#dylan o'brien oneshot

[uselesssomebody]

tmr thomas x fem!reader smut where they're a couple, make it to the safe haven and they've been trying to have their first time together but they keep getting interupted until one day when they finally can.

and its just fluffy n stuff

𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - thomas (t.m.r.) x reader

complete masterlist | the maze runner masterlist

words || 𝟛.𝟚𝕜

summary || in which the reader and thomas try to have their first time together - but keep getting interrupted

a/n || i have not read/watched the maze runner in forever

➵ i hope you like this @marmar-c it was a fun request and apologies for how long it took to come out

➵ 18+/MDNI content, individual warning below the cut

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut

➵ unprotected p.i.v.

➵ orgasm denial (because of interruptions)

➵ oral (m receiving)

➵ handjob

➵ cum (tell me if i miss anything)

thomas was an early riser - whether it be to get an early head start on the maze in the past, or simply to enjoy the solitude that morning bought when he wasn't bombarded with the onslaught that were the other gladers - their fights, loud voices and boisterous actions.

now, though, he didn't enjoy them alone. instead, he would make the short trek out of his room to the adjacent one of his girlfriend, where he'd always find her sleeping soundly, curled up under her covers, even in warm weather.

he'd close the curtains for her if she'd forgotten, to shield her from the upcoming sunlight, and would choose whichever side she was less splayed across - a feat, as she really enjoyed stretching her body to its limit to fit each crevice of her bed - before slipping in beside her.

he'd take a moment to appreciate the soft, warm feel of her flesh against his own - usually bare or only lightly-clad - chest, wrapping a large hand over her midsection, and pushing her hair away from her pillow gently, greeted by a whiff of a distinctly sweet, almost floral scent.

he wouldn't sleep - he usually couldn't, once he'd already awoken - so, he'd allow his breaths to slow to match hers, he'd allow his muscles to relax against her, and allow his eyes to close, focusing on the effects on his other senses.

she could tell when he'd come, as the skin of her midsection would grow warmer, and she'd feel the back of her calves and feet entangle with another's. she wouldn't allow her eyes to open just yet, but would turn over to face him, wrapping her own arm around him. he felt so hot against her - a goddamn furnace - and she brings her head up so her nose grazes his own.

"hey." he mumbles, a whisper in the space between them

"g'd morning." she mumbles back, not moving her lips much and leaving her words a bit garbled. she brings a hand to her eyes to rub them, willing them open and hoping she didn't look too groggy.

she did, of course, making thomas exhale a laugh.

"you're so cute," she smiles, knowing that he's not being sarcastic.

"why, thank you." it's a jokingly dramatic response, and she finally pulls herself up a little, smoothing her hair and rubbing her eyes, "what time is it?"

"too early," he answers, pulling her back down. she laughs at the aggressive action, pulling away from him just slightly in order to look at him.

he always looked his best like this: still-there bed-hair and that morning calmness that came with no impending responsibilities. it was a good look on him, and she makes this clear, tilting up just slightly in order to bring her lips to his.

it's soft - but only for a moment - before a sense of desperation weaves through the both of them and, suddenly, she's gripping his biceps and he the flimsy material of her sleep-shirt bunched around her waist.

they didn't get many moments alone like this, but that worry that someone may walk in on them had stopped them from going much further than any above-the-clothes touching. besides, their lives had been so hectic until now that the simple pleasures of life were things they hadn't completely learned.

today, though, the throbbing between both of their thighs: her at his firm grip and him at her swallowed moans, had culminated in that lesson being necessary. her hand ventured down his torso, settling on the waistband of his trousers, not even bothering to take them off, and slowly reaching her fingers under them, feeling his warm cock jolt at her touch.

he detached from her, his head thrown back as he attempted to be quiet.

"fuck, baby-" he's got this apprehensive look in his eyes, but she needs this so much, letting her hands gently squeeze and release.

"please? please, lemme make you feel good - i just-" she doesn't finish, cut off by his vigorous agreement. smirking, she uses both her hands to grip his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his cock to her. she traces her fingers up and down his length, feeling the telltale sign of his arousal on and over his tip. his shaky breaths right by her ears spur her hands to move just that bit faster. she's tempted to slip the covers off of them and go the whole way for the first time, and his lips on her neck to subdue his noises were definitely not deterring her from that plan.

what did deter her, however, was the sharp knock on the door, causing her to wrench her hand away and squeak in shock, as thomas attempts to not lose the friction of her hands, his hips bucking as he tried to chase the feeling.

"is thomas in there?" minho's voice is muffled, but obvious, through the door, as thomas's head tips backwards, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

"yeah - yeah, minho. s'everything alright?" she says it back, her hand still suspended in the air, embarrassed at being interrupted.

"breakfast's ready - get it while it's hot!" another voice - a female voice - shouts through the door in a way where it's obvious she's walking away - going to eat, presumably. she finally lets her tense muscles relax in the knowledge that it's not an emergency. she's almost inclined to slip her hand back under and finish the job, and when she looks over at her boyfriend, he seems incredibly interested in the idea, but a better plan springs to her head.

"we should get going, baby. they'll get suspicious." it's a meek excuse, but it's solidified by her rising from bed, causing him to groan, and follow her lead, pulling his clothes over himself.

blue balls didn't even begin to describe the tension that coiled in his muscles as he meekly sat down across from minho. he felt as though every sense was heightened, like when he'd jumped at a quiet clatter from inside the kitchen. his friends all watched over his antsy behavior, unsure of the reason for it.

on the other hand, his girlfriend - sat next to him - knew exactly what was wrong, and she used it to her advantage, by being more touchy than usual. a hand on his arm, or around his shoulders, or on his chest as she rose to get some water. it's like she'd left hand-prints in his already warm skin. it came to a head when the hand she'd already precariously been resting on his knee started venturing higher, trailing along the inseam of his pants.

he tries, god, he tries to ignore it, but it's all too much when her finger finally rests over the head of his cock, her palm encompassing him.

he chokes on his sip of water, causing it to spill all over him, and minho's eyebrows immediately furrow.

"you alright, man?" her hand's out from under the table, and is resting on his bicep.

"yeah, babe, are you feeling okay?" he glares at her, jaw clenched and eyes narrow. she looks back up at him innocently, though he can see the ghost of a devilish smile dance on her lips.

"'m'fine. just gonna go change." his food is practically untouched as he raises from his seat, hoping his situation isn't particularly obvious, as he heads back in the direction of his place. minho turns to her, a bit confused by the abrupt nature of his actions.

"'s'he okay?" she shrugs.

"maybe he slept wrong?" she pauses, contemplative, before raising up as well, "i'll go check on him." minho watches as she walks off as well, still a bit confused, before turning to gally, sat a bit away from him, who had an almost sour expression on his face.

"what's wrong?" why was everyone acting so weird today? minho thought, as gally looks at him incredulously, shocked he doesn't realize what was happening between the couple.

"you-? you know what, it's nothing. don't worry about it." it's dismissive, but minho shrugs his shoulders, figuring it was, in face, nothing.

in that time, she's knocking on his door, and, as soon as he realizes who it is he pulls her in, pushing her until she's facing his bed.

"fuck, what're you doing?" she mumbles, and he sighs.

"finishing what you started, baby." she smiles, looking back at him, before turning around.

"well, if you wanna finish, let's start here-" she lowers to her knees in front of him, and his head rolls back at the sight of her in the position. her fingers greedily clutch at his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion.

he's aching, she can see it in the way his cock's pulsing, as she takes him in her palm, slowly - tortuously - stroking him as his hands weave through her hair. she can feel the lightest push against her head - to the point where he probably didn't even realize the action - and succumbed to his untold request, moving her head forward to gently wrap her lips around his tip.

"just - shit, just like that, baby." her tongue traces his head, as low moans escape him. she hums around him - something akin to a 'thank you', but all it translates to is increased sensation on his cock. his head tips back at the feeling, and his hand grips her head a little tighter, pushing her down a little further. she lets him, stilling her movements to focus on his guidance. he moves her head up and down his length, her tongue poking out along its underside, languidly lavishing the area, "you're so good - fuck me, you feel really good-"

he doesn't hesitate to continue praising her, before gently tugging her down and holding her there. immediately, her fingers reach up to grip his thighs, feeling the light - and then more serious gag at the sensation. he takes another moment to appreciate the pretty sight in front of - or under - him, before releasing her, letting her off her cock and allowing her to take deep breaths to account for her lack of oxygen.

"get up here for me, baby." he practically orders, taking her by her arms and helping her up, lightly pushing her against the bed, "first time - i'm not finishing in your mouth." she smiles, whole-heartedly agreeing with his plan, as she felt her own core throb with a need for friction.

he pushes her so that she's sitting on the bed, and, just as he goes to lay her down - there's another knock at the door.

"thomas - you said you'd help with fixing that problem on the east side." it's minho - again - calling thomas for, admittedly, a project he had signed up for the previous week, fixing some construction issue or something on the east side of the haven. admittedly, it'd seemed important work - until now, "we needa fix it quick, man - apparently it's gotten worse." thomas is literally stopped in his tracks, until she taps on his thighs, about chest level with her, essentially reminding him to get ready instead of staying still.

"c'mon, baby - go on." she mumbles, as she also rises, pulling her hair back. she waits as he gets ready, leaving the room and greeting minho - with a tone of voice that is a little distraught - making her smile.

on the other side of the door, minho's a little exasperated.

"how long does it take to change?" thomas looks confused, before remembering his lackluster excuse, and coughing.

"i - just tell me what the issue is, yeah?"

over the day, she'd continued with her own work, as thomas had continued with his. of course, both of them had been a bit distracted the whole day - unable to exactly focus when remembering what was waiting for them back home. their states were obviously noticed by the people around them - with both their friends stepping around them with quirked eyebrows or concerned impressions.

finally - believing he might actually be feeling ill - minho simply shrugs, telling thomas that maybe it'd be best he go back to his and sleep the day off. thomas was a little hesitant, but finally agreed - he wasn't exactly the biggest help in this state.

as he headed back, he swung by where she was, muttering a quick greeting to the others also working. she'd been taking a small break to clear her head of - well, the person now standing in front of her. her face lights up at the sight of him, wrapping him in a hug - though he's a little sweaty from his work earlier. one of her friends, in a similar manner to minho, urges her to head on home, and to pick up again the next day - a offer that she almost meekly accepts.

finally, the both of them are walking back towards her place.

she's got a bit of a pep in her step, and it makes him smile, his muscles aching - from his work, or from this morning, he wasn't sure - yet he knows exactly where her energy's coming from. she steps into her place, and he's right on her heels, pushing against her back as she laughs, trying to slip her shoes off as his hands relentlessly wander her body. finally, as she rises, she grabs his loose shirt, pulling him into her, capturing his lips against hers. he smiles into her mouth, and she hums contently - having a distinct feeling that it was the day they'd actually go all the way. her hands trail under his shirt until she pushes off of him for a moment, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling it up and off of him. he smirks at her eagerness, but before he can make a dumb comment, her hands are at his trousers, gently tugging them down his legs. his hands join hers without a second thought, helping her get them the rest of the way down.

she can see him, hard against his boxers, and, after pushing him so he's laying down on her bed, she appreciates the way he looks - a little desperate, a lot pretty. he reaches for her hips, but she steps back, and a strange - almost garbled - whisper of indignation leaves his lips. it makes her lips quirk into a smirk, as she slowly begins taking her clothes off - each with weighty effort and a teasing smile. it doesn't defer him - as his eyes follow her movements greedily - but it definitely piques his excitement much more effectively when she finally places her thighs on either side of him, straddling his own. his hands reach up to grip her hips, guiding them down to rub against him, enjoying the slight buck of her hips, and the small noises leaving her mouth.

finally, she pulls his last article of clothing off, procuring his cock - thick and heavy - in her hand, languidly stroking him, causing his grip to tighten. she smiles against him, contemplating teasing him further but, feeling her own need, she decides against it, choosing to sit up a little higher on her knees instead.

"ready?" she mumbles looking down at his length as she attempts to situate herself correctly. maintaining her balance as she does, he hums in response, nodding as much as he can while keeping his eyes glued to her face. he can see the slight stress occur to her when she feels his cock against her, and he rubs his fingers against her lightly.

"'re you - want me to help?" she thinks he's asking if she needs to be taken care of and - though it wouldn't hurt - she's too desperate to finally feel him inside her to wait much longer.

"n-no, i wanna feel you, now." the admission makes him exhale lowly, appreciating her appreciation, and he lifts her ass up to help her hover over his cock. she can feel his head at her entrance so, taking a deep breath, she sinks down.

she's watching his anticipatory face fall into one of pleasure, and he's watching the same occur on hers - but there's that hint of discomfort that she desperately trying to ignore, stilling as her ass reaches his hips and attempting to adjust.

"'re you okay, baby?" he's massaging the expanse of her thighs and hips, trying to focus on the fucking amazing feeling of her, but also on relieving as much of the pain as he can. she's got a light wince on her face as she nods through gritted teeth.

"yeah - fuck, yeah - just give me a minute." he reassures her with short mumbles and loving phrases, hoping it was doing something to help. after another couple of moments, she breathes deeply, nodding at him lightly, before gently placing her hands against his shoulders.

she pushes up using her thighs, not loving the feeling of emptiness, in that half moment, before she sunk back onto him, releasing a small, gasping moan at the sensation. he looks up at her as she slowly repeats the action, grunting at the feeling of her cunt around him. she looked good like this, situated over him, desperately trying to both make him feel good, as well as to chase the newly-realized sensation she was also experiencing. wanting to return the favor, he grabs the bottoms of her thighs, easing her effort and pulling and pushing her with just that bit of fervor that forced him deeper inside her. she could feel him brushing against something that was making her twitch, her head falling back at the sensation as she tries to muffle her moans with one of her hands. unable to comprehend the feeling alongside moving her thighs, she slows her pace, but he didn't.

he pulls her to be situated with her face over his, hands more tightly clutching his shoulders, before he begins thrusting up into her with the newfound space. he keenly watches her face fall into a shocked pleasure, a loud moan falling from her lips at the newfound intensity and speed.

"oh my god - baby - fuck -" she's mumbling into the small space between them, desperately trying to explain how good he was making her feel, but the words escaped her, as her mind blanked at the sensation. it's spurring his thrusts on - moving that much faster, that much harder to make her fucked out nature more pronounced. it worked, as evidenced by her loud noises - ones she couldn't even think about trying to keep contained when he was making her feel like this. she can feel the feeling in her core begin to yearn for some sort of release, and she attempts to communicate this to him. it's not a great explanation, but it's more than enough for him.

"please - god, please, cum for me, baby - i want-" he wants to feel her orgasm as much as she does - anticipating the way her body would still, her face would contort, and her cunt would feel around him. she nods desperately, feeling the knot snap as the sensation of her orgasm washes over her, making her cry out over him.

he watches her, and it's as pretty as he thought it'd be: her mouth falling open and brows furrowing, her muscles tensing, and her cunt fluttering around his cock.

the feeling prompts his own orgasm as, after a few thrusts, he's pulling out of her, his cum glazing her stomach as a low groan escapes him. she gently sits back against his thighs, taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, as he does the same.

finally, she pushes off of him, reaching the bathroom to take a shower. he follows her after a moment, gently placing a kiss to her head.

"that was - was good." she hums in agreement, letting the water run behind them.

they both failed to realize the acoustics of the area, not realizing that the noises of their coupling had reached some of the others - maybe most notably, minho.

he sits, red faced, eyes wide. when gally notices his expression, he laughs.

"see what i mean?"

#tmr thomas #tmr thomas oneshot #thomas x reader #thomas oneshot #thomas imagine #thomas smut #thomas fluff #the maze runner #the maze runner oneshot #dylan o'brien #interruptions

[ateotd-izzy]

ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

PART ONE | part two

summary: in an attempt to bring stiles back from the ghost riders, lydia, scott and malia try to help y/n to search her memories and remember him completely.

warnings: set during 6a, kissing, possibly swearing? idk how i feel about this tbh

taglist: @brvceyamada

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ceilings, plaster

“okay, y/n. imagine you’re in your bedroom.” lydia’s voice calmly echoed through the room. “visualize yourself in your bedroom.”

you looked around. your bed, your shelves, your desk, it was your bedroom.

“can you see it?” lydia asked and you nodded. “okay, good. can you see your shelf? the one with all your movies?”

you took a few steps over to the bookshelf, dvds filling each individual shelf and only a few books lay around.

“yes.”

“y/n, imagine each dvd is a memory of stiles. every movie is a different memory.” lydia spoke. “you need to find the correct memory. the one that’ll bring him back.”

you pulled the first dvd off the shelf and opened it, putting the disk into your player.

can’t you just make it move faster?

“what the hell?” you wiped your cheek with your hand as the boy in front of you laughed. “what the hell was that?”

he shrugged, still laughing.

you were in your kitchen with stiles, the afternoon sun spilling through the window as you went through the cupboards.

“seriously, babe, what was that?”

“it was just water.” he chuckled, dipping his fingers into the glass beside him and flicking it at you. “don’t need to worry.”

“you’re such a dick.” you rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that grew on your face as he slowly made his way over to you.

“you love me.”

“mhm.”

“go on. say it.” stiles whispered into your ear, his arms wrapping around your body from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder. “you know it’s true.”

“fine.” you spun around so you were still facing him in your arms. “i love you, stilinski.”

he smiled and leaned in, pecking your lips.

“i love you, too.”

lovely to be sitting here with you

“can you see him? can you remember him?” lydia asked.

