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mizuseyebrows · 3 months

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a tamed blue-eyed onryō —mizu x reader

warnings: not proofread. fluff. she/her pronouns for mizu. petnames. so much fluff. tantrums.

includes: sweet and stubborn reader. sensitive and soft mizu. word count: 3.2k

summary: you little mf get horny when you see an angry mizu (I get you) and you were trying to make her mad, but she happens to love you too much.

a/n: even tho reader's gender is not addressed, I imagine this being sort of a second part of my love letter to mizu. but they're not actually related (?)

Your head bounced against the futon, two hands digging into your wrists—trapping you beneath her. A pair of blue eyes penetrated into your soul, while the eyelids remained still. She didn't even blink. The rest of her face had a grim expression, her breathing was heavy but calm. Her passive but threatening attitude reminded you of when a tiger had its sights set on a new prey. Maybe you shouldn't have gone too far with the teasing. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.

Although, this was what you were looking for, huh?

“Do you enjoy finding ways to piss me of?” Mizu huffed hoarsely, pinning you with her legs pressed against your thighs. Your faces were so close that you could feel every hot, deep breath coming from her nostrils.

You looked at her with a mocking—and pleased—smile. Gods, every time her eyebrows knitted together like that and she bellowed in anger, you felt your limbs setting on fire. "Piss you of? What did I say?" You also knew that feigning innocence would make her angrier.

Mizu's expression is one of annoyance as she shifts her weight around on your body— now her knee pressing right up against your waist. Her lips curl up into a wee smile as she leans her forehead against yours, her blue eyes darting over your face like a hawk. A small smirk sounds as her body heat radiates against your skin, your vision blurring due to the proximity between the both of you.

"Exactly that."

"Exactly what? I don't understand you, Mizu." You looked defiantly into her eyes, trying not to show your satisfaction with the situation; although you failed miserably.

A small laugh escapes from her lips, her breath tickling your cheeks. Her hand slides up against your neck, her fingernails almost digging into your skin as she keeps her forehead pressed against yours. She holds her grip tightly as she looks into your eyes, her voice becoming lower— her breath becoming hot.

"That smirk and mocking tone you use," She replied in an annoyed tone with an unamused look in her eyes, though you could almost see a little smile remaining on her lips. "It's infuriating."

"Is that so?" You closed your eyes at having her so close, sighing softly at the feeling of her nose touching yours. "How infuriating?"

"Very." Her voice was a low whisper as her body trembled with annoyance. "Insufferable. I should slap your smiling face." She let out a low chuckle at the thought, lowering herself slightly to where her lips were only a few inches away from yours. Your breath mingles with hers, her fingers tightening around your throat.

"Do it..." You breathed, feeling choked—you loved that feeling. Your entire body tensed and your free hand reached for something, which ended up being Mizu's navy blue haori. "Take away my insolence with a slap..."

Mizu's breathing hitches as she glances over at your lips. Her eyes grow wide with surprise as her breath becomes shallow. She doesn't move away as your lips brush against hers. Her eyes narrow as the corners of her mouth curl up into a small smirk. "I'd much rather kiss you..."

"No. You said slap." You protested with a childish pout, throwing a tantrum over something as worrying as wanting her to hit you. Mizu has never dared to put a hand on you like that, but from the way her fingers squeezed your neck so deliciously, you could imagine that her skin crashing rudely against yours must feel even better.

The swordswoman rolled her eyes as she chuckled with amusement and tightened her grip around your neck to bring you so close that her lips were just inches from yours again. One of her legs straddled over your thigh and she looked at you with a dark yet seductive gaze as the corners of her mouth curled up into a small smirk.

"No, you're going to shut up and kiss me."

"Mizu!" You complained and looked into her eyes, with your breath hardly entering your throat.

Mizu's expression softened. She leaned above you, closing the distance between the both of you. Her tongue darted out and poked your lips gently like she was licking, searching for permission to enter you. She moved her lips against yours so slowly and seductively, her lips feeling like a million tiny kisses being rubbed all over you. Her hand gripped the back of your neck as her other slid down your back.

You sighed and opened your mouth to allow her tongue to caress yours, tilting your head to the side so she could do whatever she wanted with your mouth. What else could you do when that dominant side of her made all your fingers want to curl up?

Mizu hummed as she took advantage of your submission, her tongue slowly and seductively pushing deep into your mouth. Her lips were soft and hot, her body was taller than yours, her strength was strong as the tips of her fingers slid into the hair in the back of your head. She bit your lip softly as she slowly pulled away, her breath becoming hot against your skin. Her blue eyes dart as she looks back up at you with a lustful gaze.

She stayed like that for a beat longer before her mouth formed into a soft smirk. "Your mouth is very pretty, darling." Mizu stated lowly.

"Oh really? How pretty is it?" You giggled, still lost in the mental haze that her kiss had caused. You could still feel your lips tickling and the sensation of her tongue against yours. A single kiss from Mizu made your world spin.

Mizu tilted her head to the side as she stroked your lips. She thought for a moment before speaking again. "On a scale from one to ten, I would say it's a ten. Maybe even higher." Her tone was soft and low as she spoke, her blue eyes still glued to your features— almost as if she could see right through you. She had such an intensity to her stare.

You smiled sweetly at her, still a little lost in your thoughts. But suddenly you remembered what you had been looking for by bothering and you frowned. "No! Why can't you be mad at me? I want to make you mad!" You snorted dramatically.

That made her smirk widen into a full-blown grin, seeming amused by your antics. She shook her head, her finger tapping on the middle of your forehead. "You can try." She spoke in a low, deep, sultry voice as she leaned her face a bit closer to yours.

"I tried! I thought you pinning me here was because I made you get angry but you're already letting out your pretty smiles." You pouted, crossing your arms.

"Let me see you pout, darling," Mizu giggled quietly, her breath caressing your skin. "Let me see you pout, darling. I think it fits you very well." Her tone was teasing and playful as she spoke.

"Mizu!" You complained again, making a sad expression. "I miss you being mad at me."

Mizu rolled her eyes and huffed at you, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "You are so spoiled. You always want what you can't have, don't you?" She replied with a mockery as her tone was amused at the way you acted like a child.

You whined slightly kicking your feet, continuing with your tantrum. "You're very sexy when you get angry. Get upset!"

Mizu laughed loudly at that comment, throwing her body aside. She couldn’t believe you were serious about any of this. "So, what you're telling me is... I should get more angry just for you?"

"The same way you were annoyed with me when we first met. Remember, when everything about me made you snort in annoyance?" You brought your hands up to caress her neck and pressed your hips against hers.

Mizu's face instantly turned into a bright red as she felt your hands caressing and your body pressing against hers. "Yes, I do..." She breathed out softly, her voice becoming quiet with her throat slightly closing up. She blinked slowly, taking deep breaths and staring down at you innocently.

"Tell me what can I do to make you upset? Stop loving me for a few minutes and get angry, come on~" You kept whining to convince her, as if you were a little girl.

Mizu blinked at you, seemingly trying to hold back her smile. She frowned and leaned her head away from you to stared down at you, seemingly giving you the response you wanted to hear. "I am going to strangle you if you don't shut up," She gritted her teeth as she spoke in a low tone, clenching her fists and frowning at you.

Your eyes shone upon hearing her threat and you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, feeling excited. "Really?! Then I won't shut up!"

Mizu couldn't hold back her smile anymore, her lips curling as she watched you grin like a child who had a plan and found it hilarious. She laughed and shook her head, looking down at you. "You are such a brat." With that, she leaned her face closer to you, her lips hover next to your ear when she whispered one last thing. "Shut up."

You gasped heavily and closed your eyes, bending your face to the side. "I give up... I softened your heart too much; you can't be bothered with me anymore... It's all my fault." You continued your tantrum, being a little dramatic.

Mizu chuckled softly as she kissed your ear, her face slowly moved closer to yours again. "Are you telling me that you want me to be angry with you? Is that your way of getting me more riled up? That has to be the most childish thing I've ever heard from you."

"I already told you, my love... You're sexy when you get upset." You looked her in the eyes, with a pout. "You're hot at all times but when you get upset you have something that... I don't know how to describe it." I groaned, squirming under her.

Her face reddened even more as your voice turned into a growl, something that made her heart race even more. You had really put those words to good use, making her blush brighter than before. She cleared her throat and stared at you with a soft smile. "I see... so you're basically saying that when I'm upset, I'm even hotter.”

"Oh yeah. You become more dangerous and threatening, it's like dealing with a time bomb. It's hot as hell." You nodded several times, being very serious.

She tilted her head at you with a playful smile and whispered softly again. "So... Is that all I would have to do to drive you crazy and make you go insane? Just get really angry with you all the time?" Mizu said in a low, sultry tone.

"Not all the time, honey. Just... Sometimes." You caressed her cheeks, admiring her ethereal face. She looked like a woman painted by the kami themselves.

She looked at you with a gaze that could easily melt a man's heart as she brought her lips closer to yours. Her fingers hovered against your cheek just an inch away. "Is that so? Should I get angry at you more?" she whispered softly as she gave you a slow peck. She let out a small, quiet hum of pleasure as she gave you several little kiss.

You sighed feeling her small, soft kisses on your lips. You just loved when you gave each other those types of kisses that always had a snap sound. "Do you like to spoil me?" You reached up your hands to release her bun and began to comb her hair with your fingers.

That made her let out a soft sound of contentment. She breathed out deeply as you loosened her bun, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a small sigh. "I enjoy spoiling, my sweetheart. Would you like to be spoiled more?" She whispered softly, letting out a slow, quiet hum of pleasure as you continued to caress her hair.

"Mhmm... Please me by bothering you more..." You nodded, still speaking in a soft, intimate tone. "Just like you get upset with Taigen. God, when you get upset with Taigen it's so amazing."

"Taigen has a way of pissing me off that not even you can match. He's so stubborn and infuriating that it's impossible for him not to get on my nerves at one point or another." Mizu breathed out deeply as she leaned her head against your chest, your hand in her hair making her feel relaxed. She closed her eyes momentarily and let out a soft sigh.

"Why do you love me so much?" You held her tightly to your chest, making sounds to represent the force you were exerting.

"Because you’re my weakness, you make me happy, darling. You have proven time and time again that you care about me, that you're there for me and that you love me." Mizu said softly, her breathing slowing down as she grew more and more eased in your arms. She smiled and wrapped her arms around you, her fingers curling around your torso.

"Gods, what a nightmare to have softened the onryō!" You sighed dramatically, teasing her. You made her bury her head in the crook of your neck and started kissing her forehead and hair profusely.

Mizu couldn't help but laugh a bit as you teased her about "softening her" and kissing her all over, she began to feel more relaxed with those gentle and sweet kisses you showered on her, her heart fluttering away with each peck. "Is this a nightmare for you too?" She teased back in a playful way as she closed her eyes.

"You have no idea how horrible it is to have tamed the blue-eyed demon." You continued mocking her, feeling an enormous wave of love for her at this moment.

She couldn't help but laugh a bit at your teasing, her breath catching in her throat as she was overwhelmed with the sudden rush of affection. She squeezed you as her body began to melt into the softness of your embrace. She had grown to love your little kiss-attacks to the point where she found them endearing and calming. It was so nice to have her darling spoil her like this.

You cupped her cheek to lift her face a little so she could look at you. Then lowered your face a little and kissed her softly on the lips, just wanting to convey the love you feel for her. "Everything I said about you being an onryō is a lie, okay? You know I don't think you're a demon, right?" You whispered against her mouth, wanting to assure you were only joking.

Mizu's eyes met yours with a genuine and soft expression as you held her face in your hands. "I know that, darling. You have proven me that you don’t think of me as a demon." She whispered affectionally back, leaning her head against your shoulder again.

You continued kissing her lovingly and caressing her hair. You pressed her closer to your body, wanting to merge with her. "Also, if you don't want to get upset with me, that's fine. Don't take anything I said seriously, I don't want you to feel bad because I 'softened' you or something."

"I know, sweetheart. You don't have to worry about that." She whispered quietly, her hands slowly wrapping around your back.

"Do you promise me that you won't punish yourself because I soften you? Do you promise me that this won't make you feel bad about yourself?" You looked into her beautiful, icy blue eyes.

"I promise you," Mizu breathed out as she looked at you, her heart fluttering again in her chest. "Do you promise to always love me? Even when I feel weak, when I break or when I get upset?" She asked in a slightly higher voice.

"Of course, darling. I will love you always always always." You shook your head to emphasize your words.

That was all that she really wanted. Mizu couldn't help but giggle as she grasped herself closer to your body even more. She closed her eyes tightly, allowing her body to relax against you and letting out a quiet humming sound of content. She was almost falling asleep in your arms. She could have stayed like that forever— safe in your arms. She was only a little bit worried that you'd let go of her.

"I love you so much, Mizu..." You whispered, looking at her sleepy countenance and lovingly stroked her long, silky hair. Having her like this just for you made you feel warm and complete. "Thank you for always trusting me and allowing me to give you everything you deserve."

She nodded slightly. She didn't feel the need to say anything back because you already knew how she felt. She just let her body melt into yours, her arms hugging around yours.

"You should let yourself get some sleep, I'll protect you, my baby."

Mizu let out a small sound of protest at that pet name. Her breath growing deeper and slower— slowly falling asleep in your arms. She couldn't help but think that this was the most peaceful she'd felt in a long time, feeling completely protected by you.

"Although, before you go to sleep, I want you to dream about what I'm going to tell you." You tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in to whisper to her. "You're heavier than me and as soon as you fall asleep, you'll crush me. You'll crush your girlfriend." You laughed sugarily, cracking the last joke of the night.

She let out another soft sound of protest at your tease, frowning a little bit. She was feeling more and more tired now. She didn't respond to the joke at first, too exhausted to even laugh about it. Although she finally mumbled. "I'm not... that heavy"

"Oh yes, you are, baby." You nodded and laughed, holding her closer to you. "But I like you heavy and all."

"You like me being heavy?" Mizu mumbled; her voice full of sleepiness. She sighed softly, shifting her body to be more comfortable against you. Her breathing slowed down once again as she was becoming overwhelmed with how sleep-inducing your embrace felt.

"It's like being squished by a warm, fuzzy bear, I like it." You gave her a tender kiss on the forehead.

She didn't respond to that, she just let her breath slow down even more. It seemed like nothing could bother her at this moment— not the soft sound of your giggling, not even the fact that you called her a big bear. She was just happily sleeping against you, her chest rising up and down with her deep-ish breaths.

"Rest, honey." You whispered as soon as you saw her asleep.

Mizu’s body became limp. She seemed so small and delicate as she slept peacefully against your chest. She didn't stir at all, her breath slow yet steady. In her sleep, she had a gentle expression— as though she was having a peaceful sleep. She truly felt safe and protected.

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youaintnothinbuta · 2 years

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elvis - “got the blood pumping quite a bit there, hey sweetheart?”

Summary: You and Elvis were watching TV together after eating dinner but his jeans cause you a little grief as he can’t seem to get comfortable underneath you.

Pairing: elvis x fem!reader (or austin!elvis if you prefer)

Word count: 1,659

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (F receiving), daddy kink, praise, unprotected sex, p in v.

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A/N: go easy on me this is the first bit of smut I’m publishing :) ALSO THAT MF GIF OKAY DAMN

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You and Elvis sat on the couch together, you in his lap as he had his arms curled around your waist, watching TV after dinner. Elvis moved to sit his body more upright, making one of your legs fall down one side of his thigh. He pulled your body further up on his, having your weight sit more on his lap than his legs as he got comfortable. He hadn’t yet changed out of his jeans, sending a shooting feeling of fire through your core as the thin material of his underwear that you were wearing as shorts was dragged against your most sensitive of areas. All you hoped was that his jeans were too thick for him to be able to feel your pussy throbbing against him, desperate for his attention.

He could feel it. He could feel it way stronger than you would’ve thought. Stronger than you want him to, at least.

His hands gripped either side of your waist and squeezed you tightly, yet gently. He decided he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the way he was seated, and that the way for him to get more comfy was to press his thigh upwards a bit, and then pop it back down where it was before, making you let out a little gasp.

“Got the blood pumping quite a bit there, hey sweetheart?” Elvis chuckled, teasing.

You snapped your head around to face him so fast you’d have thought you got whiplash. “You can feel that?”

Elvis chuckled, biting his lip, “Yes, sugar. I can feel it very well. Now, would you like me to do something about it?”

Oh good god, that was the sexiest thing he possibly could’ve said.

You knew you were in for it tonight. Some days Elvis was sloppy and desperate, he just needed you no matter what. Other days he was cocky about it, teasing you, making you desperate, wanting a night dedicated to you. This was certainly going to be one of the latter.

You lent your back against him, turning your face upwards to meet his.

“Mhm.” You nodded. Elvis crashed his lips against yours, his kiss soaking with passion. Your lips explored each others for a while. He pulled and bit on your bottom lip, the kiss becoming hotter and heavier with each breath.

“Come on.” He mumbled against your lips and patted your hip. You stood up off of his lap, feeling dizzy with lust. He stood up, turning off the tv. He waited for you make your way to the bedroom, he followed close behind, close enough to have his hips accidentally bump into your back once or twice. You entered the bedroom, he shut the door behind himself, as you stood there, shyly, waiting for him.

“On the bed.” He ordered. His voice was stern, but not aggressive. You did as he said, taking a seat on the bed.

“On the bed, Y/N. I can’t eat you from that angle, now can I?” Elvis spoke as he came over to you, pulling your knees apart and urging your further back onto his bed, his body following you as you pulled yourself backwards, resting your head on your pillow.

“That’s a good girl.” He purred. He layed between your legs, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes ever shifting between your face and your crotch. His pinky finger tugged at the waistband of his underwear that you was wearing, you felt the liquid leak from your body onto the fabric as he did so. His other fingers lightly grazed circles and lines over your tummy. He played with the waistband for a bit, just watching your face as he ran his fingers all over the soft skin of your crotch. You’d never known a tease quite like him.

“I suppose I should get these off of you.” His eyes shifted from yours to your hips.

He slowing peeled them off of you, “God, sake. Always makin’ such a mess of my clothes, aren’t ya?” His shook his head, his voice was low, sending shivers up your spine.

He closed your legs to get his underwear off of your body by your ankles, before reopening them, pulling each of your knees down either side of him. Your body was just putty in his hands, he moved you, you listened. He studied your heat, eyes wandering around your body as he used his thumb and index finger to part your lips, his touch making you jump a little. He chuckled a little, smiling up at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Sensitive tonight, ain’t that right, baby?” His gaze burnt your face, you felt your cheeks physically heat up and change colour as you nodded in response.

“Perfect little pussy.” He mumbled as he drew his attention back to your core, going to kiss your inner thigh. He gently pulled apart the folds of your pussy with each of his thumbs, you could feel the air he was breathing out brush against you. With no warning, no warm up, he licked one long stripe from your sex up to your clit.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your head thrown back from watching him to watching the ceiling. He cocked an eyebrow up at you and paired it with the cockiest of grins, pausing for a second, to make sure you really wanted it. You whined, looking down at him, he shook his head slightly before going back to lick another stripe of your sex. Elvis wasn’t nearly as vocal giving you head as he was when fucking you, he instead preferred to spare his breath for sucking on your clit, and listening to all the noise coming from you, yet somehow how was just as communicative, if not more, with those facial expressions of his. A continuous string of whimpers, whines and moans left your mouth as Elvis worked his lips against your pussy, licking, sucking and kissing you just the way he knew you liked.

“Elvis, that’s it, I’m so close.” You mouth hung open in awe of the feeling he was providing you with. Elvis heard these words and by god he didn’t dare change a thing he was doing.

“Come on, baby, come for me.” With his final words of encouragement you let yourself go all over his face, he gently licked you clean as you came over his lips and chin. He crawled up over you smiling as he brought his face to yours. You kissed his lips, wanting to taste yourself secondhand.

“Noisy little bird, aren’t ya?” He smiled, kissing you.

“Shall I pipe down?” You asked, cheeks pink and burning.

“Don’t you ever even consider it.” His voice grumbled from deep in his throat. You smiled, burying your face in the crook of his neck as your body contracted, still coming down from your high.

“Still going?” He asked, impressed with himself.

Your abdomen contracted again, forcefully bringing your head to smack against his chest.

“Shit, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot. Came so good for me, didn’t you?” He praised you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his weight down onto you, wanting something to hold onto and be pressed against as your body convulsed periodically underneath him, a whimper escaping your lips with each contraction.

“Good girl, daddy’s got you,” he kissed your forehead. “Oh, that’s it, sweetheart, you hang on to me now. This’s a big one, you really needed that one, didn’t ya, darlin’?” He talked you through coming down from your high, separating the words he spoke with kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips and just about anywhere else he could reach without lifting his body from you.

After he was sure you’d calmed down, he stood up, stripping himself of his shirt and those jeans that had gotten you into this situation in the first place, his underwear going with them.

“Gonna give me another one, baby? Come on my cock this time?” He hummed, lining himself up with your dripping hole. He took your face in his hand, making you hold eye contact with him as he slowly pressed himself inside of you.

“Takin’ me so well, such a good little girl. You gonna come for me?” He crooned.

All you could reply with was a string of weak little moans.

“Don’t get me wrong, baby, I love all the pretty little sounds you make when I’m deep inside you but I don’t got all day, answer me baby, gonna come for me?”

“Oh, god, yes, please.”

“What are you gonna do for me?”

“I’m gonna come.”

“Who for?” He slammed into you, each thrust going deeper into your body.

“Oh, fuck!” You took a sharp breath. “You, daddy, I’m gonna come just for you.”

“That’ta girl.” He grunted. He soon was unable to speak, picking up the pace rapidly as a thread of deep and desperate grunts and groans left his lips.

He licked his thumb and pressed it to your clit. He needed you to come around him, he needed to feel your tight pussy walls squeezing his cock, milking him. Lucky for him, that was all you needed to be sent over the edge. You tightened around him, your legs locking around his hips as your head was thrown back and stars clouded your vision. Just seconds later, he hurled himself forward into you one last time, melting into your chest as his hot come spilled out into your pussy, catching his breath against your the skin of your neck.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless. You ran your fingers through his hair, “I love the way you make me feel.” You mumbled to him. He didn’t move, just laid there inside of you, recollecting his thoughts.

“I love you.” He replied, pulling out of you and holding your knees open as he watched his come drip out of you and run down your ass, before getting a tissue to clean you and himself up.

#elvis x y/n #austin elvis imagine #elvis x you #elvis #elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #austin butler

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kwonhoshi0 · 3 years

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𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 | h.c

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pairing : bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and denki x reader [ separate ]

genre : very suggestive, fluff

notes : got this idea while realising everyone i simp for in this damn anime is emotionally unavailable :] i think this says a lot about me

[ bakugou ]

> internally screaming

> so you were all doing spin the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven

> and it was his turn, he didn’t want to be there but kirishima told him you’d be there 😭

> and when the bottle landed on you, your body temperate went ^^^^

> kirishima and mina practically shoved you both inside the closet

> you wanted to kiss him but like this is blasty boy we’re talking about

> he will not show his emotions if he likes you and he probably won’t make the first move

> ‘why are you looking at me like that’

> ‘like what dumbass’

> you decided to be a brat so you said ‘like you want to kiss me’

> mans eyes widened, he looked like a bug

> ‘i-i uh, i mean’ and your confidence went ^^ and he saw that you so he decided to be a brat

> so he put his arms around your waist pulling you in

> ‘doesn’t seem like you don’t want me’

> and you crashed your lips on his pulling away for a second saying ‘if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you, a lot’

> ‘i like you too idiot’ he says blUShing

> and he kisses you again ‘you’re mine now’

> ‘don’t i get a choice blasty’

> ‘not at all princess’

> you were both getting a little heated letting out some quiet groans and moans

> his arms around your waist yours around his neck and one of his hands w a n d e r i n g

> so when mina and denki opened the door to that they s creEAMED

> ‘FINALLY’

> cue angry bakugou screaming

> ‘YOU COULDVE FUCKING WARNED US WHEN YOU WERE GOING TO OPEN THE DAMN DOOR’

> ‘that’s no fun bakubro’

> fair to say you both didn’t go back to the game 😳

[ midoriya ]

> it was his turn and to say he’s nervous is an understatement

> of course he hopes it lands on you bc if it landed on anyone else he’d be disappointed but like also he’d malfunction if it does

> anddd then it lands on you and he’s just O.o

> everyone knew about his crush on you except from you

> he’s not exactly subtle he goes so red everytime you try talk to him

> try because he doesn’t talk back most the time he just stutters

> so you’re a bit afraid that he’s uncomfortable with you so you’re like ‘uh midoriya we don’t have to i don’t want you to be uncomfortable’

> and he’s a little mad at himself for making you think that

> ‘no no i’m not uncomfortable!’

> with that you both walked in and they closed the doors

> s i l e n c e for a second before you both start babbling

> ‘i-i uh wanted to say’ ‘i was going to say’

> ‘oh sorry you go first’

> ‘i-i wanted to say that you could uh never make me uncomfortable’

> ‘close your eyes midoriya’

> ‘call me izuku’ he says with a FLusHED ass face before closing his eyes

> his breath hitches when he feels you getting closer to him

> you’re like a pinky nails length apart rn and he feels like he’s going to implode

> you knew he’d never make the first move

> so you put your hands on his jaw and press your lips to his

> he m e l t s, he doesn’t know where to put his hands so you place them on your hips or around your waist for him

> he gets more into it as you both kiss slowly letting himself move and not being so damn stiff

> you tug at his hair a little making him groan and flushing red again

> you didn’t realise how long you’d been kidding for because the door opens wide

> and thEY DIDNT EXPECT midoriya to come into any contact with you without squeaking or making it obvious to everyone outside the wardrobe

> cheering from everyone bc you finally made a move on eachother

> but also a very embarrassed deku </3

[ todoroki ]

> has no idea what 7 minutes in heaven is at first

> mina has to explain it and he’s just like ‘this is dumb’

> until he sees mina dragging you to sit down

> it was your turn to spin you said ‘if it’s mineta todoroki please turn me into an ice cube’

> which made him- giggle?? ANd you just went （♡ ◡♡）

> mina just looked at you both and said ‘it’s so painfully obvious’ leading you to glare at her

> you got a little sidetracked and didn’t realise who it landed on

> when you saw it landed on todoroki you panicked

> mina was cheering like a lunatic

> you both got up and walked to the wardrobe

> as soon as the door closed you both looked at eachother a little red

> ‘y/n it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable with this we don’t have to even talk’

> you pouted at this looking at the ground ‘i love talking to you im not uncomfortable at all’

> you didn’t see him but he smiled as soon as you said that

> ‘i love talking to you too’ man was r ed

> you looked up at him and accidentally flicked between his eyes and lips blushing a little when he noticed

> ‘y/n’. you hummed

> he brought a finger up to your chin lifting your head up so you were now looking at eachother again

> your body temperature was r i s i n g

> you kinda knew he liked you from the past couple minutes

> he leaned down his hand now on your jaw and kissed you

> it was soft and seemed like that out of a disney movie

> you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in a little

> after a minute more of small kisses you felt a cold breeze

> pulling away for a second you realised the door was wide open and everyone started yELLING

> which made you both shy away a little

> ‘y/n do you want to uh get soba with me’

> boy basically told you he’s in love with you tbh

[ denki ]

> this mf i stg he’s probably the one who brought up the idea

> has a FAt crush on you and is shameless about it

> you knew but didn’t hes a little flirt so you just thought that he’s like that with everyone

> the bottle lands on you and hes just :D

> you both walk into the closet and you’re a little nervous

> ‘hey cutie’ you grin at his antics ‘hi denki’

> he gets really close to your face making your breath hitch ‘so uh if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you’ and you just go 0.0

> ‘wait really? i thought you just flirt with everyone’ making him chuckle a little

> ‘nope the difference is when i flirt with you i don’t make sex jokes i make dating jokes’

> ‘charmer aren’t you’ this flirty ass just puts both his arms around your waist pulling you so your hips are touching

> ‘wouldn’t you like to know sunshine’ he captures your lips with his own, surprisingly he was soft at first

> and then he got a little rougher biting your bottom lip tugging on it a little making butterflies form in your stomach

> you tug on his blonde locks making him groan

> his hand wandering along your body tracing down your arms and waist

> anD then the door swings open and he lets his head rest on your shoulder

> ‘DENKI I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO PUSSY OUT AT THE LAST MINUTE’

> ‘NOt COOL’

> yeah you didn’t go back to the game either :]

A/N :

i realised i’ve barely done any suggestive content on this acc so i wanted to try write some more <3

taglist : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life

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batlingsstuff · 3 years

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|| DREAM SMP HEADCANONS ||

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hello! this is my first time doing headcanons, and i just want to clarify some things:

sadly, i won't be doing requests because i'm busy af with school and i dont want to dissapoint anyone, but you can drop some suggestions and i would think about it! it would be really nice :)

also i won't be writing romantic headcanons for minors or those who are uncomfortable with it, but i can do platonic headcanons for them! ^^

i won't be doing nsfw headcanons either, because i'm uncomfy with sexualizing real people and just writing nsfw in general :)

also, please tell me if someone is uncomfortable with fanfics and/or headcanons and i will erase that part as fast as possible, thanks for passing by! - batling

✦ means platonic

✦ characters : ranboo, tubbo, tommy, philza, techno and jschlatt

♥ means romantic

♥ characters: quackity, wilbur, nihachu, dream, george, sapnap, eret, karl, fundy and bbh

keywords:

(y/n) : your name

(n/n) : nickname

(p/p) : pizza place

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“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – John Green

┌────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┐

SLEEPOVERS

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GENDER NEUTRAL

└────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┘

♥ Quackity

oh boy

i just have two words for this one: pure chaos

he will punch you with a pillow if you try to sleep

and you will be MAD at this

grabbing a pillow and hitting him RIGHT IN THE FACE with all your strenght

he'll probably fake cry about it, saying that you hurt him

after a while of pillow fighting, you guys got tired and plopped into the bed, snuggling into eachother and just enyoing the comfortable silence before drifting to sleep

♥ Wilbur

you two will probably blast hamilton and scream the lyrics till the neighbours wake up and you get angry knocks at your door

and you will laugh at that, lowering the speaker's volume and telling him to lower his voice aswell to avoid your neighbours calling the police

then you'll eat snacks and talk about anything that pops into your mind, laughing at the most silly jokes

he will sing sweet songs to you, making you fall asleep to his calming voice

summary: fluff

♥ Nihachu

you and her will bake pastries at a very late hour

she REALLY enjoys baking with you bc she thinks it's a great way to spend time with you

all this girl wants is to spend her time by your side, doing particularlly anything like streaming, baking, playing games and going outside for a walk and/or shopping

once you finished baking, she will kiss your cheek multiple times. that's her way to tell you that you did a great job :)

you'll spend the rest of the night cuddling, eating your pastries and watching some random movie, commenting about how bad it is and laughing

♥ Dream

bruh

this bitch will speedrun the sleepover

is it possible to speedrun a sleepover? maybe

you'll spend the rest of the night probably playing uncharted 3: drake's deception in his old ps3

after a while, you guys got bored from uncharted and went to his pc to play amnesia: the dark descent

there are 2 options:

you will be scared as fuck and will avoid looking at the screen when you think something bad will happen or when some body will come out from a drawer

or you will be totally chill with it, laughing hard when clay pisses his pants for real when he encounters the gatherer

you named the gatherer 'bob' :)

♥ George

he'll take you to the rooftop

and pushes you so you fall to your death

i mean

he gets blankets and pillows so you can stargaze together

he'll teach you the constelations while pointing them, excited about every single one of them

"look (y/n), that's the ursa major!"

he'll have hot chocolate prepared too, so you don't get cold while stargazing

you try your best to not fall asleep on the rooftop

but eventually fail

when he notices you're asleep, he stops talking about the constellations and carries you to your bedroom, giving you a goodnight kiss and leaving you in your bed so you can have a peaceful rest

♥ Sapnap

hey mamas

i don't know what sapnap will do in a sleepover so i will just improvise B)

you will watch anime together

not any kind of anime, like that romance-comedy bullcrap

no fuck that

you will watch the classy angsty anime like madoka magica

WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY

you will fucking cry because of literally anything that happens to the characters

"(y/n) why are you crying it's just a show"

'IT'S NOT ANY SHOW SAPNAP IT'S FUCKING MADOKA MAGICA OF COURSE I'M GOING TO CRY'

the last chapter made you fucking cry harder

AUTHOR HERE I WAS CRYING SO MUCH WHEN IT ENDED

yeah you will basically watch anime with him, cry about it and he will comfort you and bring you a glass of water so you don't have a terrible headache after it

I KNOW THIS HEADCANON SUCKED I'M SO SORRY

♥ Eret

KINGG <3

you two will plan a picnic in your yard

yes your yard

he'll bring a ton of snacks and you'll buy a few drinks

you two spend the rest of the picnic talking about your future and enjoying the snacks

then, he'll make you stand up and will teach you how to dance tango

and of course you will mess everything up

and you even stomped on his feet accidentally, making him wimper

but he brushed off the pain and laughed at your concerned face

after calming down his laughter, he gave you a passionate kiss and hugged you tightly

i love eret ok

♥ Karl Jacobs

this man.

this man is the definition of sweet

you'll spend the night cuddling and making cute pet names for eachother

he will definetely give you a great back massage if you're stressed

then he'll start writing love letters full of things he adore of you

and you'll do the same for him

after that, you will share your letters and just snuggle and smile at the sweet things you guys wrote for eachother

he will deffo shower you with kisses when he finishes reading your letter, telling you that you're the nicest person on earth

and that he loves you so so much

♥ Fundy

i'm a huge fundy simp ok

he will bring his piano to your house and you guys will compose a melody together

he will let you sit on his lap while you play the piano/keyboard with him

fundy will basically teach you how to play basic piano songs

you asked him if you guys could play megalovania together

he said no :(

but still you got to play nice songs together without messing up

and when you got the hang of it, he snuggled his face in your neck and kissed you there genly

and when you got tired, he started playing very calming songs and you fell asleep in his lap, snuggling into his chest

he gently carried to your room and will sleep beside you putting a fair distance so you can have a comfortable sleep!

