#Dylan o'brien scenario

[core4writes]

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

awww i love thiss❤️

Colby in a long-distance relationship💕

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

warnings: none 🥺

pairing: colby brock x foreign reader fem pronouns

colby's pov: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"welcome home." i say.

a/n

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

[xoxokiaraaxoxo]

I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#fezco x reader - 3 posts

#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts

#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

#peter parker x reader - 2 posts

#euphoria imagine - 2 posts

#brad simpson x reader - 2 posts

#nate jacobs x reader - 2 posts

#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts

#vinnie hacker x reader - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#tom holland peter parker x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

REQUESTS

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

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

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

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

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Love Songs

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

Requested by @gpiggy98

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

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

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

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

"Hey Pete"

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

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

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

"I got it," you tell him.

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

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

"Are you excited?" he asks you

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

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

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

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

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

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

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

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

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

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

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

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

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

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

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

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

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

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

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

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

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

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

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

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What'd you need?"

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

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2,283 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

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[hqton]

suggestions of fcs that could work for aurelie’s wc? please!

oooh !! lowkey ngl, i picture the french king, cya but honestly, i would love to see jacob anderson, howard charles, joel fry but if that scenario isn't quite it for you, chance pedromo, dylan o'brien, barry keoghan, corey mylchreest, jamie lorente, jack o'connell, will poulter, honesty it could be anyone, as everything could cause drama !! it would most likely be someone of importance from the french court but other than that it's all open !!

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I Love You, and I’m Sorry - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 3719 warnings: swearing summary: “I love you, and I’m sorry” - it just kind of slipped out in the heat of the moment a/n: reader is Scott’s sister

Tonight was a big night.  It was the night of the Super Moon, and the pack was planning on confronting both the Alphas and Jennifer, who turned out to be the Darach.  Everyone was on edge, not sure what was going to happen.  And with (y/n) and Scott’s mom, Stiles’ dad, and Allison’s dad being held hostage by Jennifer, the stakes were high.

(y/n) was nervous, but she didn’t dare show it.  She knew how important the plan was, and with just one mistake, everyone could be in danger.  She was all geared up, decked out in black, and had archer’s gloves on both hands.  Her hair was pulled back as not to distract her, and she was decked out in all the weapons she could hold.

“You’re ready?” Allison asked her as they pulled up to Stiles house.  All that was left to do now was meet up with Scott and Stiles, and go.

“Of course,” (y/n) answered confidently.  “Are you?”

“I want my dad back,” Allison said, a death glare in her eyes as she shut off her car and got out.  They walked up to the door together.  “I want to kill her myself”

“You and everyone else” (y/n) chuckled darkly, and knocked on the door.  Allison cocked her head to the side and shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m not losing anyone else, (y/n),” She said, and while her words were sweet, her tone was dangerous.  “And I’m going to see to it that I don’t.  Whatever it takes”

Scott opened the door, letting the girls in.

(y/n) went straight to Stiles, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly.  He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back for a while.

“I’m so sorry,” She told him softly.  “We’re going to get them all back” She assured, pulling away, and smiling as kindly as she could at him.

“I know,” He said, nodding his head, and trying to stay strong so he was ready to go finish this.  “Everything’s gonna be… it’s all going to end okay” He said, like he was trying to reassure himself of that.

“No one’s getting hurt” Scott said.

“I’ll go start the car,” Stiles sighed, heading out of the house.  Allison followed him, giving Scott a look before she left.  (y/n’s) brows furrowed, looking to Scott after catching it.

“What was that?” She asked.  “Did something happen I don’t know about?”

“Stiles is just… really anxious right now, about the people he cares about” Her brother said, walking over to (y/n).

“Yeah, he had a panic attack the other day… I’m worried too,” She said, still skeptic.  Scott smiled sadly, and leaned over to hug her.  This only made her more confused, but she hugged him back.  “Really, what’s going on-?”

She was cut off by a sharp couple of pricks on the back of her neck, which she recognized instantly as Scott’s claws.

And as her body grew weak, she realized they’d been dipped in kanima venom.

“Scott-” She hissed, but her legs gave out and she collapsed.  “What did you do!? What are you doing!?”

Stiles came running back into the house, him and Scott looking at each other for a minute.

“Stiles?” (y/n) demanded him for an answer.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” He said, kneeling over to help her up, just enough to get her to the couch.  “You can’t- you can’t come tonight, I’m sorry”

“Stiles, fix it, now” She muttered out.

“I-I can’t” He stammered, shaking his head, and making her comfortable on his sofa, even though she was numb everywhere from the neck down.