“it was just water.” you mumbled. scott and malia exchanged a confused look behind lydia’s back.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory. keep looking.”

you’re kinda cute, but it’s

you ran your hand along the different dvds before stopping on one.

you pulled it out and glanced at the cover. it was blank.

they were all blank, so you knew it would be a hard search to find the right memory.

“find a stronger memory, y/n.” lydia’s voice guided you and you placed the new disk into the dvd player.

raining harder

“you guys won!” you cheered, grabbing both of stiles’ hands in yours.

you were standing on the lacrosse field at the high school, and he was wearing a beacon hills jersey.

he was number 24.

it must’ve been winter, or just cold, because it was raining.

the grass was all soaking wet, and water dripped down your face and near your eyes as you looked up at him with the biggest smile.

my shoes are now full of water

“did i look super hot out on the field?” he joked. you knew he had only been out there for a few minutes.

“totally.” you pulled him by his shoulders and kissed him on the lips, drops of water falling off his hair.

“i did better than scott, right?” stiles asked after you pulled apart and you laughed.

“well…”

the boy made a face at you and you scoffed.

“okay, well, he’s team captain for a reason.”

“it’s fine, i know i was better than him.”

“you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

lovely to be rained on with you

“did you find a good one, y/n? something strong?” lydia asked and you shook your head.

“keep searching, y/n.” scott’s voice was just as soft as lydia’s, but she quickly shushed him.

“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory.”

it’s kinda cute, but it’s

you looked through the dvds and picked one out at random.

it wasn’t like you could pick and choose when they were all blank.

you thought, ‘better than nothing.’ and put it in the player.

so short

“again?”

“come on. please?” stiles made a sad face as he held out the star wars dvd to you. “we haven’t watched it in like… a month.”

“we just watched a star wars movie like a week ago.”

“yeah, but that was a new hope, so now we have to watch empire.”

“okay, fine, but my mom wants me home right after.”

“yes! also, don’t worry about that. i’ll drive you.” he smiled brightly as he put the disc into the dvd player in his living room then dropped onto the couch beside you. “you know, this is why you’re my favorite.”

“what?”

“scott would never watch this with me. especially not multiple times.”

“scott never watches movies with anyone. you should know this by now.” you bumped him with your elbow.

“i know, i know.” stiles slid his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek. “you’re still my favorite, though.”

then you’re driving me home

you sat in the passenger seat of stiles’ jeep, which sounded like it was going to fall apart as he drove it, later that night.

you glanced to your side, staring at his face.

you could tell a smile tugged on his lips and he looked to you for a split second.

“what are you staring at, weirdo?” he asked and you looked out the window again.

“nothing.”

“liar. you were looking at me.” he teased. “cause you think i’m so hot.”

“is that a crime?”

“oh, definitely not. you can look at me all you want.”

there was silence between you two for a moment as he pulled into your driveway. you sighed.

he looked at you this time.

“do i have to leave?”

he chuckled and gave you a kiss. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“see you tomorrow…”

and i don’t want to leave

“keep pushing, y/n.” lydia motivated. “search deeper. you can find the one you need.”

“do i have to leave?” you muttered the words. “see you tomorrow…”

lydia sighed. “y/n, try searching deeper. you’ve got this.”

there was a growing stack of dvds being dumped on your bed after going through its memory.

you picked out another one.

but i have to go

“come on. you don’t need to go in there.” you pointed up at the building beside you inside the large gates. “you’re not crazy.”

“i don’t want to hurt anyone, y/n.” stiles spoke, sheriff stilinski standing beside him. “especially not you.”

“but eichen house?” you stared at him sadly. “stiles…”

he reached out his hand and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. he kissed the top of your head.

“i love you, y/n.”

you sighed, your arms keeping him as close as possible. you didn’t want to let him go. “i love you too, stiles.”

you kiss me in your car

“come on, stiles. breathe.” you cupped the boy’s face in your hands. “try not to think about it. think about something else.”

“like what?” he panted, looking up at you with sad eyes and a broken expression.

you were both sat on the locker room floor, he was having a panic attack.

“happy things. friends, family-” you stopped yourself after he gave you a look. “okay, not family. try not to think about your dad. just breathe.”

“i…” he hyperventilated. you adjusted your hands on the sides of his face. his eyes met yours.

that was all you could see. his eyes.

“stiles, just breathe.” you could see there wasn’t really a difference in his actions. you leaned forward and attached your lips to his.

his eyes went wide, but he seemed to melt into the kiss.

you pulled apart and he stared into your eyes, his breathing slowed down, the panic attack over.

you grabbed his hand and he intertwined your fingers.

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

“i kissed him.” you spoke to lydia and the others, your eyes closed as you sat at the table in front of them. “he was having a panic attack. i kissed him.”

“holding your breath stops a panic attack.” lydia nodded, explaining to the others. “now, y/n, find something deeper. something more important to you. something more important to him.”

“to stiles.”

“exactly.”

the next dvd was higher up on the shelf, you grabbed it easily.

bedsheets, no clothes

you were lying beside stiles, running your finger along his bare chest.

he pulled you closer to him with a smile, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“hey.” he whispered.

you smiled back. “hey.”

“that was something.”

“a good something or a bad something?” you asked, still whispering.

“definitely a good something.” he rubbed his hand up your arm. “probably the best something. i don’t know if there’s been a better something—”

“alright, i get it.” you chuckled softly.

there was no need for the whispering, it was the evening and no one else was home, but you still did.

his hand ran along the side of your face. “you’re so beautiful.”

there was no way you could’ve fought off the smile on your face as your cheeks warmed.

touch me like nobody else does

“definitely a good something.” you recalled. “he said it was definitely a good something.”

“what was?”

you went quiet again, searching through the different dvds.

some memories were shorter than others, just conversations or things like that.

“find something, y/n. good or bad.”

lovely to just lay here with you

you picked out another dvd. it was blank like all of the others, but it seemed different.

you took it off the shelf because it seemed to be staring right at you, practically calling your name.

you played that one.

the memory didn’t give you a feeling that it would bring him back, but it felt like something you needed to see.

you’re kinda cute, and i would say all of this

“come on, stiles.” you whispered. “you can talk to me.”

he was ignoring you. and you had no clue why.

he sighed and your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

it was late at night and you were both lying in his bed, him with his back to you.

“can you just… drop it?” he mumbled. “i’m not in the mood.”

“what happened, stiles?”

“nothing, just go to sleep.” he adjusted himself in the bed slightly, but didn’t face you.

“stiles…”

but i don’t wanna ruin the moment

time seemed to skip and he was sitting up, facing you.

“what? do you not trust me or something?” you asked.

“no, that’s not it—” he cut himself off. “i just don’t want to talk about it.”

“stiles, i get that, but i want to know what’s going on with you.” you put your hand on his shoulder and he, quite obviously, winced. “what’s up with your shoul—”

“nothing, y/n. just leave it.” he winced again and pushed your hand off. “i don’t need your help.”

“seriously?” you scoffed as he turned his back to you again. “you know what? whatever.”

you pushed the covers of his bed off and stood up, slipping your shoes on.

“where are you going?” stiles asked, sitting up again.

“home.” you answered. “you obviously need space, so i’m respecting that. i’m not gonna push it anymore.”

“wait, babe,” he started getting out of his bed. “i don’t want you to go.”

“i’m still going, stiles.” you picked up your backpack. “we can talk tomorrow.”

“it’s late.”

“i’m aware. my car’s outside, remember?”

“please stay.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever the hell’s going on with you right now.”

lovely to sit in between comfort and chaos

standing in your bedroom, staring at the tv as you left stiles’ bedroom, you remembered the fact that you didn’t talk the next day.

stiles just never said anything about it to you.

not until after everything with theo was practically over.

basically everyone else knew about it, but you.

he didn’t think you would understand, which was probably the most upsetting part for you because you did.

you understood it was self defence. you understood he did it because if he didn’t he would’ve died.

but it’s over

“y/n? are you okay?” scott asked, ignoring lydia as she shushed him.

you nodded. being hypnotised was weird.

lydia had taken notice of your saddened expression too.

“find a different memory, y/n. i know you can do this.”

then you’re driving me home

the next memory you found was not long after theo was literally sent to hell.

you were with stiles in his jeep. he was driving you home again. except this time going home from scott’s house.

the car was silent, but not in the usual comfortable way. neither of you had really spoken to the other since that night, only really for pack stuff.

you were terrified that he thought the two of you had broken up, and he was scared of the exact same thing.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you that night.” stiles spoke up. “i should’ve said something.”

“no, i get why you didn’t. i was being pushy and you didn’t want to—”

“i did want to tell you.” he sighed. “i was so scared, y/n. i thought there was a chance that you wouldn’t understand or something and i’d lose you.”

he looked right at you.

“i mean, scott didn’t.”

“that was theo’s fault.” you told him. “scott didn’t know the full story. you know he knows the truth now.”

“mm.” he seemed to agree, but you could tell something was still off by his body language.

you took the hand he didn’t have on the wheel into yours.

and it kinda comes out as i get up to go

“you know, i still love you, right?” you told him after he stopped and he looked over at you.

“wha— oh, yeah. yeah, i know.” he nodded, avoiding your eyes, looking outside the car.

“do you know?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, then shrugged.

“i do, stiles.” you kissed his cheek. “i love you, and that never changed.”

“never?”

“not for one moment.”

he smiled, then laughed softly, then leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.

“i love you too.”

you kiss me in your car

“it never changed.” you sniffled slightly. “i still loved him after everything. he was so scared i wouldn’t, but it never changed.”

“after what, y/n?” lydia asked, hoping more elaboration would help them bring back stiles.

“after donovan.”

scott knew what you were talking about, that was something he had remembered when he thought about stiles.

“after i knew, i still loved him, and he still loved me.”

and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before

then you picked up one more dvd. you just stared at its blank cover and seemed to know what it was.

putting the disk in, you watched as you ran with stiles to his jeep in the school parking lot.

this was the last memory you had of stiles. the last time you had really seen him.

but it’s not real

“y/n, babe, listen. you’re going to forget me.” stiles’ voice seemed to echo around you as you recalled the night.

“no, i won’t. stiles, i won’t.”

“you will.” he cupped your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. “you will.”

you shook your head as tears threatened to spill. “i won’t.”

“it’s okay, just find some way to remember me. any way.”

“stiles…”

and you don’t exist

“i was the last person to see him.” you spoke to your friends. “i was there when they took him. i saw it happen.”

that night was so long ago, but all the details were rushing back to you now.

you were starting to remember it all.

not just that night, but everything about stiles.

and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed

“i know you’ll find some way to remember me.” he squeezed your hand. “ do you remember the first time we danced at the winter formal? you were the first girl i ever danced with.”

you had gone together as friends, despite everyone knowing you had crushes on each other.

“remember how we started dating that summer.”

“the summer before junior year.” you nodded.

“yeah.” he stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear. “that was the best summer of my life.”

you chuckled. “mine too.”

“remember all those sleepovers we’ve had. remember when we’ve fought. remember every time we’ve kissed, or…” he paused and just stared you in the eyes.

the interior of the car was silent, but the wind blew violently outside.

“just remember i love you, okay?” he kissed your hand. “please just remember that. i need you to.”

then he was pulled from the car. the wind stopped and he was gone.

it hits me in the car

you sat there, curled into a ball in the passenger seat, sobbing.

you muttered over and over. “i remember. just remember. i promise.”

you hated the silence, and you hated that he was gone. you didn’t even notice that he had started to slip from your mind.

not until you walked into school the next day, anxiety overwhelming you as your brain tried to remember why it felt like you were forgetting something.

why it felt like a whole piece of you was missing.

just then, remembering what it was like when he was taken, every single memory of yours that included stiles came rushing back.

memories from when you were friends as kids, up until high school. memories from after scott was bitten, back when stiles had his buzzcut.

memories from when he was possessed by the nogitsune. memories from all the times both of you had almost died.

memories of the two of you before and after you started dating. memories with scott and the pack, memories with his dad, memories alone.

all of it.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you opened your eyes and looked around. you weren’t in your bedroom anymore, you were back in argent’s underground bunker with lydia, scott and malia.

“y/n.”

lydia had tried to get your attention, but stiles’ voice played over and over in your mind.

you could see bright lights coming from outside the room, and you rushed out. the three of your friends who were still there ran after you.

you stopped in the corridor, the lights so bright you couldn’t see anything.

then you could see him.

not his face, or any defining qualities at all, but you knew it was him.

he was more like a silhouette, but you could recognize stiles stilinski anywhere.

“stiles.” you breathed out, a smile breaking out onto your face.

you were finally going to have him back. after months of the awful anxiety and feeling that something was missing.

he was like the last piece of your puzzle, and you were going to be complete.

then the light faded.

before

a/n: first post on tumblr help this is scary

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #dylan o'brien #dylan o’brien x reader #scott mccall #lydia martin #malia tate #liam dunbar #theo raeken #lizzy mcalpine #x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi smut #stiles stilinski oneshot #ceilings lizzy mcalpine #sheriff stilinski #void stiles #kira yukimura #allison argent #stydia #stalia

[core4writes]

Hi I can request one where the reader and Colby are in a long-distance relationship and they meet for the first time and it's all cute

awww i love thiss❤️

Colby in a long-distance relationship💕

 i feel like colby wouldnt be in a long-distance relationship but idk

warnings: none 🥺

pairing: colby brock x foreign reader fem pronouns

colby's pov: 

i have been waiting for the days to go by of y/n coming to America, its hard being in a long-distance relationship. all the face time calls and text messages, its hard because different time zones.

it all started when Katrina and Sam went on a couples trip to France, they partied it up over there and Kat met y/n. ever since Kat and Sam came back from France Kat has never shut up about y/n, "but you dont understand colby she is sooooo nice, i miss her." Kat even texted y/n all the time.

so i had to see what all the hype was about , and i looked up y/n on instagram. she was gorgeous of course so i followed her on insta and the rest is history, we decided to talk for a little though because i dont wanna date a girl behind a screen but oh boy i fell hard in-love for the girl behind the screen. a mouth of dating i just couldnt do it i just needed to se her.

3 months in is where she told me she is moving to America, i was so excited and i could never been happier. it took a while to get her visa and bah bah bah paperwork, but in the end it is all worth is. 5 mouths together and now me, kat, and sam are all sitting at the airport waiting for her to come.

"colby, your nervous." sam patted me on the back, "how could you tell?" sam looked at me "because your chomping down on your nails." we laugh.

"oh, oh i see her!" kat yelped and pointed at the stunning girl coming towards us, my heart drops to my ass when i see y/n. i cant help lightly jog towards her, "y/n."

i wrapped her around my arms, seeing her up close was a blessing. "well hello colby." she wrapped her arms around me too dropping her luggage.

"welcome home." i say.

a/n

this is short but oh well i love it.💕💕

#colby brock x reader #fanfic #fiction #headcanons #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #wattpad #writing #long distance #core 4 #trap house #sam and colby #katrina stuart #x y/n #dylan o'brien smut

[musewritingsforyou]

A Normal? Day

Summary: A normal day in the life of Beacon Hills Favorite Couple

Warnings: unbearable Fluff, plot points that wont make sense just yet

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I realized I dont have any of my Stiles work updated yet! This is just a short little oneshot to show people what my stiles writing will kind of be like. I wrote it to be included in a season rewrite that I am doing but It didnt fit great so now im just giving it to you for fun!

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*somethings that wont make sense to you will be explained if you go read my series rewrite in the next few weeks!*

A normal day in a supernatural world. 

Step one, wake up. 

Waking up is a long process for me. My lovely hyperactive boyfriend did what he always does for me each morning, wake up about thirty minutes before me, sit there as still as he can (which is not very still) to let me sleep in, give up after ten minutes and then get out of bed. Stiles woke up at six this morning, playing with my hair as I slept before he finally got out of bed. Like every morning since we started doing this, he placed his pillow and a spare flannel in my arms so I wouldn't  ‘get cold and lonely’, and then went to get himself ready for school. This was a relatively short process, throw on some pants, decide between a sweatshirt or a flannel, find the backpack and then he's pretty much done. For me on the other hand, it's a little different.

“y/n/n, I gave you five extra minutes. You gotta get up.” I groaned and moved the pillow that was in my arms to cover my face. To my disappointment Stiles took it off and started peppering me with kisses until I opened my eyes with a scowl on my face.

“I love you but I really hate you.” He gave me a classic Stiles grin as he moved backwards off of the bed. 

“I know, you make sure to tell me that every time I wake you up.” 

After walking out the door, and then back to it within seconds to make sure I was actually getting up, Stiles went downstairs to make some coffee and left me to get ready. I was running late, per usual, but by the time I made it to the car all of my things were there waiting for me, along with Stiles who held out a travel cup of coffee just the way I like it and forcibly handed me a banana.

“Eat.” I shook my head and motioned for him to drive. 

“Too early, If I eat right now I'll actually puke all over your car.” He started the car and drove with one hand as he kept the banana extended. 

“Babe, we do this every morning and every morning I remind you that-” I snatched the fruit from his hand as I finished his sentence. 

“Breakfast is important and if you don't eat it in three hours you're going to come to me during class with a panicked look on your face telling me you think you're about to pass out. I know, I remember.” 

I sound sarcastic like this every morning, but even through the snide remarks and the occasional unnecessary and undeserved insult, Stiles still looks at me like I'm the answer to the universe.

Step two, school. For this one I recommend that you don’t do what I manage to do every year, fill your schedule with all honors and AP classes, zero breaks or study halls, and more than three extra-curriculars.