♥ BadBoyHalo

bbh supremacy

he will get rat ready so you can snuggle with her too :)

you guys will mainly play with rat and talk about life in general

he will call you tons of cute pet names

ofc he will call you muffin it's bbh who we're talking about

he will talk about how bad he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

after a while, he will take you to his kitchen and start making muffins together

he will guide you on how to bake 'em though

you guys had a great time making muffins and cuddling with him and rat :)

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✦ Ranboo

tall mf gives the best piggy back rides

when he gets to your house there is a 100% chance he will bump his head on the door frame

and there is a 100% chance you will make fun of him because of that

"(y/n) please stop laughing my head hurts :("

you'll give him some ice to put on his head while you two play minecraft on your ps4

you will bring snacks too and ask him if his head is better

"yeah, thank you (n/n)"

he will pull you in a hug so you can be comfy together while you play good ol' minecraft

because ranboo surely doesn't play anything besides fucking minecraft

stfu that video of him playing spooky's jump scare mansion doesn't exist

✦ Tubbo

SWEET BE BOYY <3

he will gift you a bee plushie

expect a lot of (FRIENDLY) hugs from him

like fundy, you guys will play piano together

you guys are most likely to prank call some random numbers AND your friends

and you accidentally called some random pizza place

"hello! this is (p/p), may i take your order?"

you were nervous and didn't know what to say

UNTIL YOU CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA

"hello? are you there?"

'hi yes, i would like to order 7 extra large pepperoni pizzas to (tommy's adress).'

"oh- okay! uhm- they will arrive in a few hours. are you okay with that?"

'yes ma'am, thank you.'

when you ended the call, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, knowing that tommy will be so mad at you guys-

✦ Tommy

like quackity, PURE. CHAOS.

you guys will obviously stream your sleepover

doing a q&a stream :)

tubbo and wilbur will probably crash your stream and start spamming things like 'MEETUP??' and 'DIDN'T GET AN INVITE'

you guys laughed and added them to the call

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU GUYS INVITE ME?" wilbur shouted

'i'm sorry willlll'

you kept playing minecraft with wilbur, tubbo and quackity too since he crashed your stream like an hour later

after the stream, you got up and plopped on the mattress that was on the floor

"tired?"

'yeah'

"okay, good night big (initial)"

✦ Philza

POG

YEAHHH SLEEPOVER WITH THE MINECRAFT GOD

AND KRISTIN'S THERE TOO :)))

and oh god you ADORE kristin

i'm pretty sure she's a total sweetheart

it would be like having a sleepover with your parents

only that it's less boring

you guys will watch a movie together, you will be in one side of the couch eating snacks while phil and kristin are in the other cuddling

you'll eventually bug them about it

after the movie, you fell asleep early and philza noticed, talking to kristin about it too

and wrapped a blanket around you so that you get a good rest :)

✦ Technoblade

mr. blood god teaches you the arts of the CRAFT.

yeah i mean it's techno what else does he play besides minecraft

he will play bedwars w/ u, teaching you how to pvp

"bro you kinda suck tbh"

'stfu techno'

he will comment about how bad you are, but tries to help you get better anyways

and when you do a very poggers gamer move, he praises you

and when he praises you you're all :)))

after awhile, he gets tired from watching you play minecraft and suggest watching anime

fucking weeb

i mean

other thing you guys do together in a sleepover is playing and commenting about pokemon

if you don't like pokemon get tf out of here /J

i was joking please don't leave i respect your tastes

✦ Jschlatt

ooooh boy

get ready for a session of wii training

that's all you guys will do

play wii sports and some other shit like wii music

he will laugh his ass of if you fall while playing wii fit

but he will eventually help you bc outside his funny and shouty persona, he's a really chill guy and a really nice person!

seriously like have you ever seen a theweeklyslap video?

well expect hearing amazing pep talks from him

bc this man is a legend and knows his way to words and is very good at comforting people :)

sometimes you'll rant to him about anything that's happening in your life, and he will listen to you and give you really helpful advice

and you appreciate him so much for that

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TYSM FOR READING GUYS, i appreciate it if you made it this far :)

i hope you guys really enjoyed these headcanons, it's my first time doing them and aa i'm a bit nervous about posting this but i'll be fine ig

also i'm sorry if there's a grammatical error, english is not my native language and i'm still learning it :) have a nice day/night, drink water and don't fuck up your sleeping schedule!!

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sakiyo · 4 years

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━ # ONE A.M EYELINER | suna rintaro

+ pairings: suna rintaro/reader

+ tags: best friends 2 lovers, suna being a pretty mf, mutual pining, uni!au.

+ warnings: none

+ word count: 2.2k

+ summary: suna rintaro has never let you do his eyeliner, simply because he’s afraid to let you get too close.

+ listening to: FLESH by miguel & A Warm Touch of Light by Isabella LeVan

+ note: nothing but me rambling on about how pretty suna’s eyes are and how they’re pretty enough to deserve a whole fic dedicated to them. dedicated to my dom @kiyoomae i hope you enjoy babe because i finished this shitty fic for you <3.

“i could get hypothermia if i go out there, you know.”

working with suna always ended up the same way, there was no doubt about it. by the time that the clock plastered on your wall hit twelve-forty five a.m, the project was finished, but completely half assed as a result of neither of you paying enough attention during lectures to actually know what to do. yet, somehow, the same desultory assignment would always receive an undeserving ‘A-plus’. mostly because your professor never cared to actually observe the material, as long as it was in, it was good enough for him. [but you would grade it a solid 64 percent]

there's one variable that’s different today; it’s raining. it’s one a.m and it’s raining, and suna decided that it would be a sublime idea to walk to your apartment today, of all days. [as much as you encourage him to do so, he still never checks the weather]. the disruption in your routine was anything but an easy adjustment. and as much as you wanted to kick him out, the rain was growing heavier and heavier and—

“okay fine! you can crash for the night!”

he smiled, unaware of the fact that you would have said yes to him either way.

+++

you can’t help but notice that suna has pretty eyes.

honestly, you picked up on his bizarrely unique vulpine-like eyes years ago, when you had first met him. but now, as you sit on the couch that occupies the majority of your compact living room, you’re drawn back to them.

its an odd thought to think about your best friend at one in the morning.

but...he’s admittedly pretty.

you think back to a random fact you learned in the biology course you took in your third year of highschool; you grow into your eyes. never in your life did you believe that such a miniscule piece of information would find its way back into your mind two years later, and because of suna no less.

it’s one a.m and your legs are situated in his lap, his fingers deftly toying with the tip of the anklet he bought you for your sixteenth birthday [he doesn’t believe that you still wear it, even after all the passed time],

but you’re still fixated on his eyes.

if it was even possible, the creases accented them further, like each line was strategically placed to lure one’s undivided attention to them. it’s funny though, because suna was never fond of attention. [which was also why seven year old rin never took a liking to overly-exertive you.

you still share a laugh with him thinking back to your rock hard resolve as a child and his burning desire to stay away from you.

it’s funny how easily time changes things.]

you almost feel like you’re dreaming as you watch his eyelids ghost over, his glassy skin reflecting the coral tint of the cheap ceiling light. but you’re not dreaming, he’s right there, in all his ignorant glory. suna doesn’t notice your residual gaze, he’s fixated on the ‘NBA playoffs highlights’ video streaming on his instagram feed. yet you feel creepy, overanalyzing him like this.

but you allow your mind to wander, just a bit.

“hey, rintaro?” you lightly dig your heel into his thigh.

it’s merely a sporadic case of wishful thinking. you’ve known suna rintaro for many years, which was more than enough time to figure out his complex personality.

and if there’s one thing he never allowed you to do, it was his eyeliner.

six times.

you had asked to apply the liquid to his eyes six times, and each time you had received the same answer. a simple no. he doesn’t say ‘no’ with malice, though. no...the last thing he would want is you thinking that he just hated you enough to constantly reject your proposals.

suna hums quietly, shifting to meet your gaze. “yeah?”

he still thinks you haven’t caught on, but you picked up on his tendency to immediately drop his phone in a reflex to hearing your voice a while back— you like it.

“do you think,” you shift your legs from the comfort of his lap and move your body closer to him, “i could do your eyeliner?”

your question doesn’t register.

instead, suna’s hyper fixated on the inching proximity between you two— he doesn’t like it. it’s one a.m and you’re moving one couch cushion closer, your knee is brushing against his thigh, has your skin always been this cold? he can barely focus, but he still hears the droplets of rain assaulting the window and roofs, they’re getting louder and louder and—

“suna? did you hear me?” your voice is accompanied with slight confusion.

you narrow your eyes as he blinks out of his trance. you’re not shocked though— his tendencies to space out were never limited to lectures alone. “wha?”

your shoulder rests against his, and he swears he feels his heart cease its rhythmic palpitations for a fraction of a second.

[no you idiot, that’s just your regular heartbeat.]

there’s apprehension in your voice, “can i...do your eyeliner…?” suna is a relatively simple man, the worst he can say is no, but you want a yes this time around.

“i’ve already said—”

suna’s breath hitches, as if his words are lodged at the back of his throat. your fingers grip onto the peak of his broad shoulders. [you’d rather die than admit it, but you always loved when he’d roll them back and inconspicuously stretch his neck]

suna stares at you squarely in the face. he can feel the outline of your fingernails lightly tacking into his skin. shit, he’s dreaming. his eyes shift around the room, it’s still one a.m, and he can’t get any words out of his mouth.

speak, speak, SPEAK—

you beat him to it.

“before you say no!” your voice rises as you try to appeal. “i’m letting you crash at my place for the night, i deserve a payment.” your words come out as more of a jumbled mess than a proper sentence. subconsciously, you take your bottom lip between your thumb and index fingers, biting it every now and then. suna lifts a brow at your familiar mannerisms— he likes to think he knows you better than anyone else, and he knows that you toy with your bottom lip before taking a test, receiving a report card, or going in for a job interview.

are you nervous?

he sighs.

“fine…” he whispers softly. suna doesn’t exactly know if he should regret agreeing to your question, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes visibly light up when he does.

you look pretty.

+++

he regrets it.

it’s one a.m and you’re situated on his lap, straddling him innocently as you dab the brush into the bottle of ebony ink. suna can’t help but feel like a putty in your hands, the same ones that gently grip his jaw to hold it in place.

he’s still not sure how old he was when your touches started to feel like fire.

suna feels trapped, he IS trapped. between your legs, between your soft body and the tender cushion, between the thin line of friendship and-

he should stop.

[he still can’t believe he’s doing this]

“would you like thin, or thick eyeliner, rin?”

has his name always rolled off your tongue so effortlessly?

“thin, like yours.”

you hum with content, looking him over with a small smile etched onto your face. he doesn’t understand how you can keep eye contact with him so easily, especially while you’re moving closer and closer to his chest.

he holds his breath as you exhale. he can still smell the lingering scent of peppermint from the gum you were chewing minutes before– usually he can’t stand it, but right now it feels like home. suna knows his eyes shouldn’t be trailing down to your cherry balm stained lips, and he knows that his chest shouldn’t swell at the sight of you wearing his old bleach stained t-shirt that stretched past your shorts.

suna knows that he’s not supposed to see his best friend in that light; so why is it all that he can think about?

“close your eyes for me please?”

he really doesn’t want to, afraid that if he opens them back up again, you’ll be gone and he’ll be in his bed [he still believes that he’s dreaming]. but he knows that he’d rather dance with the devil [the twins] than say no to you, so he complies.

you hum a light tune to yourself as you bring the fine-tipped brush to the edge of his eye. as the pen glides across his skin, suna can’t help but flinch at the intrusive feeling. instinctively, his hand darts up to hold your wrist, stopping you from drawing any further.

“that feels weird.” he can’t see, but he can feel the smile tugging at your lips.

“you’ll get used to it in a bit, rin.”

it’s weird, best friends don’t usually sit in each other’s lap with less than five inches of breathing room between each other. what if he were to do this with one of the twins–

that’s a disturbing thought. he immediately forgets about it. he shifts in discomfort mid-stroke, making your hand slip.

you groan in frustration; it’s at times like this that you can’t stand suna.

“stop moving! you made it smudge!” you lightly smack his chest [though, it’s just a pitiful excuse to touch him].

“sorry, sorry.” your giggles die down as you clean up the line, and suna quickly goes back to overthinking.

tik

the rain is still pouring.

tok

he counts that you breathe twice every ten seconds.

tik

you’re getting closer to his chest.

tok

he can still smell the leftover pizza on the coffee table from today’s takeout.

tik

the gel feels kind of nice now.

tok

its one a.m and suna’s falling in love with–

“earth to suna?” you huff as you lightly tap his shoulder, “don’t tell me that you’ve fallen asleep on me.” it’s quite funny to him when you say that; you’re actually what keeps him up at night.

you lean back as he opens his eyes, looking at the eyeliner from afar. you can’t help but get a bit jealous– even without trying, suna had always managed to look perfect.

you’re so caught up that you don’t notice yourself starting to slip.

“watch out.” his hand slips around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

it’s one a.m and your hands are back on his shoulders. you know that your eyes shouldn’t be on his slightly chapped lips, and you know that you shouldn’t want to throw the hoodie adorning his body somewhere across the room.

inhale

his hands are still around your waist.

exhale

you watch as his tongue ghosts over his lips to wet them.

inhale

you can smell the residual scent of the same cinnamon cologne you got him for a ‘secret santa’ event between your friend group.

exhale

sometimes, you forget that you’re just friends.

inhale

has suna always been this attractive?

exhale

the tipped over bottle of eyeliner is spilling onto your clothes.

inhale

how would his lips feel against–

“wanna kiss you.” the hesitation in suna’s voice is clear. he knows better than anyone that best friends shouldn’t want to kiss each other. his heart is racing. when your eyes widen in surprise he wants nothing more than to push you off of him and leave without saying goodbye– but he’s already said it.

“w-what?” you stutter out. you can’t help but wonder if you’re dreaming. you want to pinch yourself, but if it is a dream, the last thing you’d want is to wake up.

“i want to kiss you. will you let me?” he says, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

little does he know that you want more; to touch him, taste him, love him–

you take the easy way out instead, “yeah...alright.”

he moves a stray strand of hair away from your face, is he doing this right? You move in closer, eyes slowly fluttering shut, but suna’s gaze still lingers on you. he thinks you look even more beautiful than before [he didn’t think it was possible]. It’s one a.m and he’s about to kiss the person of his dreams.

shit. he should close his eyes.

the journey seems like forever, but you both finally feel each other.

no, his lips don’t ghost over yours.

they press together, full of pent up passion. it’s hot, too hot for even best friends.

can you even call each other that anymore?

not with the way his hands claw at the tip of your shirt in a futile attempt of pulling you closer to him, not with the way you gather tufts of his hair in your hands, and certainly not at the way you both feel at home like this. you both can taste every last inch of each other.

he swears that he hates peppermint, but he’s drunk on the taste of it on your tongue.

you’re meant to be nothing more than childhood best friends, but you want more and more and MORE.

this shouldn’t be happening, but he wants more and more and MORE–

you both break for air after an eternity, pulling away with heat-flushed faces, heaving chests, and swollen lips. he rests his forehead against yours, peppering ghost-kisses between breaths that tickle your skin.

“i’m not supposed to love you, but i do.”

it’s two a.m, and two best friends are melting into each other.

they’re unaware that the rain has stopped.

#ending lowkey did not turnout the way i wanted but it’s decent #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #.my works

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bittersweetmorality · 4 years

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Relationship HC’s: Satoru Gojo ! <3 [x gender neutral reader]

A/N: hello :> the final part coming at you. we have god himself, in the flesh, gojo satoru. yes. the songs i included for him are all over the place, just like him oopz. you get, sexy, chaotic, and just pure romantic songs (just like you would when you’re dating him :>) enjoy bbs!

Warnings: swearing, very very slight suggestive themes

W/C: approx. 1,400

Satoru Gojo

(song: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys , Man on the Moon by Zella Day , Dance with Me by beabadoobee , Filter by Jimin of BTS , Un Anno D’Amore by Mina)

- this mf

- now, a relationship with itadori is just being in love and enjoying life because he’s just so fun

- and with megumi it’s passionate and deep love, right?

- mr. gojo satoru is just a TEASE

- he knows he’s an ethereal being, and while he doesn’t throw it in your face, he... he knows

- basically he knows he can tease you all he wants and you’ll remain putty in his hands

- but obviously, not in a bad way!! it’s all in good fun

- with him, it’s 70% teasing, 15% serious romantic aspects, 10% pure CHAOS

- let’s go through the details shall we

- he’s the type to kiss you everywhere but where you really want it

- like kiss you on the nose, cheeks, eyes, everywhere but your lips

- no matter how much you huff about it

- he’ll kiss you on the lips when he wants to

- heehee

- but when he does it’s clear how much he cares about you, even if he’s in a playful mood

- his hand can always be found guiding you from your chin or resting on the back of your head

- he’d place a single finger under your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his before kissing you

- if you grab him with two hands and pull him in to kiss you by the cheeks he’ll malfunction

- seriously, he’ll melt on the spot

- but, anyway your moments with him are... extreme (if that’s the right word to use)

- let me explain

- if he’s teasing, gosh he’s really going at it

- if he’s romantic you’ll feel like you’re on the moon (hint hint wink wink the song)

- and when it’s chaos.... yeah you definitely broke some laws

- speaking of breaking laws

- he does not know how to drive 😀

- he tells you every time “i have enough outside experience to figure out how to operate a fucking car, okay?”

- no he does not

- he never crashes or hurts anyone inside the vehicle, but man you cannot say the same to the property OUTSIDE the car

- whether or not he caused millions of dollars in city repairs, you’ll always end up at a fast food drive-thru for your midnight snack dates

- but please someone tell him that he will hurt someone unless he fully gets his license

- and before you ask him, yeah he’s gotten multiple tickets

- he didn’t even get out of them, he’s sure that if he ever gets stopped by the police again they’d definitely recognize him

- BUT ANYWAY !

- back to the dates

- dates with gojo are so spontaneous, you hardly plan any

- you’ve probably planned only one, and it was an anniversary

- but it’s not like it went according to plan anyway

- sometimes you and him stay up all night on accident, both of you thrumming with energy the entire evening when you realized the light of the early sun poking from the curtain

- “oh shit, it’s morning? what time is it?”

- “5:54 am”

- “holy shit... do you wanna go watch the sunrise?”

- “hell yeah”

- just as he can go from 0 to 10000, he goes from 10000 to 0 real quick on very rare occasions though

- only when he’s super tired, like drop dead

- he’ll just burn out, falling face first into the covers of your bed before adjusting himself into a comfortable position, extending his arms and giving you the “grabby hands” gesture

- this ALWAYS means he wants to cuddle

- speaking of cuddling

- gojo said BIG SPOON !

- we all know he’s amazing at literally everything on god’s green earth but

- damn... when he cuddles....

- .......damn..........

- just like in any aspect of your relationship, your cuddles can be chaotic, teasing or just purely romantic and loving

- during chaotic cuddles he just laughs at EVERYTHING

- seriously, you could say “doodoo fart ass” and he snorts for the first time in front of you

- literally just an idiot with no more than two braincells in his head

- now, teasing cuddles usually lead to.... 😐😐........ yeah

- i mean, what else are you supposed to do when his lips linger too far?

- when it comes to romantic cuddles, he’s either talking your ear off about how amazing and perfect you are, or it’s just complete silence

- simply enjoying that fact the he gets to hold you

- he could honestly die like this

- honestly, although he’s a ball of pure energy, he loves dates at home with you

- but i feel like i should mention that one date y’all had

- you two were at the mall, and suddenly he dragged you into Victoria’s Secret, claiming he just needed to show you this one pair of lingerie that would look stunning on you

- jokes on you because he tricked you, only to pick up the ugliest, lime-green granny panties and said the loudest he possibly could,

- “babe, i feel like these would suit you really well for tonight, yaknow, our special night~”

- good thing he lets you beat him up sometimes

- anyway back to lazy dates

- he says a lot of things when he’s lazily nuzzled into you; sweet nothings

- “yaknow, you looked really pretty during that one date we had that one time.”

- “which one are you talking about?”

- “yeah, that one.”

- you practically feel the smirk on his face after he said that

- he also tells you how much he loves you during these times

- and how could you not believe him when his bright blue eyes are staring into yours as he says it

- it’s just very obvious how sincere he’s being

- but anyway

- he LOOOVES movie dates

- but, in-home movie dates

- because he’s the type of guy to pause the movie, his hand smacked over his mouth in disbelief commenting about what just happened

- “DID Y- DID YOU SEE THAT? HOLY SHIT!”

- “gojo i’m sitting right next to you.”

- “YEAH BUT HE JU-“

- he’s actively commentating throughout the entire thing, i hope you’re ready

- but of course, how could i not mention the way sweets play into y’all’s relationship

- surprisingly but unsurprisingly, it’s very easy to bribe him

- threaten to take away his sweets and, oh lord he is on his knees for you

- also he frequently shares lollipops with you, i take no criticism on this one

- but anyway, basically everything with him is just constant fun, and he’s the only guy who actually knows what to do in a relationship

- it’s never awkward with him, never a dull moment

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“gojo!!! hurry up i wanna press play!” you whined from the couch.

“hold ooooooon, i’m coming i’m coming, just grabbing the snacks.” he called back, even in this context, somehow having a teasing lilt to his tone.

you see him waddle back over in the corner of your eye, arms filled to the brim with candies and snacks. he fumbles slightly as he lets all of the bags cascade out of his grasp.

“damn.” was all you could think of saying in the moment, staring at the ginormous pile in front of you.

“‘damn’ is absolutely right. now i’m ready to watch.” he smiles, settling into the couch with a lollipop in his mouth and extending his arms to do the grabby-hands motion.

you understood his invitation, and gladly took it as you pressed play. his arms wrapped around your torso, wiggling his body slightly in attempt to nestle you as deep as he could into his chest.

the movie began to play, several minutes passing before gojo let out a contented sigh.

“what if we stayed like this forever? d’you think you’d ever get sick of me?” he asks. his gaze averted away from the screen, something a bit unusual for him.

you tsked in mock annoyance. “honey, gojo, i’m already sick and tired of you.”

your sarcastic remark was followed by a kiss on the back of his hand. obviously you didn’t mean it; he knew that. he didn’t need the reassurance, but he never complained, as he planted a kiss on the top of your head.

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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➳ catch me || s.r

summary: in which you struggle to tell the difference between liking him as a friend or something more. until one fateful moment forces you to decide where you ultimately stand.

words: ~3.9k

warnings: mentions of death, blood, overused friends to lovers, slight enemies to lovers LOL

a/n: i suffered through this WIP for like, 3 mf MONTHS before i was finally able to finish it off. i feel so relieved. but i will warn you, it’s terrible

"Rogers."

"Y/N."

You exchanged curt nods with him as you went to grab yourself some water after attending a meeting with Fury. Ever since Sharon started showing up more often, you began to distance yourself from him because you know that lingering by will only make you feel worse.He doesn't know why you're acting so cold all of a sudden, but decides not to question it as it won't help the situation in any way whatsoever.

He was quick to break the awkward silence that had fallen. "Where are you being sent off?"

"We," you replied coldly. "Northern Europe. Got word of an arms trade happening tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Footsteps were suddenly heard from down the hall and without warning, he tugged you forward by the wrist and pressed his lips to yours.

You didn't protest because you're still too shocked to fully register what's going on and 2) you actually liked the way he made you feel.

Though you really weren't supposed to be.

"What was that for?" you breathed out as you both pulled away, breathless.

"Sharon," he replied simply, looking around for a moment. "She's been bothering me for the past few weeks and I had to do something."

"You just noticed?" you said, sarcasm lacing your tone as you looked out of the corner of your eye to see the blonde woman walking away. "She's been all over you since her recruitment."

His brows furrow together in confusion as he notices the darkened look in your eyes, but doesn't say anything. You toss him the black manila folder containing information on your mission for him to read, sitting down at the kitchen counter together.

"Infamous dealer carrying nuclear weapons overseas. Headquartered somewhere in the Arctic Circle, I think," you explained as he pulled out the wanted man's file. "Can be taken either dead or alive. We have to stop them from going through with the attack."

"When are we leaving?"

"Wheels up at 8:30 p.m. Should take about 6 hours...we're being flown in via helicarrier."

Great.

You just realized you'd be stuck in a plane alone together for 6 hours straight, when the very thing you were trying to do was avoid him.

You're mostly silent as you board the jet, securing your bags and weapons before taking your seat. Fatigue is tugging at your body and your eyelids grow heavy, although it isn't even that late. Without thinking about what you were doing, you rest your head against Steve's shoulder and close your eyes. He wraps an arm around your waist in response.

Before you knew it, the aircraft was hovering over the drop zone. The two of you got up and went towards the back, fastening parachutes to your backs as the gates dropped open.

"Stay safe out there," you blurted out as you glanced down at the base below you, then over at Steve. "Circle the perimeter and meet me inside. Don't die or I'll kill you."

"Yes ma'am."

Inhaling sharply, you gripped the straps of your jacket and squeezed your eyes shut, the dry wind whipping your hair in your face as you descended downwards.

With his icy blue eyes still imprinted in the back of your mind.

...

It was quite ironic seeing that you, an Avenger and a former SHIELD pilot that flew everywhere all the time, had a crippling fear of heights. The mere idea of being jumping out of planes and having to go on missions involving multi-story buildings shook you to your core, and it always took you at least a week to recover once you got back.

"Steve!" Your voice heightened to a shriek as you felt the plane's velocity increase suddenly. The crates next to you toppled over and you went crashing to the floor alongside them, barely managing to grip the armrest of something and pressing your back against the wall, feeling your head spin. The sticky warmth and stinging, white-hot pain in your side tells you that you were shot. You didn't need to look at the wound to know it wasn't pretty. "Where the hell are you?"

"Fifty yards away from the northeast entrance," he replied breathlessly. "I got nothing. You?"

"The weapons," you panted, "are on the plane!"

"Okay. Where are you?"

"On the damn plane! They're gonna detonate at any moment, I have to get this thing away from the city—I'm not gonna make it so I just wanted to tell you that—"

"Fuck, don't say that," he hissed. You know things were bad when Steve Rogers, the man that coined the 'Language' line, swore. "Just—hang tight, I'm coming for you."

"No. Just forget it," you shouted over the noise, grunting in pain as your head hit the side of a storage box, muttering a string of curses under your breath. "I can't afford for you to risk your own life for me. It's okay. Just leave me behind."

"No, I'm not leaving you!" he yelled back. "I'm not going back home without you."

"Steve," your voice was thick with tears, throat feeling tight as you swallowed back the sob that was threatening to erupt from your lips. You wipe a tear that slips down your cheek and cleared your throat. "It's okay."

"It's not okay," he says hoarsely, "I lost you once, and I'm not losing you again."

"There's no point, Steve. I'm going to die. This thing's on autopilot going God knows where at top speed and if there's any chance of stopping this thing, I gotta crash it. If you come and get me you're gonna die, too. You know Fury's not gonna like having to send out an extraction team to drag both our corpses back to headquarters."

"Y/N, don't-" His voice breaks and you swear your heart shatters into a million pieces. "Please, don't- don't say that. I'm gonna come and get you. You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay."

That was the last straw for you; and you lost it at those last words. Tears sting a steaming hot trail down your cheeks as you hastily try to wipe them away with your bruised and bloodied knuckles. "No, we're not. I don't think you understand. I'm over 30,000 feet in the air with no protection whatsoever. They're gonna shoot you down before you even have the chance to get to me."