“What do you mean you can’t!?” She yelled.  “Put me in the car, it’ll wear off by the time we get there-”

“No,” He said softly, shaking his head.  “I need you to stay here-”

“Stiles”

“I need you to stay here,” He repeated seriously.  “I’m sorry, I am, I really am, but I need to know you’re here, you’re safe here”

“Not if my body is a useless sack of bones, just put me in the fucking car-”

“I can’t!” Stiles exclaimed, his emotions starting to show.  “I can’t, you can’t I’m sorry”

“Stop apologizing” (y/n) sighed, shutting her eyes.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Stiles said, smoothing her hair down and staring at her worriedly.  She could see the tears in her eyes.  “You’re safe here, okay?”

“What if something happens? Huh? What if someone calls me because you-you died, but I can’t even pick up the fucking phone because my arms don’t work-!”

“I love you,” Stiles cut her off.  “And I’m sorry” He said, leaning up and kissing your forehead quickly before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door after his friends.

(y/n) didn’t even get the chance to say anything before he was gone, too in shock from his sudden proclamation.

God she wished she could at least use her phone.  But instead she was trapped in her own thoughts.

Stiles ran to his father, hugging him tightly, on the brink of bursting into tears.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” He cried, burying his face into his father’s jacket.  “I’m sorry about not telling you about all this before- I-I was trying to protect you”

“Oh, son,” The Sheriff teared up, squeezing his son tightly before pulling away.  “It’s alright, I understand,” He said.  “But from here on out you fill me in on every little thing, deal?”

“Deal” Stiles nodded, wiping at his eyes as they, and the others, left the nemeton.

“Wait, where’s (y/n)?” Melissa asked, realizing everyone else was there.  “Scott?” She questioned seriously.  “Stiles? Where is she?” She demanded, worried for her girl’s safety.

“She’s… uh…” Stiles trailed off, looking to Scott and hoping he would cover for him.

“Stiles paralyzed her with kanima venom so she couldn’t get hurt tonight” Allison cut in.

Everyone’s parents looked at the boy in shock.

“Son,” Noah said warily, closing his eyes for a moment as he pieced things together.  “(y/n) is being held hostage in our house right now?”

“(y/n)?” Stiles called before he even had the door open, the lock jamming for a moment.  Stiles cursed, unlocking the door in a haste before whipping it open, nearly hitting his father with it.

The girl in question barely raised her head from the couch cushion, seeing him clumsily run into the room and sliding on his knees to where she was.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hands cupping around her face as he looked at her.  She smiled back at him.

“I’m fine, besides being stuck here for- what time is it?”

“Nine-thirtyish,” He answered.  “But you’re feeling okay? Are you still numb?”

“I think my fingers can move” (y/n) told him.  He looked over to see her fingers were twitching slightly.

“Yeah,” He smiled, “They are,” He grinned now, leaning over and hugging her as best he could while she couldn’t move.

“I kinda hate you right now, you know” She mumbled into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be,” (y/n) said softly.  “It’s okay, I understand”

Stiles set her back down.

“Could you move me up? So my head’s on the arm rest?” He nodded, lifting her upper body from under her arms and sliding her towards the end of the sofa.

“Do you want anything? To eat or drink?” He asked, petting her hair gently as he looked down at her.

“Where’s your dad? Did you find him? He’s okay right?” (y/n) asked instead.  “And… my mom? Is she okay?” She whispered now.

“Yeah, yeah they’re all alright,” He assured her.  “My dad’s upstairs, he went to bed, and your mom’s at home with Scott”

“Oh,” (y/n) sighed, her eyes falling shut.  “Thank goodness” Stiles chuckled a little bit.

“Sure you don’t want anything?”

“I just want to get my feeling back,” (y/n) said.  “Tired of lying here, staring at your ceiling” He laughed again.

“Well I can take you somewhere else if you want,” He offered.  “I’m gonna take a shower, but I could put you to bed” (y/n) mulled it over, she knew she shouldn’t stay the night, she had before on many occasions, but her mom was home.  And certainly she wanted to see her.  But she could always just wait here while she gains back her senses.

“Okay,” She answered with a slight nod of her head.  “Yeah that’d be good”

Stiles stood up, sliding his arms under her back and legs, and lifting her up bridal style.  It was difficult carrying her, since she was so limp, and she didn’t know how to make it easier on him.  But it was a short walk up the stairs and to his room.

“Thank you” She hummed a she set her in bed.

“Not a problem,” He replied.  “Blankets?” He offered.

“Yes please,” She smiled as he pulled them from under her, and then over.  “Thank you” She repeated.

“Really no issue, I left you here all night, so…” He trailed off nervously as he tucked her in.  “I can put on music if you want?”

“Sure,” (y/n) nodded, watching as he was nervously fumbling on his phone.  “Anything works”

He ended up putting on a playlist he’d made for her a long time ago, and setting his phone by the nightstand.

“Alright, I’m gonna take a shower now, need anything else?”