I won't bore you with the rather slow details of a highschool senior. I will however give you this, classes are hard, I don't think I will ever be able to use a red pen in my entire life, and with each passing day somehow I find a way to be even more stressed than the day before. 

The day ended with me sitting on a bench with Lydia and Malia, watching our boys play lacrosse from across the field and inevitably laughing our asses off whenever either of them would look over to make a face at us and get tackled or hit with something from the field. Ah the simple pleasures, you know? As we both waited for Stiles and Scott, Lydia and I spread our various school textbooks out on the bench in front of us, in all about sixteen heavy books set open as we studied. When Coach finally blew his whistle with one ear shattering blow after another the boys ran to us, practically dripping in sweat. Stiles bound up the bleachers, skipping some of the steps and leaned down in front of me, waiting for a kiss. I didn't look up from my textbook, and neither did Lydia as she responded to the boys while hovering over her calculus homework.

“Nice try boys, but before you even think about going anywhere but a dog kennel, you need to take showers.” There were a few mumbled protests but again without looking up she shooed them with her hands. 

“Come on, off you go.” I giggled a little as they marched away in defeat, their cleats making a crunching sound when they reached the grass. 

Step three, finally to get home, only to have to go to a pack meeting. 

Like every other Friday the pack all met in Scotts living room, this time all agreeing to stay away from anything breakable. I promised Melissa I wouldn't let them destroy the house while she was out, and I keep my promises. At the moment there were no big problems. Though I still wince a little when I say it, it seems like everything in Beacon Hills is… normal. As weird as that sounds. But we still meet once a week, every week it becomes more of a group study/hangout than a real meeting, but spending time with our friends was more valuable than any solution we had come up with before. The only issue to discuss at this meeting was me. I wouldn't call it an issue exactly, but after finding out about my… species? People? Clan? I don't know what to call it, but after finding out about what I am, we still have almost no information about what that really means, for me or for them. 

“Liam, as much as I appreciate the input, I don’t think being a truth seeker literally means that I can cheat on multiple choice tests. Even if it did, morally I will tell you again, cheating is a bad thing, and also none of my classes use multiple choice.” 

They all tried their best to put Stiles and I at ease, telling us that in time we would figure it all out. But that was the thing, we didn't have time. We’re seniors just a few months from leaving this town for college, and once I leave I don't see myself flying across the country once a week just so that I can make sure I know the “truth” of Beacon Hills. The sun finally set and Stiles and I said our goodbyes, walking hand in hand out the jeep before heading to his house for the night. 

Step four, stay up until three in the morning looking for answers about what supernatural powers you have. yeah , I know, that one's a kicker. 

As soon as Stiles and I stepped foot in the door of his room we threw off our bags and changed into sweatpants. I took the flannel he gave to me this morning and placed it over my tank top as we stood in front of his clear board as if waiting for an idea to come to us by itself. The board was still blank, nothing there but a picture of me and Stiles together at the lookout in the woods. A little reminder that no matter what crazy ideas are thrown onto this board, we always have each other. We settled into our usual spots, Stiles standing and pacing in the middle of the room while I spread books and papers out over his bed, laying on my stomach and staring into the pages. 

Finally, Step five, wait for the full frustration to kick in, and then once it's there, find a cute boy to calm you down.

I was laying flat on my stomach with four books in front of me, two from school, two from Lydia on the supernatural. I was hoping that in between my AP calculus homework and my college physics textbook I could figure out something new about my identity. News flash, it wasn't working. I groaned at the words in front of me, frustrated that for some reason the letters were swimming in and out. I took the books (all four of them) and slammed them shut before throwing them aggressively onto the ground in front of Stile’s bed and then taking the papers and just tossing them onto the air without any thought of aim or purpose. Stiles stopped pacing and stood still in front of his board, which now had a few red squiggles here and there along with the photo and a horrible attempt at drawing a wolf. He turned slowly to me with a marker in his hands.

“You good?”

“Not really.” He nodded and walked over, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and putting the marker down. While I was still lying on my stomach he placed a hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

“baby, do you know what time it is right now?” I placed my head in my hands and responded. 

“No. Do I want to?” 

“No, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It's three in the morning.” I said nothing and just signed into my hands. Stiles ignored my angry sighs and continued. 

“Babe do you know what that means?” I shook my head. 

“Well first of all it means that you are probably exhausted, which is why you're getting so frustrated with yourself, but more importantly it means that we have two hours before that night time diner downtown closes.” I looked up fast. 

“Are you talking about the one with the pie, and the fries and the shakes.” He looked at me very seriously and nodded. Without another word I popped up on the bed and threw on a pair of crocs.

 “Stiles, no matter what I say in the mornings when you wake me up, I love you so much I think you might even be higher on my list than eating pie at three in the morning.” He gave me a broad smile and kissed me on the cheek. 

“Say no more, love.”

#teen wolf #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles #stiles stilinski #oneshot #dylan o'brien #reader insert

[strangerquinns]

The Library

Ever's Masterlist: Links to all stories categorized by actor or show.

*some links may be broken due to URL change, fixing in progress*

STRANGER THINGS (Steve,Eddie, Robin + more)

concepts/blurbs

DYLAN O'BRIEN

concepts/blurbs \\ page two

imagines + miniseries

FEZCO (Euphoria)

concepts/imagines

EVAN PETERS

concepts/imagines

DOLAN TWINS

ethan dolan concepts/blurbs

grayson dolan concepts/blurbs 

dolan twins imagines/oneshots

grayson dolan chaptered stories

MARVEL

bucky barnes/sebastian stan masterlist

tom hiddleston + characters masterlist

andrew garfield + tasm peter parker masterlist

matt murdock + daredevil masterlist

LIST OF THOSE I WRITE FOR: UPDATED 10-13-22

STORY RECOMMENDS

#evers library

[kaylinlmfao]

Welcome

My name is Kaylin, I'm 19, and I'm in love with Ethan Landry. I love to read, write, and bake. I'm bisexual and single.

This is pretty much just my rules and fandoms. My masterlists for different fandom's will be on this page. This is mostly a smut blog. Minors DNI. If anyone needs someone to vent to, message me. I'm here.

I only write fem or gender neutral reader

Fandoms and people I write for (starred and bold is the main fandom I am in at the moment but you can still request others!)

Masterlist in progress I promise

*Scream - Ethan (fucking love of my life I love you so much ill write anything for him I swear), Tara, Sam, Mindy, Anika, Chad, Quinn, Kirby, Sidney, Dewey, Gale, Billy, Mickey, Stu, Tatum, Amber, Jill, request others

Outer Banks - JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Topper, John B, Pope, Rafe, Ward, request others

Shameless - Lip, Fiona, Carl, Debbie, Ian, Mickey, Mandy, Veronica, Kevin, request others

The Hunger Games - Young Snow (fucking loml number 2 fr), Katniss, Gale, Johanna, Finnick, Peeta, Haymitch, request others

The Turning - Miles

The Goldfinch - Theo, Boris, request others

Ginny and Georgia - Maxine (fem reader only), Georgia, Zion, Paul, Ginny, Abby, Marcus, Norah, Brodie, Hunter, Press, request others

IT 2017 - Eddie, Richie, Bev, Bill, Stan, Mike, Ben, request others

MCU - Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Val, Agatha, Scarlet Witch, request others (I'm a little hazy on the boys)

The Umbrella Academy - Five (loml number 3)

Decendants - Mal, Ben, Evie, Audrey, Uma, Harry, request others

Teen Wolf - Stiles, Void Stiles, Theo, Scott, Liam, Lydia, Malia, Brett, Kira, Allison, Kate, request others

Harry Potter - Anyone just request

Celebrities - Billie Eilish, Finn Wolfhard, Sadie Sink, Millie Bobby Brown, Jenna Ortega, Sturniolo Triplets, Maya Hawk, Ethan Hawk, Elizabeth Olsen, Dylan O'Brien, Thomas Brodie Sangster, Holland Roden, Eminem, request others

American Horror Story: Tate Langdon, request others

Do Revenge - Max, Eleanor, Drea, Tara, Russ, request others

I'm open to writing anyone and anything from these fandoms but you can also request things from other fandoms not listed above. I may have to watch the show or scenes before writing, but I will complete all requests, questions, imagines, oneshots, drabbles, and series based off of your request. Just request it, let me know what you want, and I'll do it

What I will write

Smut. This will mostly be a smut blog so please, minors DNI

Romantic/Platonic Headcannons

NSFW/SFW Headcannons

Yandere (my fave thing to write)

Angst

If whatever you're thinking of isn't on the list, that's ok. I don't have any hard no's so just request and I'll decide if I'm comfy writing it. Thanks. Feel free to request if you have an idea that you'd like to see be written! Also, if you'd like, you can message me for whatever! :)

#matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #billie eilish #finn wolfhard #sadie sink #millie bobby brown #stranger things smut #one shot #x reader #fem reader #drabble #star wars #teen wolf #dylan o'brien #harry potter #the vampire diaries #the originals #legacies #the umbrella academy #wanda mcu #mommy wanda #american horror murder house #decendants #decendants 2 #decendants 3 #jamesy boy #stiles stilinski

[xoxokiaraaxoxo]

I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (23%)

20 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@earthtoharlow

@goldensonlyangel

@l0caltiredgirl

@multistann

@reidselle

I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#fezco x reader - 3 posts

#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts

#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

#peter parker x reader - 2 posts

#euphoria imagine - 2 posts

#brad simpson x reader - 2 posts

#nate jacobs x reader - 2 posts

#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts

#vinnie hacker x reader - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#tom holland peter parker x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Love Songs

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.

Requested by @gpiggy98

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.

You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile

"Hey Pete"

"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"

"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag

"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.

"I got it," you tell him.

"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.

You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.

"Are you excited?" he asks you

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.

"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies

When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane

"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"

You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?

A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits

-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister

-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida

-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

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[dylandrhodes]

Slightly modified from the smit prompts, but 'I want to count every one of your [moles] with my lips'. This is too perfect for Dylan, I can't. Excited to see where you might take it!

- Trashy 😍

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For you! of course, Got a little carried away with this one lol but hope yall enjoy

Warning? mildish? smut below the cut 😊😊

Count (Dylan O'brien)

You were not drunk.

You were not drunk, you were just blinking away doubled vision as you tried to focus on the form of your man beside you.

No, it wasn’t that you were drunk, it was just that Dylan had decided he wanted to make the spicy margaritas that were your favourite at your local dive.

He'd come home from the grocery hope that evening (usually something you'd do together, but his sole responsibility this week when you'd picked up over time and he wasn't currently filming).

Dylan's excited explanation, between soft kisses after he'd laid out his in haul in the kitchen, had been that your block of days off and his press commitments being done for a couple weeks was cause for celebration.

Trying to recreate them perfectly had turned into endless rounds of taste testing until the blender was a mess in the sink and you and Dylan were sat on the cool tiles kitchen floor, backs against the dishwasher as you nursed the melting ends of recipe 6.

The heat of the room was trapped in your pinked cheeks and your hand pushed up to lazily press the strand of hair back behind your eat that had fallen into your eyes.

You hummed at the cool feeling of your hand against your warmed skin and pressed your fingers to your cheeks before you slipped your fingers down to rest on your neck, felt the fluttering of your pulse thrumming heavy under your skin.

Your tongue darted out from your lips, licked them wet and felt them tingle with the mix of tequila and spice that lined the rim of the glass.

A soft laugh drew your eyes back to the man beside you, lids heavy as you traced his shape. His own glass was loose in his hand, looking small in the span of his fingers, the other handheld his phone, fingers moved as he most likely added to the playlist flowing through the home speakers.

The pair of you had taken to the floor when you'd found yourself stumbling over each other's feet as you tried to clean the mess from dinner. It had mostly comprised of getting distracted in each other, Dylan pulling you in to spin you around, singing along to the music playing through the speakers; kissing against the counter and arguing which round of drinks had been the closest to the original.

The light of the kitchen was low, a wash of warm orange light that made the cropped fuzz of Dylan’s hair glow, a fire outline of his shape. Your eyes dropped to caress the line of his jaw, the pink pout of lips, the sheen of them illuminated by the light of his phone.

The song changed and you dragged your legs up from where they had been sprawled in front of you, toes now pressed into the cool floor. You raised your hand to cup your jaw, smiled as you held up your heavy head to watch Dylan raise his glass up to his lips once more for a long sip, head tilted back just so.

His throat stretched, head tipped to show the line of his neck, the strong cords of muscle and the swell of his Adam's apple. The neck of his shirt was loose, a faded old black T-shirt that was a favourite of his, stolen from a movie set years past now. It was worn in a soft to the touch, smelt of Dylan and their washing powder always.

Your fingers dropped and smoothed against the bare skin of your thigh as you watched him, your knees bowed inward just so.

He looked strong like this, you thought, the width of his shoulders against the dishwasher, the thick line of throat the dip before the meeting point of his clavicles just visible, the way his hand consumed the circumference of the glass easily.

You swallowed and swayed as you set your glass down to the left of you before turning in to let your eyes more easily keep Dylan.

With a tilt of his head, the glow of the light streaming in from the windows changed, illuminated the constellation of moles that mapped the span from ear to lips. You shivered at the brush of heat on your thigh and your gaze flickered to find Dylan’s fingers, skimmed up and down the line of skin, a hazy touch that Dylan barely seemed aware of himself.

His phone was abandoned in his lap, the hand not on you still held the almost empty glass, head laid back against the dishwasher, eyes closed lashes casting a long shadow. He was humming, you realised after a breath, lost in the swell of music, seemingly content with the lazy flirt of skin on skin as his fingers danced pattern on your skin.

Heat breathed up your spine, fire from Dylan’s fingers to the inside of your thigh, up through to the base of your stomach, a kiss of butterflies under your ribs.

You sighed, and watched, and wanted, licked your lips and returned your eyes to the map on flushed skin, the sun kisses dark landmarks that drew your eyes to the line of his ear, jaw, throat, soft skin hot from alcohol.

A soft sound passed your lips as you turned in closer to Dylan, blinked once, twice until you blinked and your nose and lips and eyelashes had found Dylan’s cheek.

Your next blink was an incidental butterfly kiss before your lips pursed in a soft press, under the mole that you knew was there, larger than the others just a breath away from his lips.

Dylan’s long fingers paused, greedy with the skin of your right thigh, palm flattened and fingers curled to take grip, a light scratch of nails as he relaxed his fingers before he took hold once more.

You had lingered, and finally exhaled before you drew your mouth blindly to the trio of lighter freckles that bridged to the next mole just lips away from the hinge of his jaw. You kissed the skin, licked your lips of his taste before you kissed again, leaving a brush of wet skin behind.

Your arms grew restless in your own lap then, the heat of Dylan close, under your lips, the stillness of him as he let you kiss on him. His frame was warm and solid under you, his body rose and fell with his breaths, chest jostled you just so with the subtle movement. His breaths and his grip on your thigh were his only participation.

Your touch blindly found Dylan’s shoulder then, fingers sought the side of his neck, held him as your mouth found its next target, your favourite mole perfectly below his earlobe.

you found it with lips and then the bite of teeth, a deep inhale through your nose and you pressed closer, limbs heavy and melting where you held onto him.

Dylan seemed to come to life with the nip of your teeth against his skin, hands found your waist, a hot thrill pushed through your skin as he gripped. His head turned, met you with his nose bumping your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“What you up to baby?”

You shivered, his voice was a low husking whisper, and some silly part of you twisted with an ache of longing, you wanted him closer still just from the hum of his voice like you weren’t already skin to skin.

You huffed, frustrated as if Dylan had ruined your plans, sprung you in your scheme, as a traitorous blush swallowed your cheeks and nose and chin.

“Nothin” you replied, scratched your nails in a circle against his neck, went back to your focus, hoping that would keep him still a little longer.

You pulled back just far enough to bridge to the next mole on his neck, pressed three lingering kisses there before nuzzling in, unable to help but follow the smell of Dylan. It was warm and clean and boy washed with the alcohol he’d been drinking and a light sheen of sweat glowing on the back of his neck.

“Oh, you’re not trying something on with me?”

Dylan asked again, whole his body had gone warm and relaxed in your arms under the simple scratch of nails and presses of lips. quiet smirk on his lips.

Despite the way he’d melted into you, you could feel the curiosity in his hands on your frame, the way his fingers fidgeted, played with the thin fabric of your tee between his fingertips, twisting it up lazily till the cotton pulled tight against your skin.

You smirked at his words, unable to help yourself when a small bundle of giggles grew and burst from between your lips, shoulders shimmered with it as your hand gripped tighter to his neck. Your lips vibrated against the freckled skin you’d been kissing at as you smoothed your laughter.

“Don’t really have to try it do I Dyl, you’re kinda an easy drunk”

It's an easy tease, but you can’t help yourself, really because it was true and you both knew it.

“Oh” was the only breath of warning you got before his hold tightened on you, strong hands took a grip of your waist and he positioned you in his lap easily.

You let out a small whimper of defeat and pulled you away from your target once more.

“I’m an easy drunk?”

Dylan asked then, his hand moved to hold you under your chin, tilted your chin up to lock your eyes in his. His gaze was fire warm and his lids were low, lashes a dark smudged frame around dark brown.

“Big words for the girl who was copping a feel”

his voice was low, steady and deliberate and your lower stomach pulled with it, you kept his gaze until the room bent around you and your drink warmed body swayed, eyes pulled away.

“Was not copping a feel” You refuted and found yourself a nice place to rest your head, the warmth of Dylan’s shoulder under your cheek.

