watch me as I reach for another glass on the top shelf of the cabinets. He takes a moment to answer as he watches my robe lift higher and higher. “Uh, yeah, sure.” “Here you go.” I smile, handing him the glass before sitting down with mine in the chair diagonal to him. “So, what brings you here?” Fred kept his eyes on the glass swirling between his hands for a second longer before adjusting and looking at me. “You.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion, “I mean, I assumed that, Fred… But why?” He put his glass down on a coaster near him as he stood up and moved closer to me while still staying on the couch. “Y-you can’t tell Karen about us.” I furrow my eyebrows. Fred continues, “She can’t know about our past… about merc…” I nod my head, suddenly realizing what he was saying. “She doesn’t know?” Fred sighed as he shook his head. “Y/N/N, she doesn’t know anything up until she and I met…” I nod my head once more. “Okay…” I stand up slowly, grabbing my glass off the table and finishing it quickly. “Fred, this feels like a lot of lies to have with your wife.” I hear his footsteps come towards me slowly as the wine fills my glass once more tonight. He grabs the bottle out of my hand from behind me and spins me around to look at him. We haven’t been this physically close since the day we broke up. “You’re still so damn stunning.” I look at his eyes back and forth in disbelief. “You’re not supposed to compliment other girls when you’re married.” He nods his head, speaking softly before dipping his head closer to mine, “You’re not supposed to kiss them either…”

[littlekingbergara]

The Shane I have in my head is him with a mustache, just really going all in on the meek librarian look. In fact his normal keeping up appearances job is a part time job as a librarian. His neighbors are baffled at how this librarian can afford a mansion in the richest neighborhood of Chicago. Most people assume that he’s a trust fund baby living off his inheritance who sees his job as more of a hobby.

OF COURSE HE HAS A MUSTACHE!! i loveee him and his love of libraries and ofc he's in chicago.

maybe the library is also where important things get sent and important meetings get held bc it's relatively quiet and he can have people in after hours.

[stilinskibaby]

⠀⠀⠀⠀❁﹒⠀⠀🎤﹒⠀ ♡⠀﹒MASTERLIST

𓊆 DYL + CHARAS 𓊇

๑ handsy post void stiles ( smut blurb )

๑ dark stiles au ( hc )

๑ early season stiles ( hc )

๑ stiles + sleeping ( angsty fluff blurb )

๑ sex with stiles ( ficlet smut )

๑ brother's best friend ( fic, stiles x mccall!reader, angst, smut and fluff )

๑ nsfw alphabet

ⵌ MOODBOARDS

๑ dating stiles

๑ dating fratboy!stiles

๑ dylan obrien, the man that you are.

𓊆 TEEN WOLF GEN 𓊇

๑ random teen wolf headcanons

𓊆 THEO RAEKEN 𓊇

๑ theo + fucking

ⵌ MOODBOARDS

๑ dating theo raeken

[stilinskikisses]

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯 ~ MOODBOARD

╭┉┉┅┄┄•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 / 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑫 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ•┈┄┄┅┉╯

| 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒚, 𝑮𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 18+

☆ 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹: 💋

☆ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻: ❤️‍🔥

☆ 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻: 🖤

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SUMMARY: Y/n L/n is a normal Beacon Hills student. She gets good grades is very popular especially with the boys ;). Particularly one boy her chemistry partner. Stiles Stilinski. The boy has been pining over the girl since she arrived to the school freshmen year, learning every fact about her and spending each day romanticizing ever single interaction with her.

But what happens when void takes over controlling Stiles body. Learning his mind only to find out the girl he’s been head over heels for is something beyond her vision something so powerful, something so valuable to the nogitsune. The connection between the two making void also pining after the girl.

His plan is simple, get the girl and use her for a energy source. But will he be successful? What happens to Stiles? What will the pack say? What will Y/n say.

| 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵 |

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹(𝑺) 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺 <3

CHAPTER ONE - LOOSING FAITH 🖤💋

CHAPTER TWO - FINDING FAITH 🖤

CHAPTER THREE - DISTURBING TRUTHS 💋

CHAPTER FOUR - MINE ❤️‍🔥🖤

CHAPTER FIVE - LOCK ME UP 🖤

CHAPTER SIX - BABY, 🖤

CHAPTER SEVEN - SLUT! 🖤

CHAPTER EIGHT - BEYOND US🖤

CHAPTER NINE - TRUE ALPHA 🖤💋

CHAPTER TEN - FAITH WITH IN US ❤️‍🔥

| Trust me there will be so many more chapters these are just all the ones I have planned so far / started drafting in my notes |

This is a work in progress and I will still be posting one shots during this so the series will probably take awhile my goal is to get chapter one done by tmr!

xoxo Layla

[xoxostilinski]

Nerdy boys fuck best 🥱🫣

[bookishnerd1132]

when ur bsf is gatekeeping a story that you have read, but forgot about bc it wasn't updated, so you have to scroll through 2500 likes, but you have no patience, and whats worse is I forgot what it's called. if anyone recognises this, please lemme know what story it is/who it is by.

so basically it's an oscar piastri au story where what happens is the grid is in university and she has an idea for formal and she ends up needing oscars help so she basically stalks him and works at the coffee shop he does just to convince him to help. it has mentions to dylan obrien and renee rapp (im pretty sure)

[sommerregenjuniluft]

one thomas/dylan obrien tt edit and im back on my maze runner au shit it’s not fair