You always told yourself you'd be willing to put your life on the line to save someone else's; to sacrifice yourself for the greater good. But now that death was looming threateningly close to you and staring you down, for the first time in a long time, you didn't know if you even wanted to leave and you were scared. Scared of what was to come if you really were to meet your end. Scared of what was to come at the end of the tunnel, what would happen when you were swallowed whole by death's bottomless, dark pit. You didn't expect your fate to approach so quickly, and it scared you more than you wanted to admit.

Being a superhero meant that making sacrifices were a must-do. You always knew you would need to give things up in order to successfully do your job. That one day, your time to die would come but you didn't know it would happen like this; so unexpectedly.

Now you realize people were right as they told you in your final moments, you'd see your entire life flash before your eyes. You blink and you're transported back to when you first joined the Initiative, skeptical of the six unfamiliar faces before you. But it only takes a matter of three minutes before Thor cracks a joke that has you all howling in laughter, and another one for Natasha to approach you and start a conversation. To you, her, and Steve on the run as fugitives of SHIELD as you conducted the search for The Winter Soldier. The heartbreaking decision of having to choose between your mentor and best friend in Berlin--which you realized, happened barely over a year ago. So many memories had been created in such a short amount of time and you didn't ever want to let any of them go. You couldn't bring yourself to.

You stumbled over, sliding into the pilot's seat and buckling up. Your grip around the controls were so tight that the barely healing cuts around your knuckles reopened and began bleeding again.

You let out a shuddering sigh, tapping several buttons overhead before reaching down to turn on your comm again. "Steve? Are you there?"

"Darling..." The pure agony in his voice only makes you feel worse. You've never heard the great Captain America in such a soft-spoken tone before, so you could only assume it took him a lot to get him into this state. "Yeah. I'm here."

"So..." you readjusted your grip and let your shoulders fall back, "...you remember that one time we took the subway to see Hamilton last weekend?'

"Last weekend? It was only last weekend?" Steve tried his best to keep it together, but his wavering tone gave it all away. "Feels like forever since we got a break."

"I know," you let out a broken laugh, "and then you wouldn't stop talking about it the entire way back? It got so bad to the point Tony had to forcefully shut off all the speaker systems around the compound because he woke up at 3 am to see you sitting in the kitchen, playing the soundtrack at full volume."

"But when he saw you dancing around in the kitchen while making lunch the next day, he couldn't keep doing that for any longer. You have an amazing voice."

"I don't know..." you sniffed, forcing a smile, "you're the one who's pretty good at singing and playing the piano. I think you got all the musical talent-"

"Y/N," he interrupted, "stop. Don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

"You're talking as if you're gonna die."

The gravity of the whole situation comes crashing down on you again. "...Because I am."

"No, you're not. I'm not letting that happen."

"I don't think you have a say in things this time, Rogers," your voice cracked. You shook your head. "I'm done for. God, I really hoped this wasn't how I'd meet my end. I hate heights. I hate the ice, I'm scared shitless of dying, I can't- I can't do this. But I have to. If I don't, millions of people will die and I can't have that on my conscience."

You sucked in a breath as you looked out of the corner of your eye to see you're falling, and falling fast. In a matter of minutes you'll be plunging through the surface of the ice and into the depths of the icy-cold water. There's no turning back now.

"Geez," you spoke up again, "this is like some repeat of '45. Is this how it felt? Knowing you were gonna die, but doing it anyway because you knew you had to do it?"

"That's not the same. It was a matter of chance that I made it at all. Chances are slim to none that you'll end up frozen in a block of ice for 66 years."

"See, it's hopeless," you sighed. "Go back. You need to go...or you're gonna end up filled with bullets."

"I'm not going back," he repeated. "Not without you."

"If you're gonna think of a plan, you better think fast-"

"Jump."

"What did you just say? Are you out of your damn mind?"

"I said, jump. There's no other choice. Look for an emergency exit...there should be one above you. Do you see it?" His voice was calm, gentle, as if he was speaking to a child, and it soothed you a bit. You muttered a quick 'yes'. "Alright. Pry that open, get out of there. I'm coming with the Quinjet right now, so hang tight."

As if he could sense your fear, he softened his tone a bit more, "Hey. It's okay. I'm coming for you. You'll be alright."

"It's like we're Romeo and Juliet," you managed to choke out in between a laugh and sob, "except only one of us dies."

"Y/N, you're not dying." He couldn't mask the obvious pain in his voice. "Honey, I promise you're not gonna die. You're gonna be alright."

"Steve-" You let out an earsplitting shriek and scrambled to get a stronger grip as blaring alarms sounded throughout the aircraft. The impact of the hits nearly made you topple off and you clung to the side of the jet for dear life, praying to God you weren't going to fall off and crack your head open on an iceberg. "I got hit. They're tailing after me, you can't, I'm actually gonna fall-"

"Okay, okay, I'm here. Do you see me?" You turned your head to the side ever so slightly to see the Quinjet hovering below, but your heart dropped when all you could see were snow flurries blowing around - and zero sign of the super-soldier.

"No-"

"Just jump. I see you. I'm literally right below you, so jump, okay?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Do you trust me?" he yelled out, his voice carrying over on the frigid winds. "Y/N. Do you trust me?"

"But-"

"I've never let you down before and I sure as hell won't now. Trust me, Y/N, come on."

You pressed your lips together. You knew he was right. Either you made the jump now, or get filled with a dozen bullets and dying a brutal and gory death.

You finally bring yourself to look down again and there he is, a little closer this time. His gaze finds yours and suddenly, you're drowning. You might've been hundreds of feet apart but no distance would be able to extinguish his piercing gaze. His eyes were the ocean and you were lost at sea, lost in those endless pools of blue and losing yourself in him—the one guy who stuck by your side for so long and thought as nothing more than a best friend, a teammate until now. The one guy who took your breath away with his million-dollar smile every time you made eye contact.

In the one guy who you thought was just a friend, until you realized you were hopelessly in love with him - the Steve Rogers.

And now you weren't sure if you'd come out of this alive to finally tell him so.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let go. The wind whipping at your hair and face feels like a thousand tiny needles being jabbed into your skin and you swear if you kept your mouth open you would've puked - if you'd opened your eyes you knew you'd die from fear first before anything else.

But all those thoughts are suddenly put to a halt when you're stopped by a pair of strong, warm arms you'd sought solace in countless times before.

"Y/N, thank God you're alright, oh my god," Steve let out a shuddering sigh as he held you close, cradling your head against his chest. "I thought I lost you. Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"I just fell out of an airplane without a parachute and I have no idea how I survived."

His look of concern immediately turns into horror when he pulls his hand off your waist to see it come back covered in your crimson blood. His face falls. Then it hits you all at once, and you're overcome with a nauseating wave of dizziness - the aftereffects were beginning to get to your head.

The super-soldier hurriedly jammed a finger to his ear. "I got her. We're on our way back. Prepare the medbay; she's gonna have to be operated on as soon as we land."

"Yes, sir," a STRIKE agent replied from the receiving end. "We'll get right to it. Please have a safe flight home."

"Thank you."

Steve put the jet on autopilot so he could sit with you in the back, frantically applying pressure to your wound and doing his best to patch you up. But with each round the bandages made around your waist, the blood flow increased, seeping through the fabric. You didn't have to tell him directly for him to know you didn't have much time left and if he were to save you, you would need to get back home, fast.

...

As soon as Steve stepped down the ramp with your limp, unconscious body in his arms, he was bombarded by a flurry of medbay agents, who had you in a gurney and were wheeling you away within minutes. He tried to follow after them but Tony quickly grabbed his wrist and yanked him back.

"Let me go," he growled. "I swear to Odin, Stark, if you don't-"

"You can't follow her in there."

"I can if I want to."

Tony let out a sigh of defeat. "Rogers. She's going to be fine."

"How do you know? How can you possibly guarantee her survival?"

"I just know. Sheesh, you're a hopeless romantic."

...

You glanced over at the monitor tracking your vitals beside your bed, the constant beeping of the machines seemingly echoing in your brain on a loop. You were too exhausted to do anything at the moment, but you couldn't seem to fall back asleep, even with the drugs coursing through your system.

You try to shift around and find a more comfortable position, and felt a twinge of pain on your right side. Note to self; don't place all your body weight on the side where a bullet tore through your stomach. Bad idea.

Laying flat on your back again, you closed your eyes, willing yourself to fall back asleep. But sleep never comes, and a few minutes later a knock on your door pulls you out of your momentary trance.

"Hey there, soldier," you managed a sleepy grin as Steve stepped into the room, pulling up a chair to your bedside. "Nice weather outside, isn't it? Feels like just yesterday I was gunned down and forced to drive myself to near-suicide...wait, that was yesterday, right? I've lost all sense of time-telling-"

You paused and looked back over to see a rare sight - he was on the verge of breaking down. His bright blue eyes were dulled and glossed over with fresh tears that threatened to spill, and although it had barely been over a day since your admittance to the hospital, it looked like he hadn't slept in over a week. And it was all your fault.

"Are you okay...?"

He shook his head, clenching his fists in his lap so tightly that they began turning white. "You’re seriously asking me if I’m okay? I almost lost you. You almost died."

"I'm sorry-"

"If I hadn't gotten to you in time, then...I don't know what I'd do if-"

"Steve, it's not your fault."

"I let you down, Y/N." His voice was cracked and raw, as if he'd been crying for hours on end beforehand. Your heart shattered at the sound. "I let you down and I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. I'm sorry I left you alone on that ship because I didn't look out for you well enough. This is all on me. My job was to protect you, to look out for you. And I failed to do that."

"You didn't fail, Steve," you said softly. "You did your best. You saved me. I'm alive right now because of what you did."

The super-soldier inhaled sharply and moved his chair closer so he could reach his hand out to place it on your forehead, letting it stay there for a moment before sliding it down to cup your cheek. You didn't make any efforts to remove it and if you were being honest with yourself, you liked how his warm skin felt against your own. He smelled like honey and freshly ground coffee and everything good in the world. He made you feel like you were at home.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself bask in his warmth, melting into his soft touch. If it weren't for your currently uncomfortable predicament, you would've fallen asleep on the spot all over again.

"Something's on your mind, isn't there," you mumbled, eyes still closed. Even without your powers, it didn't take much for you to figure out that something was wrong. "Tell me what's going on."

You opened your eyes again to see that there were tears streaming down his face. He hastily tried to wipe them away with one hand as the other was gently placed on top of yours, but his efforts were fruitless, of no avail whatsoever.

"Steve-"

"I was so worried," he croaked out. "I don't want to think about how things would be if you died. I can't live without you."

"I'm here now, okay? I'm going to be fine. I'll heal," you said softly. "You saved me, you caught me, so now I'm okay. We're okay." You moved over slightly to give him room to sit. Steve's arms encircled your waist as yours slid down and over his shoulders, and he pressed his trembling lips to your temple.

It was quiet. Whispered oh-so-quietly, as if he was hesitant to open his mouth. But you heard it regardless.

"I love you."

You smiled sadly. "I know. I love you too."

"Just...please don't try and pull off something off like that again."

"I won't. I promise."

You heard each shaky inhale and exhale as he tried to regain his composure - strong arms tightening around your figure with his face buried into the crook of your neck. Letting out a trembling sigh, you held onto him even tighter as if by some miraculous way, doing so could keep him from falling apart. As if somehow, your arms being around him could squeeze all the million little shattered pieces of his heart back together again.

You knew deep down, exactly why he had been so afraid to watch you meet your potential end. It was the jet plunging into the depths of the icy blue, monstrous sea. He didn't want you to experience even a fraction of what he had and prayed you’d never have to. He swore a silent oath to himself to shield you away from as much of the horrifying world as he possibly could, but you were nearly dragged under by the clutches of Death herself that day, and he couldn't help but feel like he failed you.

You took in a deep breath, inhaling his fresh scent of coffee grounds and warm honey as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. For the briefest moment in time you could pretend everything was in fact, going to be okay, because it was just you and him wrapped up in each others' arms without a care in the world. It was just you and him, basking in each others' warmth, silent whispers of reassurance into his ear and repeated soft, fleeting kisses to his temple that reminded him you were still alive and breathing, and you were just fine.

For the first time in a long time, Steve Rogers felt whole again. The hole in his heart was gone, the void finally filled. And all it took was your presence, and your presence alone.

...

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: Family - 7

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1896

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, electrostimultion).

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 7: Glass Making

Our honeymoon was spent between the bed, the beach, and the pool. Everyone went into full time, holiday mode for once. We were relaxing and just enjoying each other. I was proud of them for just being able to turn off the way they all did. I thought Steve would keep checking in with Hill and Fury, but I never caught him doing that once. Instead, he was mostly out in the ocean with Thor, Clint, and Wanda, or at the bar with Tony and Sam.

There were a few small complications. Bucky was having a little bit of a problem with sand and the salt air with his arm, but Tony would use an air compressor to clean it out when he needed it. Mornings could be a little rough with Wanda’s and Natasha’s morning sickness, but with the right combination of ginger pills and bland food it usually passed before lunch and we’d spend the rest of the day sunbathing, swimming, going to the spa, or fucking. Most of the time we were just relaxing and having fun.

There was a buzz of excitement about me getting pregnant too, and Tony was extremely protective of me, which I found very funny. There was a firm rule; ‘the only dicking down Elise gets is his’. He seemed to really want to make sure that baby was biologically his.

It wasn’t until the second week that Tony wasn’t just hovering over me all the time, ready to try again at a moment's notice. I was taking the time to just relax on the beach, stretching out topless on a rug and getting some sun. Thor came striding down the sand wearing nothing except a pair of dark blue swim trunks. He had a bright pink frozen cocktail in one hand and Mjolnir hanging from the other.

“Elise,” he boomed, coming over and sitting beside me. “You are without your shadow.”

I chuckled and lowered my sunglasses, looking at him over the top of them. “Mmm… it’s nice isn’t it?”

Thor placed the glass down in the sand and Mjolnir above my head on the rug. He leaned down on his elbow so he was hovering over me and looked down into my eyes. “Very nice,” he agreed and brought his lips to mine. His hand ran up my side and caressed under the curve of my breast. I moaned softly and arched my back so my breast pushed up into his hand.

“Is Tony not being here a big turn on?” I giggled as he broke the kiss and began to kiss down my chest and latched on to my breast.

“My wife lying half-naked on the beach is a turn on,” he said looking up at me as his fingers danced down my stomach and slipped into my bikini bottoms.

I moaned and reached down and palmed his cock through his trunks. “I’ll have to do it more often then.”

“It is just good to see your inhibitions dropped,” he said as he slowly fingered my clit “There are always so many people to worry about doing such things. It is exciting, is it not?”

“Oh yes,” I gasped, rolling my hips up against this hand. His cock hardened under my hand, and I outlined it with my palm as I stroked it up and down.

Thor chuckled and pushed my legs apart before kneeling between them. “Try not to attract too much attention,” he teased before pushing my bikini bottoms to the side and running his tongue up in a wide swipe.

I hummed and closed my eyes, tangling my hands in his hair and tugging on it lightly. He began to slowly and methodically lap at my cunt. I rolled my hips against his face as he very gradually increased his pressure and pace and became more focused. Despite his warning not to attract attention, he was in no hurry to get this over with.

My cunt tingled and my toes curled. I gripped his hair and pushed him harder against my cunt grinding it against his face. He groaned loudly and pushed two fingers inside me. He twisted them inside me and spread them, adding a burn to the buzz traveling through me. I rocked my hips faster and faster as I got closer and closer to the edge. Just as I was sitting right there on the edge, Thor pushed his fingers against my g-spot and I came, bucking up against his face.

He groaned drinking up the fluids that gushed from me. He started to crawl back up my body, pushing down his trunks just enough to free his cock.

“Woah,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Where do you think that’s going?”

“You don’t want it, Elise?” He purred, kissing my neck and palming my cunt.

“Thor,” I moaned, rolling my hips against his hand without even meaning to. “Not until I’m pregnant.”

“But you are, my queen,” he said, his hands still sending waves of pleasure running through me.

I froze and looked up at him. “What?”

“I just noticed as I came over, mea vida,” Thor whispered. “You are with child.”

Tears pricked my eyes and I pulled him down into a deep and passionate kiss. As his lips caressed mine and his tongue flicked into my mouth, he sunk his cock deep inside of me. I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he rolled his hips with mine, pulling himself up so that the base of his cock rubbed against my clit.

I raised my hips and pulled my knees up and he moved to his knees and pulled me up more, starting to fuck me hard. He leaned down, his spine curving, and his muscles flexing as he pounded into me. I reached my hands over my head and my hand wrapped around Mjolnir’s handle. A crackle went through both of us. It made my muscles clench and my hips buck up hard. I cried out and lightning started to dance on our skin and blue plasma leaked from our eyes.

“My goddess,” Thor groaned, looking down at me. I cradled his jaw and we began to move as one. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. Everything was intense, there was no thought of no longer attracting attention, we were loud and bright. Electricity danced along the sand, turning it to glass as we got closer and closer to our orgasms.

“Oh god,” I mewled, arching my back up. He angled his cock so the head hit my g-spot again and again. “Thor, Thor, I’m so close.”

“I am with you, lover. With me,” he groaned and picked up his pace.

We came as one, I cried out arched right up off the rug and Thor roared and he jerked inside me and released. A crash of lightning exploded out of us and burst up and along the sand.

As everything settled, I collapsed back panting. The ground was hard under me and when Thor rolled from on top of me onto his back he started to laugh in a soft deep rumble. “I think we marked our spot,” he chuckled.

The gate that led to our bungalow opened and Clint and Steve came out. “Well, well, well, what have you two been up to?” Clint teased.

“That thunderclap scared the shit out of me,” Steve added.

“Sorry,” Thor laughed as he got up and I put my bikini top back on. “We were taking a moment and Elise took hold of Mjolnir. Two thunder gods coming together like that will always make a mark.”

“Jesus,” Clint said, coming over and kneeling beside us. He brushed the sand away from the glass on the ground. “You can say that again. You made a sex sculpture.”

I got up and moved the rug. Beneath where we had a thick piece of glass had formed. Branching out from the large center where we lay were long tendrils of glass that resembled the roots of a tree. “That is beautiful,” I said. “Can we keep it? I bet it would look amazing in a fountain.”

“Yes, that’s what we need, El,” Clint teased. “A big ol’ sex sculpture.”

I pouted and Steve sighed. “Thor and I will dig it up and put it on the jet.”

I ran over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Steve.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me close. “Weren’t you supposed to be holding off on penetrative sex until we knew you were pregnant?”

I smiled up at him. “I am pregnant.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and then softened. “Really?”

I nodded, tearing up again. “It is true,” Thor added.

“Oh, El,” Steve said and leaned in and kissed me deeply. Clint moved up quickly and when Steve pulled back, Clint pulled me into his arms and kissed me too.

I pulled back and leaned against Clint as his calloused fingers brushed over my stomach. “El, I think there’s someone you need to go tell before everyone else.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Yes. I’ll go do it.”

“And tonight we’ll have a nice family meal on the beach to celebrate,” Steve said. “Four new children. This is going to be interesting.”

“You’re telling me,” Clint said. “Thank god we’re getting nannies.”

I flicked through the threads, locking on to Tony’s and I followed it to where he was sitting at the Bar with Sam.

“There she is,” Sam said with a slight slur in his voice. He held out his hand to me, and I took it and let him draw me in against him.

“What was the bang?” Tony said. “Gave me a minor heart episode.”

“I was making lightning with Thor,” I said.

“Well, warn a guy next time,” Tony said. “Were you looking for us? Ready to try again?”

I smiled and took Tony’s hand, putting it on my stomach. This was what it was supposed to be like when you were having kids. People were supposed to be there for you and be excited. I was so happy to be getting it now and I wanted to drag it out as long as I could. “I’ll doink you if you want.”

“Doink,” Sam giggled. “You’re so sexy, princess.”

“I know I am,” I teased. “We don’t need to try anymore though. So it would just be recreational doinking.”

Tony blinked at me as Sam wrapped me in his arms and kissed my neck. “Congratulations, babe,” Sam whispered.

“Seriously?” Tony asked.

“Yeah. Thor just told me,” I said smiling and playing with Tony’s fingers. “You happy?”

He seemed to be frozen and in the moment between heartbeats, I began to panic that he’d changed his mind and he was going to panic again.

All at once, he lit up, a huge smile crossing his face. He drew me into his arms and kissed me deeply. His hands going into my hair. I started to cry as we kissed, my emotions getting the best of me. I was so happy. Tony pulled back and brushed the tears from my cheek. “Why are you crying?” He asked.

I shook my head. “I just… can’t believe we get this life.”

He smiled and pulled me close. “Me either, honey,” he whispered. “But we do, so let’s just enjoy it.”

// NEXT

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littlesparklight · 4 years

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The Eagle Standard

You know when you read something and an idea pops into your head and refuse to go away? This is that. Luckily it’s something short and sweet, and while I vastly prefer a more or less consensual and reciprocal interpretation for Ganymede and Zeus and I'm not much for no powers/all human AUs because that's boring, I found a late Classical Latin writer who wrote some philosophical allegories of the myths and this idea wouldn't go away. Ganymede's kidnapping is turned into a spoils of war situation and the eagle is a battle standard and since I'm always here for spoils of war, here we are. I entirely blame Fabius Fulgentius and his Mythologies for this.

In a version of the past where the Olympians are leaders among the Achaean people, Troy struggles against invaders... and loses one of its most treasured princes, not to death, but to enemy hands.

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Ganymede had not truly expected to last very long when he'd been obliged to arm himself and join the battle against the Achaean horde. Hunting he could do, but against human foes his thoughts turned to knots in how to best defend himself; too slow, too careful, too thoughtful. His father had told him to remain in the chariot, to take advantage of fleet horses and the protection of speed and a physical barrier, had told him to not take spears, but wield his bow.

He'd done as King Tros had commanded; he'd used his bow and arrows, and he hadn't left the chariot.

At least he hadn't until his charioteer had been taken by a spear and he'd barely had the time to grab the reins before the uneven, corpse-strewn ground upended the chariot, sending both horses and prince crashing to the ground. The horses screamed, and Ganymede, right before he hit the ground and heedlessly rolled, knew their legs had been broken. They were good horses, and he felt sorry for them, but it wasn't a thought that lingered long. His breath driven out of him with the impact, he bounced once, only saved from his head caving in when he slammed head-first into a large rock by his helmet.

"Shit---!" Groaning, he rolled up on his elbows, his vision swimming as it slowly settled and head ringing, unable to see much of anything - the dent the rock had made had driven the rim of the helmet lopsided and down over one side of his face. Taking off the helmet might be a death-sentence. Not taking off the helmet was tantamount to the same, when he wouldn't be able to avoid any attacks that he couldn't see. He struggled with the straps of the helmet and tossed it away just as a spear came down. Rolling to the side, wide-eyed as the spear drove into the ground far too close to his head for comfort, Ganymede struggled to his feet. He wasn't quick enough to avoid the huge hand that snatched him up, trapped him against the inside of a shield.

It would have been easy to kill him, like that.

There was a sword pressed against the unprotected hollow of his throat, for he'd forewent the heavier panoply armour for lighter mail, and the gleam of sunlight on bronze nearly blinded him before a shadow fell over him. The sword wasn't moving. His heaving breath was making the wicked point scrape against his throat, but the sword was otherwise not moving. Bewildered, Ganymede looked up, squinting against the sunlight just barely glittering above the edge of the standard that'd thrown the shadow over him and the warrior about to kill him, and met gray eyes cast into dark shadow by the edge of the helmet the man wore.

"Um..." Nothing else came out, the words drying up with his throat, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, as much for the heavy, piercing stare as for the realization of what was painted on the banner still affording them shadow from the punishing sun.

An eagle.

Ganymede glanced up at it again, fluttering in a gentle spring breeze and making the eagle seem to fly against the blue sky, then slowly looked back down. Still up, for all that he was tall among his people; the man aiming his sword at his throat was taller still, broad and tall like Mount Ida herself, it seemed like. His short, dark beard was spattered with mud and blood, but his mouth wasn't caught in the snarl or vicious smirk Ganymede would have expected it to be. It was surprisingly soft, revealing it sweetly generous - not a word he would have thought to apply to the Achaeans' high king and greatest general.

Because that was the only one this man could be, sporting an eagle on his banner and probably on his shield. It wasn't like Ganymede could see to confirm the latter, pressed against the inside curve of it as he was, trapping him between the shield and the armoured chest of King Zeus. Still the sword didn't move, and Ganymede, slowly, frowned. Glanced down to the bloody bronze length angled between them, feeling the sharp tip of it pressing in against his throat but no further, and back up. Licking his dry lips and taking a deep, shuddering breath, trying to ignore the way those gray eyes darkened as they followed the track of his tongue and stayed on his lips as he finally found his words again.

"Are you going to kill me any time soon, or take me hostage for the rich treasure my father will be willing to give for my return? I should think we're starting to look ridiculous."

Gray eyes widened, then narrowed, and Ganymede stuck his chin out, expecting death this time. Around them, men moved, though a couple were standing with spears and swords at the ready to keep any surprises away from their king, and Ganymede wasn't particularly reassured to know he was now firmly behind enemy lines. But he wasn't yet dead, and if he got the chance to reveal who he was (which might have been a surer thing if he hadn't spoken out of turn), then he might yet see the inside of Troy's walls again. The sword disappeared, heavily re-sheathed with a thump against the scabbard, and Ganymede opened his mouth, about to reveal what should hopefully save him, what he needed to to hopefully ensure both spear and sword stayed away from his very vulnerable body.

Breath and words both choked up into a startled gasp when the rough hand which had held the sword grabbed his chin instead, yanking his face up. A thumb rubbed away the mud that'd coated his chin and cheek when he was flung from the chariot, rough at first, then gentler. A caress, almost, and that wasn't a fit action for a battlefield. Or at all, by an enemy!

"What---"

"Demand ransom and then have to go through the effort of razing the city to get you back, when I could take you to my tent and then take all the other treasures of Troy I might want?" the king's voice was a slow, dark rumble, thoughtful almost as he tilted Ganymede's face this way and that, and suddenly Ganymede was a lot less afraid of dying than he was of the implication of other sorts of swords eager for his flesh. The king's fingers on his chin weren't cruel so much as they were firm, denying him any chance to look away, though that was a tricky prospect regardless; he felt as speared by the look in those pale eyes as he might have been by the sword the Achaean lord had sheathed.

"You can't just---" Even just talking was hard, as firm of a grip as Zeus had on his chin, and he silenced Ganymede by harshly shaking his head for him.

"I can't?" Danger, there, and Ganymede swallowed, staring wide-eyed up at the man. Grunted, startled, when the shield arm pushed into his back and he was pressed flush against the broad chest. The king was truly a monster of a man, as tall as he was, outstripping anyone around them. "I think what I can't do is waste youthful beauty as this, Prince Ganymede. I'd heard the tales, of course, but it seemed to me they would have to be greatly exaggerated. I see they were not."

The thumb was gentle again, and Lord Zeus shifted his grip so it could brush over Ganymede's lips. Hot, nervous breath puffed against the calloused thumb, and Ganymede, one hand squashed between them, tried to push against his chest. It was like trying to move the walls of Troy.

"That--- that's not..." Flushing, against himself and because of the touch as well as the words, Ganymede floundered for something to say, something to do - anything that would make more sense than this, than the half-shielded stare that seemed to be stripping him bare despite both armour and clothes in the way. He wasn't unfamiliar with that sort of praise or the lust, but it seemed utterly ridiculous that it should matter here, right in the middle of battle. "You and your men would be better served by demanding ransom, my lord. My father will give much---mf!"

The cheek pieces of Zeus' helmet cut into his own smooth, bare, unguarded cheek as he was kissed, tasting bronze, blood and liquid heat. He couldn't move; the hand on his chin was too firm, and the tongue in his mouth was too much. Ganymede's knees wavered, and he would later insist surprised reflex was what had him even attempting to kiss back, and that the heat of battle was what made his body surge.

His flailing left hand, free where his right was not, landed on the hilt of the king's sword. He gripped it, awkward due to the angle, and yanked it out. Well, halfway. Laughter, loud and incredulous, was first swallowed by the kiss and then rang in the air as the king pulled back and swiftly gripped his hand, twisting until Ganymede let go of the sword with a flinch and a breathless whine, quickly smothered in his embarrassment.

"No ransom would be worth what I can get from you, my prince," Zeus said as he snatched both of Ganymede's wrists in one hand, squeezing until the boy flinched again, "so I believe I'll take you much like I'll be taking the rest of Troy's treasures; as my due as spoils of war."

A look wandered over his body, though there wasn't much bare skin to see with greaves and the fall of tunic, the armour that covered his forearms; Ganymede still felt bare and flushed again, though any protest he might have intended scattered as the king let go, shoving him forward into the waiting chest and arms of one of the warriors lingering around the eagle standard.

"Take him back, unharmed. If anyone touches him I'll have their head."

A chariot came up, and by the eagle painted to the side of it, it must be the king's, too. But it wasn't the king who got into it, but rather Ganymede and the warrior yanking him up into it, to get him back to the Achaean camp as quickly and safely as possible. Ganymede tried to struggle, though while this man was actually a little shorter than the prince, he was stronger and knew what he was doing; a foot hooked around one of Ganymede's and an arm around his chest trapped both of Ganymede's arms there, and it didn't matter how he tried, he was stuck.

As the charioteer set the horses off into a gallop, Ganymede watched the fluttering eagle standard mark the Achaean warlord's position and progress on the battlefield, and beyond that, on a hill that grew all the more distant by the second, Troy's walled citadel. Swallowing against his dry mouth and a whisper of unsettling wooziness probably from knocking his head on that rock when he'd fallen off the chariot, Ganymede had the sinking feeling that would be the last he'd see of his home.

#greek mythology #ganymede #zeus #i don't know #i just had to write it #lightart

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maypalserrup · 5 years

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Ever the Worrier (With Good Reason) -- Rafael Aveiro x MC

“Ever the Worrier (With Good Reason)” -- Angst, I think

Rafael Aveiro x f!MC (Rosalie Valentina - I know Raf is Brazilian, but Ro is Mexican and Cuban)

Word count: 2512

Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical trauma, and other medical procedures. Mentions of death but no one dies ________________________________________________________________

Guess who finally wrote a fic again!! I wrote half of this at midnight when my laundry was drying, so it might be kinda clunky. Also I’m a mexican ass mf who loves telenovelas, and this is def a telenovela-y.

In this, Rafael and Rosalie are engaged. Rafael is victim to a freak accident at work and is rushed to the E.R., but Rosalie’s coworkers try and keep her from knowing he’s hurt. Enjoy! ________________________________________________________________ Dr. Rosalie Valentina had just finished up with a patient; a twenty-two-year-old with an epidermoid cyst under her right armpit. An injection of lidocaine, a small incision and some cotton packing later, and she was sent home just fine. It had been a relatively easy day in the hospital--a few broken bones, some lacerations of varying depths, a case of a middle-aged woman coughing up blood. Collecting discharge papers for the twenty-two-year-old from the receptionist desk, Rosalie’s attention was piqued as she heard hustling, yelling, and commotion coming from the ambulance bay. She set the papers down on the desk, hurrying over as she saw multiple doctors and nurses flood the stretcher as it was rolled through the automatic doors.