“Big talk, girl, big talk” Dylan’s laughter shook his chest and rocked you with it, one of his hands found your hair and his fingers skimmed the strands.

You pulled back with a sigh and shake your head, the motion heavy and you let out a fumbled laugh at the way your vision blurred.

“I wasn’t putting the moves on you Dyl”

You paused to try to find the right words that didn’t show your hand.

“I just, um decided that- well I was looking at you like your face and stuff” your hand waved vaguely in front of yourself as your tequila sweetened mind stumbled around your words.

“I decided I wanted to count all your moles with my lips, because we don’t know like the official count, I guess in case we needed that, like, information”

You trailed off and reached quickly to pick up Dylan’s cup, sipping at the last of the mostly melted icy drink.

You were only maybe half hiding behind the glass to hide the dark red of your cheeks, the realisation that what you said out loud was maybe a bit more embarrassing than just agreeing that you wanted to get handsy with him.

The sound of your own heart pounded full in your ears and you exhaled, felt your chest rise and fall with the movement. The room was filled only by the sound of Frank Ocean's voice rolling around you both, sweet, steady and low.

A bead of water dove from the base of the stemware, the condensation dripped onto the fabric of your tee just to the left of your breast, wet the fabric through as Dylan’s hand met yours to ease the glass out of your grip.

You shivered with it, the drop of cold water, the touch, the tequila at the bottom of the drink that burned a hot line down the centre of you.

“That’s mine” Dylan breathed, placed his lips on the glass where yours had been, took the very last few drops on his lips before he set it to the side with his eyes locked on yours, held in them a dark intention.

It was a smouldering gaze that drew the lines of you, the shape he knew so well under the tee and small sleep shorts you wore.

You suppressed a shiver, licked your lips and drew a small breath. The space between was hot, a wire line coiled between you that had you pressing your hips down subconsciously, your thighs widened and you felt your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your shirt.

The tequila already had you spinning, skin hot, but it held nothing to the proximity of Dylan.

His hands found yours once more, thumbs and fingers circled your wrists and picked them up to place your palms flat against his chest. His fingers drew up the outside of your arms, thumb pressed in and smoothed over the taut muscles of your forearms.

The heat of his skin was thick even through the fabric of his t-shirt and your fingers pressed in, hungry for more of him, starving with the weight of Dylan’s eyes on you.

The brown of his eyes fell to your mouth then, lingered, but never pressed closer to follow through.

His silence and stillness were so unlike him, Dylan was all hands first followed by mouth lips and teeth and you ached for the familiar grip that usually accompanied that gaze, the pull of you into him over and over.

His hunger for you had never been so quiet.

You wanted to know what he thought, wanted his reaction, wanted him to follow through in the promises his eyes were making.

You pressed closer, a drag of your hips down, Dylan’s sweats bunched with the movement under your thighs, pulled your lower back in, arse pushing back.

The man underneath you didn't respond in like, didn’t find the cradle of your hips with his own, no pressure to the hottest part of you.

“Dylan”

“Yes baby” he answered unhurried, words diligent from his tongue.

You watched his face, calm and expressionless as he regarded you, a glow of softness under his eyes and a wash of deep red in the hollows below his cheek bones that held you in his want.

“Dylan?” you repeat, a whisper this time, a question, the only word you could find in your mouth.

“Yes baby?” he whispered back, voice earnest.

He swallowed and you watched, he wet his lips and let his eyes undress you once more in a slow pour of his brown eyes.

He shrugged, hands finally moving to take you in them once more, found your thighs and followed them up to the hinge of your hips, kept going until he pushed up under the fabric of your t-shirt to place his hands against soft skin.

“You want to count, then count baby”

The gentle command made sweat bead at the low of your back, lids felt heavy with it, and you felt as the pulses in your wrist thundered.

He smirked then, easy and warm and your body tightened, your fingers wound up in his shirt and you leaned in just so, eyes watched the easy rise and fall of Dylan’s chest, his slow breaths as he watched you, leant back and waiting.

“Don’t get shy on me now, got a lot of ground to cover haven’t you?”

Dylan muttered when you didn’t react, his thumb drew lazy circles on your skin and licked his lips.

You sighed, and really, Dylan didn’t ever really need to ask, to invite you to his body because you always wanted, and he knew that.

But something about him lying in wait for your touch, so casual in his command, the way he watched you with a lazy intimacy made the low of your gut twist with a kick of a thrill; something low and dirty that thrummed a heartbeat between your legs.

Your knees drew in from where they were tucked on either side of Dylan’s wide frame, you tightened around nothing with the movement, only a tease of Dylan's fingers at your hips. Heat bloomed through your core as you willed his touch to push closer.

“Guess so” you agreed.

Dylan smelt ever so faintly like the cigarette he suck a few hours ago and you want to be wrapped up in it, woven to him like the lingering scent.

Your lips found the corner of his jaw, the predominant mole you know well and you mouthed at it. The man's large fingers cripped at your body with the contact, and you placed small kisses to cover it and the smatter of smaller freckles that marked the skin like a spin out of stars framing its moon.

Your arms twined around Dylan’s neck, leveraged yourself to tilt down into the seat of his lap, closer until your chest was pressed to the muscle of his, your breasts tight to his body. A deep breath shifted his chest against you, a brush over your pebbled nipples that made your lips part.

“One”

You whispered under your breath, exhaled over the line of Dylan’s neck as you felt the rock of his hips underneath you finally, a press of growing hardness to the centre of you, hot even through the layers of fabric that pulled with each lazy grind.

“One”

Dylan muttered back to you, and between heavy breaths, his hand found you, the low of your stomach, skimmed down with a feather touch to trace the seam of your shorts.

The touch was barely there and your back arched to take more of it, to feel the pressure that was anchoring your body pressed to where you wanted it.

“Ah” Dylan breathed and his other hand found the back of your neck then, slid up into your hair and gripped, drew your face to the side of his throat.

“Count” He mumbled, his finger still tracing the seamed line of your soft shorts, just a breath away from what you wanted. needed. You shivered, ached, and your head spun with it.

“Two” you whispered into his skin, the single word a beg, teeth grazed the mole, turning the surrounding skin red.

Dylan nodded and his single finger became two pressed against you. He slid his hand down so that his palm was in line with the heartbeat of your pussy at its peak, fingertips laying at the spot where your panties had started to dampen with your want.

You nodded, understanding his game and clenched your thighs to keep still, to be good.

“There we go, my clever baby”

Dylan praised, a smile in his words and you flushed, would have rolled your eyes if it wasn’t for the tequila that had washed away your usual initial resistance that came with Dylan’s blatant praising of you, of just how much you liked it.

“Just need to count as many as you want”

Dylan whispered to you like a secret, the love in his words made your next breath catch, stutter.

He pressed the pad of his fingers up just enough that the pressure, the promise of it made you gasp into his shoulder, as your body throbbed with it. Your fingers twisted in the waist of his sweats.

“Count”

Dylan encouraged you again and you nodded, eyes closed as your lifted your heavy head to find the sun mark closest to his lips, pressed a kiss over it.

“Three”

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[sunnydaisy1]

Supply cupboard

STILES STILINSKI X READER

A/N: did i watch 2 and a half seasons of teen wolf within 2 days. Yes, yes i did. Do i regret it? Absolutely not. Anyway yeah here’s this piece, the Stiles’ inspo is flowing and honestly how can it not, this man is gorgeous. Hope you enjoy! (also please if you have any thomas tmr or stiles fic recs send them my way i beg of you)

Stiles closed the door of his jeep shut, eyes meeting yours as you clambered out the passenger side."Okay here's the plan- we walk in, head to my dad's office, find the files, take photos and then get the hell outta there. I told him I was at Scott's studying and he said he was finishing with an arrest across town so we should be fine." He said and you nodded, grinning, "Simple and effective, just how I like it." Stiles winked and you both walked towards the station doors, eyes flickering around in nervousness. Stiles sauntered up to the reception, resting his forearms on the desk as he put on his charming smile. "Hiya, I left some homework in Dad's office yesterday can I just go in and grab it?" The women sitting there looked behind Stiles, raising her eyebrows at me before returning her steady gaze back on the freckled boy. I tried to give her my most innocent and angelic smile whilst Stiles replied. "Oh..uh y/n and I are studying together today." She narrowed her eyes at him, "Be quick Stiles." He grinned at her and slapped the desk, "Thanks!" before grabbing your hand and tugging you in the direction of the Sheriff's office. Stiles let go of your hand when you entered the room, instantly searching amongst the piles of paperwork on his Dad's desk for the correct files about the recent murders. You busied yourself with searching through the papers in the cabinet, heart pounding against your ribcage as you scanned each manila file. "Ah!" Stiles exclaimed and you walked over, watching as he pulled out his phone to take photos of the documents he uncovered. A loud pair of footsteps sounded down the hall, heading in your direction and you both looked up at each other simultaneously, eyes wide with fear. "Stiles quick put them back!" You whispered, helping him to shove the pages back into somewhat of a pile. "The supply cupboard come on y/n!" He whisper-yelled at you, pushing you towards the tiny cupboard in the small room joined to his father's office. Stiles tugged the cupboard door shut, peeking down at you in the darkened light. "Do you think he saw us?" He asked, soft breath fanning over your face as you faced him, chests pressing up against each other. "No but he'll hear us if you don't shut up." You stated, pressing forward into Stiles a bit more as a large metal basket dug into your back. At that moment, you watched through the grate at the top of the door as one of the officers placed some paperwork onto the Sheriff's desk. You both held your breaths, watching in anticipation as the officer glanced at his watch before walking back out again, letting you exhale in relief. "Stiles dude stop poking me." You whispered, nudging the flannel-clad boy in annoyance. Stiles furrowed his dark eyebrows, confusion clouding his face, "what? i'm not doing anything." Both your gazes dropped at the same time, before flicking back up to each other. Stiles shifted his feet in embrassment, his face visibly burning red even in the dark lighting of the cupboard. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to formulate some words in his brain, when you giggle, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle the laughter. Stiles shoots you a look, "I can't help it y/n stop laughing!" You grin up at him, "Really Stiles, I'm flattered, honestly. But as much as your dick is enjoying this situation, I however am not. So let's get the hell out of here before..." At that second, the cupboard door was wrenched open, revealing a fuming Sheriff, hands on his hips. "Oh..hi Dad." Stiles says, giving the man a salute. "What the hell do you two think you are doing in here?" The older man asks, hard gaze flicking between his son and cringing companion. "Just getting some uh...paperclips." You state, reaching behind Stiles to grab a pot of metal paperclips by his shoulders. Stiles grins at his Dad, nodding, "for the uh english project we got set today." The pair of you walk out the cupboard, Stiles holding a pack of paper in front of his crotch, tapping his feet on the carpet acting totally inconspicuous. The Sheriff glances down at his son before his eyes flick to the ceiling, seemingly asking for help. "I don't even want to know." He states before turning his gaze on you. "Y/N, considering that I still somehow think you're the more normal one in whatever this is." He gestures roughly in your's and Stiles' area. "Could you please take my son home before I strangle the pair of you." You grin cheekily up at Noah, "Sure thing Sheriff." You walk back into his office, tugging Stiles who was stood close behind you, pack of paper still held in place. "Leave the paperclips on my desk y/n." Stiles' Dad announces, and you sheepishly place them on the wooden surface. "Stiles. That means the paper too." The freckled teen glances at you before clearing his throat and awkardly placing the paper next to the pot of clips, not turning around to meet his father's eyes. You place yourself in front of Stiles slightly, pushing him behind you as you both slowly head out the room. "Absolutely lovely to see you again Sheriff, great pleasure, really was." You ramble, before the pair of you speed walk back down the corridor and out the station, faces similarly wincing in embarassment. Once you are back in Stiles' jeep and he is pulling out the parking lot, you burst into laughter, reflecting back on the situation that just occured. "Hey, totally not funny y/n. I think I just mentally scarred my father for life." Stiles' says, his own lips twitching up into a smile despite his words. 

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[goddesswritings]

peacefall - the beginning | Sam Taylor

Title: : peacefall – the beginning

Pairing: AU Ghost!SamTaylor x OC

Summary: Y/n is a writer, and her books are pretty popular. She moves into a house in the country to get away from the craziness of the city. She wants to put all her focus on her next book. Weird things begin happening in the house. She discovers she has a ghost, and he has quite a past. They begin to bond, but he begins to see that she is hiding something big from him. Something that will impact her life.

Word Count: 3k

Notes: Beware, this story contains major character death.

Also listen to the song peacefall by Purity Ring and you may be able to get some og the headspace I had when writing this.

This is an old fic that I changed to Sam. Mind you, I have not seen Amazing Stories, so this doesn’t follow the actual episode, it more like uses the likeness of Sam Taylor and makes him into an ancient Victorian character for the purpose of this ancient story of mine.

Masterlist

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“I have no true memory of meeting my parents for the first time. Of course not, I was just a babe, but I do know that they nurtured and loved me very much. Growing up, I never once questioned their love for me nor for each other, I just knew it was there.”

Recently, you moved into a beautiful old house. It was on the smaller side, with a narrow staircase that led up to the second floor, but it was perfect. The house had to have been built over a hundred years ago. It was filled with the most beautiful wood floors and moulding. Every room had some type of dark wood lining the walls and windows. Some of the wallpaper was peeling in a few of the rooms, but that was an easy fix. There were a few other things that needed fixing in the house as well. You knew the house had seen better days but were happy to be living in it.

There were two bedrooms, the main bedroom was located next to the bathroom. It had a nice row of windows on the far wall that showed the beautiful old neighborhood the house was in, as well as a beautiful little closet. The bathroom was pretty spacious for the small home, with a white clawfoot tub in the center of the room. You were in love with that tub the minute you laid eyes on it. Growing up, you’d always wanted a clawfoot tub.

The second bedroom was located at the end of the hall. There were only two windows in that room and there were two large trees that covered the sunlight from reaching the room. This caused the room to be a bit darker than normal, but you loved it all the same. You made that room into your personal office. You’re a writer. The room was the perfect place for you to work when inspiration struck. Especially because it allowed no distractions from the outside world.

Things were finally coming together for you. Your newest book had just been published and you’d finally saved enough to live on your own. You finally felt happy. You didn't have many friends or a boyfriend, but you were happy with yourself. Living alone would be good for you. It would allow you to focus and get a lot of writing done.

The first couple of weeks were quiet and nothing ever happened in the house. It seemed perfect, too perfect. You knew a house that old had to have some sort of past and you were willing to find out what it was. You were a naturally curious person.

Maybe a month into living in the house, things began to happen. Unimportant things would go missing and turn up in a completely different room. At first, you thought you’d just been moving the stuff and forgetting where you put it, but when a book you were reading disappeared when you explicitly remembered putting it on the bedside table, you knew something was going on.

At night there would be odd creaks that you hadn’t heard when you first moved in. One night you were sure there were footsteps in the hallway, but they were gone before you’d had a chance to investigate them. You knew what you heard was not in your mind. Even with this stuff happening, you were not afraid. You grew up in a haunted house, so it wasn’t new. Things just continued to happen for the next three months and you did your best to ignore them and just live life.

You were halfway done your next book when the notes for the book went missing. That didn’t make you happy, because it meant that whatever was doing it, was an intelligent spirit. You spent the entire day ravaging the house and trying to find the missing notes.

“This is not funny!” You yelled out while sitting in the middle of the living room, the house was a mess around you. After that, you swear you heard a laugh. This spirit just wanted to piss you off. This made you want to get some background on the house.

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You had all intentions to learn the past of the house, but life got busy. You had to make an impromptu trip a few hours away to New York to meet up with your editor and agent. Both wanted to talk about your upcoming book and what they should expect in it. You have to say a good thing about being a writer is being able to keep your identity secret. You were able to live your life normally without having to worry about being recognized, it was great. Anyway, the trip to New York lasted about a week and you couldn’t wait to return home.  

The house was quiet when you returned, eerily quiet. You didn’t know what to expect from the spirit in the house, but at that moment you were too tired to care. You were dying for a soak in that beautiful tub of yours. After placing your bags in the bedroom, you headed to the bathroom to start the tub. You filled it with some lavender bubble bath.

After the bath was started, you retreated to the bedroom to get ready. You tied up your hair up and changed into a blue silk robe. As you were headed back to the bathroom, you remembered to grab a glass of wine to help you relax. So you turned off the tub before heading back down the stairs to grab it.

Halfway down the stairs when you spotted a tall man standing in the living room. He was only there for a split second, but you knew what you saw was real. You shook your head and made your way into the kitchen. Pouring a glass of wine before heading back upstairs. Walking past the living room, you got chills, but cast it off as nothing. You made it back to the bathroom quickly and put the wine on the counter.

Just as you’d untied your robe, you heard your bedroom door close, you retied the robe and went out into the hallway. “Hello?” You expected a reply but got nothing.

You walked to the bedroom to find the door shut. When you tried to push it open, it wouldn’t budge. “What the hell. This is not funny at all.” You spoke and continued to push on the door. So you stopped and listened for any movement on the other side of the door but heard nothing.

Once again, you moved the door handle and it swung wide open, slamming into the wall. There was no one in the bedroom. Now you were beginning to get freaked out.

Shaking your head, you went back to the bathroom and started to remove the robe again. Letting it drop to the floor, you picked up the wine and stepped into the hot bath. You set the wine on window ledge beside the tub before finally relaxing against the warm porcelain of the tub. It had been a long time since you’d had the chance to relax like this. You closed your eyes and let the water relax you, you just let your mind wander.

