AUTHORS NOTE:  for the sake of this imagine, can we all make our dreams come true and pretend dylan casual scrolls through twitter but just isnt active ? thanks 

    THIRD PERSON

It was about 9 a.m. on a Saturday and Y/N O'Brien had just woken up, her eyes craning open as she gazed to the other side of the bed. Ruffled sheets were all that lay there and she could only assume (after now hearing the TV downstairs) that Dylan was already up. She yawned and rolled onto her side, throwing her right hand to her bedside table as she grabbed her phone. Unlocking it, her phone reopened to Twitter.

  She scrolled for a bit, finding nothing too interesting until she stumbled upon a retweet from the Teen Wolf account. An account with Dylan's face as it's profile picture and a girls name in the twitter username posted a tweet with a video. The running preview of the video without sound seemed like just a big edited slideshow of pictures of Dylan. Y/N grinned and clicked on the video, curious. Colors by Halsey erupted from her phone speakers as the video started from the beginning. She smiled at the photos and tiny snippets of videos of him in the edited photo. She had to admit- she could have watched the video for hours. Y/N rolled her eyes at the silly thought when she had literal source of the video downstairs. 

  Her eyes flickered up to the caption and she couldn't help but laugh into her comforter.

"can we all just appreciate this gorgeous mAN ?'

   Y/N's fingers couldn't help themselves when she pressed the retweet button.

A smirk crossed her face as she clicked on the profile the video had come from and was pleased to see there were even more. She scrolled to the next one and found it was a tweet with two pictures. One was of Dylan back when he began filming Teen Wolf. The second was a photo that was a little more recent, which showed Dylan with a stubble a grown out hair, an intense and sultry look on his face that was obviously from some sort of photo shoot.

   Again, Y/N's eyes wandered to the caption.

'did this boy go from "ill have her home by 9" to "your daughter calls me daddy too" right under my damn nose????'

    Y/N bit her lip and nodded to the tweet, before retweeting this one as well.

She continued scrolling, filing through what looked like to be the girl of the account screaming over the most recent episode of Teen Wolf, until she found a tweet that was strangely now in lower case. She read with interest.

   'my angel y/n better retweet this to confirm that dylan kisses her neck. i'll never believe a fanfic until i have the facts people'

  With zero regret, she retweeted the tweet.

  Y/N decided she had her laugh, and would definitely get an even better one later when everyone on Twitter reacted to her retweets, but for now-  she returned to her normal home page and scrolled.

   She heard a few noises in the house and paused before shaking her head when she determined it was footsteps traveling up the stairs. She focused back on the pictures of puppies that had popped up, subconsciously listening to Dylan enter the bedroom.

  "Honey?"

Y/N raised her eyebrows and turned to her husband who was standing, his own eyebrows furrowed at his phone. She hummed in question. Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but when nothing came out, he closed it and pursed his lips. He tried again.

  "Is there a reason you retweeted a tweet that says "did this boy go from 'ill have her home by 9' to 'your daughter calls me daddy too'?"

  Y/N froze and suddenly all she could do was laugh. Nevermind, this was her last laugh. She set her phone down and covered her mouth with both hands as she laughed, tears almost appearing in her eyes at Dylan's strangely amused expression.

  "Or maybe you remember retweeting, 'y/n better retweet this to confirm that dylan kisses her neck'?"

   Y/N's laughed died down a bit to a giggle and she nodded, shrugging as she could finally speak. "I mean, do you or do you not?"

   Dylan really couldn't help the smile on his face as he shook his head at his giggly wife. His inner self blushed when his brain used that word. He loved that word. God, he loved it.

   "Maybe instead of reading it on Twitter, it could actually be happening, huh? Ever think about that?" He smirked, giving a quick wink. Y/N  rolled her eyes, narrowing them at her husband.

    "All the time, babe, all the time." She smirked back, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. 

Dylan raised an eyebrow comically, throwing his phone to one side of the bed. He crawled from the end of the bed, biting his lip to contain his smile as he stopped when he was now hovering over Y/N. Dylan dipped down and pressed his lips to the skin on her neck. Instantly, his confidence shot up when he heard a mumbled moan from his wife. He kissed harder, moving around and around- farther towards her jaw before dropping nearer to her collarbones. Her hand moved to clasp around the nape of his neck, running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. She loved the soft feeling of his hair through her fingers, at the same time of feeling his soft lips press against her neck, making marks of his own.

   "Dylan. . ." Y/N softly said and he hummed against her neck in response.

 "I think you mean daddy. . ." He quietly spoke, giving a spot on her neck more attention with a soft bite. Dylan felt her arch up a bit and his lips curled. Y/N let off a tiny chuckle.

    "Depends, is that what works for you now?" She breathed out, eyes shut. Dylan thought for a moment and he knew his answer pretty quickly.

   "Say it."

 He spoke those words and stopped is work, leaning up to get a look at her face. Y/N's eyes slowly opened, looking up to his deep eyes darkened in lust. Their faces centimeters apart, nothing felt more right.

     "Daddy."

 Dylan froze for a moment and he had to admit, the way she looked when she spoke that word was something else. He smirked at the thought, shrugging.

    "I hate to admit it, but it works a bit too well." He licked his lips,. Y/N smiled and leaned up, kissing Dylan's neck this time. He relaxed instantly and had to remind himself to make sure he kept his arms stiff to keep him hovering over her instead of crushing her. It became extremely difficult, as he completely almost focused on her lips roughly pressing and kissing his neck, up his jaw and down to the collar of his shirt.

   "You, Mr. O'Brien, drive me crazy." She whispered.  Dylan grinned, relishing in the feeling of her lips on his skin.

    "Trust me, Mrs. O'Brien- you don't know the half of it."

A/N::

   i came up with the phrase, "stiles in the streets, mitch in the sheets" and i now really hope that's how dylan lives his life tbh

love you and hope you liked this (: