The Goof

Dylan O'Brien

[dylan-wantstheb11]

shellhxnnig:

“Yup!! She said, go bug Uncle Dylan for a whole hour,” she giggled and made a face at the older man. “The bar? Like monkey bars? I like those! Does this place have a play ground!?” Lucy got excited thinking about the parks that she liked to go to at home, she usually had too much energy and was taken to the park to let her run around and make her a little easier to handle. “Daddy has tattoos, I can get one like him! I want a lizard tattoo, pleeeeeeease,” she grinned up at him, making it hard for him to say no.

“A whole hour. I don’t believe that’s enough time to spend with a princess such as yourself, huh?” Dyl chuckled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed so he was level with the child. “I’m not sure if there’s a playground like the ones at home, but I’m sure that there are plenty of places we could pretend it is.” He didn’t think she’d be for something such as a tattoo. Didn’t they teach her that they hurt?  Guess he couldn’t back down now, not with the adorable face she pulled Luckily, he had a plan in mind. “A lizard tattoo? I think I can pull some strings. Can’t tell Mommy though.” He shot the girl a wink before standing up, and reaching out to take her hand, “Ready?”

[dylan-wantstheb11]

+Bradford Bad Boy

[dylan-wantstheb11]

zaynsthemalik:

One of his biggest problems, something he hadn’t even recognised as a problem until he started having regular sessions with a therapist, was Zayn often had no idea how to accept love when someone offered it. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t think he deserved it. Perhaps that’s the reason he keeps pushing Dylan further and further back, almost like a part of him expected it to go wrong and he was just releasing the parachute earlier than planned in preparation; to stop himself from crashing to the ground when it did fall apart. Whatever the reason, he remained silent throughout the other’s apologies, staring at the wall with a lump forming in the back of his throat. He loved Dylan. Had never expected to when their involvement first started. It had just happened. He was the first person he’d ever fallen for sober and that was a big fucking deal. But it shouldn’t be this hard, should it? The beginning of a relationship was meant to be a couple’s best period, not their worst. That terrified him. It made him wonder if he was just setting himself up for more heartbreak. More rejection.

Two full minutes passed before noise from behind the door could be heard, hand reaching to unlock it. However, the singer hesitated, paused on the other side and leaned forward, forehead resting against the cool wood. Before he opened it, before he faced the other male, there was one more thing he needed to know. Something that would either make or break them. And even though Zayn didn’t want to ask it, liked to think he didn’t have to, he knew he did. Knew this was a subject that had to be talked about, otherwise it would keep coming in between them. His voice was muffled through the thick wood, though he knew Dylan would be able to hear him. ‘I need to know,’ he started, struggling to talk through his emotions. ‘Do you still have feelings for her?’ 

When the other finally spoke, his heart nearly stopped. He had to stop for a moment. Everything that Dylan had been suppressing these last few months were about to become unleashed. Every little emotion that had turned him into the monster he’d become was about to be admitted to. That was almost scarier than telling Zayn the truth. He wasn’t about to lie to Zayn. He couldn’t anymore. If he did, the truth would only come out later, making a larger mess for them to clean up.  Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say it. The moment was so fragile. A single word out of place, and the entire place would blow up. Every word would have to chosen so carefully. “Yes. I do.”

His eyes shut for a moment, letting it sink in for the both of them. He’d refused to admit it before, scared that Zayn would run away, but he didn’t think he had much of a choice right now. “But, I don’t want to be with her, Zee.” He whispered. “I want you. I need you, or else I wouldn’t be here, right?” He set down the guitar, rest it against the wall before placing his hands on the door, gently. “What she and I had was huge, and that’s not something that I think will ever go away entirely, like you and Perrie, right?” He spoke slowly, making sure he knew his sentence before he said it. “You have to believe me when I say I don’t want to be with her, ‘cause it’s you. I miss you, Zee, and I’m sorry.” 

[dylan-wantstheb11]

shellhxnnig:

Lucy smiled nice and big when she heard the door open. “Mama said you’d play with me while she got ready.” Her smile soon turned into a giggle as she lounged back in her chair, “and it’s gotta be fun, I am the almost-birthday-girl, ya know!” She was loving the royal treatment she’d been getting around the resort and was really milking it at this point.

“She did? Well lucky for you, huh?” Dylan chuckled as he walked through the door. This was his first time alone with the young one. Actually, it was his first time alone with anyone younger than 13, and it terrified the hell out of him. ¨Fun, you say? How about we take a trip to the bar, huh? Get you a drink, find you a prince?” He nudged her gently with the tip of his foot. ¨Or maybe we could go get some tattoos, Iḿ sure your mother would just love that.“

[dylan-wantstheb11]

itsmelissabx:

I take it that’s a situation you’ve been in.

We all have. Several times.