“No, I’m all set” (y/n) sighed, shutting her eyes and relishing in how comfortable she was here.  Stiles smiled down at her, glad she was relaxing, and hoping that she wouldn’t be numb soon.

“Goodnight,” He called as he walked to the bathroom.

(y/n) was half asleep when he came back in, his hair nearly dry, in sweatpants and a tee shirt.  He saw her lying there, her arm hooked under her head, breathing softly.

“You awake?” He whispered, and her eyes opened.

“Yes,” She answered, shifting her arm to go back under the blanket.  A tired smile stretched over her features.  “I can move” She sing songed.  Stiles smiled, and pushed her back so she wasn’t in the middle of the bed, then laid down with her.

“Good,” He said.  “So are you wanting a ride-”

“Aren’t you going to talk about earlier?” (y/n) questioned, looking at him now.  “When you left?”

Stiles’ face flushed and he glanced away from her.  He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say now.

“I love you too, in case you’re wondering,” (y/n) told him.  “Always have” She yawned.  “And I’m not mad you paralyzed me and left me here, I would’ve done the same thing,” She continued, but Stiles was just staring at her.  “Well aren’t you gonna say something?” (y/n) asked anxiously, hooking her elbow to rest on her pillow, and propping her head up in her hand.  She looked at him expectantly, impatiently, at this point he could say anything and she’d be relieved.

But he didn’t say anything.  He leaned up off the bed, took her face in his hands, and kissed her.  A squeak died in the back of her throat as she kissed him back, shutting her eyes and leaning up more to meet him better.  But they fell back onto the mattress anyways, Stiles slotting a leg between hers, body leaning over her completely.

(y/n) smiled into their kiss, wrapping her arms behind his neck and carding her fingers through his thick locks of hair.  His lips were the most addictive thing she’d ever tasted, it was like they were made to fit hers just perfectly.

He pulled back for a moment, looking at her absolutely lovingly.  One of his hands still cupped her cheek, the other was just a bit lower than her hip.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” (y/n) said seriously, but giggled slightly as she quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh I’m sorry,” He replied just as sarcastically.  “I can be done if you want?”

“Hell no,” She giggled again as she grabbed the front of his shirt in fists, yanking him down to kiss her again.  It was so delightful to be kissing him after years of wanting to.

“What are we telling Scott?” He mumbled against her lips, and maneuvered his head to leave soft kisses against her jaw, tracing up towards the junction between her jaw and neck.  (y/n) sighed in contentment as he gently sucked on the spot.

“What do you mean?” She asked between soft breaths.

“I mean,” Stiles propped himself up over her again, and she whined from the lack of contact.  “You’re his sister, I’m his best friend, what do we say?”

“Well, I say, I tell him I finally got you to make a move,” (y/n) said, but Stiles looked confused.  “Hand me your phone,” She asked, and he grabbed it, giving it to her, watching her scroll through his contacts.  “This is easy”

“Okay, and what if it’s not? What if he freaks out on me-”

“Hey Scott!” (y/n) cut him off when her brother picked up the phone.  “It’s (y/n)”

“Hey, something wrong with your phone? Why are you on Stiles’ phone?” Stiles could hear him ask.

“It’s downstairs,” (y/n) answered.  “Anyways, I’ll be home soon to see mom, but I had some news for you” Stiles was looking down at her anxiously, biting his lip.  (y/n) smirked slightly, reaching her hand up to pull his bottom lip from between his teeth with the pad of her thumb.

“What kind of news?”

“I think Stiles and I are kind of a thing now,” (y/n) announced, and Stiles grinned sheepishly.

“That’s awesome and all, but why’d you have to call me for that?” Scott replied, which is not at all what Stiles was expecting.  “Kinda trying to sleep, you know?”

“Well I thought I’d fill you in.  And I think Stiles is a bit nervous about your reaction, I was trying to ease his nerves in the second best way I can”

“Second best?” Stiles repeated quietly.  (y/n) smiled beautifully up at him, letting him figure it out himself.

“First of all, disgusting.  Please don’t tell me about your life in the bed, I’m much better off not knowing”

“Oh, oh” Stiles finally got it, smiling back down at her, and making her giggle slightly from his delayed reaction.

“So just to be clear, you’re cool with this-” (y/n) was cut off when Stiles went back to work on that sweet spot behind her ear.

“Yeah, I don’t really care, just don’t drag me into any of your drama,” Scott said.  He clearly paused when (y/n) let out a soft pant.  “What the hell? Are you guys- right now!? (y/n) what the f-”

She ended the call, cupping Stiles’ face in her hands, tugging him towards her lips.  She kissed him sweetly for a moment before pulling back.

“See?” (y/n) hummed, smiling at him naturally.  “Scott doesn’t care at all”

“Does that mean you’ll stay here tonight?” Stiles asked hopefully, kissing her again in hopes of gaining her surrender.  But (y/n) shook her head.

