dylan o'brien imagines

fans | dylan

You stepped off of the plane hand in hand with your boyfriend, Dylan, as you arrived back in the United States after spending a couple of months in Cape Town whilst he filmed The Death Cure.

As you passed through security and made your way through the exit towards the taxi waiting for you both a group of girls ran up to Dylan and asked him for a picture.

Dylan turned to you, he'd only take them if you were okay with it.

You nodded, "do you want me to take a group picture of you guys?" you smiled.

The girls squealed as Dylan wrapped his arms around them, posing for the picture.

"Smile!" You chuckled as Dylan pulled funny faces for the camera, the girls gave you their phones for you to take photos of them with Dylan. The smiles on the girls faces made you extremely happy as they met their idol, Dylan gave them each a hug, his hands rubbing their backs lightly.

"Thank you so much, y/n!" The girls said gleefully as they took their phones, admiring their pictures. They turned to Dylan, "thank you, Dylan!" Giggling as they walked away.

Dylan smiled widely at you, "what?" You asked, raising your eyebrows.

"Nothing... it's just, my last girlfriend hated taking pictures of me and my fans." He sighed, opening the taxi door for you.

"Well, I love it," you smiled, "they're your fans, if they're important to you they're important to me."

You slid over to the other side of the taxi, leaving space for Dylan to get in next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed the side of your forehead, then leaned forward to the taxi driver and gave him the address, "can you take us here, please?"

"Of course, Sir." The driver nodded.

Dylan leaned back and pulled you closer to him, rubbing your shoulder, "I love you." He whispered in your ear.

"I love you too, Dyl." You rested your head on his shoulder as the taxi driver drove you both home.

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He looks so adorable in the pic above I can't