[dylan-wantstheb11]

+Bradford Bad Boy

[dylan-wantstheb11]

zaynsthemalik:

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t considered approaching D beforehand. He had. Several times, in fact. The past few evenings without him had been torture and he missed him. However, each time something else seemed to happen that changed his mind. He’d have another argument with someone, or bump into Britt. Even listened in on Phoebe Tonkin’s answers earlier. Call him over-dramatic, but after a while, it was starting to feel like the entire world was against him and he couldn’t find the strength to fight another fight. Last time the singer had felt like that, he ended up taking whatever drugs he could find. So, instead, he chose to avoid. Kept himself tucked up in his cabin, unable to leave in case he broke another rule or pissed someone else off.

Hearing the door to his cabin open, Z glanced up, though soon looked back down at his phone when he realised who it was. Perfect. ‘Please, come in,’ he commented, unable to hide that passive aggressive hint of sarcasm. He didn’t meant to appear so distance. He was just exhausted, the past week catching up with him and on top of it all, visitors arriving all over served a cold, painful reminder of his own broken relationships, knowing that even if he had been allowed guests, no one would come. That, on top of his recent conversation with Cooper? God, he was just seconds from throwing in the towel and evicting himself from Big Brother, if it wasn’t for the dangers that would put him in. His thumb flicked through photographs of his sisters, offering the other male nothing more than a low hum in response. ‘Sure, talk.’ 

Closing his eyes, Dylan took yet another deep breath. What was he expecting? That Zayn magically be better the next time they speak? Of course not. He would’ve been an idiot to have thought that for even a second. One more deep breath, and he’d start talking. On his way over, Dylan had practiced a billion times what he would say, but the moment he heard the raspy British accent, Dylan’s thoughts went completely out the window. “Right, then I’ll just...” He murmured, setting the instrument down against the wall to reach for the knob. He attempted to turn, but nothing. Goddamnit Zayn. So he’d have to do this without seeing his face. Maybe that was better. Seeing Zayn would probably just mush his thoughts even worse. 

“Stay out here, I guess..” Dylan leaned down to set the box on the floor, and pick up his guitar. “You know, I’m probably the worst singer in the entire world. Nothing compared to you, really, but I did this thing, and it really sucks, but I’m still going to do it.” Rambling. What a great start it was. A last deep breath, before he began to strum. ¨Im sort of a fuck up, but, I guess all of us are. Iḿ really sorry that I fucked up.” His lyrics really weren't  the best. ´´You know, I didn't mean to hurt you. I know youve been hurt enough. So I'm really just a fuck up. Really sorry that I fucked up, and you didn't deserve that. You don't deserve the fact that everyone hurts you. It's not fair to you. I just don't fucking get it.¨ In the middle of his terrible song, the boy stopped strumming, and just let his heart go. ¨You don't deserve how anyone treats you, because you are a fucking angel. You deserve to be treated like one, and I'm sorry I didn't do that. I'm sorry, Zayn. I'm sorry, and I wish I could fix everything that's gone wrong in your life. I wish I would've thought more. I wish I---¨ He didn't even know what he was saying anymore. He seemed to just be repeating himself. There was so much more he wanted to say, but the more he spoke, the more overwhelmed he became. He kept rambling, until he ended up in an infinite loop of just whispering the words ¨Iḿ sorry.” He rested his head against the door, repeating the sentence as though he were a broken robot. 

[dylan-wantstheb11]

+Bradford Bad Boy

Dylan couldn’t take it anymore. Guilt had been eating at him, picking apart his flesh to the point where all he did was lay around by the pool. It was affecting him so much that he couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the phone and invite his sister over to the resort. He was even tempted to invite someone from Zee’s family to surprise him, but he felt like that might just make the situation somehow worse. Either way, Dylan couldn’t take the separation much longer. He had originally promised himself only to talk to the other boy if he came to Dylan first. The more time passed, though, it felt like they would never see each other again. 

So he’d have to break his promise to himself. 

After talking himself through it, Dylan finally stumbled out of his cabin, looking somewhat presentable. It’d been awhile he’d shaved, and the scruff was beginning to turn into a full on beard, but he’d made sure to shower, and put on clean clothes. He took a quick detour to the kitchen and had the staff make him a box of Zayn’s favorite sweets. Then, down to the ring of fire he went, or in other words, he went to the Cash cabin. The closer the door was, the harder it was to breath. Once it was in sight, Dylan could literally feel his hands shaking. This could be their last time together, he kept telling himself. That reality scared him, terrified him. “Zee.” He croaked. His voice was insanely week due to the lack of speaking he’d done recently. Hand weighed down by gravity, made it to the surface of the door and knocked twice. “Zee, can we talk,” He spoke gently, gripping onto the box of desserts, and the neck of his guitar.

@zaynsthemalik

[dylan-wantstheb11]

+Shells

[dylan-wantstheb11]

shellhxnnig:

“I can’t, nothing is safe around here. I tell you and the next thing I know they’re telling people what I did. He really does, I love him but he is a ball of stress all the time. I don’t even know how to talk to him anymore, to be honest. I don’t think he wants anyone talking to his Dad, you should stay far far away from that. I really doesn’t but it doesn’t matter, I’ll survive. The tabloids are always going to try and pit you two against him and you’re the first person he’s let in since he got clean. I think he’s just scared he’ll get hurt or that he’s not good enough.”