“How can I help?” Rosalie asked a nurse bustling by. The nurse paused, biting his lip.

“We’re okay. Just tend to your patients, doctor.” He went to move again.

“Wait! Clearly you’re not! You have Dr. Mirani and three residents all crowding around a stretcher. That’s not okay!”

“Just trust me, doctor. It’s okay.” The nurse nodded quickly before hurrying to the stretcher as it was pushed down the linoleum floors. Rosalie tried to see, tried to ask what people needed. She could easily sense Jackie hide the face of the patient on the stretcher, pumping the BVM over their mouth. Rosalie knew she was being pushy, and that she might get reprimanded for not being able to follow instruction, but in the pit of her stomach she felt that something was wrong.

“It was a freak accident. He was helping a car crash victim on the side of the road and a drunk driver side-swiped the two of them. Sent patient flying and killed the original victim on impact. He flew into an old fence on the side of the road and was impaled by an old fence post,” One of the paramedics rambled to Dr. Mirani, who took in all the information with a straight face. The paramedic looked ashy and queasy in shock.

Jackie hunching over the patient’s face wasn’t enough to hide from the thin wooden fence post running through the left side of patient. Despite seeing many things in the E.R., she felt queasy looking at the patient’s blood dried on the post, the coagulation collecting around where wood met torn flesh.

“BP’s 67/46 and dropping!” One of the nurses yelled, and Jackie looked up reflexively. When she looked up, Rosalie saw the face of the unconscious patient on the stretcher. Extreme blood loss couldn’t hide all the warmth of sun-kissed South American skin, and a swollen, beaten and bloody face couldn’t hide the sharpness of cheekbones or gentle curve of his mouth.

Dr. Mirani shouted something about contacting the blood bank upstairs, but half the sentence warbled in her brain and all she could register was a crackling static and blood rushing in her ears. All the blood in Rosalie’s body pooled in her feet, and she felt all the color drain from her face as she got an extreme headrush, one that knocked her unconscious and sent her tumbling to the floor.

“Get Aveiro to O.R. four! Emergency surgical team is already assembled!” ________________________________________________________________ She was in an emergency department patient room, one of the ones with the blue curtains separating the patient from the rest of the floor. But she wasn’t attending to a patient--she was the patient.

The lights of the room had never seemed so blinding to Rosalie before. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, getting adjusted to the light in the room. She looked around--at the ceiling tiles, at the warmed blanket draped over her body, the blood pressure clip on her finger, the IV in the back of her left hand, covered in clear tape. The plastic covering of the IV and the engagement ring on her finger glittered under the fluorescents.

Rosalie went through the events she remembered before her fainting. She remembered multiple doctors crowded around a stretcher rushing in from the ambulance bay, Jackie hunching over the patient’s face, the wooden post sticking out of the patient’s abdomen. And oh God, the patient.

Her favorite superhero, her fiance. Paramedic Rafael Aveiro, lying unconscious on a stretcher with a wooden post jutting up from his abdomen. Suddenly, she felt extremely queasy, and before she realized what was happening, she leaned over the side of the bed and vomited up the small amount of food she had in her stomach. Toast, shitty cafeteria coffee, a banana. And lots of stomach bile. She made a hissing noise, holding the blanket up to her runny nose, her throat and sinuses burning from throwing up.

Upon hearing her vomiting, Sienna pushed the curtain aside, peeking in the room. “Hey, Ro. You’re awake.” She gave a small smile, then looked at the vomit on the floor. “And queasy, I see.”

Rosalie looked Sienna dead in the eye. “Sienna, you’re my best friend. How’s Raf doing?”

Sienna frowned. “Still in surgery. You were only out for a minute or two, but we gave you a sedative to keep you asleep.”

“How long was I asleep for?”

“Two hours.”

“Two hours! Sienna-” Her heart monitor began to beep faster, and Sienna shushed her.

“It was for your own good and you know it, Ro.” Sienna walked toward her and sat on the side of her bed. “I don’t have any word on Rafael yet. But he’s in some of the best hands in the country. The world, even.”

Sienna reached forward and tucked a strand of Rosalie’s hair behind her ear. “We didn’t want you making yourself sick for hours on end,” she paused, looked at the vomit on the floor, and back at Rosalie, “Well, more than you already did.”

Rosalie couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile before her eyes welled up with tears. “I don’t know what I’ll do without him if he dies, Sienna. I think a part of me would die, too.”

Sienna took Rosalie’s right hand in hers--the one without the IV--and rubbed the pad of her thumb comfortingly along the back. “I know it’s scary. But all we can do right now is think good thoughts. Rafael is one of the luckiest men I know with all sorts of good karma. In my heart I know he has one of the highest chances of being okay. He has the best surgical doctors from every applicable department in that OR right now. He’s in the best hands possible.”

It was moments like these Rosalie was infinitely grateful for someone as wonderful as Sienna Trinh in her life. She was the kindest, most genuine person she had the pleasure of meeting, and she didn’t know how she would be able to get through this moment without her.

Sienna’s pager beeped and she hopped off the bed, checking it. “Mirani paged me. I’ll check in on you later and bring you something to eat, too. And I’ll send someone to clean up the mess.” She gave Rosalie a warm smile before disappearing into the organized chaos of the emergency department. Rosalie let her head fall back into the pillows of the hospital bed, tears in her eyes. She did her best to not think about Rafael, but all her mind was doing was replaying the scene over and over in her head where she looked from the wooden post up to Rafael’s unconscious face. The memory made her physically ill, and she had to suppress a gag once more. Subconsciously, she began to twist the engagement ring around her finger. Raf had bought it for her whilst visiting family in Brazil. It was beautiful--a golden band with a round cut black diamond surrounded by two round cut imperial topaz, which was a gemstone native to only a small mine in Minas Gerais. The topaz was when adorned with two small champagne diamonds, creating a formation looking similar to a flower.

Looking up at the ceiling, Rosalie did her best to take her mind of Rafael. She started finding designs in the plaster above, and she ended up drifting off before she knew it. ________________________________________________________________

A gentle hand on Rosalie’s shoulder shook her awake. She hummed her response, trying to force her eyes open, despite her sleepiness. “Hmm?”

“Ro,” Sienna said, softly. “Rafael’s out of surgery. He’s in the ICU, he’s stable. We think he’s going to make it.”

Even half-asleep, Rosalie registered what Sienna was saying and she felt tears well up in her eyes. This time, though, they were tears of joy, not anguish. She hadn’t ever been this happy, this relieved: not when she found out she got into one of the most prestigious medical schools on the East Coast; not when she found out her idol, Dr. Ethan Ramsey, hand-selected her application for a job at Edenbrook; not when she watched Rafael get down on one knee on a cobblestone bridge over the Charles River under the full moon and asked her to marry him. No, she had never been this happy before.

“Can I see him?” Rosalie whispered, looking up at Sienna.

“Technically no,” Sienna grinned. “But you’re a doctor. Maybe you’re just coming with me to help with his evaluation.”

“Sienna Trinh, I do love you.”

“I know, Ro.” She reached forward and took off the blood pressure clip, and peeled the tape off the back of her hand before grabbing gauze and removing her IV, taping a gauze square over the needle site. “I love you, too. He’s in room 408.”

Rosalie all but jumped off the bed, and Sienna stopped her to hand her a brown paper bag, full of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bottle of water, and a brownie she baked last night. “Please consider walking. And eat on your way, will you?”

“Yes, Dr. Trinh.” Rosalie leaned forward to kiss her best friend’s cheek. She slipped her shoes on, which had been at the end of her bed, and pulled on the sweatshirt of hers Sienna retrieved from her locker. She gave Sienna a brief wave as she stepped out of the room, opening the paper bag to pull out the sandwich, wrapped in wax paper. Sienna liked to minimize her plastic use.

Trying to slink away from the doctors and nurses that would keep her from getting to her fiance faster, Rosalie got to the elevator and pressed the up button. Inside the elevator, watching the red light display each floor number was torture when it felt like they were minutes instead, minutes counting down to her seeing Rafael safe in the hospital bed.

The doors pulled open and she did her best to not speed out of the elevator, walking briskly as she navigated the quiet corridors, counting each room placard aloud to herself before finally getting to 408. Rosalie knocked briefly reflexively before opening the door slowly, cautiously. She peeked her head in first, then slinked the rest of the way in, her heart hurting as she saw Rafael laying on the hospital bed, peacefully asleep. It was eerily quiet, with nothing but the steady beep of the heart monitor and the hum of the machines echoing around the room.

His eyelashes were always so long, brushing his cheekbones under his eyelids. He had a few bruises on his cheek, and a cut held together by two butterfly bandages. A nasal cannula ran from his nose to the flowmeter in the wall. The light blue cotton linens were pulled up to his chest, and someone brought up one of the quilts from the on-call room and laid it atop the blanket, across his legs. His arms were by his sides, miscellaneous tubes sticking from different points within his hands and arms, covered in sticky tapes and wrapped in bandages, an oximeter on his fingertip. She hurried to his bedside, taking his hand gently in hers as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Raf,” She said softly, bringing his hand up to her lips gently as she pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You’re so stupidly brave. I always told you you had to take care of yourself on the job, too. You’re too selfless.” She sniffled, lowering her head and looking at his abdomen. It was covered by linens, but under it, she knew it was covered in bandages and stitches and plastic coverings.

“Sienna said the surgery went well. I know we’re just waiting for you to wake up. Once you wake up, we know you’ll be okay. You gotta do it for me, Rafael. Make it through this and wait on being stupid until we get married at least. Please.” She was half crying, half laughing as she pulled a chair from beside the bedside table, sitting down and resting her head on the bed beside him, still holding his hand.

For someone who had just slept for hours from a sedative, she was still exhausted, and before she knew it, the gentle hospital lullaby of monitors and machines were lulling her into sleep. ________________________________________________________________ When Rosalie woke up, she was surprised to hear the TV on. She blearily blinked the sleep from her eyes, looking up to see the screen on, playing a telenovela she had watched time and time again when she was stuck at home sick. She heard a quiet chuckle, and her head whipped around.

“For someone who was panicking over me, you’d think that when you wake up the first thing you’d look at is me.” Rafael had small, sleepy smile on his face. His eyes were droopy, full of exhaustion. But he was awake.

Rosalie had to keep herself from crying in excitement. “Raf! Oh, gracias a dios,” she took his hand in hers again, squeezing it gently to not irritate the tubing. “How are you feeling? I was so worried!”

He laughed before wincing, clutching his abdomen. Rosalie winced, too. “You sound like my avo. Ever the worrier, Rosalie.”

Rosalie’s jaw dropped. “¡Ni en pedo! Do you even know what happened to you? I was worried sick! Literally sick, Raf--I threw up all over the linoleum in the E.R.”

Rafael rolled his eyes affectionately, snorting. “I do, Ro. Dr. Mirani told me when I first woke up. He was a bit unhappy to see you slumped over my bed when I hadn’t been approved for visitors. He told me that you haven’t left the hospital in over a day. Why didn’t you go home?”

“And leave you here? What kind of fiancée would I be if I did that?”

“One that took care of herself.” He smiled softly. Although his exhaustion was evident, his smile still reached his eyes. It was Rosalie’s favorite smile of his. For someone who was constantly smiling, the gentle smiles that showed in the eyes more than the mouth was her absolute favorite. “I love you, princesa. Thank you for staying with me.”

“I love you too, Rafael. And I would stay in here for the rest of my life if it meant I could make sure you were doing okay.” ________________________________________________________________ Spanish translations: - “Gracias a dios!” -- Thank God - “¡Ni en pedo!” -- essentially “fat chance!” or “there’s no way!”

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Wishes Do Come True - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Summary: Dylan doesn’t expect all of his birthday wishes to come true when he is away from his girlfriend filming. But, they do and he couldn’t be happier.

Word Count: 14,778

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Make Outs, Romantic Hand Holding, Boob Job, Side Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Bath Sex, Face Riding, Cowgirl, Doggy

Notes: Two days and 15k later. Happy 27th Birthday to our dearest Dylan O’Brien. I hope he’s been having the best birthday ever. And this, naturally goes toward’s @brien-odylan‘s Dylan Birthday Week. Hope y’all enjoy! Thanks to her, @roscoeknows and @lara-stilinski for lurking and helping develop the plot!

“I’m glad you guys are having fun filming. I’m sorry I can’t be there to support you and distract you like normal, Dyl. You know how work can be.”

Dylan let out an inaudible sigh into his phone, running a hand through his greased from sweat hair. His jacket scrunched up against his shoulders as he slunk deeper into his seat, beginning to dread the call he had made. His stomach churned with unhappiness, the sense of yearning he had unquenchable. He anxiously bit at his thumb nail, his eyes glued to the ground.

“Baby, it’s fine. You know you don’t have to be sorry. I can’t expect you to travel everywhere with me when I’m working. You have a job and you have to pay your rent, even though I told you to come live with me. You know I wish I could see your face every day. You know I miss you more than anything, almost as much as my Mets,” he chuckled solemnly. “But I get it. It’s nice hearing your voice though, especially when it’s super early for you.”

“It’s eight AM. It’s not that early.”

“It’s Saturday. You should be sleeping in, not talking to my sorry ass,” he teased. He smiled when he heard your giggle.

“I like talking to your sorry ass though. It’s a fine little ass and I love it very much. Just like I love you.”

The confession made Dylan’s heart stop, the frown coming again. “I love you too,” he whispered, fighting back a sniffle. “Fuck, I miss you so much, Y/N. It’s just not the same here without you. I miss seeing your face every day.”

“I know, Dyl. You know I miss you too. The bed is lonely without you.”

Dylan chuckled to himself, wiping at his eyes. He knew he was ready to cry and was battling not to. “Too bad you couldn’t come down for my birthday tomorrow.”

“I wish I could have. But Mr. Hartford wants me in the office first thing in the morning. We have that article to finish and he’s getting antsy about it.”

“You should have told him no,” Dylan grumbled. “Get someone else to do it.”

“But if I want that promotion-”

“I know, I know.”

“I promise we will do something when you come back, Dylie. We’ll go to a Mets game or to your favorite club. Whatever you want,” you told him. “I know you have a few more weeks, but we will do something the second you are back.”

“Alright,” he sighed, licking his lips. He glanced up to see the scene finishing, Kaya walking off set. “I have to go. They finished the scene they were filming so I’m probably gonna be needed. You know they can’t do anything without me.”

You laughed, imagining the smirk he held. “Ok, cocky asshole.”

“Hurtful!” he whined. “But seriously, I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m sending you lots of hugs and kisses. And I will give you a call tomorrow to wish you happy birthday.”

“You should do more than just call,” he implied, biting his lip. “I’d love to see you. In… multiple ways.”

“We’ll see. I have a plan for you, birthday boy. Don’t work too hard, alright?”

He heard you yawn, shaking his head. “I won’t. Get some rest, angel.”

“Bye, Dylie.”

“Bye.”

Dylan ended the call, dropping his phone with his stuff beside his chair. He let out a louder sigh this time, ruffling his hair. Being away from home for so long was stressful, especially when your loved ones are back in Los Angeles while he sat working in South Africa. He enjoyed his work and what he had seen of the country, but he was missing affection and love. Being away from you, his girlfriend of four years, made him depressed. And seeing as his birthday was tomorrow, August twenty-sixth, he had wished you would be able to come out to spend time with him. That was until you dejectedly spilled the news to him about work. You also told him that funds were tight, though he offered to pay for your ticket. Your stubborn attitude didn’t let him, naturally.

He felt alone. Sure, Dylan had his castmates. They were his second or third family outside his own family and the Teen Wolf family, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to feel your constant, warming love surrounding him. He wanted to spend much deserved time with you since you had barely been able to see each other as of late. And he definitely wanted to indulge in a heaping helping of birthday sex where you rode him like a cowgirl, getting drunk on your kisses while his hands roamed every inch of your body. He wanted the things he could only share with you, but they were things he wouldn’t get this year.

Dylan wiped his eyes dry on his way towards the set, draping his arm around Kaya. “So. What scene is next?”

“None,” Wes told them all before anyone could answer. Dylan’s brow rose, jaw dropping in question. He glanced at a nearby camera that held the time, seeing it was barely after five pm.

“But don’t we have more to film? We had to do those retakes the other day-”

“We’re fine, Dylan,” Wes told the young man. He gave Dylan’s shoulder a firm pat. “We’re right on schedule. Ahead, actually. So, going home early isn’t an issue at all. Get some rest and be ready for tomorrow.”

“Oh ya. I love working on my birthday,” Dylan told him sarcastically, sticking his tongue out in amusement. “But you’re sure that we’re ok to head back now?”

“Of course,” Wes said.

“Come on, mate,” Thomas laughed, leaning on Dylan’s shoulder. “Don’t argue. It’s an early night off. We can head back to the hotel, order take out, take a hot shower, and sleep earlier!”

“I could definitely go for a good night of sleep,” Dylan hummed. He rolled his neck, shrugging his shoulders to ease the tension that had built up in them. “Well, we will see you tomorrow then, Wes.”

“Sounds good,” the director chimed. Before the cast walked away, he called out one last thing. “And happy birthday, Dylan!”

Dylan’s forehead scrunched together, but he thanked his boss nonetheless. He didn’t understand the point in wishing him a happy birthday now when he could easily do it the next day, but he wouldn’t dismiss the kind gesture.

Dylan ended up keeping to himself the entire way back to hotel, the heartache beginning to seep deeper. The others all talked happily, yet he sat quietly, lost his the sea of his thoughts. When the car dropped them off, he was quick to decline on the offer for chinese take out, telling everyone that he was just going to shower and sleep earlier. No one questions, but they gave sad looks to the man, sympathizing with the actor’s predicament. They watched him hurry into the hotel, making a beeline for the elevator without acknowledging anyone.

After an hour, Dylan had crash onto his hotel bed, freshly showered and not sweaty. The smell of mint and strawberry lingered in the room, the steam from his searing hot shower still wafting through the air. He took extra long under the rain shower just to relax and to clear his thoughts, though the latter didn’t happen. He barely managed to pull on a pair of shorts afterwards, feeling physically and emotionally drained from his constant anxiety and depression.

He grabbed his phone from the table, clicking it on to see the picture on his lockscreen. It was a black and white filtered photo of you both during a day at the pool. You both had confined yourselves to the jacuzzi, Posey cracking up that his OTP was having alone time. Your arms were around his neck, the actor pulling you into his side. His eyes were hidden by his Raybans and yours were shut tightly, your lips pressed to his scruffy cheek happily. When he unlocked his phone, you were inside as well, curled up on the couch in his California home in nothing but a Mets sweater that hid your shorts and thigh high socks. Your face was nearly hidden in your knees, one eye poking out and the corner of your smile peering at him cheekily.

Seeing your face made him want to call you like nothing else. He was tempted to facetime you just so he could see your face. His finger hovered over the button before promptly locking his phone and dropping it beside him, pulling his pillow into his hold instead. He resisted the urge, knowing that you were sleeping again from the time difference. He turned on his TV to distract himself, minding some mindless comedy on Comedy Central to numb his mind too.

The ringing of his phone broke him from his thoughts, begrudgingly grabbing it from the duvet. He was skeptical as to why Thomas was calling him since he was only a few doors down, but he slid the green button to answer anyway, pressing it to his ear. “What?”

“Come here please. I need help with something.”

“Do I have to?” Dylan asked tiredly. He didn’t want to move. “Can’t you ask Ki Hong or something.”

“You’re the only person i can trust with this. Please, mate. I need you help.”

Dylan groaned. “Fine. Give me a second to find a shirt.”

“You’re the best. Thank you. I knew I could count on you!” Thomas mused before hanging up.

Dylan hurriedly grabbed a black shirt from his suitcase, pocketing his phone and wallet that had his room key on his way out the door. He skirted down the hall to Thomas’ door, knocking loudly. No one answered the first time, Dylan growing increasingly frustrated. “Thomas?”

“Sorry, sorry!” his friend called on the other side of the door, opening it. The room behind him was dark, Dylan growing cautious. “I’m glad you could come. I need your help.”

“I’m here to help,” Dylan murmured sarcastically. He stepped in, the door shutting behind them. The men were engulfed in complete darkness. “Why are the lights off?”

“That’s what I need help with,” Thomas said. Dylan had to contain his scoff at the lame reasoning he was hearing. “I think my lights are out.”

“And you called me instead of housekeeping?” Dylan pondered aloud. Thomas only hummed in response. “Did you try the light switch?”

“There’s a switch?” Thomas asked.

“Seriously, dude?” Dylan asked again. He stumbled forward, cursing when he kicked a suitcase and the ironing board, tripping over Thomas’ shoes. “It’s right here. Somewhere.”

His fingers brushed the switch, hearing it click when he pressed it. The lights in the room flickered on, Dylan freezing when he was welcomed with a booming “Surprise!” Almost falling over in shock, he stared at his castmates - his Maze Runner family - that were sitting in Thomas’ room with trays of chicken, pasta and veggies, a case of beer on the table. Mario Kart was set up for nostalgia on the sixty inch tv. Some balloons were floating about, some streamers draping the walls while there was party confetti littering the tables around the food.

“W-what’s all of this?” he asked, peering around at his friends.

“We know you’ve been a bit down lately since Y/N couldn’t come and you aren’t seeing your family at all for your birthday. So, we thought we would try to cheer you up a bit by throwing you a birthday party early!” Will told him.

“We just want you to be happy, mate,” Thomas told him.

“We were planning to celebrate tomorrow, but this is better,” Ki Hong grinned.

“You guys didn’t have to do this for me,” Dylan muttered. “You know I hate celebrating my birthday.”

“Come on, Dyl,” Kaya whined. “Let’s have some fun.”

She pouted at the lead actor, making him chuckle. “Fine, fine. Crack me open a beer and decide who’s asses I’m going to kick in Mario Kart.”

“My man!” Ki Hong laughed.

Time flew by, Dylan beginning to lighten up. Alcohol was a godsend, his best friend at this time. It made his mind buzz and his strained body ease. His stomach was full and his hands hurt from the multiple rounds of Mario Kart that were played. Yet, his heart still felt empty with longing. All of the fun he was having, yet he wanted to share it with the one person that mattered most to him. You weren’t by his side to enjoy this with him, and that made him feel cold despite the warmth that came from the drinks, food and fun.

“I think it’s cake time!” Thomas said. Dylan stuck his tongue out.

“Guys, you know you didn’t have to get a cake.”

“What kind of birthday would it be without cake?” Will asked. “Come on, man. It’s chocolate with this Bailey’s frosting. It sounded superb.”

“I do like booy chocolate,” he chuckled. “Fine. One slice.”

“Oh no,” Rosa said, bringing it out and placing it on the table in front of him. “You have to blow out the candles. All twenty-seven of them.” She shook the pack of candles in her hand, popping it open to start placing them in.

“Oh God. You guys are crazy.”

He watched Rosa strategically place each candle, faintly hearing a phone go off behind him. He heard faint murmuring before Kaya spoke up. “Hey guys. It’s Ben so I’m going to go talk to him for a few. Go ahead with the cake. I’ll be back in a few. Leave the door cracked for me.”

“Got it.”

Dylan stayed put, watching as they finally started to light the candles. No one bothered to turn the lights down. They just broke into singing horribly to make the man laugh. When they finished, everyone around him began urging him to make a wish before blowing out the candles. Dylan didn’t to think hard on it. He knew exactly what he wanted. He had known for a while. So, even if it was pathetically unrealistic, he would still wish for it.

I wish Y/N could be here to celebrate my birthday with me.

With his focus on the cake and the wish he was making, he didn’t hear the door open and close and two - not one - set of footsteps approaching him slowly. Just as he blew out the candles, his world went dark, two hands covering his eyes. He blinked once, eyelashes fluttering against the person’s hands. He felt a pair of lips against his ear that felt both refreshing an scandalous, a shiver running up his spine.

“Guess who,” he heard.

He quickly snapped up from his seat, the hands falling from his face. He turned to fast for his buzzed mind, the world spinning and his body tumbling into the couch. But his eyes weren’t deceiving him. You were standing in front of him, giving your classic smile that made him melt. “Oh my God,” he mumbled.

“Hi Dyl,” you bemused cheerfully.

“Y/N,” he said. He rushed around the couch to face you fully, cupping your face. His thumbs rubbed your cheeks, getting a sense of reality. “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“I’m here.”

“How? Why? What?” he rambled. “How is this possible? How are you here?”

“I’ve been here all day,” you told him. “I got in this morning and have been in Kaya’s room waiting for… well, this.”

“So, when I called you-”

“I was here.”

“But, I don’t get it. How are you here?” he asked.

“Well, I sort of lied about the work thing. I wasn’t lying about funds, but everyone pitched in to buy me a ticket to come visit for a few days,” you told him. His brow furrowed, lips puckering in dismay.

“You let them pay for a ticket but you won’t let your boyfriend?”

You giggled. “Dylan, they flew me out as a birthday surprise for you.”

“Oh…”

“Yes. Oh.”

His smile grew, tugging your face closer to his. “Well, I’m glad they did then,” he whispered. “They made my birthday wish come true.”

“Did they?”

“They sure did. I wished just now that you could be here to celebrate my birthday with me. And, here you are. My wish came true,” he hummed.

“That’s good then,” you told him, arms wrapping around him. “You deserve all your wishes to come true.”

He pulled you into a kiss, your body melting into his. Unfortunately, it was short lived, Ki Hong making a sour face. “Save that for your own time. Like tomorrow when I’m not around to puke on you.”

Dylan pulled away, glancing to his running friend. “Tomorrow? What are you talking about? We have work.”

“No, you don’t,” everyone said. Dylan blinked.

“What?”

“Wes agreed to give you tomorrow off to spend time with Y/N. His birthday gift to you,” Kaya said.

“Really?” Everyone nodded. “You guys did all of this for me?”

“Of course,” Thomas said. “You’re family. We wanted to give you a nice birthday. And we knew this would be the best way to do that. You’ve been missing Y/N, so what better way to spend your birthday than sightseeing with your girlfriend?”

Dylan smiled. “Thanks guys. This really is a wish come true. You guys are the best.”

“You’re making me emotional,” Ki Hong faked. “Group hug!”

“Nope,” Dylan was quick to say, taking your hand. “We’re gonna head to bed. I appreciate everything you guys did, though. You are the best!”

“Be safe!” Ki Hong yelled.

“Happy birthday!” everyone else called, not bothering to fight the retreating man. They knew this would happen, but it was beyond understandable. The way Dylan smiled made the room radiate, his mood doing a full one-eighty. That was all they needed.

You laughed to yourself at Dylan eagerness, strutting into his room when he slammed the door, locking it. He looked out the peephole to make sure no one had followed from the party before backing into the room. When he turned around, he was met by your body, your form pressed solidly to his and your arms around his neck. Dylan sighed in contentment, resting his hands on your waist.

“Now, no one can disturb us,” he reminded you. His fingers danced against your waist, pushing up your tank top slightly. “So, you were saying before?”

“I was saying how much I love you and miss you,” you laughed. Dylan chuckled, knowing those words were never spoken, but he didn’t argue. He loved hearing them. You pushed up against him, your lips almost on his. “Happy birthday, Dylie.”

“I love you,” he said before pressing his lips to yours. The second they made connection, you melted in his arms. You pushed up desperately, trying to feel more of him, needing to feel his lips to yours. You pushed up harder than normal, the desire fueling your actions. The force from your push made him stumble backwards, his legs hitting the end of the bed. You both went toppling with short yelps, laughing when you realized what happened.

You laid on top of him, Dylan tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He gave a gentle smile, taking your chin in his hand and pulling you forward into a sensual kiss. You moaned instantly, tilting your head to mash your lips together better. It was slow to start, lips dragging against each other, disconnecting in subtle smacks that roamed the air around you. Your noses brushed with each kiss. Your hands threaded through his luscious locks and his tugged at your tank top.

You rolled around on the bed, the kissing growing into a more intense make out. Every roll of your bodies led to a piece of clothed shed from your skin, discarded precariously into the room. When you sat up together, Dylan on top, his shirt came off, yours following the next time you rolled over with you on top. His hips shimmied to wiggle free from his shorts, yours coming off much easier with Dylan’s skilled hands working on them.

Laying in just your underwear, you finally ended up in a single position with you straddling his hips, your lips feverishly attacking his. Lips parted so tongues could play, twisting together in a swirl of saliva. Your hips would roll into his, moaning into the smoldering kiss when his covered erection would roll against your core. The fabric you both wore impeded the connection you were trying to get to on instinct, only making you antsier and hornier. Your core ached and became moist, Dylan’s cock growing hard and straining against his underwear.

Dylan worked your bra off, tossing it behind you without breaking the kiss. His hands cupped your breasts, running the pads of his thumbs of the nipples. They were kneaded gently between his fingers, your moans growing more frequently and your rocking hips speeding up, digging deeper against him. Your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging at his chocolate locks.

“Dyl,” you murmured, pulling from the kiss. “Please. I need you. I need to feel you. God, it’s been too long.”

“Agreed,” he said, nodding at you. He placed another kiss to your lips, grinning widely. “God, I missed you. I’ve been dying to feel you in my arms again. I can’t wait to feel you.”

He rolled you onto your back, pulling off your cheekster panties. He scurried off the bed to rummage through his suitcase, finding the box of emergency condoms he brought with him. “Grab a couple,” you laughed, seeing Dylan’s eyes light up. The man came back with a small handful of the XL condoms, placing them on the table beside the bed. He pushed his boxers down to reveal his erect cock, tip red and shaft sticking straight out towards you. Dylan rolled the first condom on hastily, resuming his position on the bed over you, settled between your legs. You mewled in contentment when he slid through your folds a few times, getting the rubber lubricated.

“Ready?” he asked. You gave him a pointed look, Dylan chuckling. “I just wanted to make sure. I don’t just want to shove myself inside you and you aren’t ready for it.”

“I love how sweet you are,” you told him. “But, I need you inside me. Stop wasting time.”

“Temper, temper,” he teased.

The tip poked at your core once before he slid inside completely, bottoming out in one flawless motion. You moaned at the feeling, a smile forming on your face. You missed the feeling, suddenly feeling complete and full with him inside you. You missed how Dylan’s body would press to yours just as he did now, your limbs tangled together in a sea of twists and turns. You missed the way your hands molded together like they were meant to be, two jigsaw pieces linking together through laced fingers extended above your head. You missed the way he would kiss you whenever he got the chance, lips never leaving yours even as he began to thrust into you.

It was slow. It was tender. It was passionate. Every thrust of his hips so his shaft rubbed against your sensitive walls made you shiver and moan. Your body was burning and you saw fireworks popping behind him in an explosion of colors. His movements were somewhat calculated and not the way he normally would move, but you were enjoying everything regardless. Every emotion he had - every minute of you both missing each other - was conveyed and it was the focal point of the feelings you felt.