You sipped the wine occasionally. It must have been fifteen minutes or so before you started to feel like you were being watched. Shooting up, you looked around the room, trying to find the source of the feeling, but as usual there was no one. This spirit seemed to be playing a lot of tricks.

After that you decided it was probably best that you retire to bed, because you felt like you were going crazy. Exiting the bath, you brushed your teeth, and changed into a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt. Then snuggled into your bed. You still felt like you were being watched but you pushed that aside and went to sleep.

You were sure you’d gone to sleep, but now you found yourself sitting in the living room. You were dressed up in a beautiful blue dress and it seemed you were waiting for someone. Two minutes later you heard footsteps and a gorgeous man entered the room. He was tall. If you had to guess, he was about six feet tall. He had the darkest brown hair that was perfectly set on his head. His face had a cute scruffy beard that fit him so well. Everything about him was cute and screamed innocence.

“I love that color on you, darling.” He spoke sitting beside you on the couch. His voice was attractive.

“Thank you. I knew you would love this color.” You spoke in the dream. You weren’t speaking on your own will. The words came out without permission.

“You know me all too well, my love.” The man leaned in to kiss your cheek, a light blush formed on your cheeks. “You know I love you so much, Annabelle.”

That’s not your name.

“Oh yes I do, and you know I love you.” That was when you realized that it wasn’t your voice you were hearing and the woman sitting on the couch was not you. You were now standing on the other side of the room. She resembled you a little bit, but she was not you. Her hair was a couple shades lighter than yours. Her skin a couple shades darker than yours.

“That is why I want to marry you, Annabelle. Have you given my proposition any thought?”

She smiled but there was something fake about that smile and it made you sick, “I have Sam. I have given it so much thought, but I am afraid of what my father will say. The other townsfolk. I am betrothed to Peter after all.”

A frown appeared on the man’s face, “I understand that your father’s approval means a lot to you, I really do. But don’t you want to marry out of true love, not an arranged marriage? You and I are in love and I think that is all you need to get married. Marry me Annabelle. Please?”

Annabelle didn’t smile, she looked annoyed at the man. “Sam, I cannot marry you. My father means everything to me, and I believe he knows what he is talking about when he tells me that Peter is the best for me. I am sorry, I really am.” There was no sincerity in her voice.

“Okay, I understand.” He sighed sadly, “Then I must inform you that I will be leaving town in a few days. I have a job opportunity somewhere else.”

Annabelle nodded, “I think that would be best, but I do not think you are going to get far.”

Sam looked taken back by her words, “Why do you say that?”

Something in her changed and she looked positively evil in that moment. She pulled something from behind her and quickly shoved it into his chest. It was a knife. She had just shoved a knife into the chest of a man who loved her. What?

This was seriously freaking you out.

Sam looked down to where the knife was embedded into his chest and then looked up at Annabelle. “Why would you do this? I loved you, I still love you.” His voice was soft.

She just laughed and pushed him to the ground, “I regret to inform you, my dear Sam, I never loved you. I am in love with Peter and have been since before I met you. You are just a pawn in my game. With you gone, I will be able to take everything you have.” This woman was making you sick. She dropped down to the floor beside Sam and gripped the knife. “I am not sorry for anything I did.” There was no emotion in her voice as she spoke. Before Sam could reply, she pulled the knife from his chest. “Goodbye Sam.” Those were the last words she spoke before shoving the knife into his heart.

You sat up with a start. You were absolutely terrified from the dream. That was no dream, it was a nightmare. When you buried your head into your hands, you realized you were crying. The dream scared you. You needed a glass of water. Pulling yourself out of bed, you noticed it was only four in the morning. Rubbing your eyes before getting up and making your way downstairs for water.

So, at 4:15 am, you stood in the dark kitchen leaning against the counter with a glass of water in your hand. Your mind was trying to make sense of the dream, but it could not. Why would you dream something like that? More importantly, why do you feel like that dream was more of a memory than a dream? You finished the water and headed back to bed. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get back to sleep, you just kept tossing and turning for the next two hours. Finally, at 6:30am, you decided to get up and work on the book.

Once again, you headed down the stairs to make a cup of coffee. Entering the kitchen, you stopped short when you saw something on the ground. It was the missing notes for your book. You shook your head and picked them up and started to go through the notes, a loose paper fell out to the floor. It was a newspaper article.

Town’s lady Annabelle Porter marries her long-time love Peter Lockwood.

You only read the headline, but it caught your interest. Especially since the woman in your dream was named Annabelle. Was this a coincidence? You were going to put the article aside for later. Right now, you needed coffee to wake up and you would figure this out later. Preparing a big cup of coffee and some toast, you grabbed the notes taking them up to the office. Some work needed to be done today.

You hadn’t even bothered putting clothes on, you lived alone. So, here you were, sitting in your cozy little office in some underwear and a t-shirt. Inspiration stuck shortly after taking a seat in front of the computer. There was no stopping you. Well that was until a creak of the wooden floor was heard behind you. Almost like someone was standing in the room. Quickly whipping around, you found no one.

“It seems that you like playing tricks on me spirit. Thanks for giving me my notes back.” You said aloud. You weren’t really expecting a reply, so it was surprising when a voice said ‘Welcome’ out of thin air. The most striking thing was that the voice sounded so much like the man from your dream last night.

“Uhhh okay.” This wasn’t the first time in your life that you were dealing with a ghost. You’d seen and experienced them all throughout life. This was just the first time that you had an intelligent exchange with one and it did freak you out a little bit. After that, the spirit didn’t say anything else. It got really quiet, so you got back to work.

****

You worked the entire day, only taking a few breaks for the bathroom and for food or drinks. The book was starting to come along. The house really seemed to give a lot of inspiration. Secretly you hoped to have another exchange with the spirit, but he was quiet after the morning antics. If you hadn’t known better, you would think that he left the house.

It was almost midnight when you decided to drag yourself to bed. You’d had a long day of writing and were starting to feel it all. Especially since you woke up around 4am. After brushing your teeth and using the bathroom, you climbed into bed. You were hoping you would have another dream. Maybe then, you can find out why Annabelle killed Sam?

At first, you had a bit of trouble getting to sleep, there was a lot on your mind, and you kept tossing and turning. You could not stop thinking about the dream from the previous night and the man from the dream that you kept seeing around the house. Was he the one haunting the home?

Two hours later you finally drifted to sleep, only to wake maybe an hour later to your covers being pulled down. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, too tired for this nonsense tonight. Before you could say anything, something or someone touched your leg. The feeling was cold yet inviting. You weren’t scared even when you knew you should be. Whatever was there stopped touching you right as you became aware of its presence.

“I know there is something here and I would really like it if you showed yourself.” You spoke into the dark room. Waiting for an answer, you received none. Sleep was closing in, so you just let it take over. You decided to deal with the spirit later. For now, you needed sleep.

PART TWO >>

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[uselesssomebody]

reader that didn’t have a lot of emotions before she turned (to whatever you want) but now the bite made her feel things she never felt so she just asks everyone “why is my heart tingling 😠” HAHA

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words || 𝟙.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which the reader feels - maybe a bit too much

a/n || yo anon i love this request, and i'm sorry i haven't gotten to it in a hot minute. not gonna lie, i did make this a bit more romance-y and a bit more stiles-y than originally intended because: surprise! i'm a whore!

➵ alright the rest of the requests will be out within the next two weeks so stay tuned!

➵ next non-request fic is one i'm so excited for: a bucky fic inspired by a halsey song and a buzzfeed unsolved episode. if anyone can guess it, i will dedicate the whole fic to you hahaha

➵ me to myself while writing this: you didn't expand on the romance enough

➵ also myself to me: whore it is two in the morning go to bed

warnings || fluff, i suppose

➵ a wee bit raunchy, esp. near the end, but deffo not smutty so that is why i am not putting an 18+ warning

➵ if you still think you will be uncomfortable/are not suited for that type of content: hey! come back later or check out my other fics!

it’d been weeks since they’d had an occurrence. while everyone else was happy to finally focus of school, work, or each other - stiles seemed like he was gasping for another wild, supernatural goose chase. 

y/n could see it in his eyes, everytime he overheard one of his father’s radio transmissions, and the light in his eyes fades when he has to hear about a regular violent assualt, as opposed to one where a ‘strange, furry, four-legged creature’ was the perpetrator. similarly, stiles had been careful to monitor his best friend’s - he’d never admit it to scott - condition over the coming weeks.

she’d been bitten no more than a mere week and a half ago, and she’d taken it surprisingly well. he knew he shouldn’t, but stiles couldn’t help comparing her reaction to scott’s - during a time that seemed so long ago now. he’d noticed both the big things - the noticeable flinches and disgust at the school bell or when a loud motorcycle revved along the road. he’d abused the fact that her hearing was uber-sensitive; scott had been trying to wean stiles away from the sheer invasion of privacy the power granted. but stiles wasn’t having it, happy that y/n shared in his somewhat-immoral curiosity. he also noticed the small things: the twitching of her eyes when listening out for small noises during their otherwise quiet study sessions. the cold weather of the growing winter meant she would wear gloves often, but he’d seen the small, crescent-shaped scars littered on her palms. 

he didn’t know if he could attribute it to the bite, but he also seemed to notice that she was much more emotive than usual. before it, shows of insecurity or joy were both scant; a tear being shed was almost unheard of. because of it, stiles was almost bombarded by the sheer giddyness and depression that seemed to follow her around for the past few days. she laughed more - it was akin to a cackle now, but stiles thought it was cute - and it had done wonders to stiles’ self-esteem, happy that at least someone was appreciating his jokes. and he could have sworn that, as lydia convinced the lot of them to go to the movies, tears had dripped on to his sweater - the one she’d been leaning her head against - as one of the main characters in the film died a rather upsetting death. and he could have also sworn he hear her quiet sniffles as he drove her home. 

he was at a stalemate - unsure as to how to approach her about it. would it be insensitive? was he in the right to say anything? was anything even actually different going on? he was pondering the questions as he walked out of class - and walked into someone. shaking his head in shock, he’s happy to see scott.

“hey, man. you doing okay?” scott must’ve noticed his penseive state, and stiles was quick to brush him off.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” they walked to their lockers in silence, before stiles realizes that the answer to all of his questions in standing right in front of him, “hey, scott?”

“hmm?” 

“uh - when you first turned, did you - well, was there any difference in your emotions?” he stumbles the question out, somewhat unsure of exactly how to phrase it. scott looks confused, implying stiles probably hadn’t done a good enough job.

“emotions? uh, you remember that i’d get angry and that would lead to me changing, but-”

“no, no, not like that. i meant - were you more, like, expressive? did you just feel happier or sadder or whatever?” scott pauses to think about it.

“uhm, i - i guess, i mean - yeah, i guess i was.” stiles wasn’t fully convinced by his answer, but thanked him anyways, bidding him goodbye before heading out. the only way he’d get an answer was by going to the source - y/n.

he’d let himself into her place - the spare key in its familiar place in the potted plant by the patio. he had immediately noticed the silence on the lower floor - evidently, her parents weren’t home. however, he could hear light music from upstairs, so he hollered a greeting to her as he walked up the stairs.

she didn’t even glance up at him as he walked in, instead offering a quiet greeting as her eyes stayed trained on the work in front of her. she seemed… stressed. god, stiles had never even seen her stressed - how on earth does she consider him her best friend? realizing that now wasn’t the best time to bombard her with questions, he instead found a comfortable place on a cushioned chair by the wall, swinging his legs over the armrest as he pulled out his own textbook. 

there was silence between them for a moment, with just the soft melody of the song she had playing. 

“your book’s upside down, ya know?” she broke the silence by pointing at his book, still refusing to take her eyes off her paper. it was true, he really han’t been paying attention to his book - focusing instead on if she was okay. he was quick to correct it, muttering a small story, “you should be,” she responded in her usual humor, but her voice quivered a bit as she made the light-hearted joke. stiles didn’t know whether or not to press her, but decided that making sure she was okay outweighed the potential awkwardness of the following situation. he cleared his throat.

“y/n, are you okay?” he was looking at her in earnest, and he saw her eys flit up to hers, before quickly fixating back on her paper. even in the dim light of the room, he noticed that she wasn’t actually focusing on the text, instead sporting a gaze that was unfocused and distant.

“why-” she cleared her thoat, her voice-crack obvious, “why do you ask?” stiles gulped.

“i - i dunno, you just seem a bit stressed. you need help with something?” 

“no, of course not, it’s just this stupid lit paper and-” her voice broke off before she could continue, and stiles could see small drops glisten as they fall onto her lap. was she crying? he rushed to her side, quick to take the paper that had been causing her such misery away from her. 

“hey, hey - it’s okay, it’s okay - you’re fine - i…” stiles trailed off, unsure of what to say to his best friend - the person who never cried, the person who walked around with such a confidence that it almost came off as arrogant, the person who barely showed her emotions. he opted instead to wrap her in a hug, allowing her to shake against his shoulder.

he listened as her little gasps and hiccups dwindled down, and she slowly, begrudgingly, untangled from him. she was quick to wipe her wet face with her sleeve, and stiles waited patiently as she calmed down.

“i’m so - so sorry, that was so dramatic, i didn’t mean to spring that on you, i-” in an attempt to justify herself, she had begun rambling, but stiles was quick to reassure her.

“no - no, it wasn’t. you okay now?” she smiled - it was small, but it was there.

“yeah, much better.” she grows silent, and that small smile fades. she bites her lip, as if she’s unsure if she wants to say something or not. obviously deciding she should, she takes a final deep breath to calm herself, “it’s just - ever since the bite, i’ve been feeling like everything’s hitting me all at once. i mean, i got used to the lights, noises and smells, but - shit - i can’t deal with all this fucking stuff. i’m swinging from happy to sad so quickly, and over the dumbest things, and it just feels like my heart’s always tingling! and i can’t get it to stop and i hate it - god, i hate it so much.” stiles’ theory had been correct, but now he was wondering as to why exactly she hated it so much. she had started fiddling with her sleeve, her confession leaving her in a state of vulnerability.

“i - why exactly is that so bad?” he said it in an earnest tone, hoping not to come off as confrontational. she looks like she’s not going to answer him, and he’s about to gently press her further, when she exhales deeply, and throws her head back a little.

“you wanna know why it’s bad?” it’s rhetorical, but stiles nods nonetheless. instead of a verbal answer, she grabs his hand - bringing it slowly up to her chest. finally placing it on the dip between her breasts, he lets out a soft exhale at the rapid beating of it, “that’s why.” her voice isn’t above a whisper, and stiles’ mouth is dry as a bone, “i can’t even look at you anymore without my brain going into overdrive, and-” she laughs, a breathy laugh laced in uncertainty, “i don’t know if it’s one of those ‘primal urges’ or whatever but…”

“i-” stiles had regained his voice, and had dropped his hand in shock, “i - you-” instead of allowing him to continue an incoherent ramble, y/n inches closer, and starts closing the gap between the two. she could hear his heart, already beating inconsistently, somehow still manage to pick up the pace - as she lowered her lips to his. she can feel the sweetness of his breath.

“i need you stiles. god - i need you so bad it hurts.” she can see the small movement of a nod as she presses down on him, the meshing of their bodies perfect in an almost indescribable way. the heat from his body enhanced the inferno of emotions she could feel in her own, and every graze of his fingers over her hips, his hair on her forehead, and the press of his lips felt amplified to a unignorable extent. as much as she’d hated the sensitivity to everything over the past few days, she was relishing in every sensation provided by the man - her best friend - in front of her.

when they broke away, they were both a bit breathless. she had his head in her hands, and ran her fingers lightly through his hair.

“still worried about that lit paper?” she laughs, even at such a serious moment, she loved that he could still make a joke.

“should i be? i thought i’d have all night to work on it.” similarly, he laughs.

“not anymore.”

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[dobrienbabe]

Camped Out|| Stiles Stilinski

Original Post: on ssimagines

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Word Count: 3742

Summary: You and Stiles are trying to get to a better place after him keeping a big secret from you. 

Warnings: minor teen angst, sarcastic little shit named Stiles, oh yeah minor swearing, closet make outs

Request:   Hey! Love your page. Can I request a Stiles Stilinski one with the prompts 14. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.” &  62. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” those sound pretty explanatory? Thank you love!

Can i request a stiles stilinski imagine? With the prompt; 6. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Thank you! 

Prompts:  14. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

                  62. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

                  6. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” 

Note: I’m combining these two to make a my load a little lighter I hope that You don’t mind. I’m sorry for the super long wait, but I wrote it!

This takes place in Season 2. 

This is obviously already been posted, but since I started my smaller blogs, I wanted all my work for each fandom in one place. Instead of just reblogging everything I figured that I would repost it.

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With Derek turning teens left and right, everyone in the pack was stressed out including you. You had watched over the past week how it put significant strain on Allison and Scott’s relationship, and you were worried that it would affect your already rocky relationship with Stiles. 

You, Scott, and Stiles had been friends since you were still in elementary school, but earlier this year when Scott was bit, the two of them had left you out of the loop for some time. It took you walking in on Scott on a full moon for them to come out and tell you everything. 

It had been a long road to get back to some semblance of normal since then. You and Scott had found a way to get on after he had come to you to help him and Allison sneak around. You had been really happy when he had come to you. It had actually helped you get to know Allison better. Being her cover story had actually resulted in the two of you hanging out a hefty amount and becoming good friends. 

With Stiles though, you hadn’t gotten as lucky. The two of you were still at odds with each other as you continued to fight through the past few months. It was his idea to leave you out of the whole werewolf mess. He claimed his intentions were to keep you safe, but not knowing had actually put you in more danger with the alpha on the loose. In the end, your trust in the sarcastic little asshole had just been decimated. 

