Dylan Obrien X Reader Fluff - Tumblr Posts

“Oh god” Dylan sobs over me as I lay in a pool of blood. “T-there’s so much blood” he whimpered out through his tears, putting pressure on the wound before pulling himself together slightly.

“I-I need your type” he asks, his voice filled with emotion.

I grunt attempting to speak “5’11, brunet, brown eyes, really cute.” I mange, my eyes closed in pain.

Silence.

I open my eyes to be met with a very shocked and pink-faced Dylan.

“CUT!” Yells the director, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance.

I giggle at Dylan’s reaction. He just groans and drops his head into me. “Y-you can’t just say that..” he mumbles, his breath hot against my neck, clearly still very flustered.

I reach my hand up and thread my fingers through his hair. “What? Can’t handle a little flirting O’Brien?”

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Very much based of that incorrect quote “you’re bleeding what’s your type”