Sadly, the slow motion didn’t spur enough arousal for you. It only managed to turn you on more, your blood pumping with the plea for something else. You wanted to feel him pound you. You wanted to feel the adrenaline that came from sex with him. As much as you enjoyed the passionate sex with the man you loved, you wanted to get wild too. The need for ecstasy was uncontainable, making you want to feel the high you knew came with Dylan O’Brien.

“More,” you told him. His movements ceased for a second to stare into your eyes, seeing the lust that had formed with the need for release. That seemed to be the spark he needed, his eyes flashing a dark color and glistening with readiness. “Faster. Harder. Deeper. I love this passionate sex because I’m missed you, but it’s taking too long to please me. I need you, Dyl.”

“I can do that.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a fiercer kiss, his hips pulling back to slam harder into your core. Your moan was muffled, clenching his hands harder. The motions repeated, speeding up until he was rapidly pistoning into you, hitting the spots that always made you soar into the heavens. This was when he was able to hit your g-spot with every thrust, his hips clapping noisily against yours. Your hands disconnected so he could hold himself up, focusing on his powerful thrusts into you.

Even through the condom, he was sensitive. He would feel every inch of warmth and every moist drop you secreted. You loved the way your walls hugged his length, making his thrusts harder to accomplish, but he pushed on because it felt too wonderful to stop. He figured the time apart was the deciding factor. Not having seen you and feel you, not having been able to have sex with you for far too long, made everything ten times better than normal. He twitched at the thought of cumming inside you, a smidge depressed that he was still confined to the condom around him.

“Fuck,” he cursed lowly, feeling himself twitch against your walls. Your moans rang in his ears, his breathing increasing into heavy pants. His chest heaved, eyes closing to chase the high he was at. He barely felt your arms circle his neck and pull him close, you murmurs telling him that you were close. The second he sped up, you were goo and you were at that point that you were overcome with joy. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” you whimpered at him, though you weren’t sure if he heard. His forehead laid to your collarbone, sloppy thrusts pushing harder. The twitching increased, pulsing seeping through your walls to spur your high. You blinked back the dots of your high, letting out an ear piercing moan. Your juices spilled out around the rubber and your walls clung to him, your nails ending up down his back in trails of red scratches. Your core around him grew hotter, his cock sliding with ease from the wetness. He felt it all through the condom, though he didn’t fill you up when he, too, came. The strings of his hot, white seed spilled into the gap at the tip of the rubber, your tightened walls milking every last drop he had built up into the condom.

He stilled to let your both relax, pulling out and discarding the filled condom when your arms fell from around him. He chuckled at the lopsided grin you had, arms sprawled to embrace your happiness. You were exposed to him, Dylan’s eyes falling to your chest naturally. His tongue ran over his lips, any chances for his cock to go limp now squandered. He felt himself harder three times in that single second, his mouth watering. He loved your breasts beyond belief. They were the perfect size to him no matter how many times you thought they were imperfect through your relationship. They were perky with the nipples boisterous and upright. They were round and fit perfectly in his palms and mouth. He didn’t care if they were large or small because, in his eyes, they were the best breasts around. And they were all his.

He didn’t say anything when he leaned down, taking a nipple between his lips. You mewled happily, back arching into him as he ravished the bud with sucks, licks and countless numbers of kisses. Your hands wove through his hair once more, enjoying the way his lips tugged at your nipples when he pulled away, flicking it up and down before it was back in his mouth for another kiss. His hips ground against yours, feeling you shake in delight.

“I love your tits,” he mused, his hot breath fanning over your nipple. You arched into him in response, giving his hair a sharp tug. “You know what else I love about them? I love when they wrap around my cock and I can fuck your tits until I cum on your face.”

You shivered, licking your lips. “Well, what are you waiting for?” you asked, eyes glinting when you looked up at him. Dylan’s lips curled upwards in a devious smile, hips slithering their way up your body until he was resting over your chest, trying not to crush you with his large, muscled form. His fully erect cock rested against your chestplate, in the valley between your breasts. He slid between them a few times, Dylan adding a bit of spit, pumping himself with it, to lube himself for the task he was about to do.

“Hold them together for me, angel,” he commanded. You did as he asked, pushing your breasts together until they were hugging him completely, constricting his shaft between them. Dylan grunted to himself, tousling his hair in a single swipe of the hand. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“Come on, Dylie,” you mused. “Give me everything you got.”

His thrusts were uneven and messy, shaft sliding in the gap between your breasts hurriedly. Even if it was the least skilled he ever was, he moaned loudly, almost breathlessly. You could see the pure joy on his face, knowing he was loving it just as much as you were. There was something erotic about the position, something sexy about him sliding between your breasts quickly. It felt odd at times, but it also felt uniquely marvelous. Your tongue poked out to lick teasingly at his tip when he neared you, tasting the precum that came out of it.

“Oh god. So good,” he moaned, speeding up. You moaned in response, trying to taste more of him between thrusts. You pushed your breasts together more, making the feeling around him tighter. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He seemed close, twitching sporadically against each breast. He seeped more fluids, making you mewl with every slurp you managed to get in. You were preparing for the beads of cum to dot your face, wanting to taste him on your tongue. You wanted to swallow every last drop that would inevitably land in your mouth, the remains dribbling onto your chest like a pearl necklace.

But it never came. He pushed your hands away from your chest, releasing himself from the breast gap he had occupied. He moved off of you, turning you onto your side with a swift yelp. You heard his hand slap onto the bedside table to grab a condom, his grunts and curses growing louder and more frequent when he failed in sliding the rubber on a few times, the rubber almost slipping from his hands a few times.

Finally managing to slid it on, you felt his chest to your back, your leg lifted and slung carelessly over his bony waist. The tip slid into you once or twice, sliding in completely before he left you vacant, his lips finding your cheek when you let out a string of whimpers and mewls. He slid into you entirely, seating himself as far in as he could. There he sat, taking a moment to slid an arm under your head and grabbing your breast while the other hand rubbed at your swollen clit leisurely.

“Dyl,” you moaned at him, turning to face him as best you could. He grinned, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to your lips, the two barely separating when he started thrusting. They skimmed to each other when your body shook from his powerful thrusts, his hips clapping into your ass and his balls hitting your folds. His hand on your breast gave a tight squeeze, pushing harder and faster. “Oh God, yes!”

“God, I love you,” he told you, burying his face in your hair, listening to you moan. He felt your walls contracting, spontaneously clutching him completely. The hand on your clit rubbed faster, increasing your moans in frequency and volume. The hand on your chest moved up to your neck, giving it a squeeze to keep you close to him. It wasn’t hard enough to restrict the flow of air, but choking you always managed to make you more wet, the pleasure you felt amplified to levels that were out of this world. You clawed at the bed, tugging at the duvet and sheets, hearing his ever so consistent compliments and confessions of love, mumbling things at you that he admired.

“Dyl,” you whined. “Kiss me. Please. I’m cumming.”

“Me too,” he huffed breathlessly. “You feel so good, angel. Fuck, you feel so good.”

He rubbed harder to your clit, nudging you to the final high you needed. Your were spilling around him with waves of arousal, your moan filling the room. You turned to kiss him, Dylan enveloping your lips completely in a needy connection. That was the flame he needed that burned the knot inside him, his grunt covered while he released into you - well, the condom inside you. He filled the tip of the rubber just as he did before, giving a few extra drops when he felt your toes curling against his lower half and your hand cover his that rested on your clit, giving a loving hold. He thrust until there was nothing left inside him, your body going limp in his hold slightly.

He pulled out and tossed the second condom, lying on his back. Your turned in his arm, resting against his chest. The man was still hard, already reaching for a third condom, preparing to push you back again and fuck you until you were seeing stars and fireworks. But you caught his hand halfway, stopping him. He blinked in confusion, turning to look at you.

“I’m tired,” you told him, letting out a loud yawn. “I’m still kind of jetlagged.”

“But-”

“No buts,” you scolded, tapping his nose playfully. It scrunched up in annoyance, wrinkling cutely. “Besides, you know there is more of that to come, birthday boy.”

“There is?” he asked, smiling gleefully.

“What kind of birthday would it be without sex?” you teased, kissing his lips lightly. “Just you wait. Definitely more to come.”

“Can I have it now?” he pleaded.

“Nope. You can wait,” you told the stubborn man. Without waiting for his protest, you curled into his chest, lacing your fingers with his against his stomach. He sighed to himself. Shifting your forms so he could cover your nude bodies with the duvet, he kissed the top of your head, turning off the light by his bed. “Also, happy birthday, Dyldo-Brien.”

Dylan glanced at the clack, smiling sleepily to himself. He felt the wave of exhaustion hit him when he realizing how late it was. In fact, it was so late, he didn’t realize it was officially his birthday. He hugged you close, nuzzling into your hair. “Thank you, angel. I love you.”

“Love you,” came your slurred response, both of you falling into a restful night of sleep that neither had in a long while.

“Wake up!” you screamed, jumping on the bed. Dylan groaned, burying further into his pillow. You huffed in annoyance, dragging the duvet off his bare body, giving his behind a firm smack. “Get up!”

“No!” he whined.

“Dyl, it’s your birthday! We have lots of fun planned for today! So get up!”

“Five more minutes.”

You pouted, staring down at the handsome man. Slowly, your lips curled and you said, “Well, I guess we can’t start off your big day with some sex. I’m just standing here, naked. Waiting for you to take me.”

“I’m up!” he yelped, sitting upright. He was rather disappointed when he heard you crack up, finding you fully dressed in shorts and a loose shirt that hung off one shoulder. You jumped off the bed, tossing him a pair of blue board shorts and a black shirt. “You’re a horrible person.”

“I love you too,” you laughed. Dylan fell back on the bed, making you huff. “Dylan.”

“Five more minutes.”

You sighed, moving to hover over him. He cracked an eye open, his smile tugging upwards when he saw you. You couldn’t stop your own smile, pressing your lips to his. Your hair ticked his face, Dylan ready to pull you onto the bed. You backed away before he could, pushing his hands from your waist. “Happy birthday. Now, get up. We have to be at the waterfront soon.”

“What?” he asked, rolling out of bed to get dressed. “Why?”

“You sent me pictures of that time you went boating when Julia came out to visit, right? Well, now, we are going!”

Dylan chuckled, pulling on his shoes. You already had bags packed, standing at the door with them in hand. You were bouncing, your sunglasses ready to fall off the top of your head. “You’re super excited, aren’t you?” he asked, grabbing his phone and wallet.

“Absolutely!” you chimed. You followed Dylan out of the room, tugging him down into a kiss in the middle of the hallway. His smile was obvious against your lips, making you melt into him. “I definitely look forward most to spending the time with you today. I have lots of fun things planned.”

“Is that so?” he chuckled, dragging you towards the elevator, taking the bags from you and throwing it over his shoulder. Your hands stayed interlocked the entire way out of the hotel to the car that was taking you to your destination. “We are going boating for a few hours. I figured we can go swimming a little bit while we are out. Then when we get back, I want to go shopping, or at least browsing. Just wandering around together.”

“What about dinner?” he asked.

“I figured we could go to Foxcroft. I think you mentioned it once, so I thought that would be a good place to go. Have a few beers and some food before we head back to the room for the night,” you told him.

“You really have this planned out,” he chuckled.

“Only the best for you.”

You were taken to the waterfront where a boat was waiting, both of you cuddling together when it left the dock. Dylan played with your hair while you took pictures, basking in the sunlight that rained down on you. Both of you wore sunglasses that hid your eyes. The ocean breeze flowed over your forms, you both sharing a multitude of laughs while you stared off into the horizon.

When the boat came to a stop, bobbing in the water, you escaped his grasp, leaving him sitting on the padded seat drinking his soda. He watched you like a hawk as you started digging through the bag, pulling out a towel. His eyes were trained on your backside, licking his lips.

Man, I wish she has that blue bikini with the white flowers on under her clothes. She always looks so good with that. It’s my favorite one she has, he thought to himself.

Slowly, you pulled off your shirt, adjusting your bikini top. Dylan gaped a bit, seeing the specific bikini on your form that he wanted to see. “Holy…”

“What?” you asked, wiggling out of your shorts. Dylan leaned forward on his knees to watch your hips shake from side to side, the denim dropped to the deck of the boat and kicked off.

“I love my birthday,” he muttered to himself. You heard him clearly, making your way over to him. “Birthday wishes are the best. Wishes come true, baby. And I got a true angel in front of me.”

“You, good sir, are being cheesy. And you aren’t drunk yet,” you giggled. You carefully straddled his waist, running your hands up and down his chest sensually, massaging his muscles through his shirt. “Now, why doesn’t we just take this off of you and get this party started.”

Dylan nodded, leaning down to kiss you. You hummed into it, letting him control it like he always did, even if you were on top. Your lips parted to let his tongue roam your mouth, his lips dragging along yours slowly and tastefully. When you disconnected, his arms raised above his hair, the shirt removed from his body and tossed away. His hands found your waist and yours rubbed at his shoulders, resuming the kisses you had started.

His hands move to your butt, giving it a firm squeeze through your bottoms. You mewled against his lips, rubbing your hands back down his body, feeling his muscles flex under your touch before playing with the hairs of his happy trail. Your heads tilted in different directions so your lips could smash together perfectly. Your tongues played between your cheeks, the kiss growing heated faster than you would expect.

Just as his hands started moving upwards towards your bikini top, you pushed off of him, hearing him groan in disapproval. “Angel-”

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” you told him. You kicked the boat’s ladder into the water, placing your sunglasses with your stuff before climbing onto the side of the boat, jumping over the edge. You screamed happily, doing a pose in the air before you hit the water. Dylan had managed to pull out his phone to record you before you jumped into the water, posting it to the instagram he caved and made. “Come on, Dyl!”

“I’m coming!” he hollered, removing his sunglasses. He raced towards the edge, laughing when he went flying off the edge. “Cannonball!”

The water splashed you when he hit, knees tucked against his chest. He disappeared under the water, making you start to wonder where he was. “Dylan?” you called, treading the water as you spun in circles. You ended up shrieking when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you partially out of the water when he resurfaced. You peered down at him, gazing at the bright smile he had. “Well, hello.”

“Hello, my angel,” he murmured to you, letting you slide back down his body into the water. Your breasts were mashed against his chest, Dylan’s arms tightly clung to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs circling his own waist. “Do you come here often?”

“I don’t,” you hummed. Dylan swam in circles with you in his arms, letting the water splash around your bodies in the coolness it offered. “But, I’m glad I came.”

“Me too,” he whispered, placing a hand at the back of your head, giving you a solid kiss that made your body melt happily. You eagerly returned the kiss, the two of you floating through the water for a long while, sharing kisses while swimming around the boat casually. The entire time, you were glad you were able to come, overjoyed to be spending time with the man you loved in a beautiful place such as Cape Town, South Africa. But, what made everything the best, was being in his arms, floating in the water and enjoying his birthday.

Around midday, you returned to town, heading into town to peruse the shops. You walked hand in hand through the streets, taking pictures together and of the things you saw. You roamed the street vendors, trying food and messing with the items you saw. You jokingly modeled some clothes to make Dylan laugh, buying things every once in a while as memories. You bought him Cape Town keychain that had his name on it as a joke birthday gift, the vendor giving you a discount when he learned it was your boyfriend’s big day.

“Excuse me,” some girls said, catching yours and Dylan’s attention. They were holding their phones, staring up at the actor with twinkling eyes. They seemed awestruck by the man in front of them. “Are you Dylan O’Brien?”

Dylan chuckled, nodding. “Yeah. I am.”

“C-can we, um,” one of the girls stuttered. “Can we get a picture please?”

“Um…” Dylan started, unsure what to answer. He felt bad. He was out with you for his birthday, yet he still managed to get stopped by fans. He turned to you, relaxing slightly when he saw the smile on your face.

“It’s fine, Dyl. I’m gonna go check out a store really quick. Just wait here and I will be back,” you told him. You gave him a quick kiss, the girls squealing cutely when they saw it. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he called to your quickly retreating form. He turned back to the fans, giving them a completely genuine grin. “Now, how about those pictures?”

“Was that your girlfriend?” they asked. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” he hummed dreamily. “She came out to visit and celebrate my birthday.”

“Oh, that’s right! It’s your birthday!” the tallest one said.

“Happy birthday Dylan!” they hummed happily.

“Thanks girls,” he told them wholeheartedly.

He took the camera from them, taking a selfie with them. He gave each of them a hug afterwards, signing a few autographs. People seemed to notice what was going on, Dylan getting roped into more pictures and autographs that made him antsy. He just wanted to get back to you and get back to spending time together.

When he finally escaped the crowd, he stood outside a store by himself, waiting for you to return. Glancing around, there was no sign of you, only making him sigh. He turned to the store he was standing in front of out of pure curiosity, trying to distract himself as he waited. He somehow ended up in front of a Victoria Secret-like store, the display in the window showing off a set of sexy lingerie. It made him choke slightly, mostly being caught off guard.

He stared at the display, admiring it slightly. He began to picture it on your, the dark blue silky material ending just below your ass. The bodice was partially see-through, lace rimming the top of each breasts and a flower-like design on the see-through material. It had a set of matching cheeksters that he wished he could see on you. He wanted to run in the store and buy the set, begging you to wear it when you returned to the hotel.

God, I wish I could see her wearing that. What if I just…

“Dylan~!” you sang, making him jump. Watching the man trip over his own feet and almost faceplant, you laughed, holding your bags behind your back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” he stated. He glanced at the bags in your hand, quirking a brow. “So, what did you get?”

“It’s a surprise,” you mused. “You’ll see later tonight.”

“Oh, really?” he hummed with a wiggle of his brow. “Will I like it?”

“I sure hope so,” you quipped. Taking his hand, you began to drag him off down the street. “Now, come on. There’s this store I found that I think you might like. Or not, I don’t know. But, the clothes are really cool and I thought it’d be fun to try some stuff on before we go to dinner. Just as some entertainment for a time killer.”

“Lead the way angel. Whatever you want to do.”

“That shouldn’t be how this works,” you pouted playfully. “It’s your birthday, baby. I should be doing anything you want.”

“Well, I already got my wish,” he said, pulling you to a stop. You were spun back into his arms, the man placing a tender kiss to your lips. “I am here, on my birthday, with the most beautiful girl in the entire world. I am out with the love of my life. I am spending my birthday with you, Y/N. And that’s all I need, all I want, every year for my birthday for the rest of my life. I love you will all my heart.”

“It almost sounds like a cheesy proposal,” you giggled.

“Would it be so wrong if it was?” he teased. “Would you say no?”

“Well, no…”

“Good,” he grinned. “But, I’m not proposing to you. Right now, at least. I will keep that for when you least expect it and when we feel we are ready. I don’t want to rush anything with you, and even if it’s be the greatest four years of my life, I don’t want to push you into anything. I mean, I want to marry you more than anything, but I want us to be in a good place and I don’t want to hurry and get married. We can definitely wait.”

“You’re rambling,” you joked, making the actor blush. “But, I understand. Propose when you want, Dylan, and I guarantee I will say yes. Spoilers, I know, but you are the love of my life and I want nothing more than to be by your side for the rest of my life. Even if we don’t get married for ten years, I would stay by your side forever.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” he bemused.

“Maybe you made a birthday wish,” you teased.

“You’re a little minx, angel,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around you and leading you away to the store you mentioned earlier.

One day, I will marry this girl.

You pulled him into the store, pulling out random shirts you thought he would enjoy. You held a few against his chest to test how they would look before you dropped them back on the rack. You grabbed a few things that you could try on as well, Dylan laughing at how excited you were, videoing you occasionally as memories.

When your arms were full, you pulled him towards the changing rooms, glancing around cautiously. Dylan looked at you suspiciously, questioning what you were doing. With a tug of the hand, he was yanked into one of the vacant rooms with you, the door locked when it shut behind you. The space was tight, but there was enough room you could both move. You took the clothes from his arms, hanging them on the hooks in the wall, pushing him back against the wall.

“Baby?”

“Shh,” you whispered. “Don’t want to get caught now, Dyl.”

“What are you doing, angel?” he asked lowly.

“Giving you a birthday present,” you smirked, dropping to your knees. You pulled down the board shorts he was wearing. You pushed up his shirt with one hand, playing with the hairs on his happy trail. “Hold this.”

He took it from you, holding it against his chest. “Angel, is this really the best time-”

“Yup,” you grinned. “Now, don’t be too noisy, Dyl. We don’t wanna get caught. But, I’m a bit thirsty and want you to cum down my throat. Isn’t that something you have been wishing for?”

“W-well, I…”

“You were just telling me like, last week how you wanted to cum down my throat and how sexy I look when you’re fucking my mouth,” you quipped, running the tips of your fingers along his shaft. He was growing harder, cock getting thicker and longer with casual twitches, with every tremble he had from your nails running along his length. He grunted noisily, using a hand to cover his mouth. “So, don’t you want me to suck you, Dyl? Right here, right now?”

“Well, we could wait for the hotel-” he tried to say, getting cut off when you kissed the bright red tip that glistened with precum. ��Or here works. Oh god, here works.”

You laughed, kissing it again. “You want to fuck my mouth, Dyl? You want to cum down my throat?” you asked him again, giving him the sexiest voice you could muster. “Do you want this gift from me right now?”

“Yes please,” he gasped. “You’re a horrible person for turning me on in public, but this is also super hot and now I can’t wait till we get back. I hate you.”

“That’s a lie,” you mused, stroking his shaft with your hand. He muffled his gasps of pleasure, giving you a sharp look that made you giggle. “You love me.”

“Ok, so I love you. And?”

“Now, I show you I love you,” you hummed. “Now, I make you feel good. I please you and make you happy.”

Dylan went to retort, silenced by your lips wrapping around his tip. He watched you with ever growing hazy eyes, mouth parting at the ecstasy he got. Your cheeks were hollowed around the head of his cock, sucking profusely at it. Your tongue smoothed over the slit, your moans at his salty, sweet taste making it vibrate. Your hand stroked him quickly, your free hand fondling his balls playfully.

“Holy fuck,” he rasped louder than he meant to, seeing you pull away with a glare. “Shit. I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

“Quiet,” you reminded him. “I know I’m good, but you’re gonna get us caught.”

“Cocky bitch,” he laughed.

You smiled, resuming what you were doing, this time bobbing along his shaft more. Dylan struggled to keep silent, wanting to dirty talk you through sucking him off. Instead, he focused his attention on watching you bob against him and the way your tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing up and down the pulsating veins happily. Your hands had dropped from his length and balls, circling his body to grip at his perfectly round ass. You gave it a few playful smacks that filled the room only, Dylan’s breathing increasing every time.

“You’re mean, angel,” he let out, threading his fingers through your hair. He aided your movements, bucking his hips forward to shove his length deeper down your throat. You gagged once, having to get accustomed to his length, but took it gratefully, feeling it hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You moaned, vibrating him completely, making him moan aloud. “Fuck.”

You hummed at him, trying to tell him nonverbally to let go. He was trying to hold back, prolonging the pleasure, and it was only ruining the mood by putting him in pain. You gazed up at him, meeting the honey brown colored orbs you fell madly for. The shared look was enough to tell him what to do, the actor’s eyes drifting closed so he could chase his orgasm that came rather quickly after he gave himself up to the bliss. You moaned, his seed shooting out and down your throat, sliding down it in waves of warmth. His hips stopped, but you bobs didn’t, slurping up every last drop he had. You willfully swallowed every last drop, licking your lips clean when he had nothing else to release.

You pulled back, seeing the man before you panting heavily. But he smiled; he had a gorgeous smile that showed his undying contentment and pleasure that resulted from what you did.

“Good?” you asked, helping to fix his shorts before standing up. He pulled you into a solid hug, kissing your forehead.

“Not good,” he mumbled. “Great. Amazing. Fantastic. Out of this world. Not just good. It was perfect, Y/N.”

“I love you, Dyl,” you said.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied. “Now, about these clothes…”

Dinner was a blast. The food was delicious and you had multiple drinks that made your mind buzz happily. You shared many laughs, feeding Dylan bites of your food from across the table. He got a free slice of cake for it being his birthday, his face red when you sang to him. You were glad there were minimal interruptions, only a few fans recognizing Dylan in the restaurant and cutting in with an apology to ask for a picture or autograph.

By the time you had left the restaurant, it was dark out, but it didn’t stop you from making one last stop on the way back to the hotel. You stopped to take a romantic picture to finish the night at the Company’s Garden, a main centerpiece of Cape Town. You took a few photos together in front of the monument in the middle of the botanical gardens. The one that Dylan instantly fell in love with was the one of you both kissing, smiles evident in the glow of the lamps around you.

You were ready to collapse when you trudged into his room, kicking off your shoes at the foot of is bed. Dylan placed the large number of bags on the table in his room, following your lead in kicking off his Adidas and ripping off his shirt. He fanned himself from the heat, cranking up the AC in the room. He rolled his shoulders, feeling his muscles screaming at him for being out all day.

“I’m going to be hurting tomorrow,” he joked, hearing you laugh. “That was a long and fulfilling day though. I definitely enjoyed myself, baby. So thank you for such a great birthday.”

He stood at the end of the bed, pulling you into a hug. Your chin rested on his stomach, looking up at him. “I’m glad, Dyl. You deserve it.”

“You’re too good to me,” he said, running his hand through your hair.

“I think you’re too good to me,” you laughed. “But, how about I draw you a bath? I bought this really nice bath salt while we were out that is supposed to help relax you, unless you are too manly for that.”

Dylan rolled his eyes. “A bath sounds amazing, but you don’t have to do that for me.”

“It’s your birthday. Let me pamper you,” you told him, tapping his nose. You stood and started for the bathroom, Dylan catching your wrist. You turned back to him, staring in question.

“You can pamper me on one condition.” Your head cocked to the side. “Join me in my bath please.”

You blinked before you smiled, nodding. “Alright. Then, after the bath, I have a present for you.”

Dylan whined, letting you lead him to the bathroom. “Haven’t you done enough for me?”

“Nope. This was all part of the plan, Dyl. I’m spoiling you for your birthday. So, deal with it,” you taunted him.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I know.” you flicked on the light, staring in awe at the bathroom. “Man, I never can get over how amazing the bathrooms are here.”

“That’s what I said when we arrived,” Dylan chuckled. He sat himself on the counter, watching you start the bath. You ran out of the room, returning with a bag. He recognized it as one of the ones you got when you disappeared earlier in the market, his curiosity piquing at what was inside. Though you pulled the bath salts from it, he knew there was more hidden in the tissue paper.

You pulled his focus away from the mysterious bag, stripping him of his remaining clothes. You let him strip you in return, giggling when he showered you with kisses. He carefully climbed into the tub, extending a hand to help you in after him, You sunk into the hot water, nestling between his legs so you could lean back against his chest. His arms wove around your waist, the pair of you relaxing in the heat mixed with the lavender scent.

You laid your head on his collar bone, playing with his fingers. He kissed the side of your head, your head turning to him. He never blinked, he never took his eyes off you. And slowly, he leaned forward, kissing you passionately like he did everytime that day. His lips formed perfectly with yours, moving against them slowly at first to test the waters.

You straddled his waist when it started to get faster, your noses bumping with every delve in. Your lips were parted for his tongue to attack yours, circling it like a shark ready to attack its prey. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him. Your core slid against his hardening cock, feeling it twitch into you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling his closer into you so you were flesh against him, scratching and scraping at his scalp. The hasty make out made the bath hotter around you, the feeling of his hands skimming your sensitive parts sending shivers up your spine. Your lips smacked when he pulled away for air, panting heavily.

“God, what I would give to be inside you right now,” he mumbled. He made your body roll into him move, grunting at the feeling it gave. “Fuck, I wish I could fuck you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” you asked. You gave him a soft kiss, trailing your lips along his jaw. “No one is stopping you, Dylie.”

“But, I don’t have a condom,” he told you.

“Well, what’s stopping us from going bareback?”

Dylan pulled away, letting you sit back on his lap. “Well, you don’t like to…”

“But, it’s your birthday. And I know you’ve been dying for it. We haven’t done it for a while without the condom.”

“But, birth control?”

“I got a new shot a little over a week ago,” you hummed. “So, we should be ok.”

“Seriously?” he asked, gaping. “You’re ok with this?”

“I want to make you happy, Dylan. I know you prefer it. And, it does feel good, so it’ll be totally worth it. So, yes, we can go bareback.”

“You are a true angel,” he hummed, pulling you back into the messy kiss. You lifted yourself off of him long enough for him to align himself at your core, your body sliding down slowly. You moaned into him, stilling when he was hilt deep inside of you. Your lips continued to move against his in a heated connection, his hands kneading your breasts for a moment before finding home on your waist.

The thrusts started slow, your body rocking against his steadily. The water moved with your motions, swaying back and forth in time with your body. His cock slid in and out of you easily, the tip pressing to your sweet spot every time you seated yourself back on him. Dylan facilitated your movements, your hands on his shoulders to make your thrusts easier.

It sped up fairly quickly, his hips bucking up into you. You moaned at him, crescent-shaped marks left on embedded in his skin. The water splashing got worse, spilling over the edge of the tub onto the floor in noisy splatters. His cock dug deeper into you, making your stomach clench and your head spin. You moaned his name, Dylan’s moaning yours. Dylan loved the feeling of you around him without restriction, the sensation of sex a million times greater. You couldn’t agree more, your walls overly sensitive to his large cock thrusting up into you.

He pulled you into a kiss, the feeling overwhelming to him. His cock twitched, his stomach releasing the tension it held. His seed seeped into you in long strings, making you quiver at the warmth that ran through your veins. Your walls clung around him, milking every drop he had, adding to the juices inside you. Your juices spilled out around him, mixing in a sea of arousal in your womb.

Dylan slowed to a stop, peppering your face with light kisses. He removed himself from you, bits of your combined juices getting washed away by the bath. He mumbled multiple ‘I love you’s’ before starting to drain the tub, lifting you from the water. Warily stepping out, trying his best not to slip on the water that flooded the floor now, he placed you on the sink, wrapping you in a towel. He wrapped another around his waist, pushing the rest onto the floor to absorb as much water as he could. You couldn’t stop laughing when he tried to wring out excess droplets, crouching to clean the floor.

“Your fault,” he hummed.

“Your thrusts.”

“You enticed me into the sex,” he declared. He draped the wet towels over the edge of the tub, moving towards you. “But, you know, we can gladly continue this conversation in the room. Maybe in bed? And you can show me more about how you enticed me with sex so much that it made the water cover the floor from our bath.”

“I like that idea,” you told him. Dylan grinned, preparing to pick you up, but you stopped him. “But, I have a surprise for you.”

“You’re a mood killer.”

“You don’t know that,” you frowned. “Just go wait in the room, on the bed. You don’t have to get dressed because I have a feeling you will like what I have for you and we will be continuing what was started.”

“Well, I like that thought,” he mused. He kissed you quickly, heading out the door. “Don’t be long.”