That left you where you were now dazed out during class trying to ignore that same annoying little asshole next to you. He kept cracking jokes trying to get some sort of reaction out of you, but you refused to give him anything as you continued to work on the worksheet that was placed in front of you. The whole class period so far had gone on like this as you waited for him to just shut up and do his own work. 

“Do you think that Mr. Harris wrote these questions because he wants to actually learn this stuff or just so he wouldn’t have talk to us today?” Stiles spoke up again after only five minutes of silence. You let out a large huff of air. Why couldn’t just shut up?

You continued to work on the worksheet as Stiles dejected looked down at it beside you. Other than the rustling of notebook pages and a scratch of a pencil against paper, there were no sounds that filled the room. You embraced the silence while it lasted. 

“Y/N, you know you have to speak to me sometime, right?” Stiles voice was whispered through the otherwise quiet room. It echoed in your head as you tried to ignore it, but Stiles continued to say your name softly over and over again while poking you in hopes of getting your attention.

“Stiles, shut up, would you?” you let out a hushed yell. It was loud enough that the two girls in front of you could hear. They both shot deadly glares back to you before return to their work. There was another elapse of silence where Stiles left you alone again. 

“Y/N,” he was so obnoxious. “I’m stuck on number five. Do you think you could help me?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. So far, you’d had nearly thirty minutes to work on this stupid worksheet and he as on number five? You were on at least eighteen by now.

You didn’t believe for a second that he needed help. The questions really weren’t that hard, and Stiles was way smarter than he let on. There was no way that he actually needed help. This was probably another ploy to get you to talk to him. 

“We can’t work together,” you whisper back to him. It was true. At the beginning of the hour, Mr. Harris had emphasized that this was not a group or partner project. There would be consequences of working together that you knew Mr. Harris would invoke without a passing thought. 

“Come on, please,” Stiles said back. The boy moved closer to you. He placed his hand over yours. The warmth of his touch flowed into you comfortingly, but your anger with him wanted nothing to do with the gesture as you jerked your hand away from him. 

The same hand jutted up into the air as you hoped to catch Mr. Harris’s attention and make an escape out of the room and away from Stiles. An audible sigh came from Stiles beside you as you held your hand up. 

You felt the blood draining from your arm as you waited. Mr. Harris sat at his desk reading and clearly not bothering to actually see what his class was actually doing. After nearly two minutes of just waiting, you gave up and just stood up. 

You made your way around the tables were fellow students sat to the front of the classroom where your obnoxious chemistry teacher sat. Standing in front of him, you waited for him to look up at you and question his presence, but he didn’t seem to have any interest. It wasn’t until you actually laid your palms down on his desk loudly that he even bothered to glance up. 

“Yes Ms. Y/L/N?” his tone did nothing to hide the boredom he was experiencing. You bit your tongue in order to avoid saying something snarky as you took a moment to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath, you spoke. 

“May I use the restroom?” you said. The smile that was painted across your face was sickly sweet. 

Mr. Harris pursed his lips as you maintained eye contact with him. You weren’t going to take no for an answer. The teacher took a deep breath before waving you off. It was a silent way of giving in and you were thankful as you rushed out the door and away from Stiles. 

Once you got through the door. You casually walked down the hall in no hurry at all. You were free and you were going to enjoy that while you could. 

You ran your finger slowly along the lockers as you walked past them. The cool metal on your fingertips was soothing in a way. The silence of the hall added to the serene feel that enveloped you like a blanket as you strolled in the direction of the closest bathroom. The only real sound that could be heard as you walked was the pat of your shoes against the ground. 

You heard a door open somewhere behind you but thought nothing of it. It was probably just another student that had been aching to get out of class or maybe someone who actually had to use the restroom. 

You stopped cold when you heard hurried footsteps running to catch up to you as your name filled the air in a familiar voice. Whipping around, Stiles came into your view running now towards you. 

“What the hell, Stiles?” you kept your voice under a yell, but you were as close to screaming as you could be. He gave you a small smile as he slowed in front of you. When he stood two feet away from you, he came to a full stop. 

You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at the sarcastic teen. You tapped your foot impatiently giving him a moment to actually speak before you dismissed him again. He stared back at you for a moment as if he was unsure of what was going on. Suddenly his eyes little up and his mouth opened slightly. 

“Oh, so you want me to speak now?” he said as a smile returned to his smirking face. 

“Shut up and speak, Stiles” you said. “How did you even get out of class?” “So, do you want me to shut up or do you want me to speak?” Stiles said laughing. You rolled your eyes and titled your head left. You weren’t going to take any of this. Turning around, you prepared to continue your journey to the bathroom; this time with a bit more urgency.

“Wait Y/N, I’m sorry,” Stiles said. 

He caught your elbow in his hand causing you to stop in your tracks. You looked over your shoulder at him urging him to continue. 

“I’m sorry for bugging you today, “Stiles started. “It’s just with everything going on right now, I’m just really feeling off and I haven’t really been able to talk to Scott about it ‘cause he’s always with Allison, and I can’t talk to you about it ‘cause I really messed up our relationship. I just miss you.”

Your posture eased as you looked into his eyes. The expression he was wearing was soft, but sad. You could tell he was being genuine with his words. You reached out to him and rested your hand on his upper arm. He offered you a soft smile at the gesture. 

“I miss you too,” You said softly taking a step closer to your best friend. Being mad at him had been hard on you. You had hated it. It felt so unnatural to not really speak to him, but you weren’t in ready to let it go. They had left you out of this large life changing thing. Now though, you just felt drained because of the anger. You were ready to move past it.

“Can you forgive me?” Stiles said. He was timid about it which was something you hadn’t really seen him be lately. You ran your hand down his arm and intertwine your fingers with his giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Of course,” you said taking a small step closer to him. Hesitantly, Stiles brought his free hand up to your cheek. He brought your gaze up to meet his own. His thumb ran over your cheek bone right under your eye. He moved closer to you making your heart pound in your chest. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he said as he seemed to move even closer to you without touching you. You weren’t sure how that was possible. There was a heat between the two of you that was unfamiliar to you., but you definitely weren’t against it. 

The two of you had been standing there for no more than ten second when the familiar click of heels and heavy foot falls filled the hall. Your headshot around toward the source of the sound. The two sets of footsteps were followed by the easily identifiable voices of two of Derek’s new recruits, Erica and Boyd. 

Breaking contact, you and Stiles turned your whole bodies in the direction the voices were coming from as they quickly approached. They were just around the corner from the two of you. A panic set over you as you grew worried about what to do to avoid being seen by the two extremely intimidating new betas. 

Before you knew it, you were being pulled into a dark janitor’s closet by your elbow. The door closed behind you shielding you from the owners of the approaching footsteps. Their voices were significantly muffled by the door, but you could make out some of the conversation. They were very casually talking about how the perceptions of them had changed since their… well change. 

Stiles’s grip was strong on your elbow causing your face to contort slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you scrunch your nose until he let go of you. You moved to rub your elbow lightly after Stiles released you. You looked up at him to see a flash of guilt danced across his features in the dim light. 

You were already pretty close in proximity to him due to lack of space, but you moved closer to him to show that you weren’t angry with him again. You slipped your hand into his as you stood closely to him. That brought a small smile to his face as he looked down at you. 

The two of you were silent as you carefully listened for the footsteps to pass. Unfortunately, luck didn’t seem to be in your favor today as the two betas stopped not far from the door of the closet you were hiding in. At least, you could more easily hear what they were saying. 

Erica was saying something about meeting Derek after school. A locker opened and some shuffling ensued. One of their lockers must’ve been just outside. You figured that’s probably why they stopped. Boyd responded by telling Erica he needed a ride to the Railroad Depot after work. At his words, your eyes shot up to Stiles. He looked down at you with an excited smile on his face. The new information was just what you had been looking for. 

The werewolves talked a little bit longer before a locker door slammed closed. Their voice started to fade away as footsteps started again.

Your shoulder slumped as all the tension they held fell away. Stiles squeezed your hand as he let out a long slow breath. You let your head fall forward onto Stiles chest. He brought his free arm up around you to lay his palm flat against the small of your back. He pulled you closer to him. 

Every place that your body touched his was a flame with his warmth as it had been earlier. You didn’t quite understand what was going on, but you weren’t going to pull away from it. You stood there leaning against him for a maybe two minutes when you finally decided that you had been gone from class far too long. 

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away from the brunet’s arms to move to the door. Stiles took the step with you to the door standing barely behind you as your hand landed on the door handle. You pulled down to open the door, but the handle didn’t budge. You tried again only to meet with the same resistance.

“Stiles, the door is locked,” you said softly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared down at your hand on the handle.

“What do you mean it’s locked?” Stiles said. You stepped back so he could move around you and try on his own to get the door open. He pushed down on the handle and tried to wiggle it the best he could. It barely moved as he continued to try to get it budge. 

“Stiles, it’s not going to open,” you said flatly rolling your eyes at the boys attempts. Stiles hit the door out of frustration before stepping back towards you. You just stared at the boys back in front of you.

“How could this be locked from the inside, but not the outside?” Stiles said as he stared at the door. He was slightly out of breath from his exaggerated efforts with the door. You took a moment to just mull over everything that happened leading up to you being dragged into the closet. Stiles turned to you as you furrowed your brows in thought. 

“Stiles, this is the first floor, janitor’s closet…” you said slowly hoping that he would get the point, but when he made no attempt to show understanding you continues, “It’s door handle broke earlier this year, remember? When the Alpha attacked the school, the Janitor was running from Peter when he broken it by accident. They left it because it didn’t seem like a major fix. As long as you prop the door open, everything is fine.”

Stiles eyes light up with understanding as the dots connected. Of all the places to hide, Stiles had pulled you into this closet of all places. Stiles didn’t speak as he started to look around the room maybe looking for a way to escape. 

“Do you have your phone?” you ask. “We just text Scott to get us out of here.” Stiles patted his pocket as he searched for his phone. You let out a small stifle of laughter as you watched him. He had a habit of doing things like that. When he stopped, you could tell he ended up empty handed. 

“No, I think I left it back in class,” Stiles said. He seemed on edge. He knew how you would respond as you bit back your lip to stop yourself from yelling at him. 

Fantastic job, Stiles,” you said. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

You leaned back against the shelving unit behind you. Bring your hands up you ran through your air out of frustration. How could he not bring his phone?

“Well, where’s yours?” Stiles said. There was a tone in his voice that you weren’t to keen on. 

You had left your phone at home today as you rushed out the door to make it to school on time. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other as you looked down at your shoes. Your hands found the end of your shirt as you fiddled with the hem of it trying to avoid looking at Stiles. 

“That’s what I thought,” he said. 

You just sighed as you sunk to the ground still leaning against the shelf that housed several rolls of toilet paper and cleaning supplies. You sat there without another word. Stiles started pacing across the floor. His shoes squeaked against the tile as he turned around every few seconds. You watched his shoes as he paced. 

The next several minutes went on like that. 

“Can you stop?” you said looking up at Stiles face. At the sound of your voice, he turned to look at you there was a look of desperation in his eyes as his gaze meet yours. You raised an eyebrow at him as he continued to look back at you. 

Stiles strode over to you and dropped down next to you. His legs were extended in front of him reaching the door that was opposite the two of you. Your feet were bent and pulled to your chest. Your hands were between your calves and your thighs holding your thighs to you. 

The two of you sat in silence just staring at the door. It seemed like torture as you both silently hoped that someone would randomly decide to open the door, but you didn’t even hear any footsteps on the other side.

“We could make out?” Stiles broke the silence. You flipped around to look at him shocked at his suggestion. If all things you expected to have come from his mouth that was not one of him. He was lazily staring at you. 

“Really that’s what you came up,” you said after getting over the initial shock. “I know I’ve been saying this since middle school, but I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was. I’m serious this time.”

Stiles just laughed at that. It brought a smile to your face as you watched him throw his head back to let the laugh escape his lips. When his laughter died down he looked at you with that sweet smile of his. You just laid your head on his shoulder. He brought his arm around to circle your waist comfortably. The two of you stayed like that for a while together sitting on the uncomfortable floor of a janitor’s closet.

After about ten minutes of sitting on the floor, your butt started to go numb. You released your legs and stood up trying to restore feeling to the lower half of your body. Stiles stood up too but was not very conscious of how close he was to you before doing so. 

Stiles stood no more that two inches from you. With wide eyes and mouth slightly agape, you looked up at his face. You saw his Adam’s apple bob slightly. 

His hand moved up to your cheek for the second time that day. This time it was your turn to gulp. The same warmth that you had now felt twice that day filled you with his simple touch. He moved his head down to yours.

“Can I kiss you?” his voice was so soft as his lips stopped just above yours. You didn’t trust your voice to speak as you looked into the gorgeously honey colored eyes of your best friend. You gave him a simple nod before his lips meet yours.

It was awkward and stiff, but there was so much more to it then that. His chapped lips against yours was odd. His right hand cradled cheek while his other arm wrapped around your back. You had no idea where to put your hands as you brought your right arm around his neck while the other hand came to rest on his chest. 

The kiss lasted maybe five seconds. It was Stiles who pulled away. While yours fluttered open right away, his remained closed as he licked his lips. His gaze met your when they opened. Neither of you knew what to say as you stared at each other. Before you think too much about what just happened, Stiles lips found yours again. This time it was more aggressive and less awkward. His hand on your cheek moved down to rest on your hip. He moved you back so that your back was pressed against the only wall that didn’t have shelves against it. You moved your hands down to his sides as you held him close to you. 

Stiles pulled away just a little to catch his breath when the door whipped open behind him. Your hands still rested on his waist as Stiles pulled away from you as the light of the hall filtered in illuminating your faces. 

You squinted at the door as you tried to adjust to the much brighter light. The chuckling of your other best friend hit your ears as you recognized Scott’s frame. You let your head fall forward as you buried it in Stiles’s shoulder. 

“I was told to come find the two of you, but I can come back later,” Scott said between his laughter.

“Oh, shut up,” Stiles said as his hand found yours. He guided you out of the closet past Scott who was still cracking up.

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blue christmas || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 5,884

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, angst

author’s note: and here is mitch! i’m so sorry for posting so late and so off schedule! but i hope this makes up for it! please, let me know what you think, i’m so happy with this now that it is finished, this is all thanks to none other my lauchee! @thelittlestkitsune is such an angel and she saved my life with proofreading this for me! thank you, darling for being so spectacular! anyway, thomas is up tomorrow, and that will probably be posted later tomorrow night!

pairing: mitch rapp x reader

holiday masterlist.

masterlist.

For Y/N, this was a regular night for the past two months. Get home, eat dinner, watch some TV, shower, then go to sleep. It seemed like her life was a record that was broken and only repeated the same thing over and over again.

She sat in front of the TV, having spent her whole day watching the cheesy and ridiculous Christmas movies that the Hallmark channel played from October until December. At this point, she was getting sick of them.

Regularly, she was a woman who still loved the idea of love and who loved being in love. But when the one you love has been gone for months at a time, your take on love slowly begins to shift. Love isn’t always happiness and rainbows or whatever bullshit you’ve been fed your whole life.

It’s something more than that.

Y/N didn’t understand what love really was until she met Mitch Rapp. Without knowing it, he showed her what love really was. He showed her that love was patient and that’s why she was okay with waiting when he was on a mission. It didn’t matter how long he was gone, he could be gone for two days or two months and when he came back, she’d still be waiting.

And that’s where she was right now; waiting. She didn’t know when he’d be back home or if he was ever coming back home, but she held onto the hope that he always was. She prayed to whatever was listening to bring him home safe to her; and he always came back home. He may have had bruises, cuts, or gunshot wounds, but he always came back to her.

With a tired sigh, she pressed the home button on her phone, the screen illuminating her face and showing her the late time. 2:45 am. Since Mitch left, she stayed up late more often than not, not knowing when he’d call because she didn’t know where he was or what time it was for him.

His phone calls were rare, so she slept by the phone, always keeping her ringer on, never turning on the ‘do not disturb’ mode. Every minute she could talk to him was precious. Their conversations were short and simple. He’d always say the same thing:

“I love you, Y/N. I’m safe.”

She would say the same exact thing and afterwards, the line would go dead. No matter how much her heart hurt when they weren’t able to have longer conversations, she didn’t care. She just needed to hear his voice, to know that he was okay and that there was a possibility he was coming home.

By now, her eyelids were heavy and she was exhausted. She sat in the middle of the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of her, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked from her phone back to the television. A blanket that she and Mitch kept in their room was draped across her body, some of it bunched up in her fist as she held it to her face, breathing in the scent that somehow managed to linger on it, no matter how many times she washed it.

She yawned and ran her hand over her face, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She adjusted her body, laying across the couch. Her head laid on one of the throw pillows that matched the sofa next to her phone, turning it up louder just in case Mitch called while she slept. She wrapped herself in the blanket, still holding it close to her nose. Falling asleep, she wished to feel her lover holding her to his chest or to hear his soft snores as they fell asleep together.

The loud ringing in Y/N’s ear startled her from her sleep, causing her to jump up from her position and look around the room, her breathing labored. She realized the sound was coming from right next to her, from her phone. The screen was lit up with an unknown number and she hurried to answer.

She slid her finger across the screen, holding it to her ear. She touched her soft lips, waiting to hear the words that she and Mitch always did before saying anything important. They always said the date they met.