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[dylan-wantstheb11]

itsmelissabx:

So I’ve been told. But that seems… fun.

Oh, it’s interesting. Especially when you get roomed with people you don’t like. 

[brittrcbb-blog]

What do you think about Britt and Dylan and Britt and Niall?

Where do I even start with Britt and Dylan? I’ve never seen her as happy as she was when she was with him, before or after. But, I don’t know if too much has changed for them to go fully back to how it was then. As for Niall… get it, girl.

@dylan-wantstheb @niallsthehoran

[brittrcbb-blog]

Do you think Britt and Dylan stand a chance? Should they get back together?

Yes, they definitely stand a chance, and yes, but only if that’s what they both want.

@dylan-wantstheb

[brittrcbb-blog]

What do you think of Britt's reunion with Dylan?

I think it was more of an epic fall out than a reunion. Not even the biggest Brylan fangirl could find good out of that. It wasn’t exactly High School Musical 4 level, was it? Get your crap together, guys. Fix your shit for crying out loud.

@dylan-wantstheb

[dylan-wantstheb11]

+Blondie

[dylan-wantstheb11]

brittrcbb:

“They might be stupid as hell, but they’re not going to go away anytime soon. Secrets aren’t really that much of a thing on this show.” What Britt was saying may not be the most optimistic thought ever, but at least she was being honest with him. She sighed before following his lead and taking a seat next to him with her back against the wall. If they were going to have a conversation, there was no point having it like they were before. “I don’t understand you. You seemed like you knew what you were doing less than a week ago. How’d you get to this point?”

“Something I don’t really appreciate. I should’ve just taken off when I could’ve. I should’ve just forced Zee to leave with me to some place no one would find us. Then we wouldn’t be in this goddamn mess.” Dylan ranted for a moment. He looked over at her. He appreciated her honesty. It was something he adored about her. Something he was able to count on her on. Well, that is if they were talking on a regular basis. They weren’t. This was a one time thing. “I don’t know. Been sort of thinking about it for a while, I guess. It’s just been getting too much the last week.”

[dylan-wantstheb11]

niallsthehoran:

That’s it? It was just for a task? I mean, no offence, mate, but it’s not like he attacked or whatever. He wouldn’t have meant it to bruise, he’s not like that.

I didn’t say he attacked me, or that he was like that. Just that the bruise is still there?

[dylan-wantstheb11]

stfunorman:

‘I’m maturin’.’

Congrats.

[dylan-wantstheb11]

stfudougie:

No, s'fine. Y'know, I wasn’t involved in a lot of things. Guess this is just one of ‘em.

Now you’re making me feel bad over this. 

[dylan-wantstheb11]

+Shells

[dylan-wantstheb11]

shellhxnnig:

“Come spend the afternoon on the beach with us tomorrow. Something mean and rude. Something people won’t be happy about if they find out. It was worth it though, it won them a chance to see their pets and family, didn’t it? Of course they do, that’s exactly the point I was trying to make before he went off on me for making assumptions about what he was talking about. I thought he was talking about his friends not wanting to be around him but he was actually talking about his sisters. He never said their names specifically and we were talking about both friends and family so it was easy to get confused. He can have all the time he needs, I’m done being peoples punching bags. I did it for him before and I did it for Dougie when he was sick and miserable, I can’t keep being that person. Nothings going on with you and Britt though right?”

“Sounds great. Can’t wait. Oh come on, you can tell me. Judge free zone, remember? Yeah. I’m sure it was definitely worth it. He stresses out all the fucking time, have you noticed that? Like over everything, and it’s like the moment you try to show that you’re stressing over him, or caring for him, he shuts you down or out. That makes sense, right? Sometimes I just don’t fucking understand him. I mean, I get he has issues with his family, and that sucks. I get that. Sort of wish I could do something about it for him. Don’t believe his father would appreciate it if his boyfriend talked to him though. You shouldn’t be anyone’s punching bag. That doesn’t make things better for you, does it? No, of course not. At least I don’t think so. We fought half of the time until I decided to cut her off.”

[dylan-wantstheb11]

+Shells

[dylan-wantstheb11]

shellhxnnig:

“She is, she’s having fun exploring. I don’t even know. He was being vague and I misunderstood him and thought he was saying his friends didn’t care about him… and then he got mad that I wasn’t listening and was making assumptions about what he was saying. It’s not the first time, Zayn and I always get into fights like this, I try and help or explain myself and it just makes matters worse. But enough about me and him. He thinks something is going on between you and Britt? Last I heard from the two of you you guys weren’t getting along either? What the hell is happening around here?”

“Can’t wait to see her. Hey, what’d you even do to be able to get her here? People do care about him, though. Of course his friends would care, right? What did you misunderstand, though? He just needs time, maybe, to cool off. We aren’t getting along. Fucking tabloids only decide to pick and choose pieces of conversations to send to him.”