You slammed the bathroom door behind him, the man laughing lightly. Dylan discarded his towel on a chair, not caring that we was nude when he fell back on the bed. He stared at the ceiling while he waiting, wondering what you were planning. He would only imagine what was coming up, his mind wandering to the depths. He played with his shaft as he dreamt of what things you had up your sleeve, keeping him semi-erect.

“Hey, birthday boy,” you broke into his thoughts. Dylan sat up on his elbows, eyeing your form from afar. You were leaning against the wall while twirling a strand of hair around your finger, giving him a seductive look. But he was awestruck by your attire. You were in the same set of lingerie he saw earlier, looking as beautiful as he thought you would. He licked his lips, never leaving your form as your strut towards him, almost like a model. “How do I look?”

“I love my birthday,” he breathed. “I have the most perfect girlfriend standing before me and I will never forget the sight I have been given.”

“I’m not perfect,” you fought. “But, I’m glad you like it.”

He pulled you onto the bed, hovering over you and pressing you back into the mattress. “Not like. Absolutely love and adore. It’s remarkable and I never want to forget it. It’s been burned into my memory so I can always see how beautiful you are.”

He slid down your body leisurely, tracing along the edge of your breasts before skipping to the end of the top. He lifted the bottom to find the matching cheeksters, casually pulling them down your legs. A tender kiss hit your folds, making you moan. He made his way back up to your face, giving you a kiss to the lips.

“So, did you have something you wanted to do?” he asked.

“There is,” you hummed, using all of your weight to flip him onto his back. “I want to please you.”

“I’m ok with that,” he breathed. “Definitely ok. What did you have in mind?”

“I want to ride your face.”

He blinked. “Come again? I think that’s me pleasing you, sweetie.”

“Yes and no. You like eating me out, and it gets me started for the rest of the night.”

“I do like the taste of you,” he hummed. “But, um… if we are going to continue…”

“Yes?” you asked. “What is it, Dyl?”

“Can we do it bareback still?” he asked hurriedly. “I-I’d really like that. It felt really good.”

“Of course,” you told him. “Whatever you want, Dyl.” You paused, biting your lip. “And it did feel really good.”

“I always feel good,” came his cocky remark.

You shook your head, adjusting his body into the position you wanted. When he was situated and comfortable, you eased up his body, lifting the bottom of the lingerie top. Your core was settled just above Dylan’s face, his heated breath hitting your core. It seemed to hitch once when it came right into his view, but he was proactive after that, giving it light kisses to get your juices flowing.

You placed both hands to the wall for support, sinking down onto his face more. His tongue dove into your instantly, earning Dylan a loud, rippling moan with the sweet taste on his tongue. The skillful article in his mouth twisted in circles inside you, running up and down your walls. He loved the way your body shook above him, picturing you clawing at the wall in front of you. He would surely get an earful for that, but he didn’t care at that moment. He was busy savoring your fluids, lapping at them attentively. The juices slid down his throat in waves, warming his body.

His blood was pumping harder the longer he ate you out, his tongue working to find the spots that made you scream for him. With the adrenaline in his body, the ecstasy that came from the oral, he felt his lower region throb. The pumping blood ran up up his length, making it harder and harder with every passing second and ever passing lick of your slit. It twitched against his stomach, begging for attention - more from you than from him, but it would take what it could get in that moment.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it quickly. His tongue never stopped, managing to dip deep inside you while alternating to flick at your clit. His thumb smeared the precum on his tip, working himself close to a high. His hand wasn’t nearly as pleasing though. He wanted to feel you around him, your wet, tight pussy clenching around him while you bounced happily against his hips. Your breasts would bounce in time with your movements. Your hips would rock just like they did against his face, swaying to making yourself feel good. The thoughts made his hand and tongue go faster, but the pleasure was stagnant, making his insides hurt with craving.

He pushed you up slightly with one hand, his tongue retracting from your core. “Baby,” he let out. “Angel.”

“What?” you asked breathlessly.

“I don’t want to cum like this,” he let out. You were puzzled, crawling off of him. Dylan saw the look on your face, jumping to continue. “Not that I don’t like when you cum in my mouth, babe! I just, I want to feel you around me. I want to cum inside you. I loved tasting you, and I love pleasing you, but I want us to enjoy this together. I want to be in you, Y/N. So fucking bad.”

“Calm down,” you laughed. “I get it, Dyl. Just relax and let me handle this.”

You gave him a slow, lingering kiss, his lips still puckered when you pulled away. You heard his disgruntled moan when you straddled him, running your wet core against his shaft before sliding down on him, his cock vanishing inside you. He was fully sheathed in one fell swoop, your hips circling against him to make him moan.

“Holy shit, yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

You laughed, rolling against him. His cock slid free from your core before disappearing again when you slammed back down on him. Dylan grunted in approval, shaking hands taking your waist to help with your thrusts. Steadily - though it was quick as well - your thrusts sped up until you were bouncing on his shaft at high speeds. Your hips clapped together, mixing with the moans you both released to fill the entire hotel room. Your hands pressed to his chest, scratching down it in long trails of red.

Dylan pushed the lingerie up, sitting up long enough to lift your arms up and pull the top off of you. It disappeared into the room, lost from thought. The actor collapsed back to the bed, licking his lips when your thrusts resumed. With nothing to bind them, your breasts bounced with your new motions, Dylan’s eyes lighting up. He was drooling at the delicious sight, panting like Pavlov’s dog. He wanted to attack them, ravishing them with his lips and tongue, but he stayed with the sight alone, giving your behind a few smacks to get you aroused more.

His legs bent, feet pressed flat to the bed. His hands settled on your waist in a firm hold, his hips bucking upwards into you. You let out a sharp yelp of pleasure, leaning further on his chest. His hands on your waist kept you still, keeping you from moving so he could do the work instead. He was antsy, you could tell, so you let him command the sex for a bit. The feeling was way better with him leading anyway; he was able to snap deeper into you, hitting spots you couldn’t manage to with your own thrusts. And with that, you both were a mess of moans and yells, screaming for each other.

He hit your g-spot repeatedly, making your eyes roll back in your head. You yelled his name, Dylan grunting at the noise. Your breasts continued to bounce with his godly thrusts, your arms shaking to hold you up. You were seeing spots, Dylan managing to hit every spot that made you feel incredible. His balls flounced against your backside, the sound of skin on skin contact growing louder and more desperate.

Dylan abruptly sat up, adjusting you so your legs were around his waist. His legs were still bent and he had to lean back on his hands to keep himself up. But with your arms going around his neck, he was kept taut to your body, chests pressed to each other. He started thrusting back into you, your lips connecting in a sensual kiss. His lips dragged against yours throughout the entire connection. The aura around you was filled with steam and smelled of sex, but it radiated passion, excitement and happiness. It exuded love and you wouldn’t change anything. Your stomach was tight in a knot, ecstasy and bliss building from his powerful thrusts.

“Cum,” he commanded deeply, voice gruff and husky. “I can’t last much longer. Cum with me, angel.”

All you could muster was a nod and moan, hugging him closer. Your head disappeared in his neck, his in yours sucking dark marks to your skin. The thrusts he did were sloppy, pushing you both closer until you were unraveling in his arms. You kissed his neck just as your came, juices coating his bare shaft inside you. Your toes curled into his back and your nails dug into his shoulders, walls clinging to his shaft like life depended on it. The second Dylan felt your juices splatter out around him, he was a mess, melting himself. His seed shot off in strings of white, mixing with your juices inside you. His thrusts continued, though slowed considerably, riding out the highs you both felt.

He lifted you off of his lap, placing you beside him on the bed. You were sitting on your knees, still shaking from your orgasm. You were busy blinking away the dots in your eyes when you were pushed forward into the pillows, moaning when you were filled again. Struggling to glance back, you found Dylan staring down at you, already thrusting into you from behind. Your hands gripped at the pillows, tugging them closer to you.

“W-what-” you tried to ask, getting shut down with a screaming moan when he hit your sweet spot harshly.

“I’m not done,” he whispered, biting at his lip. “I need you, baby. I need to feel you, to hear you moan. Fuck, I need you to cum again. God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you let out. “I won’t last long though. You know what this does to me.”

“I know,” he chuckled deeply. “I’m still pretty sensitive. Two orgasms and bareback doggy style sex will have me exploding really soon.”

“Well, get to it. Make me scream, Dylan.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he mumbled.

He thrusts picked up, his hips colliding noisily with your backside, making it jiggle. Your breasts still jostled with the movements, Dylan unable to see them moving this time. He was content with watching his cock emerge from your pussy covered in your juices before disappearing with your loud moans of his name. Your walls were tight from your tensed body having already cum twice and the angle of the position, amplifying the pleasure he was feeling. He hit your sweet spot, adding to the pleasure you both felt by slapping your ass mid thrust.

“Oh God, Dylan!” you moaned, shaking violently. “Oh god! It’s so good. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead,” he urged, using one hand to circle your body, rubbing the swollen nub that was your clit. His other hand moved forward to tug at your hair so he could clearly hear your words amidst your moans. Your walls sporadically lung to his length, making it harder for him to concentrate when the coil inside him was about to burst. “Please, cum for me, baby. I want you to cum for my birthday. I wish you would cum for me.”

You let out one prolonged moan, juices spilling out around him. It was considerably less than before, but it was enough to soak into his skin and cover his shaft, giving him the warmth and moisture he desired. His body hunched forward, spilling into you with every last drop he could, his seed seeping into your core in drops of hot, white glop.

He pulled out of you, letting you collapse to the bed. He scurried off the mattress, ramming into a wall on his way to the bathroom. He wobbled unsteadily in his post-orgasm state, nearly slipping on bit of water he missed in the bathroom. He heard you laughing when he cursed loudly, shaking his head while grabbing a warm washcloth. His groin was cleaned before he left, find you having rolled onto your back on the bed. He gently cleaned you up, tossing the towel with his from earlier.

He laid next to you in bed, pulling the covers over you forms. You melted into his side, resting on his chest. His heartbeat was still fast, slowly evening out to a rhythmic beat. The sound was calming, allowing you to snuggle deeply into him. Dylan hugged you close, grabbing his phone while you both were relaxing into each other. He set his lock screen as the kissing picture you took earlier for his birthday, posting it on his social media accounts, grinning at his caption.

Dylanobrien: Best birthday with the best girl. Thank you for making this day unforgettable. I love you, Y/N.

He frowned slightly when he hadn’t received many messages from his friends back home, not seeing any from his family. He stared at the time, figuring there was still time for them to say anything. It was nearly midnight for him, so they were barely through their days.

“Y/N,” he said, hearing you hum at him. “Thank you for everything today. It was the best birthday I’ve had in awhile.”

“It’s no problem at all, Dyl,” you told him. “I want to make all your wishes come true. You deserve it.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I think now the only thing that would make this better was if everyone else was here too. I wish they could have been here to celebrate with us.”

He didn’t get much of a response. When he looked down at you, you were already asleep on him, your breathing evened out with your bare chest steadily pressing against him. Your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you slept, Dylan admiring your peaceful face. Carefully, he placed his phone back on the table, noting the time hit midnight just as he did. He brought you form closer to his, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Goodnight, angel. I love you.”

“Wakie wakie! Eggs and bakie!” you sang at him, shaking his side. Dylan groaned, shaking his head.

“I’m not falling for it again. You can’t seduce me this time, you evil temptress!”

You pouted, taking his hand and placing it on your bare chest. His head snapped up, gawking to find you still naked beside him. You gave him a fulfilled smile, sticking your tongue out at him. “You were saying.”

“Are we fucking again?” he asked sleepily, giving your breast a firm squeeze.

Before you could answer, you were pressed back to the bed, his lips on your chest. They moved along the valley of your breasts before finding your nipple, assaulting it with loving kisses. You moaned and arched into him, tangling your hands in his hair. The man took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, tugging the erect nipple with his teeth and lips until it was hard to the touch, standing upright. He would swap between them, his hand slithering between your legs while his lips were preoccupied to toy with your now wet entrance.

“Dyl, stop,” you said, trying to stay strong.

“Why?” he asked, cool breath fanning your breast.

“Because I have a surprise for you.”

Dylan stopped just as his fingers were about to slide into you so he could finger you restlessly in the morning. He sat up to look at you, questioning what you had said. “Baby, it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“I know. It’s one last birthday surprise though,” you told him. “We need to get ready.”

Dylan groaned in annoyance, rolling onto his back. “And here, I thought I was about to get morning sex.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” you told him, kissing his lips. “You can even do it in any position you like. You know, like that one where my leg is up-”

“Stop trying to turn me on!” he cried. “Otherwise, we won’t be leaving anytime soon. You will be pressed against his bed ad I will be fucking you all morning long.”

“Fine,” you pouted jokingly.

You forced him to get dressed, fixing his hair for him since he refused to brush it in his laziness. The man reluctantly allowed you to drag him out of the room and out of the hotel. The car was waiting when you got outside, taking you to the beach not far from the hotel.

“What are we doing here?” he asked when you arrived, pouting while you dragged him through the sand.

“You’ll see,” you laughed. “Now, do me a favor and close your eyes.”

“Are you about to murder me and set me adrift at sea so I get eaten by sharks?” he teased, doing as you said. You were more careful now leading him through the sand, both of his hands in yours.

“You’ve watched too many movies, Dylan,” you laughed. You stopped him after a short walk, only the sound of the water hitting the shore sounding around him. “Alright. On the count of three, open your eyes. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok. One, two… three.”

When he opened, he was met by a loud ‘SURPRISE!’ He blinked once, unsure if he was seeing things correctly. Standing before him was the whole Maze Runner cast and crew, Tyler Posey, his family and your family. They were all holding up blue and orange solo cups to represent his Mets, the decoir on the tables matching the theme. It was a breakfast feast with all of his favorite foods, with more ice chests of food for whatever lunch they were going to barbeque. Dylan figured the plan was a beach party, but he was flabbergasted at the people that were attending.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Happy birthday,” you told him, giving him a side hug. “I knew you’d want to see your family too, so I convinced them to come visit too.”

“You…” he started, tearing up. He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “You are a true angel. I know I say that all the time, but you really are. You are the best girlfriend a guy could ask for. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Now, go greet your guests!” you told him, smacking his butt to make him go.

Dylan gave everyone giant hugs, thanking them for coming. He was glad to see everyone, even your family that he was surprised made the effort to travel half the work just for him. They were family to him, having welcomed him with open arms when you both started dating. But to see that they cared enough to fly to South Africa for his birthday made his heart flutter.

Your dad gave Dylan a firm handshake, pulling him into a hug just so he could whisper into his ear, “Have you decided when yet?”

“Not yet,” Dylan mumbled.

“Do you have it on you?” your dad asked. Dylan nodded. “So, go do it.”

“But-”

“Go. It’s the right time,” your dad told him.

Patrick O’Brien slid over, wrapping an arm around his son. “I agree. This is the best time, son. If you don’t get her now, you will regret it, I promise.”

“Are you sure it’s not too soon?” Dylan asked, messing with his fingers.

“She loves you,” you dad said.

“And you love her,” his dad continued.

“Alright,” Dylan let out. He pulled out his wallet, finding the item he kept safely wrapped for safety. He stumbled towards you, taking your hand. You had been in mid conversation with Rosa and Kaya, turning to see the honey eyes of your lover. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course,” you said, the girls getting the hint and heading back to the group. Everyone seemed to quiet down, watching what was about to happen. It added to Dylan’s anxiety, but he cleared his throat to start.

“I know it’s not my birthday anymore, but I have one final birthday wish this year, Y/N,” he said, licking his dry lips. You watched him with wondering eyes, not stopping him. Slowly, he revealed the ring he kept on him always held between two fingers. It was a simple silver band, one large diamond in the center and four smaller diamonds lining the twisted bands. You gaped at it, tears filling your eyes. “I know I’ve been holding off, but I know one thousand percent this is the right thing to do and the right time to ask. My wish is that you will be my wife. My wish is that you will say yes right here and now when I ask you to marry me, to make me the happiest and most fulfilled man in existence. I wish that you will spend the rest of your life with me, have a family with me and let me love you unconditionally for all eternity.”

“Dylan…”

“Will you grant my final birthday wish, Y/N?”

Everyone seemed to lean forward, anticipating your response. It was like the spotlight was on you, waiting for you to reply. Dylan stared at you, biting at his lip, the hand holding the ring beginning to tremble. Dylan was scared he would drop it and embarrass himself. But, your answer came before he had to worry.

“I told you already that when you asked, I could guarantee the answer. So, the answer is obviously yes. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. I will grant your wish, Dylan O’Brien, and I will be your wife. I want nothing more than to marry you, have a family with you, and live every day with you by my side for the rest of my life.”

“Really?” he asked lowly. You laughed, nodding.

“Yes, Dyl. I will marry you.”

“Say it again,” he hummed, pulling you closer with one arm. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Oh my God. I want to marry you, Dylan O’Brien!” you screamed.

He lifted you off the ground, hugging you close as he spun in circles, both of you laughing. Everyone around you clapped and cheered, a few whistling in approval. When your feet hit the sand again, Dylan slid the ring onto your finger, kissing it before cupping your face and kissing you. You could feel his smile, your arms weaving around his neck to hug him close.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because,” he mused, tucking your hair back. “Now I know that wishes really do come true.”

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Christmas Miracle, pt. 1 - Dylan O’Brien

Description: When money falls short, Dylan will do anything to get Y/N to not spend the holidays by herself. Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Title: Consider this your lucky day Word count: 1905

A/N: I had hoped to get into the Christmas spirit by writing a three-shot-Christmas-centered Dylan. Sadly, didn’t work. But hey, at least I wrote! Happy holidays everyone.

PART 2

So I saw this post of @mf-despair-queen and @minhosmeanhoe about Holi-Dyl’s week and even though I was planning on posting this (three-part) Dylan shot, I’ve added the tag/them it’s such a nice idea!! There should be a little more love in the world and even though I’m fairly new, from what I’ve seen of this family, it’s something I’d gladly be a part of. Happy reading!

“Thank you. Happy holidays!” I smile at the young couple as I collect their check and a not-so-generous tip, my smile immediately faltering as soon as I hear the bell chime, indicating their departure. A sigh leaves my lips, my hand roughly running along my face as I walk back up to the register. I see the pitiful look my coworker throws me, but I try to ignore it to my best abilities as I hear the door bell chime through the small café once more.

“I need a damn Christmas miracle over here.” I sigh, dropping my pen onto the countertop as I lean against it, tilting my head back and staring up at the plentiful sparkling lights that decorate the bar. “Well then, consider this your lucky day.” His voice is raspy but playful, and even before I turn around I know the smirk that graces his lips.

My head whips around and I smile at my best friend, his upper body leaning against the counter as he grins brightly in my direction. I skip over to him, throwing my arms around his neck and hauling his face against my chest, chuckling when a loud grunt of protest leaves his lips. “Dylan! What are you doing here?”

I let go of him and he drops back into his bar seat, lifting his Mets cap off his head and running his fingers through his unruly mess of hair. I slide a freshly tapped beer his way, his eyes twinkling underneath the low Christmas lights above his head as he nods at me as a silent thank you. “Got off work early, thought I’d come in and check on my lovely lady friend.”

A snort leaves me before I can think twice, wiping my hands on a nearby towel, my eyes never leaving Dylan. I had met the culprit somewhere in the middle of the Teen Wolf days when he, as dorky as he can get, ran me over and send me reeling into a puddle of water, drenching me from head to toe.

It was the beginning of a friendship I never knew that I had missed as long as I had lived, although I would never change any of the course of events. Dylan turned out to be one of my best friends, my confidant, sort of like an older brother, and worst of all – my crush. I would never act upon any feeling that would crawl onto my skin whenever Dylan was near, mainly for the reason of not wanting to jeopardize this friendship.

And it didn’t matter. I wasn’t miserable hiding these feelings from him – au contraire. I somehow was glad that I could keep this one little secret from him – because anything else would be on the table as soon as Dylan would squint at me.

I shake my head as I drop the towel again, licking along my lipstick-clad lips as I roll my eyes. “And why are you really here?”

A groan leaves Dylan’s lips, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, before he lifts his beer to his lips to take a generous sip. His tongue drags along his bottom lips, collecting the foam that had collected there. My eyes snap from his pink lips to his eyes when I hear his voice again. “Can’t I be a gentleman?”

I shrug my shoulders, suppressing the grin that wants to break through as Dylan’s pout. “You probably can. Just not to me. Hey!” I exclaim loudly when his large hand swats in my direction and I’m just quick enough to avoid getting smacked across the chest by Dylan.

I walk around the counter, ready to clean the mess the young couple had left right before Dylan walked in, my fingers coursing through my unruly locks of hair. I had cursed myself on multiple occasions not bringing a hair tie. I only had a few hours left of my shift but during the lunch rush hour, I got sweaty and now I am awfully aware about the way my hair stick in every possible direction because of my sweaty hands and nervous habits.

Just as I pass Dylan, cleaning cloth in hand, his hand around my wrist stops me from walking past him, his unoccupied hand holding out a hair tie toward me. “You look great.” My heart warms as soon as the words leave his lips, my cheeks heating up to a rosy pink as I press my lips together. My eyes meet his whiskey-colored ones and I take a moment to mesmerize how more beautiful all these fairy lights make him.

“Seriously, are you here to tell me you ran over my dog? Because it’s starting to feel like it.” I wriggle my wrist in his embrace, his fingertips gliding along my skin to grasp my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. Sparks shoot up my arm, along my spine and I shiver visibly, casting my gaze from his to our hands. I’m pulled out of my own head again though when Dylan speaks up once again.

“You don’t even own a dog! And can’t you take a compliment when given? Damn girl.” I take a step closer to him, his hand falling limply against mine, but I still rest it there. My other hand comes up and fixes the hemline of his navy-blue shirt, smiling up at him as my thigh bumps against his knee.

“Well then, you don’t look to shabby yourself. But you already knew that. I have a thing for you, uh, looking like that!” My hand waves over his outfit, both our gazes following the movement as a chuckle passes my best friend. Dylan looked sharp in whatever he decided to wear or what wardrobe would put him in, but my favorite would always be this. Sweatpants, a simple shirt and his Mets cap. It screamed that he was at ease with whatever he was doing, and I couldn’t contain the butterflies that swerved in my stomach whenever I saw him smile at me.

“Maybe that’s why I do it.” He wiggles his eyebrows as his lips curl into a bright smile and I can’t help but chuckle while shaking my head. “Such a tease.” “Now, seriously, why I’m here…” Dylan starts off as he drops my hand from his larger one, my eyes widening as I slap his thick thigh, the loud smack resonating through the otherwise empty café. “I knew it! What’s up?”

His hand covers mine again and force me to keep them resting on his thighs, my upper body leaning closer to him as I wait for him to speak. Involuntarily, my grip tightens, and I feel his pants shift underneath my hands from the pressure, his own hands, covering mine, rubbing gently to calm my aching nerves.

“Tpose wants to celebrate New Year’s together. I was coming around to see if you’d be up for it.” A sigh of relief leaves my lips and I almost want to smack the stupid grin off Dylan’s face, but refrain myself the last moment. Tyler Posey was Dylan’s best friend and he was hilarious, but I had a feeling he knew how I felt toward Dylan. “Of course. I like Tyler, you know that.”

“Maybe you had other plans and didn’t want to celebrate the New Year with a bunch of dorks.” His hands leave mine and I take a step back, shaking my head as I swat the dampened cloth at his chest. “I would be honored to celebrate it with my dorks, Dyl.” I emphasize my words by patting his jaw a few times, turning away and starting to clean the table in the back.

It’s quiet for a few minutes before Dylan speaks again. “I have to go, though. Am I still seeing you tomorrow?” I hum as an affirmative answer, sliding the dirty dishes in the lift to take them to the kitchen, turning back on my heel toward the register. I don’t look at him as I take his bill, but as soon as I want to put it away my eyes widen in shock.

“Dylan, your drink is $4. Are you really trying to pay me with a hundred bill?” I slap the green paper back onto the counter, glare set in his direction with the littlest shakes of my head. Dylan immediately pouts at me, sliding the note back toward me. “Can’t I tip you?”

My eyes widen as I forcefully shove the hundred-dollar bill back towards him. It wasn’t the first time he was trying to hand me money – although this time he at least tried to be subtler about it. “Hell, no. Are you insane? You are not paying for my flight home, Dyl. I cannot stress this enough.” I sigh the end of my sentence, squeezing my eyes closed as my fingers pinch the bridge of my nose at my upcoming headache. As soon as I had mentioned I was taking extra shifts in hopes of paying for a flight back around the holidays, Dylan had been pestering me.

If he wasn’t trying to persuade me in letting him buy me said plane ticket home, he was trying to convince me to give up my flat and move in with him – to save some money. Although having a continuous sleepover with Dylan sounds like a lot of fun, I needed my space and me-time, and having to consort back to a roommate was something I would never consider doing.

I thought he had given up, but apparently Dylan still had some tricks up his sleeve. “Then, …” he starts off, nervously scratching the scruff that covers his jaw and chin, while averting his gaze from mine, “come with me.” I cock an eyebrow in his direction, pursing my lips as my fingernails create a rhythm along the counter with my own nervous tapping. “Celebrate Christmas with me.”

I contemplate my words, racking my brain to let him down as sweetly as possible without him nagging at me for this until the end of the week. I loved Dylan’s family and I wanted to believe it was reciprocated, but crashing a Christmas party wasn’t the same as coming over for the weekend because of a birthday of sorts. The fear of being unwelcome was a bit too fierce.

“Don’t even try.” Dylan warns me, his finger accusingly pointing in my direction. “I won’t let you stay here alone and wallow in your self-pity. This – This isn’t even a question, it’s a demand. You’re coming with me. I leave on Saturday, and you better have packed a bag for a few days, Y/N.” A small smile crawls onto my lips as I avert his fierce gaze, fumbling with my fingertips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” He leans over, dropping a five-dollar bill in front of me and pressing his lips firmly against my cheek, his nose squishing at the impact. Without a second thought, my hand lifts and I cup his jaw, eyelids fluttering as he already retracts. “’Morrow, Dyl.”

I watch him skip out of the bar and wave at me through the frost-tinted glass, disappearing from sight and down the sidewalk. I take a deep breath, shaking my head and almost scream when I see my coworker standing behind me. “That seems like you’ve gotten your Christmas miracle, Y/N.”

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stilinski-stydia-obrien · 7 years

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Worth Saving II Mitch Rapp Part 1

Word Count: 3975

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a car accident (i think that’s all sorry if I've missed anything)

A/N Okay so I started this fic for Mitch Week but it took me ages to write as I didn't want to rush it or skip past parts so I have decided to do multiple parts. So this is my Mitch Week fic @stilinski-jpeg and @minhosmeanhoe I hope you enjoy it. Plus huge thanks to @mf-despair-queen for helping me come up with the idea for it. And @maddie110201 for telling me it's not shit and to keep going with it.

P.s I'm shit at grammar so apologies for any mistakes :)

So again enjoy !!!

You knew your dad was tired. You had been driving for over 6 hours, and you knew he wouldn’t take a break as he was far too stubborn to pull over. You only had an hour left to drive but it was getting later. You were driving back from your aunt's house but had left a little too late. You should have stayed another night and drove home in the morning. But your dad insisted you left tonight. You felt your eyes start to droop as you rested your head against the window frame. It had been a long day and all you wanted to do was crawl into your warm bed and sleep. You had drifted off for a few minutes but you were awoken with a jolt as you felt the car start to sway.

After that everything happened so fast your car had slammed into the side of another vehicle. The car bounced off the other vehicle and sent you spiraling down a banking. You struggled to open your eyes as you felt a warm liquid trickle down your face. You were upside down. You clambered to unclip the seat belt but it wouldn't budge. Your breathing started getting faster and you started to panic. Your head feeling like it was spinning as a wave of dizziness overtook you. You tried once more to unclick the seat belt. A shooting pain running through your body as you slammed against the roof. You groaned trying to look at your dad but he wasn't in the car. You could hear the sirens ringing in the distance as you let out a high pitched scream that turned to loud sobs. You were so scared. Where was your dad? Was he okay? Were you okay? What happened with the other car? Your mind had gone into overdrive and you were in excruciating pain all over. That's when it all went black.

Your eyes blinked again a body hanging over you. “You're going to be alright sweetheart, can you tell me your name”

“Y/N” you struggled out.

“Good. Okay Y/N I’m Shannon I'm a paramedic and I'm gonna get you the help you need okay?”

You nodded to her as the darkness once again consumed you.

The next thing you could remember was waking up in the hospital. Your arms were all connected to wires and tubes and your body ached all over. You tried calling for the nurse but your voice was too weak and all you could do was lie there. A nurse had walked into your room a couple of minutes after. Seeing that your eyes were open she did her daily checks and asked if you were alright. She then told you that the doctor would be in to see you shortly. 10 minutes later the doctor arrived.

“Good morning Y/N, how are you feeling?” she asked politely.

“Sore" you grumbled.

“Okay Y/N well I'm Dr. Kingston I've been looking after you here. What is the last thing you remember”

“ehm …” you croaked as you cleared your throat.

"My dad and I were on our way home from my aunt's house. I was tired so I took a nap. I remember being woken as the car was swaying and that's when we got the other car. Next thing I know I'm waking up in here and talking to you.” you had a quick look around realizing you haven't seen your dad since you had awakened. The doctor looked at you knowingly as if she knew exactly what you were going to ask.

“Dr. Kingston where is my dad” She looked at you solemnly.

“Y/N the accident you were in was really bad. You've been here in the ICU with us for 6 weeks. You had serious head injuries as well as a cracked rib that had punctured your lung. The doctors did everything they could and it looks like you are recovering well. You will be sore still for another few weeks and we are going to keep you in another couple of days for observations. However, since you are awake and talking there are a few people that would like to talk to you.”

“People like who Dr? And why aren't you telling me where my dad is" You were starting to get annoyed. Why wouldn't they tell you where he was?

Another hour had passed by and still, no one had approached your room. Hundreds of questions racing through your mind. You were beginning to lose hope of ever getting any answers when a tall blonde woman and a police officer stepped into your room. Your nurse trailing behind.

“Y/N these are the people that would like to ask you a few questions okay? This is Dr. Elliot” she said as she gestured to the blonde woman. “And this is Sergeant Scott” she gestured to the police officer that took a step closer to your bed.

You had been in the ICU for 6 weeks before you had woken up. You had to stay in an extra few weeks after for observations and for all the paperwork to go through. The accident had killed your dad as the collision had sent him flying through the windscreen. You were fourteen and your mother had died in childbirth so your dad was all you had. Now you had no one. The woman you spoke to on the first day you woke up was from social services. She was there to tell you that you were being placed into foster care until you reached the legal age to leave. The people in the other vehicle did not make it either. You were the only survivor and that made you feel like shit. You know you couldn’t have helped it you weren’t driving but you could have made your dad pull over to rest. That’s what had caused the accident, he had fallen asleep at the wheel. You felt so guilty and it had been made even worse when you found out that the people that had died had a son around your age.