“February 25th.” The familiar deep and raspy voice came from the other line and she exhaled in relief, not realizing she’d been holding her breath.

She felt tears pool in her eyes as she heard Mitch speak. They last spoke two weeks ago and she’d been in agony waiting for the phone call from an unknown caller. She closed her eyes, her breath shaky as she repeated their idiom.

“February 25th.”

“Y/N…” He mumbled. She could practically hear the soft smile in the way he spoke. She felt her heart shake as he said her name so quietly. Oh, how she wished to hear his voice in her ear as she fell asleep. “I love you. I’m safe.”

The woman mouthed a thank you to what she prayed to every night. She realized that the phone didn’t click off right away so she cleared her throat, relaxing in the cushions of the couch, her head on the pillow, the blanket over her shoulders.

“Can you talk?” She asked.

“Yeah, I have a few minutes.” He told her, staying a silent for a moment. “You don’t know how good it is to hear your voice. To hear you speak more than two words.”

“I could say the same thing. You had me worried for a minute there.” She said truthfully. “Do you know when you’ll be home?”

“I don’t. I’m thinking it’ll be soon though.” He explained, the slightest twinge of happiness in his tone, but she failed to notice.

Sighing, Y/N closed her eyes and relished in the sound of his voice even if it wasn’t as crystal clear as she wished. It was better than nothing. “How long is ‘soon’?”

“I’m close to finishing up this mission, that’s all I can say.”

“Well, I’ll leave the Christmas tree up and the presents out until you get home. We

can celebrate then.” She laughed softly, hearing him do the same. The smallest feeling of serenity suddenly sank in, but it wasn’t the kind of peace she felt when holding him after so long. She didn’t feel whole, she didn’t feel like she was in her body.

When he was gone, a piece of her was gone. She wasn’t home unless he was there. It was like she was watching herself from the outside, watching her own life drag along through window as she waited for Mitch to come back home. But when he was back in her arms, her head laying against his chest and listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, everything was better, clearer.

She could see the colors of her world more vividly and she felt calm. She wasn’t living on this constant edge that she was moments away from falling over. That feeling always disappeared the day she and Mitch parted ways.

He hummed happily. “I can’t wait.”

The line was silent for a moment. It was strange but comforting. Whenever she and Mitch spoke and they had time to actually hold a conversation, they had to speak fast, because they never knew when their next conversation would be.

Mitch was the one to speak up. “Speaking of presents, I made some arrangements with Irene and I was able to get you a gift.”

“What is it?” She asked, smirking as she knew that Mitch would not tell her anything.

“It’s a surprise, my love. I can’t tell you that.” He chuckled. “But I can tell you that it will be delivered any minute now.” Almost as if his words triggered it, the doorbell rang. She looked over the couch and to the door next to the coat closet. “Was that the doorbell?”

“Yeah.” She said, throwing off the blanket she had wrapped around her.

“Well, go get it! That’s probably your present.” He told her.

She grinned. “I am, I am.” She rushes over to the door. With one hand she held the phone to her ear, with the other she untwisted the various locks and pulled the chain guard to the side.

Pulling the door open, she looked out into the empty hallway of the apartment building, the door across from her staring back at her. She frowned when she looked down the hallway to see it void of anyone.

“It’s not here.”

“Maybe look at the floor?” He suggested.

She took her boyfriend’s advice and looked at the floor, a folded note on the hardwood flooring. “Hold on, there’s a note.” Holding the cell phone in between her shoulder and her ear, she grabbed the note and unfolded the paper, her eyes reading the words.

Your present has been delivered.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and looked up. Her jaw dropped as she saw who was coming out of the apartment of the old woman across the hall. Mitch gave the small lady a kiss on the forehead, thanking her for her help.

“Anything for young love, my dear.” The woman smiled at the two of them and walked back inside her home.

Mitch looked at Y/N, a heavenly smile curling at his lips. His face was covered in dark scruff, his shaggy hair hidden underneath a Santa hat, his body wrapped in a blue coat she’d seen him wear many times during the cold months in Rhode Island.

“I’m your Christmas present.” He whispered, looking at the girl still kneeling on the floor. She felt tears pool in her eyes as she dropped the phone to the ground and jumped up into Mitch’s arms.

He caught her without hesitation, dropping his bag as her long legs wrapped around his waist. Her ankles locked together, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He held onto her tightly, his own arms circled around her waist. He leaned his head against hers, closing his eyes as he finally felt at home.

He didn’t understand that being in love meant home went from a place to a person until he met her. Mitch was a man with few happy stories, he was dark and cold all because he always lost the people he loved. Though, Y/N was this ray of light that helped him live again and now all his happy stories are of her. Love is being able to bring someone back to life and that’s exactly what she did for him.

Y/N sniffled, warm tears rolling down her cheeks as she held onto the man she loved, planning on never let go again. Mitch shushed her, soothing her of her cries.

“I’m home, baby. I’m home and I’m not leaving for a long time.” He sighed, turning his face slightly to kiss the side of her head.

She lifted her face from his neck, looking at him with glossy eyes. “How long?”

“Four months at least.” He smiled. Y/N sighed in relief, her forehead falling against his as she just received the best gifts she could ever been given. He kissed her nose, closing his eyes as his cold lips touched her skin.

Still holding her, Mitch walked into the apartment as he kicked his duffel bag inside. He closed the door with his foot and walked her over to the back of the couch, setting her on it. She laid her head against his chest, listening to the smooth heartbeat she was wishing to hear just earlier that night.

“Where were you?”

Mitch ran his fingers through her long and tangled hair, smoothing out the knots she’d created while sleeping. “Moscow. It was fucking cold.”

She chuckled and looked up at him, her chin resting against his toned chest. He had a cut above his eye, in his eyebrow; the side of his eye was bruised. She lifted her hand and grazed the tips of her fingers over the purple mark next to his eye. He winced slightly at her touch, but relaxed soon after.

“I wanna unwrap my present.” She looked into his warm eyes. He nodded and pressed his lips against hers gently. Her eyes closed, her lashes tickling his defined cheekbones. He held her cheek with his large palm, his other hand on her hip.

She grabbed the zipper of his coat and pulled it down, pushing it off his shoulders. Mitch hoisted her up around him, her legs circling around him once again to hold on. She clung to him as he held her up by her ass, walking to the bathroom connected to their bedroom.

He pushed the door of the bathroom open, using his hand to turn on the light switch. She trailed her hands to his hair, pulling off the Santa hat he was wearing. Her fingers combed through the dark, silky locks as Mitch groaned, his lips parting and allowing her to slip her tongue against his.

They shared a french kiss as he set her on the cold countertop, a gasp falling from her as the cold surface touched her bare legs. Mitch smiled into the kiss, happy to be able to hear the sounds he missed so dearly over the past two months once again.

She pulled away and smiled up at him. “I love you.” Y/N whispered. The words weren’t needed because he already knew. He knew that she loved him in the way she looked at him like he was the most important person in the world. He knew by the way she kissed him like he was air and she suffocating. He knew by the way she held him when he was near. Words were never necessary.

Mitch looked down into her breathtaking colored eyes. “I love you.” He spoke with everything he was. The words he said to her coming from the darkest depths of his very soul and heart.

She smiled as he returned the three words. She held onto his hips, lifting the black sweater off his body, throwing it onto the floor. She noticed he hissed in pain as he lifted his arms. Seeing her confused expression, he nodded down to his side.

Her eyes moved to where he gestured to and saw the long cut right underneath his left pectoral. Her face fell as she looked at the scar that was covered in dried blood. “Mitch… are you-”

He immediately saw the worry and the anxiety that began to build up within her. Cupping her face, he shook his head. “I’m alright. It’s just sore. It’s a fresh one.”

“How long ago?”

“Right before I disposed of everything and got out of the country.”

She sighed, nodding in understanding. She reached out to touch it, her finger hovering over the injury as she looked at him for approval. Mitch nodded, her skin against his doing wonder to soothe him of any pain that had been in his muscles or on his bruises.

“Let's shower and afterwards I’ll clean it for you?” She asked, biting her lip subconsciously. He agreed, walking to the shower to pull the curtain and turn it on to a pleasant temperature. He walked back over to her and wrapped his fingers around her sweatshirt, pulling it over her head and dropping it to the floor.

Mitch didn’t realize earlier that she wasn’t wearing a bra, so he was pleasantly surprised to see her bare chest in front of him. Her nipples were hard as the cold air hit her sensitive buds.

Everything about her was beautiful. She had few moles on her collarbone and her sides, but she didn’t have as many as he did. Most of the marks on her body were soft freckles that he liked to call ‘angel kisses’. They were so small that they always reminded of an angel’s kiss, so that’s what he’d call them when talking to her.

He’d seen her naked many times in the years they’d spent together, but it was different in this moment. There was love for sure, there always had been, but right now he never wanted to let her go. He wanted to keep her around forever and make her his wife and that scared him more than it should’ve.

The last time he proposed, his fiancée died less than ten minutes later. He knew it wasn’t likely she was going to be killed like Katrina was, but was he feared most was Y/N leaving. It didn't matter if it was her own free will or she taken from him, it terrified him to think that he could lose the woman he loved so easily.

Mitch put his hand over her heart, feeling the steady beat underneath his palm. “What are you doing?” She asked, her eyes looking over every detail of his face.

“Making sure you’re real.” He said quietly, almost afraid that if he spoke to loud he’d scare her away. “I’ve dreamt about touching you and being with you so many nights these months I’ve been gone that I don’t know if you’re real anymore.”

She hooked her fingers underneath his chin, lifting his head so he’d look at her. “I’m real.” She licked her lips and wrapped her small fingers his hand, moving it to set over her breast. He squeezed the mound on her chest, a mewl sounding from her as she stared at him.

He pressed his lips to her chest, kissing each softly colored freckle on her soft skin. Her small hands went to his back, fingers pressing against his back muscles. He hooked his digits in the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down her legs.

Y/N dragged her hands to his sides, her fingers dipping against his defined v-line. She rounded her hands to the buckle of his belt, undoing it and pushing his jeans down to the floor. He stepped out of them and pulled her closer.

He pulled her lip between his teeth, tugging playfully. She giggled and felt him smile. He hummed happily. “Let’s go warm up. I’m still freezing.”

He let her jump off the counter and walk over to the shower. She pulled open the curtain and allowed him to walk in before she did simply so she could look at his muscular ass.

“Hey, I can feel your eyes on me, baby.” He chuckled.

“That sounds like your problem.” She said, stepping into the porcelain tub and under the water. The warm water cascaded over her as she tilted her head back. She sighed as the soothing pressure of the shower head hit her back. The knots of anxiety she had tangled up in her body because of Mitch being gone loosened significantly. It was like a heavy weight lifted off her chest and she could finally breathe.

Mitch’s arms wrapped around her waist as he pressed against her, his lips on her neck. She opened her eyes and saw the familiar colors of his eyes. He smiled softly at her as her arms hooked underneath his arms and held onto his shoulders. Her bare chest pressed against his, her lips pressing sweet kisses against the gunshot scar he had on his shoulder from when Katrina died.

“You smell really bad.” She mumbled, a loud laugh rumbling in his chest at her bluntness. He pulled away and stared down at her as she smirked. “Can I wash your body?”

“I’ll let you wash my body if I can wash yours.” Mitch negotiated.

She scoffed. “You make it sound like that’d be torture.”

“Depends on where I touch you, doesn’t it?” He smirked, grabbing the bottle of body wash while his partner grabbed one of the loofahs. He opened the bottle, pouring the soap onto the loofah and scrubbing over her shoulders and trailed down to her perky breasts. He covered her right one with his left hand, holding onto it firmly. The quiet sigh she let out didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He began washing her sides and trailed down to her hips, bending to press kisses against her skin. The eucalyptus mint scented soap getting on his lips as he touched her, but he didn’t care. She held onto the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his dark, wet hair, fingernails scratching at his scalp. He kissed across her stomach and to her other hip bone, sucking a purple patch onto her flesh. He stood back up, still caressing his lips over her torso and eventually to the valley between of  her breasts.

“Mitch.” She sighed, lifting his head so he’d look at her. Her eyes were dark with need as she looked into his own beautifully colored irises. “Kiss me.” He obliged and held onto the side of her neck, tilting her head up to lean down and kiss her with every ounce of passion and love he had for her.

He kissed her with such intensity, it made her knees weak and her heart pound in her chest. Walking her back into the wall, he pressed her against the tiles, his mouth working at her warm skin. Her head rolled back against the tile, his hands going to her side and smoothing down to her hips. He bent down, his cock sliding through her folds.

His cock was pressed between their stomachs as the water cascaded over their bodies, steam going over the walls of the shower and drifting into their bedroom through the open door. Rubbing himself against her, he felt her arousal seep from her core and onto his bare cock.

“Can I?” He asked, his words breathy as he looked up at her. No matter how heated the situation was or how far into anything sexual they were doing, he always asked if it was okay for him to do anything to her before continuing. Y/N loved how much he respected her and it’s not like she would ever deny him what he wanted.

She nodded, giving Mitch a clear sign of her approval. He grabbed his hardened member, pumping his member for a few moments to prepare himself. Once he was ready, he rubbed his tip at her clit, her body jerking as the touch in her bundle of nerves.

Mitch smirked, dragging the head of his dick down to her soaking entrance. He slowly pushed into her, careful not to hurt her by shoving himself into her tight pussy, knowing she’d been left without more than her fingers inside of her in the months he was gone.

He stayed still inside of her, groaning at her tight environment. His head fell to her shoulder; she felt much better around him than he would ever been able to dream or substitute with his hand without her. When the nights were lonely and sleepless, he’d think of thrusting slowly into Y/N as they made love or holding her right after while they were in the after haze, his head laying on her back because they both laid on their stomachs while sleeping.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her digits tugging at his hair while his thick girth and long cock stretched her out. Her head rolled back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut at the small pain in her lower half. Mitch placed the gentlest kisses to her collarbone, wanting to go slow the whole night so he could savor the way she felt and the way she looked.

He was always an outstanding lover. Sometimes he would fuck her into the mattress, leaving dark bruises on her soft skin. She’d leave him with deep scratches, one that she was sure had the ability to scar. Other times, he was gentle and dragged out their time together. He admired every single detail of her body, no matter what it was. He kissed the white scar she had on the side of her thigh from accidentally cutting herself with a razor while shaving; he caressed the skin on her breasts above her nipples, tearing circles in that same spot.

The nights he was slow were the ones that left the deepest burns within her body. She had such a passion for him, one that burned brightly. The only way she could describe their love was fire. She’d always believed fire was such a beautiful thing. It was warm and exciting to be around. She always had the best experiences around fire. When she was younger, she love going camping with her family, she enjoyed spending time in the boat on the water or cliff jumping because she was such a free soul, she always lived life to the fullest.

The nights she’d go back to the family camping spot, there would be a large fire that her father had built and learned to maintain throughout the night. Whenever she’d sit around it in a sweatshirt and leggings, she would look at the air above the fire. It made what she was looking at through the orange and yellow flames blurry, the images distorted. It was beautiful, the way the objects across the fire would move in ways she knew they couldn’t.

Even though she loved the fire, she knew how scary it was. She knew how dangerous it was. As mentioned earlier, the string desire Y/N felt for him was like a fire. Where there is desire, there’s going to be a flame. Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned. That was her biggest fear. She was terrified that the hot flames she compared to her love for Mitch would touch her and leave her with an aching burn that would leave the intense stinging feeling forever.

He was in such a dangerous field of work and every time he walked out that door to go get milk from the grocery store or go to jiu jitsu, she didn’t know if he was coming back. She constantly lived on edge, constantly afraid that he would be ripped away from her, but it was worth it for that fire like feeling she got with him.

With a pleasurable sigh, she gripped at the pale flesh of his mole covered back, wanting him to move, the pain having subsided and now all she felt was need. Her skin was burning, the water hot and the heat radiating from Mitch even warmer. She tapped at his back. “I’m ready.”

He took a deep breath and moved out of her. His lips pulled into a tight line as he tried to hold back his obnoxiously loud groan. The sound vibrated at his lips as he looked to her. He started by pulling out slowly, then pushing back in with force. Every time he pulled from her, he inched out further and further, shoving himself back in at a faster pace.

Moments later, he was moving in and out of her, the feeling amazing and making the contentment sky rocket. He bent his knees, his hands moving to her sides and up to hook underneath her armpits, holding onto her as he thrusted up inside of her. Her hands were all over his shoulders and his shoulder blades.

With one hand, she held onto his hair as she kissed her lips, but broke the kiss to breathe. She hooked her arm around his neck, her arms moving down as he pushed inside of her at the deepest angle he could. She moaned constantly into his ear, his hair slicked back as she combed through the locks with her fingers.

She tilted his face back towards hers, looking into his eyes while their noses nuzzled against each other. She held onto the sides of his face, leaning into to kiss him, but he pulled back, teasing her. Their bare chests rubbing against each other, her hard nipples poking at his pectoral muscles.

“Mitch, please. Don’t tease me.” She whimpered. “I need this, I need you to kiss me.”

“I want to look at you. I want this view painted in my head until I grow old.” He said smoothly, his mouth parted as he panted. His hands, which were hooked underneath her armpits, slid up, lifting her arms as he dipped his head down to suck kisses into her neck.

He grabbed her hands in his large ones, holding them against the tiled shower wall. Her eyes fluttered close, his member pushing into her and his hip bone rubbing at her clit. She held onto the shelf in the corner of the shower, her other hand on Mitch’s shoulder.