You stared out the window as the car pulled up in front of a big modern styled boarding house. You sighed, this was going to be your home from now until you turned 18. Four years, you only had to wait four years and then you could leave. You grabbed your stuff out of the boot of the car, you didn't have very much so your suitcase wasn't big. You were left some money by your dad so you thought you'd buy some more stuff when you got there. You climbed the steps to the front door of the house with Janet, the foster carer, by your side. As soon as you were in the hallway Janet screeched your arrival to the other children. She introduced you to all the other children. Your eyes instantly locking onto a boy that looked around your age standing in the corner. He had dark soft looking hair and whiskey colored eyes and moles spattered across his pale face. You were snapped out of your daze as Janet called him over.

“Y/N this is Mitch he's only been here a few weeks. He lost his parents in a car crash too.” You looked up at him with sad eyes.

“Hi”

“Hello” he replied. He looked almost like you felt. Devastated.

You quickly became friends bonding over the loss you had both experienced. You hung out almost every day and spent all your free time together. Most nights you would sneak into each other's rooms either you reading to him or just cuddling up together. He would stay with you and save you from the nightmares you would have about the crash. You were lying on your bed reading the next chapter of your book when a light rapping noise sounded on your door.

“Come in”

“Hey Y/N/N I brought your movies back. The Notebook sucks by the way” Mitch laughed as he popped his head round the door. He threw the DVD cases onto your desk as he jamp onto your bed.

“Whatcha reading?” he asked grabbing the book from your hand flipping the pages to read the front cover.

“Hmm, The Maze Runner. I've never read it. Maybe you could read it to me one day?”

“I could read it to you now if you want” you smiled as you looked up to him.

“I'd love that” he pulled himself up on the bed and laid his head on your stomach. You flicked the pages back to the very start and began reading the first chapter to him.

“He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. Metal ground against metal; a lurching shudder shook the floor beneath him. He fell down at the sudden movement and shuffled backward on his hands and feet, drops of sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool air. His back struck a hard metal wall; he slid along it until he hit the corner of the room. Sinking to the floor, he pulled his legs up tight against his body, hoping his eyes would soon adjust to the darkness.”

You had managed to read 4 chapters before you realized Mitch had fallen asleep on you. You contemplated waking him up but he looked so peaceful. You folded the page over on the part you were on and placed the book on your nightstand. Turning the bedside lamp off and closing your eyes. You fell into a deep slumber with Mitch resting up against you.

You were in your dad's car driving along a busy highway. Your eyes tired and unfocused. You blinked and looked towards the driver's side of the car seeing your dad with cuts and scratches on his face, blood dripping from the wounds.

“Dad??” You whimpered.

The car lunged forward your dad flying through the windscreen.

“DAD!!!” you screamed. The car started to roll and you were bashed off of every part of the car. Your entire body ached as you dragged yourself out of the car.

“HELP!!” you screamed again but no one stopped or replied. The road was empty other than the car you had hit. Everything was dead silent. Fear taking over your body. You blinked again 3 people now standing in front of you. Your dad and another couple just staring at you. They all looked severely hurt blood dripping from every injury.

“this is all your fault!” The man said as he pointed his finger at you.

“You did this. You're the reason we're all dead” your dad yelled as he took a step closer to you. He had backed you up against the car fear racing through your veins.

“You did this” your dad shouted again.

“no” you cried

“No this wasn't me” the sobs racked through your body shaking you completely.

“Y/N…..Y/N You're alright, it's alright I'm here.” Mitch cooed as he pulled you into his chest. You were sobbing loudly now clinging onto his shirt. His hand smoothed over your back rubbing circles trying to calm you down. He whispered soothing things to you until you had finally caught your breath and had stopped crying.

“You're alright” he cooed once more as he lifted your chin to look at him.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” he asked continuing to rub circles on your back.

“Not right now… please, can you just hold me” you sniffed pulling yourself back into his embrace.

“Of course Y/N/N”

You lay there the rest of the night just curled into Mitch’s chest listening to his shallow breaths and watching his chest rise and fall.

As the sun rose the next morning you felt the weight of not having much sleep hanging on your shoulders. Your head felt heavy and your eyes hurt. You didn't know if that was the lack of sleep or the amount of crying you had done. You pulled yourself out of bed careful not to wake Mitch. You slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower before you got dressed for the day. After you were showered and dressed you quietly stepped back into your room finding Mitch lying awake on your bed.

“Morning” he smiled as he sat up to look at you.

“Morning Mitch” you smiled back as you placed your towel onto your drying rack.

You walked over to him and perched on your side of the bed. His arm reached over to stroke your arm soothingly.

“You ready to talk about it" he asked softly trying not to pressure you into telling him.

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head.

“It was my dad” you said as you looked towards the floor. You could already feel the tears brimming in your eyes. It had been 3 years since the accident but every nightmare you had dragged you straight back to that night. It always made you feel like it had only just happened. Mitch was always there for you. You could never tell him the full story it always hurt you too much. You hated the fact your dad had caused someone else's death.

“He blamed me… he was stood there with the people he hit and they all blamed me. I could have stopped it, Mitch. I could have saved them. Saved him.” You couldn't hold it back anymore and again like always you broke down. You couldn't tell Mitch that your dad had fallen asleep and it was his fault that 3 people had died. It was your fault you should have made your dad stop. It always hung over you that you could have prevented it all. As you broke down Mitch instantly wrapped his arms around you.

“I'm so sorry Y/N" he sighed.

“This isn't your fault”

After that night 3 other occasions occurred where you had this very same nightmare and you ended up the same way every time. Curled into Mitch's arms him asking if you wanted to talk about it, you breaking down even more. At that point, Mitch had stopped asking and just comforted you instead. You wanted to confide in him. To tell your best friend, your crush, maybe even your soul mate what had happened and what was going on but you couldn't stop yourself from breaking down every single time.

You lay on the patio swing head in Mitch’s lap as you read another chapter of The Maze Runner to yourself. It was a sunny day so you were just relaxing out in the garden. Mitch was sat slouched with his head resting against the back of the swing his arm resting on you. His eyes closed as the sun beamed down on him. At this point, you were so content just lying there in silence. You looked up from your book every so often just to stare at your beautiful best friend. He peeked his eyes open a little catching you staring. He opened his eyes full and smiled down at you. He held your gaze like you were the only person in the world. So you sat up on your elbows to get a better look at him.

“What?” you giggled.

He didn't reply he just leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. The kiss had so much passion and love. He truly cared for you the way you did for him. Your heart was thumping against your chest as he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

“sorry Y/N, I've just wanted to do that for so long”

You smiled at him and curled back into his lap.

“Me too” you whispered. You saw the grin spread on his lips.

A few more moments of silence passed as you just lay with each other.

“Y/N you know I'm leaving right?” Mitch said breaking the silence that had engulfed you.

“ I turn 18 next week so no longer need to be here. I wish you could come with me. I don't want to go anywhere without you.”

You sighed sitting up completely. You knew you were gonna have to have this talk eventually.

“I know Mitch but I turn 18 in a month and when that happens you won't have to be without me.” You smiled at him resting your hand on his cheek. You pulled him in for a quick kiss leaning your head on his shoulder once you had pulled away.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

The rest of the week had gone by so quickly and you were dreading waking up to have to say goodbye to Mitch. Your eyes fluttered open as you hand searched across the cold sheets looking for a warm body. When they couldn't find him your eyes shot open and you had sat bolt upright. Mitch had never left the bed before you had woken up. Panic soared through you. Did he not want to say goodbye. Did he just leave so he wouldn't have to endure the heartbreak of leaving? You could feel tears start to well up in your eyes as Mitch burst through your bedroom door.

“Oh good you're awake I have something to tell you.” He smiled as he jumped back into bed wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in tight. You sighed a little in relief glad you would have a chance to say goodbye to him. The thought of that made you feel sick to your stomach. But you brushed it off at looked to Mitch to get him to continue what he had to say.

“I spoke to Janet and she has agreed to let me stay here until you turn 18 so we can leave together” you squealed before he even had the chance to finish. You were so happy. You started to place sloppy kisses all over Mitch's face.

“Oh, Mitch I am so happy. I'm so glad we'll be able to leave together.” That night you spent it together watching movies and eating junk just to celebrate. You had never been happier.

Your birthday was edging closer and your trust in Mitch had grown so strong. You decided that now was the time to tell him everything. To finally get this heartbreak off you chest so he could help heal you from it. You had asked him to meet you outside on the garden swing. You sat waiting for him legs swinging as you grew more and more nervous. You were so caught up in nerves you didn’t even notice Mitch sit down until he placed his hand on top of yours.

“Y/N are you alright”

“Yeah, Mitch I'm fine… it’s just” you stuttered the nerves taking over.

“What’s wrong?” Mitch asked concern lacing his face.

“My dad fell asleep at the wheel” you blurted out.

“What?” Mitch looked even more confused. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and began to rub up and down to try to comfort you.

“The night of the accident…. we were driving along the highway just before the Route 6 junction. My dad was tired, we had been driving for hours. I thought about asking him to pull over but I knew he would be stubborn. So I just left him. He ended up falling asleep at the wheel and crashing side on into another car….. Mitch the couple in the car had a son he wasn’t in the car but they both died. My dad killed two people Mitch and it was all my fault” You had fallen completely to piece telling this to Mitch. His arm was still around you but his movements had halted. You looked up at him scared to see his reaction. He just stared blankly off into the space in front of him tears welling in his eyes. You were really sobbing now his arm lifting slowly off of you. You had made a mistake you shouldn’t have told him. He had stood up at looked towards you.

“When was this? What date?” He asked quietly as he looked anywhere but at you.

“Why what does it matter Mitch. My dad killed someone and I could have stopped it.”

You could see the anger boiling on his face and you couldn’t understand why.

“Why! Why does it matter Y/N? Hmm because your dad killed my parents that’s why!” He shouted, scaring you as he had never so much as raised his voice at you.

“I should have known, you coming here not long after I did, your dad killed in a car accident too. Fuck! I should have known this was all your fault!!” He screamed the last part at you before he stormed away from you. His words hit you like a tonne of bricks more tears pouring from your face. You ran from the garden seat straight up to your room slamming the door in the process. All you could do was cry. You had lost everything your world had just come crumbling down and you could do nothing about it. All night you spend crying and crying until you couldn’t cry anymore. You lay on your bed eyes aching as they slowly began to shut exhaustion taking over you.

“Dad??” You whimpered.

The car lunged forward your dad flying through the windscreen.

“DAD!!!” you screamed. The car started to roll and you were bashed off of every part of the car. Your entire body ached as you dragged yourself out of the car.

“HELP!!” you screamed again but no one stopped or replied. The road was empty other than the car you had hit. Everything was dead silent. Fear taking over your body. This time there wasn’t just 3 people standing in front of you there was 4. Your dad, Mitch’s parents and Mitch. He looked at you with such disgust the same hurl of abuse came from your dad and from the couple but you couldn’t take your eyes off Mitch. He walked towards you slowly him being the one to pin you up against the car. You were sobbing “Mitch I'm so sorry please believe me I am so sorry” but he didn’t listen to a word you said instead he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear “This is all your fault! You should have died in that accident too.”

His words ripped you apart as he backed up and walked away from you. “No!” you screamed. “Mitch please.”

You sat bolt upright sobs racking your body. This nightmare was the worse one you had. The words Mitch had whispered to you stuck in your mind like a bad song. You needed his comfort, for him to tell you everything was going to be alright. But he hated you he blamed you for everything. You had walked through to your bathroom to grab a glass of water hoping it would calm you down and to stop the sobs from escaping you. You took the glass from the counter your hands shaking violently. You cried harder seeing your reflection in the mirror you couldn’t even look at yourself as all you saw was a disappointment. The glass slipped from your hand smashing against the cold tiles. You lay your body down on the cold floor more sobs wracking through you. You were such a mess everything good in your life had just been torn from you. Your eyes slowly closed leaving you to sleep on the cold tear stained tiles of your bathroom floor.

Again there will be more parts you just have to be patient with me :)

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rememberstilinski · 7 years

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now or never || dylan o’brien au

word count: 11,502

warnings: cursing, fluff, and soul crushing angst (y’all can thank soph @sincerelystiles for that one)

author’s note: this is a 50′s era au and it is so long and i am genuinely so proud of this! thank you to my girls @sarcasticallystilinski @dumbass-stilinski @sincerelystiles @mf-despair-queen @sabrinas-wolves @thelittlestkitsune @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles and @minhosmeanhoe for letting me constantly tease them with sneak peeks! enjoy! :)

paring: dylan o’brien / reader

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“Two households, both alike in dignity.

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene.

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”

“You know, Cody. This is one of the many reasons why you and I will never, ever be together!” Y/N spat, her words rolled in venom. Her eyebrows scrunched angrily causing Cody to just laugh.

What Y/N often called a sorry excuse for a man smirked. “Sure thing, princess. You'll be back.” He waved her off, walking somewhere else in the diner. She watched him walk off and plop down in a seat with multiple girls surrounding him, pining over him. He sure did seem to be enjoying himself. The cocky look planted on his scruffy face, only made her angrier.

She couldn't have cared less about the girls he was dating, or who he was with because she didn't love Cody. She didn't even care about the ‘rule’ of their gang. The leaders of Omega were supposed to be a boy and girl and they were also meant to be together, but being with Cody just made her insides twist and not in a good way. For one, he was extremely cocky, obnoxious, and just plain terrible. How she ended up in this gang alongside him would forever be a mystery to her.

Turning on her heel, she spun to walk back over to her strawberry blonde friend, Holland, and sat in the seat next to her. “This is why I consider leaving, Holl. You're the only one keeping me here at this point.” She huffed, arms crossing over her chest and leaning back against the chair with her legs crossed in a ladylike fashion.

Holland sighed. “Y/N, you know how he is, he'll apologize and grovel at your feet for forgiveness, just let him cool off.”

“No, Holl! I don't want to be with him, I don't see why that's everyone's biggest concern.” She pulled a tube of lipstick out of her black high waisted pants along with a compact. Whenever Y/N was frustrated or angry, she reapplied her lipstick and lately that was something she'd been doing a lot around Cody. Looking into the mirror, she ran the red stick over her bottom lip and then her top lip, rolling her lips and smoothing out the freshly applied makeup.

“You know what I want, Holland. I don't want to be with him, I want to be me.”

Holland set her palm over her best friend's hand comfortingly as she smiled softly. “I know and when you figure out whatever that is, I will be here to support you.” She pulled away and grabbed a five dollar bill from her purse.

“Go get us a couple milkshakes. And I will go choose some new music.” She handed her the money. Y/N nodded and they both stood up from their seats. Holland going towards the jukebox.

“Strawberry, right?”

“You know it!” Holland winked. Y/N giggled and turned around, her own body colliding with another. She immediately squeezed her eyes shut, ready for the impact, but before she could fall on her butt, a pair of arms caught her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open to be met with a pair of whiskey eyes that she could only ever imagine seeing in her dreams. She looked at the rest of his face. The brown hair on his head slicked back nicely, but she wondered what it would like if it was just a little messy or unstyled. His pink lips slightly parted. Moles and beauty marks scattered around his face, long eyelashes hitting his high cheekbones every time he blinked, but it was almost as if he stopped blinking.

The stranger pulled her back up, the palm of her hands against his chest as his hands were firmly pressed on her back. Their eyes still locked on each other's. One of his friends, some guy clad in a leather jacket with a mop of curly hair on his head cleared his throat, snapping them out of the spell they had one another under. She pulled away from the stranger slowly. “Sorry about that, love. I should've been looking where I was going.” The whiskey eyed boy smiled, his smile knee weakening.

“That was totally my fault. My apologies. Good thing I didn't have the milkshakes I was going to buy yet.” She bit her lip, trying to hide the smile that was desperately trying to make its way onto her face and shook her head.

The boy chuckled, the sound nearly music to her ears. “Don't hide that beautiful smile you got there.”

A blush heated her cheeks. For her this was all new. She was never nervous around guys. Usually, guys were at her feet, begging to take her out for the night in their in their cars as a way to impress her, but that's not what she cared about. She didn't care about what car a guy had or if he smoked cigarettes. It just didn't matter, she cared about personality. How smart he was, how funny he was, how kind he was.

Cody was none of those things.

“I'll, uh, I'll see you around.” She said softly. The guys behind the gorgeous stranger walked ahead of him to find a seat. Y/N walked around him, going to order the milkshakes. The stranger followed behind his friends, but his eyes stayed on the girl he'd just caught in his arms as she walked over to the counter.

A voice called from up ahead. “Hey, Dyl.” His attention went back to his friend, Tyler, to see him sitting in a booth, his arm resting on the table. Dylan adjusted the leather jacket he was wearing and took one last look at the girl before waking to the table and sitting next to Tyler and across from Daniel and Sprayberry. While the other three guys got into a conversation about this party they decided to crash and where the girls in their gang were at, Dylan kept his eyes on Y/N. He watched her walk back to her table with two milkshakes in hand, sitting next to her friend. He recognized her friend, but couldn't place where he'd seen her before.

Suddenly his eyes landed on one of the people he hated most in this world. Cody Christian, the primary leader of the Omegas. Dylan being the leader of the Alphas automatically made Cody Dylan’s number one enemy. He had heard there was a secondary leader of their rival gang, a girl, Cody’s girlfriend, but he'd only ever heard of her. His eyes followed Cody and saw him walking over to the girl he’d saved from falling angrily. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her up from her seat and began to say something but he couldn't make out what was being said.

Dylan sat forward, ready to beat him up if he so much as hurt her. He clenched his jaw, waiting for his queue to walk over there. The second he saw Cody pull his hand from her wrist and spotted a bruise, he stood up and stormed over to the girl’s table. He put his hand on the small of her back and stepped in front of her, face to face with Cody.

“What are you doing here, you rat?” Cody seethed.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing, but you used better language than I was going to. Leave her alone, Cody.”

“It's none of your business what happens to her, Dylan. What are you doing here anyway? This is my territory.” Cody crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“Maybe this territory shouldn't have such garbage on the premises. I mean, it's a quality establishment. Wouldn't want your presence ruining that, would we?” Dylan smirked. Y/N’s mouth parted in surprise at what the stranger she could now call Dylan had said to her gang’s leader. Someone finally had the courage to say what she'd been wanting to say all this time and it was amazing to hear him get a taste of his own medicine.

Cody scoffed looking behind Dylan and over to Y/N. “This is kind of pathetic. You need someone else to stand up for you. You really are a princess, aren't you?”

Dylan looked at Y/N, seeing her demeanor fall, but she picked herself back up right away. She grabbed a vanilla milkshake off her table and stepped towards Cody, Dylan scooting to the side, his hands in his pockets. At this point, everyone in the restaurant was looking at Dylan, Y/N, and Cody. The only sound was the kitchen workers and the music from the jukebox. “Trust me, I can stand up to you. And if anything. . .” She brought the tall milkshake glass over his head and dumped it upside down, the contents spilling over his hair and onto his body, some dropping onto the floor. “. . .I'm a queen, not a princess.”

She set the glass back down on the table. Dylan put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, but that didn't stop everyone in the restaurant from doing so. A chorus of laughs sounded from everyone who saw the scene. Grabbing her jacket, she put it over her shoulders, pulling her curled hair out from underneath the clothing. She smiled at Holland who had a smirk on her plump lips. “Bye, Cody.” She teased and stepped over the puddle of milkshake on the tile ground. Her tone of voice only made Cody angrier and it was quite possible that the ice cream was melting on his head.

Y/N got out of the restaurant as fast as she could, not wanting to deal with Cody while he was angry. Smirking, she realized what had just happened. She just threw a milkshake on to Cody, and it felt amazing. The clicking of her heels against the asphalt drowns out the calls behind her, but a hand placed itself on her shoulder, causing her to turn around. The whiskey eyed boy from earlier was standing in front of her with a smile.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

“Okay? I'm great!” She giggled. Dylan chuckled and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked alongside the girl of the diner.

“That was amazing! If only I had a camera to capture that moment.”

Y/N smiled at the boy and brought her right hand out of her jacket pocket, offering it for him to shake. “I'm Y/N.” He took her hand and shook it. The moment their hands touched, it was like a spark shocked the both of them. But it wasn't a spark that would cause either of them to pull away, in fact it made them both want to hold on longer. Neither of them knew what it was. Neither of them knew what the shock was or why it happened in the first place. However, they did know one thing. They were going to fall for each other. It seemed to be inevitable. Like the gods had painted their fate in the stars.

When their eyes met in the diner, when he caught her and saved her from falling to the hard floor, it was as if something shook. It felt like the earth beneath their feet shook and things were getting started. Their stars were aligned and their fate was falling into place. Dylan and Y/N didn't know if this was a love that would last, but it can be assured they'd always love each other

Dylan looked to his hand, the foreign shock still pulsing through his body. “Uh, I'm Dylan, but my friends call me Dyl.” He reluctantly pulled his hand away just as Y/N did. Clearing his throat, the two continued walking in the warm summer night.

“Hey, do you want to go somewhere?” He asked out of the blue after a few moments of walking in comfortable silence.

Dylan looked up at her to see her nodding her head in agreement. “Yeah, of course. Where to?”

“It's a surprise! ”

“If this is you asking me on a date, you could've just came right out and said something. I would've let you down easy.” She teased with a smirk.

Dylan laughed. “How do I know that you would say yes if I was being straightforward?” He raised an eyebrow.

Y/N smiled softly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Well, I guess if tonight goes well, you can just ask me out and I'll be straightforward with my answer?”

“Sounds like we have a deal.” He guided her towards his car. It wasn't in the best condition, but she could tell that he was looking to get it fixed. “Sorry, it's not looking its best. I just got her and I'm hoping to spend more time fixin’ her up this summer.” He told her as he patted the hood.

“Don't apologize. If anything that's pretty cool actually. You care enough to want to fix it up by yourself. I like that.” She opened the passenger side door and slid in, sitting next to Dylan in the leather seat. “So, where you taking me?”

“You'll see.” He smirked. “Like I said, it's a surprise!” Y/N crossed her arms and grinned at him.

“Take me away, Romeo.” She laughed as he started the car and drove down the street, taking many turns during their drive. As he drove, Y/N couldn't help but look at the boy sitting in the seat next to her. His face was silhouetted by the bright light of the moon, but she could make out the dark shadow of the beauty marks on his face. His slightly parted pink lips and the corners being tugged up by a natural resting smile. The thought of one person being so perfect was ridiculous. In her mind, there was no such thing as ‘true love’ or ‘love at first sight’ because in all honestly, they just seemed like cover up reasons for being shallow and falling in love with looks.

But here he was. The boy who had the capability of changing that belief in an instant. A total stranger to her, but with him it was different. She just couldn't place what had her thinking this way and it scared her, but thrilled her at the same time. It was a love that could be potentially beautiful, but dangerous in an exciting way.

“It's not nice to stare, you know.” Dylan chuckled looking from the road, his left hand gripping the steering wheel as his fingers gently held onto his chin.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but ignored his comment. “Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?”

Dylan pursed his lips as if he was thinking, but he already had an answer in his head. “Mm, no.”

“What?” She laughed. “For all I know, you could be taking me somewhere to kill me. I mean, pretty boys are usually the serial killers, just saying.” She held up her hands defensively.

“Aw, you think I'm pretty?” He said, faking his bashfulness and putting a hand over his heart affectionately.

“How are you not offended by the serial killer part?” She asked, smile still on her face. Dylan was very good company and in the half hour she's known him, she already preferred her time being spent with him as opposed to Cody.

“Don't get me wrong, that hurt. Deeply wounded in the soul, but you gotta look at the positive instead of the negative.”

“In that case, yes, I do think your pretty.”

Dylan grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, as he did so, she scooted closer his side. Liking their position. “You know, you're growing on me.”

“Because I think you're pretty?”

“No, I was just messing with you. You've got a good sense of humor, you're sassy, and not to mention, show stoppingly beautiful.”

Y/N blushed and kept quiet, looking out the windshield. The rest of the drive was silent, but there was some music playing softly throughout the car. Dylan finally pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car. Looking around, she automatically realized where he had brought her.

O’Brien Family Pool

“The swimming pool?” She asked a little confused as to why they were there of all places. He pulled the keys from the ignition and smiled as he looked at the gated pool.

Dylan nodded and opened the car door, getting out and Y/N followed after him. “Yeah, it'll be fun. Do you trust me?” He asked, offering his hand to her.

She glanced down to his hand and sighed, setting hers in his palm. “Strangely enough, I do.” He pulled her to the gate and used a pin to pick the lock. Once it was finally opened, he stepped aside and let her in first. It was an outdoor pool and every light except for the underwater ones were turned off. The water was completely still because it hadn't been touched in a couple hours.

“We don't have any swimming suits, Dyl.”

All he did was smirk and shrug off his leather jacket and kick off his black converse. “Then we go in our clothes.” Y/N smiled and took off her jacket and black heels. She walked to the edge and bent down, putting her hands in the water but immediately retracting them because of the coldness.

“It's cold.” She told him, chuckling and standing up. The light from underneath the water made her eyes glisten, but her smile seemed to make them brighter.

“Oh, come on. It can't be that bad.” He shrugged.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine, you go in.”

“Not without you, baby.” Dylan said, winking at her. He walked toward her, standing near the edge of the pool.

“Maybe you just need a little push.” Her hand went to his shoulder pushing him into the water, but taking her by surprise, he grabbed her hand as he stumbled back and he pulled her into the water along with him. She let out a startled scream as their bodies hit the water and went under. The two of them sunk to the bottom and she opened her eyes, looking at him and he was looking back at her. There were water bubbles around his nostrils and his slicked back hair was all messed up now.

Y/N’s beautiful eyes were squinted due to the water, a smile gracing her features as she looked at Dylan. Her hair floating around underneath the water and the lights shining through the strands. They swam up to the surface and wiped their eyes of the chlorine water when they broke through.

“What the hell was that?!” She asked, laughing.

Dylan smiled and his eyes gazed at her face. He'd seen her smile so many times in the night they've spent together and he could safely say that it was slowly becoming his favorite thing to see. He swam closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. “We’re here to swim and we kind of have to do that in a pool, darling.”

Y/N laced her hands together behind his neck and bit her lip, feet coming off the ground and her legs going around his waist. “It's kind of cold though.” He leaned in, his nose bumping into hers. Their breaths mingling before their lips finally attached. Eyes fluttering closed at the touch. The shocks from earlier were more powerful this time. It felt like there was actual electricity. This only spurred on their actions, they could feel their hearts racing because of the euphoric feeling they were feeling in this moment. His fingers hooked underneath her chin, deepening the kiss. He drew a small line on her lip with his tongue, asking for entrance and she allowed, moaning when his tongue ran over hers.

She pulled away and opened her eyes. Swimming backwards, she decided to tease him and make him follow her. He did as she predicted and swam over to her. He was close enough to kiss her again, but she pulled back just a little bit and he kissed her top lip and then both her lips. She put her hands in his cheeks, smiling as their lips caressed each other repeatedly.

“Your lips still taste like that milkshake from earlier.” Dylan mumbled against her mouth and she chuckled, the vibrations going over his lips. “It's sweet and tastes good.”

Before she could say anything back, they heard footsteps from outside the gate. He pulled away and looked at her, his light brown eyes widened in panic. “Go underwater, I'll stall whoever it is.”

She did as he said and took a deep breath before going under the water. While she was under, she could hear muffled voices. Dylan's and some other person that she didn't recognize. The voices were gone after a few seconds because the conversation was quick and he tapped her shoulder as a signal to come back up.

“Did you get in trouble?” She asked immediately.

He laughed and shook his head, placing his lips back on hers. “No, I just told John I dropped my house key in the pool and I needed to get it back.”

She put her palm on his chest to stop him from kissing her again so she could speak. “You know him?”

“Well, duh. This is my family's pool.” He shrugged.

Y/N gasped as she realized who he was. “Your name is Dylan O’Brien?” She questioned, voice shaking.

His eyebrows furrowed at her tone of voice but he nodded anyway. “Why is that a bad thing?” He cupped her cheek, thumb running over her bottom lip.

She rolled her lips between her teeth and her face fell. Nodding, her eyes began to water. “Yeah, Dyl. That's a bad thing.” She pulled away from him and swam towards the edge of the pool where the steps were. She got out of the pool and squeezed her hair of the water.

“What? Why? Did I do something?” He came out after her. His white t-shirt stuck to his chest and his happy trail was visible through the material. If she wasn't in this situation, she would've said something about it or took her time to admire it.

“No, you're amazing.” She mumbled, eyes falling to her bare feet and staring at her red toenails. He walked over to her and lifted her chin so she was looking him in eyes. “You're perfect.”

“Then what's so bad about who I am?” He asked softly.

“Dylan, do you know who I am?” She looked up at him.

He shook his head. “Am I supposed to?”

“I'm your rival. Your sworn enemy. I'm an Omega gang member.”

He looked taken back and he took his hand away from her as stepped backwards. “Y-you're the girl that's with Cody? You're Cody’s girlfriend?” He said angrily.

“No! No, trust me! I am not Cody's girlfriend and I never will be.” She rushed over to him and cupped his cheek. “But I am on the other side. We can't be together.”

Dylan sighed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “Let me take you home.” He mumbled into her hair. She nodded and wrapped her arms tighter around his torso.

Later that night, his car was sitting in her driveway. The both of them in complete silence. On the drive to her house, they didn't sit as close as they did earlier. They sat as far away as possible from each other. An uncomfortable, itchy blanket of silence laid over the two of them and they didn't know what to say. He turned off the engine and sat back in his seat, hands on his lap as he played with his fingers. Y/N looked at her house. All the lights were turned off and she assumed her whole family was asleep.

“Dylan?” She mumbled softly, looking over at him. He looked to her, his face dropped in sadness. “I did have a great time tonight. You should know that.”

“Yeah, I did, too. It was a, uh, great start to my summer.” He nodded. “With a great girl.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, silently thanking him for all he'd done for her in the time they spent together. With one last glance at the boy she could feel herself beginning to fall for, she got out of the car and waved goodbye before walking to her front door.

Dylan sat in his seat for a few seconds wondering if he should go after her. He watched her walk away and realized that a stupid rival wasn't what was going to keep him from this wonderful girl. He opened the car door and ran after her. “Y/N?” She turned around and looked at him as she walked up the front steps. He got to her and pulled her in, placing his lips on hers gently, tongue immediately finding its way into her mouth.

“We-we can't.” She whispered breathlessly.

“Yes, we can. We can do this. We shouldn't let who our friends our or what gang we’re apart of keeping us from being together. I like you, Y/N. And I know, I know we just met and it's crazy of me to say this, but I can feel myself falling for you. I don't know what it is, but I want to fall in love with you. I want you.” He said gently.

“I don't believe in ‘love at first sight’ or ‘love at first kiss’ because that's only in fairy tales, but with you, that all seems real. And I don't see myself staying away from you. I like you a lot and I want what you want. I want to fall in love with you, Dylan.” She smiled and he returned it, pulling her into another kiss.

Dylan pulled away and pushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “Let's do this. You and I together. But this has to stay a secret. No one can know about us. Not your friends and not mine. Not even our best friends. No one. It will cause unnecessary trouble and I don't want that.”

“Agreed.” She nodded and they sealed the deal with another passionate kiss.

And that moment; that moment of impact was when their stars aligned.

Y/N was fanning herself with her hand, her other hand holding up her long hair as she walked around the garage. “Dyl, it's hot outside. Let's go do something.” She whined. Dylan chuckled from underneath the hood of his car.

“Like what?” His silky smooth voice asked.

“Like the beach?”

His head came up from underneath the hood of his car, unstyled brown hair a mess on top of his head, his white t-shirt stained with black grease, dirt, and car oil. Even the black jeans he was wearing had obvious brown powders on them, the dirt coming from him bending down to grab another tool. “In case you haven't noticed, I'm out of a car at the moment.”

Letting her hair down, she walked over to the car, leaning against the driver’s side. “I have a car, you know? We could get a couple burgers from the diner and maybe some Pepsi’s and then we can go to the beach for the rest of the day.” She smiled softly. Dylan wiped his hand across his forehead, dirt smearing on his skin. He walked over to her and stood in front of the girl.

“That sounds amazing, it really does. But, I'm not done here.” He sighed. Y/N’s small smile fell and she looked down to her feet. Her painted baby blue toenails peeked through the tops of her open toes heels. She crossed her arms over her chest disappointedly.

Dylan felt bad putting a damper on her mood, he lifted her chin with his slender fingers. “Tell you what, give me about half hour,” he said looking at the engine and giving a guesstimate while Y/N made eye contact with him; “and then I'm all yours. We can go to the beach and afterwards we can come back here and lay in the grass, looking up at the stars, spend the whole night with each other.” He smiled.

“Are you sure? I don't want to bore you or anything.” She told, truly meaning her words. Her hand moving to cup his, his right hand having moved to hold her cheek.

He chuckled at her response and rubbed his dirty thumb over her skin, smearing a line of dirt. “You never bore me. I would love to spend the rest of my day with my favorite girl.” For the last couple weeks they'd been spending every waking moment together and he was beginning to think he would love to spend the rest of his life with his favorite girl.

She pulled his body closer into hers and she caught his lips with hers. Smiling into the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes fluttering shut, and her fingers running through his soft hair. The same sparks were still there, even after a few weeks and they showed no sign of ever dying down or fading out. The kiss was short, but sweet. “You make me so happy, do you know that?” She whispered against his lips, forehead resting against his.

Dylan rubbed his nose against hers lovingly causing a giggle to spill from her plump lips. He smiled at the sound and it made his heart flutter in his chest. “You make me just as happy, my love.” He kissed the tip of her nose sweetly. He pulled away and walked over to the soda pop fridge on the other side of the garage. Opening the door, he pulled out two glass bottles of ice cold Pepsi. Dylan popped the lid off both of them and handed her one. She thanked him and took a small drink of it.

As he watched her, he noticed that she still had a smeared line of dirt under her eye. He walked over to her and wiped the smudge away. She looked up at him, a smile on her face as she swallowed the soda in her mouth. “Did I have something on my face?” She asked.

Dylan nodded. “Yeah, there was smeared dirt, but it's gone now.” He leaned in and kissed the spot where the dirt was, Y/N’s face beating up with a blush. He got back to working on his car and like he said, within thirty minutes he was done for the day and they were getting ready to leave.

“You go shower and I'll meet you back here.” She told him as she grabbed her small purse.

“I think I'm fine just like this.” He joked. “Let's go.”

He started walking towards her, but she placed her hand on his strong chest halting his movements. “Not in my car and you need a swimming suit, babe.”

Rolling his eyes playfully, he let out a sigh. “Fine. I'll be ready in ten minutes, see you soon, doll.” He kissed her goodbye and she walked to her car which was down the street. Whenever they were together, they made sure to keep their cars as far away from each other's destination in fear of being caught. The sneaking around was thrilling but difficult at the same time. She didn't like hiding their relationship. She wanted every girl to know that he was hers. Dylan was insanely attractive and that's quite the understatement, she saw how girls looked at him and it made her jealous. She wanted to be able to tell her best friend that she was with this amazing guy who treated her right and made her feel important. He was a gentlemen and never gave her the same kind of treatment that Cody did. Dylan was everything Cody would never be and she loved that about him.

He cared about school, his family and friends, and other important things. Whereas Cody only cared about popularity, his car, and girls. There was no denying that she was falling hard, but she knew that Dylan would be there to catch her before she hit the ground just like he did the night they met.

The drive back to her house was full of thoughts of nothing but Dylan. He makes her happy and every time she thought of him, she couldn't help but think of his smile or his adorable laughter. The way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight when they were driving in the car with the music blasted. How he'd start belting out lyrics off key and he'd do a little dance in his seat with his fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

With love still on the brain, she got home and walked into her house, up to her room, and grabbed her two piece swimming suit. She stripped of her high waisted white shorts and navy blue shirt. The swimming suit bottoms she would wear were black with white polka dots, they came up a couple inches above her belly button, her top was the same color and it had two thick straps that tied around her neck, the top gave her breasts a push up and she smirked in the mirror because she knew that Dylan would love it.

Before leaving once again, she grabbed a towel, white rimmed sunglasses, and a picnic basket they could put their lunch in. She also made sure to grab her polaroid camera and a few rolls of film for just in case. She met back at Dylan's house and knocked on the door because he wasn't outside when she got there. Y/N expected him to greet her at the door, but instead his mom opened the door revealing a beautiful, teenage girl she'd never seen before. “Hi, can I help you, hon?”

Y/N got nervous because this was the first time she'd met either of his parents and this wasn't exactly the way she wanted to do so. She smiled nervously and waved shyly. “Uh, yes. I'm Y/N, I'm a… friend of Dylan's.” She stuck out her hand and Dylan’s mother took it, shaking it.

“How come I've never met you before?” She asked and stepped aside, letting the girl inside the air conditioned house.

“Dylan and I met not too long ago.”

“You seem like a lovely girl and you're very beautiful. Everything my baby deserves.” His mother smiled.

Y/N blushed and Dylan walked down the stairs to see his girlfriend speaking to his mother. “Hey, you're early.” He interrupted their conversation.

“Actually, you're late.” Y/N laughed.

Dylan's mother crossed her arms over her chest and turned to her son. “Aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely girlfriend?”

“Oh, I'm not his-” Y/N went to speak, but Dylan cut her off. He stood next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her into his side.

“Mom, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He smiled down at her. Although she was surprised that he'd told someone their secret, she grinned at his words. “Y/N, this is my mom.”

“Aw, you guys are adorable. Let me grab my camera!” His mom lightly squealed and rushed to grab the family camera. She came back and the two were still smiling at each other with nothing but affection. The flash was what pulled them out of their trance and they laughed. After a few minutes, the couple left hand in hand with smiles on their face. Dylan held his towel and his sunglasses were on his face.

“Why did you tell her?” Y/N asked as they walked down the street.

Dylan shrugged and looked at their laced fingers. “Because you're the girl for me. The one I want to take home to meet my family and the opportunity came so I took it. I don't like keeping us a secret either. You're all that matters to me.”

“You really like me, don't you?” She smiled bashfully.

“More than you know, Y/N.” He kissed her cheek just as they got to the car. He threw his stuff in the back seat along with hers and he went to sit in the passenger's seat, but was stopped by Y/N.

She held up her keys in front of his face. “You drive.”

Dylan's eyes widened. “You've never let me drive your car.” It was true, she loved her car more than Dylan loved his and she's never let anyone drive it. Not even Holland. “You really like me, don't you?” He repeated her words from earlier.

Y/N’s grin grew bigger at his response. “More than you know, Dyl.” She put them in his hand and rounded to the passenger's side and buckled in after reaching behind her to grab the camera from the backseat. Dylan got in her usual spot and started the car, the engine roaring to life. They started driving to the diner and they both sung along to the lyrics from the radio.

Y/N’s front seats were just a straight across two seats in one. She put her feet up and Dylan's lap, her back against the door as he ran his fingers over her legs while he sang. The sun was illuminating his face, a genuine smile at the corners of his lips and it was a perfect photo opportunity. Y/N lifted the camera up to her eye and pressed the button, the sound of the shutter clicking grabbing his attention.

“What're you doin’ over there?” He chuckled.

“Just taking picture of my boyfriend. You?”

“Singing to my favorite girl.” He blew a kiss at her. Y/N scooted closer to Dylan, her legs still in his lap. She brought her hand to his face and pushed it closer to her lips gently, her soft lips pressing against his skin. She trailed kisses across his cheek and down his jaw. They weren't lustful kisses, but sweet.

They arrived at the diner and Dylan went inside to grab their food and drinks before the headed to the beach. The rest of the day was them playing in the sun and splashing each other in the water. Luckily, no one from either of their opposing gangs were there and they weren't seen together by any of their friends. It was just them, but they didn't care if they got caught. They were together and that's all that mattered to them. As long as he had her and she had him, it was perfect.

Y/N and Dylan got back to his house around ten thirty and they showered before going outside and laying on a blanket in the grass together to look at the stars. Y/N rested her head on Dylan's chest, his fingers rubbing the skin on her neck. “I wish we could buy people stars.” She said suddenly, breaking their comfortable silence.

“Why?”

“Because then I would buy one.”

“For who?” He whispered as the sound of crickets came from the background.

“You, of course.”

Dylan smiled tiredly. “Would you name it after me?”

Y/N shook her head against his chest. “I would name it after me, so that whenever I'm not around, you can look up at the sky and know that a piece of me is with you. You might not be able to see it all the time. but you know it's always there for you. Just like I am.”

“Well in that case, I’d buy you one, too.” He mumbled, blessed to be here in this moment with this wonderful girl.

Holland had been rambling on for what felt like forever about this guy she'd met at a party the other night. His name was Max, but that was about all Y/N got out of Holland’s talking. Usually, she would listen to anything her strawberry blonde friend had to say, but with the boy she'd secretly been dating for almost a whole month across the diner, it was a little hard to pay attention.

She’d walked into the diner with the rest of the Omega gang twenty minutes ago and saw that Dylan and the Alphas were sitting in their usual corner. Cody was still giving her the cold shoulder from the milkshake thing. If he did talk to her, it would be about how she looked like she rolled in a pile of dirt today. Even with his nasty insults, she thanked him for wasting his breath and ignored them because she knew they weren't true. Not with the way Dylan was looking at her from his booth with Tyler, Daniel, Sprayberry, Shelley and Crystal.

His table was in their own conversation, but just like Y/N, Dylan was checked out of whatever his friends were talking about. The secret lovers just looked at each other, almost having a silent conversation. Their eyes were filled with love and they could both see it. Just pure love. Dylan smiled at her and winked, Y/N blowing him a kiss after tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. All she wanted was to grab his face and kiss him with everything she had, but she couldn't. Not here anyways.

With their eyes still holding contact, Y/N nodded her head towards the door as she silently asked him if they wanted to leave. Dylan looked at the door and nodded. He turned to his friends, excusing himself.

“Five minutes.” He whispered so only she could hear when he walked by. His hands were in the pockets of his blue jeans and he just wore a white t-shirt instead of his leather jacket. His feet in black converse, his hair slicked back as it usually was when he went out.

Y/N turned to Holland who was still talking as she swirled her straw around in her milkshake. She was finally listening to her best friend, but she was just hoping to pass time so she could go and see Dylan and be in his arms again.

“Hey, are you okay?” Holland stopped her sentence to ask her fidgety friend a question.

“I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?”

The strawberry blonde sighed. “You seem really antsy. Is there something up? You've been like this for the past few weeks.”

Y/N relaxed in her seat and crossed her arms, popping her bubblegum. “I'm fine, Holl. I promise. It's just, Cody is getting under my skin.”

Holland understood Y/N’s hatred for their leader, but it didn't explain why she had been so secretive. Holland knew Y/N like the back of her hand, she knew when Y/N was lying, when she was angry, or when she was hiding something. Deciding not to press the issue because Holland knew that her best friend would tell her whatever she was hiding when she was ready.

“I know that's true, but there's something else, isn't there? I'm not going to pressure you into saying anything because I know you'll tell me when you're ready.” Y/N’s hand was covered by her friend’s reassuringly and was offered a small smile.

“Thank you, Holl. I have to go to the ladies’ room, but when I come back, I'm all yours.” Y/N smiled and stood up from her seat walked away, walking past Cody on her way to the back. Cody turned and watched her walk off, noticing how she looked back to make sure she wasn't being watched. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she hiding from him? He made a mental note to confront her about it later.

Y/N walked towards the bathrooms in the back, but thankfully there was an exit out of the diner. She pushed opened the door which led her to an alley behind the hangout. Dylan was leaning against the wall with a cigarette in between his lips. He took a drag and blew out when he saw his girlfriend approaching him. “That's going to kill you, you know.” She reminded him as she did many times before.

Dylan smiled and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, rubbing it into the asphalt with his shoe. He grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. “You're going to kill me, especially when you look like this, so I'd say you're the worst drug, baby.” He kissed the corner of her lips, his prickly stubble tickling her as he did so. She giggled and squirmed in his arms, placing her hands on his chest.

“You're such a noodle, Dyl.” She laughed happily. Her laughs had officially became Dylan's favorite sound in the world. The more he made her do it, the better it sounded. He pulled away and looked at her, his eyes loving every single thing about how she looked. A smile ghosting at her lips, her little freckles on the bridge of her nose. Everything about her was perfect to him.

“I'm your noodle.” He whispered, the three words being dorky, but meaning the world to Y/N. She leaned in and brushed her lips over his, electrifying goosebumps rising on both of their skin. Dylan caught her lips with his, he hummed in happiness when they were finally connected. He could feel her smiling as he kissed her. Her hand moved up to the side of his neck, her thumb rubbing over his jawline. Dylan walked her back towards the wall where she softly leaned against the brick. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her body closer into his.

She took her lips away from his and looked at his face, red lipstick marks on the skin around his lips. Smiling at her markings, she kissed his cheek and trailed her lips down his neck. He sighed in content, loving this situation. Loving her. She brought her hand to the collar of his shirt and gripped them when she placed her mouth back on his. Her eyes closed at the sweet touch.

“Why do your lips always taste like milkshakes?” He laughed breathlessly.

Y/N shrugged. “Because whenever we kiss, I've had a milkshake. Do you not like it?” She asked worriedly.

“No, no. I love it.” He smiled and pecked her lips repeatedly. “I love you.” He whispered with his forehead against hers.

She pulled back and looked at him, her hands on his face, fingers in his hair. “You love me?”

Dylan nodded happily and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, smiling at her as he did so. “I do. I love you so much. Whenever you're around with me, I can't help but feel the happiest I've ever felt. My heart races every time you touch me or when you kiss me. Even when I see you, I feel like my heart is pounding an imprint into my ribcage. I don't care about who you are or what gang you're apart of. That doesn't matter to me. Like I said when you met my mom, Y/N Y/L/N, you are the girl for me. I love you and I just want to be with you now and forever.”

“I didn't believe in love before I met you. I didn't believe in ‘love at first sight’ or ‘soulmates’. Then I fell for you, literally.” She giggled at her joke and Dylan laughed as well. “I saw you that night and I knew that you were meant to be mine. That I was meant to fall in love with you. I've never been allowed to be myself, but when I'm with you, I feel like I can always be myself. I can say what I want to say, do what I want to do. Our love is written in the stars, Dyl. The gods couldn't have made anyone more perfect for me. They couldn't have made a love more perfect for me. They couldn't have made you any more perfect for me than you already are. I'm falling in love with you and I don't want to stop. I-I love you.” Her voice broke at her confession, but thankfully, no tears spilled from her glossy eyes.

Dylan kissed with her every nerve, every fiber, and every molecule in his body. He kissed her with all the love he had to offer. And that was another moment of impact. Their first confession of love for each other. She kissed back with just as much love. Y/N kissed her boyfriend back with just as much force and power. Her kisses made it seem like it was just them in the world. Everyone in the world was just white noise and them being together in that moment was the only thing that mattered. Her kiss dissolves the universe.

“Y/N?” A feminine voice interrupted their moment. The couple pulled away and looked to where the voice came from. The redhead companion of Y/N’s was standing by the door wearing a shocked expression. Her mouth was parted in surprise and she looked as if she stopped breathing.

“Holland, let me explain.” Y/N begged. Holland crossed her arms, pursing her lips, and nodded. Dylan pulled away from Y/N hesitantly, not knowing what the future would hold for them after this conversation. He grabbed her hands and kissed her knuckles softly.

“I love you.” He whispered against her skin and walked away, her fingers slipping through his touch. He walked past Holland and gave her a tight lipped smile and back into the diner.

“This is what you've been hiding from me?” Holland walked over to her friend. Y/N nodded slowly as Holland crossed her arms over her chest. “How long?”

“A month. Since the night I met him.” She sighed.

Holland put her face in her hands as she stood in front of her best friend. “Why didn't you just tell me? I thought we were best friends.”

“We are! Holl, you're one of the only people who knows. No one was supposed to know about us.”

“Someone more important knew before I did?” Holland asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It's his mom. He introduced me to his mother.” Y/N laughed slightly. “I didn't tell you because if anyone knew about me and him, who knows what would happen.”

“Y/N, you can't be with him. We're rival gangs, a full on war would break out if anyone were to find out about you two.”

Shaking her head, Y/N refused. “No! You can't say that to me.”

“Think of our gang. Think about Cody. You know what would happen to O’Brien if Cody were to find out about this relationship? He would kill him. He hates the Alphas, Y/N. He wouldn't hesitate for a second.”

Y/N’s heart began to sting as she thought about what would happen if Cody were to hurt Dylan. If she were to ever lose him. “Please, Holland. I'm leaving this. I'm leaving the gang. I don't want to be forced away from Dylan.”

“Leaving? Y/N, you can't do this. You can't just leave us. Me. We're your friends. It'll ruin everything.” Holland continued going on about the whole situation. Y/N tried to say something that would change her mind, but Holland wasn't listening.

“I love him!” Y/N yelled, trying to catch Holland’s attention. Holland’s hazel eyes widened in disbelief. Y/N spoke softly. “I love him. And he loves me. I've fallen in love with my rival and I never would've thought that this would happen, but it did. I'm not ready to say goodbye to what he and I have.”

Holland pulled Y/N into a hug. “I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm the worst friend ever.”

“No, you're not. You're just looking out for me.” Y/N smiled.

“If you love him, then be with him.” Holland said, pulling away. “Don't let anyone take away that love you have for each other. I'll keep your secret. I'm sad to see you leave, but if it makes you happy, then go for it.”

“Thank you, Holl. This means a lot.” Y/N smiled, teary eyed.

Someone knew of their relationship and that was a relief. Y/N didn't have to lie to the one other person she trusted most anymore. But Cody couldn't know. It would mean the end if he did. What a shame that he'd heard Y/N’s entire confession.

The week following was pretty uneventful. Holland had kept Y/N and Dylan’s relationship a secret just like she said she would and they were both incredibly thankful for that. Dylan had told Tyler, his best friend, about his relationship and he was surprised to hear how supportive he was. Tyler told Dylan that he deserved a girl that made him happy, that he deserved to be happy.

“Dylan, I've been thinking about something.” She told him, their laced fingers swinging as they walked in the park.

Dylan looked to Y/N. “What about, my love?”

“I want to tell more people about us.” At her words, Dylan stopped in his tracks. Y/N worried as she saw her boyfriend’s reaction. “Is that a bad thing? You know what, forget I mentioned it.” She muttered, pulling her hand from his, beginning to walk away.

Dylan shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her back over to him. “That's a great idea. Trust me, I want to tell everyone you're mine, but what about Cody and the rest of our gangs?” He panicked.

“I thought about that, too.” She smiled. “I'm going to leave the Omegas. I'm not going to be a part of the gang anymore.”

“A-are you sure? This is what you want?” He asked. He was totally for the idea, but she was leaving her friends. She was leaving Holland and he didn't want to be the cause of that.

Y/N nodded. “I'm sure. I've had my foot out the door for a while, it just took you to pull me out. I don't care about what anyone thinks. I just want to be with you.”

Dylan grinned and kissed her cheek. “Then I'll leave the Alphas.”

“But you're their leader.”

Shrugging, he smiled down at the girl in front of him. “I don't care. If you leave your gang than I leave mine. All I need is your love. Now and forever. Speaking of which,” He dug around in his pocket, feeling around for the item he's had since he told Y/N he loved her for the first time. He pulled out a small, silver ring. There was no diamond, it was just a plain silver band. “I want to give you this.”

“Is this about you courting me, cause we're kind of already together?” She giggled, looking at the ring.

“Originally it was supposed to just be a promise ring, I was going to give it to you last week, but I've been thinking. I'm in love with you, Y/N. I'm hopelessly devoted to you. I tell you all the time that you're the only girl for me. You're my girl.” He held the ring between thumb and index fingers. “Why have a promise ring when it can just be an engagement ring?”

“Dylan, what are you doing?” She asked, his words taking her breath away.

“I know it's a little soon and we're only eighteen, but I don't care. I love you more than I can even fathom. We don't have to get married right away, but I want to marry you someday. This is me asking you to marry me one day. Let me give you the rest my heart. Let me spend the rest of my life with you.” Dylan got down on his knee, looking up at the love of his life. She had happy tears in her bright eyes. “Will you marry me?” He whispered, his smile contagious.

Another moment of impact.

Y/N nodded quickly. Smiling as he stood up and slipped the ring on her finger. He held his hand in hers, kissing her knuckles. She grabbed his face and kissed him. “Dylan, I love you and I want to marry you now. Let's do it.” She held his face in her hands, her breath hitting his face after speaking so fast. She was high on her love for him.

“Can I ask you something crazy?” He asked.

“Well, you already asked me to marry you and I think that's as crazy as it can get.” She chuckled.

“Then I guess it's not crazy if I ask you to run away with me?” He smiled.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Run away with you?”

“Yeah. What do you say?” He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, her hands still in his.

“I say… when do we leave?” She grinned.

“Tonight. I'll get some money I have saved and we can go wherever you want.”

“Are we really doing this?” Y/N asked excitedly.

Dylan nodded. “Only if it's what you want.”

“I want this. I want us. I want you.” She whispered. “Let's do it. Let's run away from all of this. Just you and me for the rest of our lives.”

“You and me for the rest of our lives?” Dylan hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

Y/N stood on her tippy toes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I'll meet you back here in two hours.”

“I love you so much.”

“And I love you.”

The two got in their own cars, driving to their homes. They packed clothes, things they held dear to their heart, and both grabbed some money. In total they would have four thousand dollars. The money would come from birthdays, Christmas, and spare money from past jobs. It wouldn't last the rest of their lives, but it was enough for the time being. Y/N had left a letter with Holland that would go to her parents and Dylan left his on the counter of the kitchen in his home. Taking one last look at his empty bedroom, he smiled. He knew that this was the right thing.

“Y/N, are you really leaving?” Holland asked as she held the envelope in her hands. They were at the diner and Y/N decided to grab her and Dylan dinner before they hit the road.

“I am, Holl.” She told her, a sad smile on her face. Holland and Y/N held each other in a hug.

“I'm going to miss you so much.” Holland sniffled.

“I'll miss you, too.” Y/N cried. “But this isn't goodbye. It's a ‘see you soon’. When Dyl and I have settled down, you can come see us and I'll make sure to see you.”

Holland nodded and pulled away from the hug, holding her best friend’s hands. “I better be the maid of honor at this wedding.”

“Well, duh. Who's going to do my hair and makeup?” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.

Holland giggled as Y/N smiled at her. “I'll see you soon, okay?”

“See ya later, Holl.” Y/N grabbed the bag of food off the counter and walked out of the diner and to her car. She sat in her seat, starting the car with a smile. She drove out of the parking lot and to the park to wait for Dylan, completely oblivious to Cody in the car behind her.

Dylan was at the park, Tyler having drove him. He was going to leave his car with Tyler to fix and then him and Daniel would drive it out to wherever Dylan and Y/N would be. “You know I'm going to miss ya, Posey.” Dylan said as Tyler parked the car by the curb.

“I'm going to miss ya, too.” Tyler clapped his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “I'll see you soon. Now go get your girl. You have your whole life ahead of ya.” Posey told him with a genuine smile.

“See ya, Ty.” Dylan got out of the car, patted the hood, and waved goodbye. Tyler waved and drove off. Dylan looked at his watch seeing that she should be here in five minutes. He had his bags on his shoulder as he walked over to the tree in the middle of the park.

It didn't take long to see Y/N’s car come into view. Smiling he walked over to her and set his bags on the ground. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her sweetly on the lips. His fingers tangled in her hair, his other hand lifting her chin. She smiled as he groaned when her fingernails scratched at his scalp. She pulled her lips off of his and kissed down his neck.

“As much as I'd love to do this, we can't do it here.” He sighed and pushed her off of him slightly. “I promise we can definitely do some more of that later, but let's get on the road first.”

Y/N pouted. “You're no fun.” Dylan shook his head with a smile on his face and picked up his bags, putting them in the trunk of the car. “Come on, fiancé, let's run away!” She grinned.

Dylan pulled her into his side as they looked around. The park as pretty empty for the most part. No one in sight. It was perfect, but it only took one sound for that to all fade away.

A gunshot rang out causing the lovers to flinch. They turned around, scared of what they'd see. Cody was standing twenty feet away from them, a gun in his hand, the tip pointed at the sky as smoke came from the hole.

“Cody, what are you doing?” Dylan asked, stepping in front of Y/N.

Cody shrugged, an evil smirk on his face. “Well, I heard of the engagement and figured I should give you a surprise.”

“We don't want anything from you.” Y/N told him, scared of what he could do. Especially holding a loaded weapon.

“Listen here, you bitch. You were supposed to be mine. You were supposed to be with me. Not this scumbag from the other side of the tracks. Me.” Cody snarled.

Dylan felt his pulse raise as he spoke to Y/N, his protective side coming out. “Don't talk to her like that, you dick!”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

Before he knew it, Dylan’s fist collided with Cody's jaw. He stumbled back, dropping the gun. Cody pushed back, Dylan falling into Y/N. He panicked when he heard her wince at the impact. “Are you okay, baby?” Y/N nodded.

“I'm fine, love. Are you?” She looked over him, making sure there were no marks. Dylan looked back at Cody to see him fuming. Cody grabbed the gun off the ground, walking towards the two.

“Cody, please. Don't do this.” Y/N begged. Tears in her eyes as she stepped in front of Dylan. “You can't do this. I'll leave him. Just don't hurt him.”

Dylan’s whiskey eyes filled with tears. “Y/N, no.”

She turned to look at him, the tears that were once in her eyes falling down her cheeks. Her eyes were swollen and she sniffles, the tip of her nose red. “I have to, Dyl. We were stupid to think we could get away from this.”

“Don't you love me?” He cried.

“Of course I do, you know that, but this is the only way I can keep you safe. If something were to happen to you because I'm selfish, I wouldn't forgive myself. I love you.” She placed a teary kiss on his cheek and took her hand out of his. She walked over to Cody, not having the heart to look back at the broken man behind her.

“I'm all yours.” She muttered. Her heart broke at her words.

“No, you're not.” He shook his head. “You'll never be mine. Not entirely.” Cody raised the gun in Dylan's direction, finger on the trigger, ready to pull. Y/N watched with wide eyes as he was about shoot the gun. Dylan closed his eyes, ready for what was coming at him. The gun went off, the shot ringing through their ears. Dylan’s eyes fluttered open, but he was uninjured. His gaze landed on Y/N, just in time to see the blood seep through her shirt and Cody's eyes widened.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Cody dropping the gun and taking off without a word, his car speeding down the street. Y/N’s body dropped to the concrete, but Dylan caught her as she stumbled into his arms. Dylan sat on the ground, her body shaking. The warm, red liquid was soaking the cloth on her shirt. With fidgety hands, he put his hands over the wound on her stomach.

“No, no, no. Hey, hey you're going to be okay.” Dylan tried to distract her from the pain that was spreading through her body. Y/N’s chest was rising and falling as she tried to keep air in her lungs. Her hand set over his, their fingers lacing.

“Dylan, look at me.” She rasped out.

His eyes came from her stomach and up to her eyes. They still had the same brightness they had from when she'd seen him earlier. “You know I love you, right?” She asked.

“I know you do, baby. But don't say goodbye. You're going to be okay.” His voice broke.

“Don't forget how much you mean to me. You are my whole world. My everything. You're my soulmate, Dylan. Remember that.”

“Stop saying goodbye. This can't be it.” He sobbed, his tears running down his face and landing on her cheeks. It was hard to tell whose tears were whose, Y/N was crying and their tears combined.

“Do you remember what I said to you that one time we were laying in your yard after our day at the beach?” She ignored his question. Dylan nodded, a sad smile on his face.

“I told you that I wished we could buy stars and then I'd buy you one and always be with you. Dyl, when I go, I'll be in the stars, watching over you. Watching you live your life.” She smiled up at him, ignoring the throbbing pain in her stomach and in her heart.

Dylan let out a choked sob. “How am I supposed to live my life without you here? I’m not strong enough to live in a world that doesn't have you in it.”

Y/N cried watching his own heart break. She knew that he loved her with everything he had to offer and she knew she was breaking his heart. He couldn't watch her die. She hated herself for doing this to him because she also knew that he would always love her. That kind of love never dies. “I love you so much, Dylan. You turned my world upside down and you made me a better person.” She brought her hand up to his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his high cheekbones. “You made me me. And I'm eternally thankful for that.”

“I love you, Y/N. You are the love of my life. You're not just my girlfriend, as far as I'm concerned…” He grabbed her left hand and rubbed his finger over her ring. “You, Y/N Y/L/N, are my wife.”

“And you're my husband. You'll always be that to me.” She nodded. He adjusted her body so he could kiss her, one last time. His lips caught hers, the movement slow and in sync. The kiss would take the little bit of breath that she had left, but it didn't matter. She had to feel that spark, that electrifying feeling that made her skin tingle and her heart burn with passion. That was her dying wish. Before her eyes stayed shut and she fell into an eternal sleep, a single tear fell from the tear duct in the corner of her eye.

Then it all stopped.

The movement of her lips.

The rising and falling of her chest as she tried to breathe.

Her heart…

It all stopped.

Dylan pulled away and looked at her to see her completely still. “Y/N? Y/N, please? Please don't be gone. Don't go. This can't be it. I'm not ready to say goodbye.” He whispered against her lips. As the realization hit him, he sobbed. He held her to his chest and sobbed. Each sob hurting more than the last. His sobs echoing around him. He would never see her smile again. He would never hear the contagious laugh. He would never hear the camera flutter shut as she took a picture of him without him knowing.

And that…

That was the hardest moment of impact.

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