That warm feeling built up in her stomach as she neared they both neared their highs. Her head tilted back, eyes closing once again as Mitch lifted her legs up off the floor and around his waist. She gasped loudly, the sound echoing in the small space they were in. He thrusted info her, having direct access to her g-spot. Each time he touched it, the feeling set off in her like a bomb of pleasure.

“Oh my god.” Y/N shook in her lover’s hold, her grip on the shelf loosening slightly. “D-Don’t stop. Please, just don’t stop.”

The assassin shook his head, the need to reach his climax running through his veins and making his heart beat faster against her chest. His back muscles rippled as he did all the work bounced her up and down on his member. The sore muscles he had before forgotten for now, but would later feel even worse, but it was totally worth it.

He found her lips, meeting her for an open mouthed kiss. He held her close to his body, their chests pressed together fully, her breasts flush against him as they moved together. She slid her tongue into his mouth, their lips puckered. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.

As their tongues met each other, it made them burst. The nerve endings in their tongue feeling the most pleasant sensation at the mere graze they shared. The kiss was slow and laced with pure love.

The sudden feeling of a coil snapping in her abdomen hit her like a truck going full speed. She pulled away from the kiss, moaning out loudly into the bathroom walls. Mitch watched her face scrunch up slightly as she came, the water droplets sliding down her face.

He followed not long after, cumming inside of her as he usually did because she had a very convenient IUD implanted before they even got together. Bareback was better anyway as she liked to say.

After settling down, he set her on the ground, her legs shaking underneath her body. He held her up, seeing how she was about to collapse in the porcelain tub. She leaned against him, her arms pressed between their chests as the water coming down on them started to get cooler. Mitch held her tight, his breathing labored from their physical activity.

“I’ll clean you up and then we’ll go to bed.” He whispered in her ear, feeling her nod.

He grabbed the loofah from the floor and put more soap on it, realizing that cleaning her before wasn’t much good because they only got dirtier. He was careful with touching her in the spots he was well aware she liked to be touched. After cleaning her, he washed the blood and dirt off his own body, feeling much cleaner than he had since leaving Moscow.

He turned off the water and opened the door, lifting Y/N bridal style and carrying her into the bedroom. Once he set her on the edge of the bed, he grabbed two towels from the linen closet, giving one to her to dry her off and using the other to dry his own body.

When they were done, he threw the towels into a hamper, watching her scoot further up the bed, laying her head on Mitch’s pillow. He chuckled, smiling at the sight of his tired companion. She was still naked, her arms scrunched up underneath the pillow as she faced the other side of the bed that was usually her side.

“You’re laying on my pillow.” He told her, crawling up the bed to lay next to her on his stomach. He curled his own arms under the pillow, his face right in front of hers. He watched her tired face, seeing her eyes close as he laid next to her.

“Deal with it.” She huffed, making the corner of Mitch’s lips turn up in a soft grin.

He stayed silent after that, watching her as she slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep. The bags underneath her eyes were evidence that she hadn’t been sleeping very well and he felt bad because he knew it was his fault. He knew that once Y/N got used to sleeping with someone, she couldn’t sleep without them. He could only imagine her nights were as sleepless as his.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning in to peck her nose softly. He wasn’t expecting her to respond because he figured she was asleep, but he must’ve been wrong because she spoke soon after he did.

“I love you, too, Mitch.” She opened her eyes, looking completely exhausted. Mitch glanced at the clock behind her on the nightstand, the time reading 5:00 am. “You know, I didn’t know if you were coming back home this time. I was really scared.” She mumbled.

His eyebrows scrunched up, his fingers pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know. Just everyone you leave, I get scared you won’t come back. Even when you go to get the mail, Mitch. I count the seconds every time you leave. I watch the clock. I didn’t want to lose you around Christmas.”

He shook his head, whispering softly. “Hey, I’m never leaving you. I’m always going to come back home.”

The tears began to pool in her eyes, her lips quivering as she told him everything she’d never admitted out loud before. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because you are my home, Y/N, and I will always come back home.”

She sniffled, licking her lips of the salty tears. “Promise me. Promise me you will always come back to me.”

He grabbed her hand from under the pillow she was laying on, hooking his finger with hers. He kissed his thumb, sealing the promise with a kiss. “I promise to forever come back to you.”

Y/N watched him as he made their solid deal. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his, their hands pressed to her collarbone. She laid her head on the same pillow he had his head on. He wrapped his arm around her, her face nuzzled against his.

As they fell asleep, their fingers were still hooked together. Y/N held onto the promise they made that night like it was the most precious jewel. She carried with caution as did Mitch. He kept up his end of the deal until the day they died together peacefully in their bed.

He even kept it after that. He always came back.

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Frist Dates - Dylan O’Brien x Reader

A/N: Ficmas day 2/12!  Summary: An unfortunate accident leads to the date of a lifetime.

Three weeks ago to the day, you had literally bumped into someone, dropped an entire cup of coffee down your shirt and generally just had the worst day ever. Who would ever have thought that the person you bumped into would find it so funny that they had given you their number on the spot and as you went you separate ways said “see you again soon, I hope.” Needless to say, you were baffled.

Now, you were getting ready to go on a date with the guy. Over the course of the last three weeks, the two of you had texted and even talked regularly. You had come to the conclusion that Dylan was lovely, no, he was perfect.

He had chosen a quaint little restaurant as far away from the city centre as possible. With the number of times you got changed before finally deciding on an outfit, you were amazed at the number of outfits you actually had. When you were finally ready, you called for a taxi.

Arriving at your destination, you paid the driver and got out. It was freezing outside and you were unable to see Dylan anywhere so you made your way in. The warm air hitting your face as you made your way through the door was more than welcoming. As you stepped further in, you spotted him. He was waiting for in the front of house area.

“Hey, you look gorgeous” he said with a smile, making his way over to you. He placed a single kiss on one cheek and took you by the arm. “Hey, you don’t look to bad yourself!” Taking his arm gladly, the two of you walked over to claim your reserved table. “You really do look beautiful.” He said, pulling out a chair from under the table and gesturing for you to sit down. “Thanks,” you responded, slightly embarrassed, before turning to him and with a smile, saying “such a gentleman.”

 As he made his way around the table, you said “Who would have thought that we would end up here.” “Well, that’s all in the past now,” he replied. “We are going to have  to make up for it now though.” He laughed, taking his seat.

You picked up the menus and began to discuss what you might have, everything sounded so delicious that neither of you could decide.

***

Finally, the food arrived. “Wow,” Dylan gasped, “this is way too much food for two people.” He looked at you, puffing out his cheeks as if to say “our eyes are bigger than our bellies”. “Who even eats this much food?” you asked rhetorically. “I’ve no idea” he replied, mouth full as he tucked into the meal before you. “I’m certainly going to make a good go of it though!” “Save room for dessert” you laughed.

It took a while but eventually, all of the food had gone. “Come to think of it, maybe this wasn’t enough food!” you thought, smiling to yourself at the image of Dylan endlessly eating. “So what’s next?” you asked. Dylan had planned a whole date night and wouldn’t tell you anything. “Well it was going to be mini golf, but honestly I’m just too full!” he exhaled, placing a hand on his now full stomach. “I don’t live too far from here, we could go back to my place and just have a drink?” he asked, suddenly realising how that sounded he added “or your place, or neither, I don’t mind, it’s up to you.” He stumbled through the sentence, which only made you laugh. “Your place sounds great” you smiled. “Okay,” he replied jauntily, happy his rambling hasn’t sent you running. “Let’s go!” he offered his arm to you and began to lead the way

“It’s such a beautiful night” you commented. “It really is,” he replied, looking directly at you. “As cliché as this sounds, you’re the most beautiful thing out here tonight.” You couldn’t help but blush. “Stop it,” you laughed playfully. “That’s so sweet.”

The walk to his house really was a short one. He led you up the front steps and opened the door. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” you asked. “What are you, some kind of vampire?” he joked, gesturing for you to come in out of the cold. You laughed at the comment and made your way inside.

As you stepped through the door, you were instantly hit with warmth. His place was so homely. “Take a seat,” he pointed to the living room on your right, “what do you want to drink?” “I’ll just have whatever you’re having” you replied, taking off your coat. Moments later he re-emerged with two beers. “Is this alright?” he asked holding one of them up. “It’s perfect” you replied, taking it from him. Dylan sat down on the couch next to you, not so close that you were practically on top of each other but close enough that his scent filled your senses every time either of you shifted in your seat.

The two of you sat talking about everything and everything, from your childhood to deep topics like the meaning of life, until your beers ran out. Dylan took the empty bottle from you and placed them on the floor. He inched closer to you as he sat back. You began to yawn and looked at the time. It was late, really late. Dylan saw you yawn and put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and before you knew it, you were asleep.

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Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part Eight}

Words: 1810

Warning: uhhhhh cute?

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Author’s Note: Hey guys. I know it’s been a long while since I’ve written anything for Dylan and I really really hope you guys go easy on me with this part. I find it cute and protective in a way and I’m just hoping you guys like it as well. I want to thank @lovefilledtragedy for telling me this was good when I didn’t believe it was!

That asshole works for me. He fucking works for me. God damnit. Dylan had walked into his office, his mind racing with the thoughts about what Jeremy had done to you. You had been staying at Dylan’s apartment for over a few weeks now, not really ready go back to work or even look for a new apartment. Dylan ran a hand through his hair, sighing loudly as he dropped into his chair.

 Mal walked into his office, a large smile on her face as it fell, seeing the distraught state Dylan was in. “Dyl? What’s wrong?” She asked and Dylan looked up at her, running his large hands over his face, letting out another sigh.

 “Y/N… s-she told me about Jeremy.” He muttered, feeling his heart twist, remembering the look on your face when you told him about it.

 “I’m glad you finally know. It shows that she really likes you.” Mal commented, sitting down in her favorite chair in front of his desk. Dylan glanced up at his best friend through his eyelashes, his lips parted slightly.

 “You knew about it?” He asked her and she nodded her head ‘yes.’ “Am I the only one out of her friends that didn’t know about it?” Dylan asked again to which Mal nodded her head once more.

 “To be fair, she didn’t want to tell you, because she was still trying to figure out her feelings for you. Y/N hasn’t been this happy in a long time and I honestly think she thought she’d never be happy again.” She mentioned, adjusting the glasses on her face as he nodded his head absentmindedly.

 “I just wish I could’ve noticed something, you know?” Dylan muttered quietly, holding his head in his hands. “I fucking hired the guy while she was here.”

 “And now you get to fire him?” Mal asked with hope in her voice, hating Jeremy for more reasons than just beating her best friend.

 “Yeah, of course. I can’t have that type of attention on the company especially if he gets arrested, which I hope he does.” Dylan dug through his filing cabinet, grabbing Jeremy’s profile as Mal grinned like a cheshire cat. “Could you bring him in here, Mal?”

 Mal nodded her head in response, leaving the office to retrieve Jeremy. Dylan’s phone began to vibrate, your beautiful face popping up on his screen as you were calling him. The frown on his face turned into a smile quickly as he answered the phone.

 “Hey, beautiful.” He grinned, holding it against his ear as he was going through different folders on his computer.

 “Hey, handsome.” Your voice rasped out since you had just woken up, laying in Dylan’s bed as your gaze was fixed on the view out his bedroom window. “I was just calling to ask if you’d want to go out for dinner tonight?”

 Dylan’s grin became even wider, taking a notepad out from one of his drawers before uncapping his pen. “Yeah, I’d love to. I get off work at 6:30, so we can make reservations for 7?” He asked, writing down on the paper to look for a restaurant to take you.

 “7 is fine with me. I might bring you your lunch around noon since you left it at home… again.” You chuckled as you walked into the kitchen, seeing tupperware that had last night’s dinner in it sitting on the island.

 “Aw shit. Did I forget my lunch?” Dylan asked, taking his lip between his teeth. “Well I’ll see you around noon, okay? I have to go.” He muttered, frowning a bit as he saw Jeremy and Mal walk towards the office.

 “Alright. See you soon.” Dylan hung up, slipping his phone into his pocket, motioning for them to come into the office. Mal opened the door for Jeremy as he came in, sitting down in front of Dylan’s desk.

 “Thank you, Mal. You can get back to work.” Dylan muttered, giving her a small smile as she nodded, leaving the office.

 “You wanted to see me, boss.” Jeremy said politely, resting his hands against his thighs as Dylan nodded, staring down at the open file in front of him.

 “Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about something.” Dylan mentioned, clasping his hands together, raking his eyes over Jeremy’s features. “Now, I don’t want you feeding me bullshit so I’m just going to cut to the chase.”

 Jeremy’s eyes furrowed together in confusion as Dylan glared, holding back all the anger he has towards this disturbed man. “Okay?” Jeremy asked, drawing out the “a.”

 “I want you to leave Y/N alone.” Dylan told him, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face as Jeremy laughed.

 “I don’t know who that is.” He tried to lie which made Dylan more angry than he already was. To Jeremy’s response, Dylan smacked his hand against his desk, letting out a scoff.

 “Stop lying. I know exactly who you are and you know exactly who Y/N is. I want you to stop harassing and abusing her or I’m going to make sure you’re buried six feet under the ground.” Dylan growled, narrowing his eyes at the scum in front of him.

 Jeremy laughed maniacally, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. “You wouldn’t do shit. If people found out you killed me, you’d lose everything. Then after you lose anything, you’d lose her and you wouldn’t want that would you.”

 Dylan’s eyes squinted slightly as Jeremy thought he got him good with his snarky remark, but Dylan just laughed, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Jeremy. She could care less if I were a big corporate boss. She didn’t even know I owned this company until a few weeks ago, so I’m not worried about that. I could also give no fucks if I lost this place as long just as long as she’s safe.” He growled, the smirk on Jeremy’s face fading away into a slight frown.

 “She’ll disappoint you, you know. What I did to her? She deserved that.” Jeremy said and Dylan stood up, smoothing out his suit jacket, face filled with anger.

 “You’re fired. Security will escort you off the premise and if I find out that you’ve been harassing Y/N again, I won’t be afraid to call the police.” Dylan waved his hand towards the door as two security guards came through the glass doors, crossing their arms over their chests.

 Jeremy stood up, standing closely towards Dylan, leaning forward slightly. “This isn’t the last time you’ll see me, just know that.” He whispered darkly as the security guards gripped his arms, handling him a bit roughly as they bring him out of the building.

 Mal came into the office after Jeremy had left, Dylan letting out a soft sigh in relief as he leant onto his desk. She placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it lightly as he rubbed his face. “I can’t imagine what she had gone through.” He whispered, ruffling his hair as a knock on the glass made him jump a bit.

I smiled at Dylan as he motioned for me to come in. I walked into the office, placing the tupperware on his desk before wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

 “Aw look at you two, so cute.” Mal awed, clapping her hands together as Dylan and I chuckle at her. I blush slightly, removing my hands from him, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

 “Mal!” I whined, Dylan’s hand resting on the lower of my back, rubbing softly as Mal laughed, leaving Dyl and I alone. I bit my lip, resting my forehead against his chest, letting out a deep breath.

 “I know you knew about Jeremy working here.” Dylan muttered and I closed my eyes, gripping his blazer. “Mal told me and I’m so sorry. I-If I had any knowledge of what he’s done to you I wouldn’t have hired him.” I smiled, loving how caring he is for my safety.

 “Dyl, it’s okay. I didn’t tell you, so how would you have known.” I smiled softly, looking up at him.

 “I fired him and may or may not have threatened him.” He mentioned and my lips parted in shock. My hand rested on his cheek, pulling his face closer to mine as I press my lips to his. Dylan let out a surprised noise, his hand landing on my hip, squeezing a bit as his lips moved against mine.

 We pulled away after a few moments, our lips brushing against each other’s as I placed my hands against his forearms. “You are truly amazing.” I whispered, resting my forehead against his.

 “I’d do anything to keep you safe, you know that.” Dylan whispered, stroking his thumb against my cheekbone, staring down at me.

 He leaned down once more, capturing his lips with mine as my eyes fluttered shut. My hands slipped under Dylan’s blazer, trailing my hands up his torso as we began making out heavily. A wolf whistle broke us apart and I glanced behind me, seeing Mal and a few other co-workers whooping as I groaned.

 “I keep forgetting you don’t have a real door.” I laughed, my fingers intertwined with his. “I should get going anyway. Don’t want you distracted from your work.”

 “Doesn’t matter if you’re here or not, you still distract me, babe.” Dylan grinned and my heart fluttered in my chest, beginning to beat a little faster than before. Babe. Dylan noticed my frozen state, his eyes widening as he realized what he said. “Oh shit. I-I’m sorry it slipped.”

 “No, no. It’s okay. I like how it sounds.” I smiled, staring down at our hands as my heart continued to pound against my ribcage. “I’ll see you at home… babe.” I whispered, looking back up at him, my bottom lip between my teeth as a small moan left his lips.

 “God, I love how it sounds coming from you.” He muttered, wetting his lips with his tongue as he stared down at me. “I’ll make a reservation to your favorite restaurant during lunch. I should be home around 6:40.” Dylan placed a small chaste kiss to my lips as I nodded.

 “Okay. I’ll see you then.” I grin, leaning on my tippy toes, leaving a few kisses to his lips, giggling a bit. “I should go before I get addicted to those pretty lips of yours.” I joked, picking at the lint on his suit.

 “Alright, alright. Go on, cutie.” Dylan grinned and I turned around to walk away, gasping when I felt a hand come down lightly on my ass. My lips parted in shock as I playfully scoffed, shaking my head at the weird man I call my boyfriend… he’s my boyfriend, right? Ah, shit.

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