“No, I can’t,” She sighed.  “I should really go see my mom tonight, soon”

“I can take you,” Stiles offered, leaning up to crawl off of her and find his keys.

“Wait hold on,” (y/n’s) hand wrapped around Stiles’, pulling him back slightly towards her, he smiled at her as her other hand combed into his hair, pulling his lips down to hers in one more long lasting kiss.  He was still smiling against her as they parted, and she sat up to get going.  “I just wanted one more kiss” She said with a grin.

It took her a few minutes to get used to walking, all the venom was out of her system, but she still hadn’t stood up in a few hours.  Stiles put on a jacket and his shoes before swiping his keys and helping her down the stairs.  With a hand in hers, and an arm around her waist, she slowly but steadily made her way to the door.

“Thanks,” She mumbled shyly, picking up her shoes and phone, deciding to just carry them to the car.  “I’ve got sea legs”

Stiles chuckled as he went to tell his dad he was dropping her off home, while (y/n) slowly and steadily headed to his car.  He rushed out after her, getting the passenger door for her, and making sure she was alright to get in.

“I’m weak, not fresh out of the hospital,” (y/n) giggled as he buckled her into the seat.  Stiles just rolled his eyes lovingly before shutting the door for her too.  He ran around to his side of the car, turning it on after a few tries and blasting the heat.  “You’re a bit of a spazz right now,” (y/n) said, looking at him with furrowed brows.  “Is everything alright?”

“What? Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’m with you in my jeep, taking you home, to your brother, and your mom” He rambled a bit as he backed out of the driveway, and (y/n) laughed quietly to herself.

“You’re still nervous about that?” She asked, and he ignored the question, pretending to be too focused on the road to hear her.  “Stiles,” The girl reached over and set her hand on his on the wheel.  He removed it, holding onto her significantly smaller hand on the center console.  “You’ve got nothing to be so anxious about, didn’t I already prove that to you?”

“Yeah, but like, I mean-”

“Stiles,” She squeezed his hand, getting him to take a breath.  “Really, if there was an issue, I would’ve found some other way to work around it”

“Like what?” He asked, casting her a quick side glance.

“I don’t know,” She shrugged and pursed her lips as she thought.  “Keep it a secret, I guess”

“Like Romeo and Juliet?” Stiles smirked to himself at the idea.  Daydreaming for a moment about sneaking out of her bedroom window late at night, or early in the morning.  Quick glances and kisses when no one would see, pushing boundaries of just how much they could get away with while the others were around.

“What are you fantasizing about?” (y/n) asked, grinning knowingly as Stiles’ face flushed with pink.  She giggled, knowing perfectly well where his mind had gone.  “Dream all you want, but we’re lucky we’re not in that kind of situation”

“Oh I know,” Stiles said, leaning over to quickly kiss her cheek.  “I’d much prefer getting to to that whenever I feel like it” (y/n) smiled, a blush rising to her cheeks at his charisma.

“Yeah I prefer that too” She mused quietly.

The drive to the McCall house wasn’t much longer, but they sat quietly and just enjoyed the other’s company.  Holding hands, which wasn’t that new, but it was nice.

“Thanks for the ride,” (y/n) said when he parked in her driveway.  But Stiles raced out of the car, slamming his door as he got to her side before she could open her door, and he whipped it open for her.  “Stiles,” She said with a pointed look and a laugh.  “You know you don’t have to get my door every time, right? This isn’t a 90’s film”

“I know,” He said sheepishly, taking her hand as she stepped out, holding her shoes in her other hand, and her phone in her pocket.  “I just want to”

“You’re the cutest,” She mumbled, mostly to herself as he walked her to the door.  “Sorry I couldn’t stay tonight,” She told him, pausing at her door, not quite ready to go in yet.  “Maybe tomorrow night though? If you’re free?” She asked hopefully.  “We could order in, and I’ll even watch Star Wars with you if you want”

Just from the look Stiles gave her, she knew he was going to make a smartass comment.

“Are you asking me on a date?” He asked, and she rolled her eyes, punching his arm mildly.  “You want me to go on a date with you? You want to date me?”

“Stiles,” She laughed but waited for him to be done so he could just answer her.  “Come on, stop being a little shit and just answer me” She said lovingly.  He smiled at her, leaning down and kissing her happily.  “Is that a yes?” She asked, fingertips grazing his chin, before hooking her index finger under it, keeping him in place there, just a few inches away.

“That, is a fuck yes” He said, making her smile before standing up on the tips of her toes to kiss him again, hands splaying across his cheeks, but they fell to his shoulders as he practically swept her off of her feet with his last kiss.  (y/n’s) knees nearly buckled and she whined just a bit against him.

When they parted, she smiled nervously, panting a little bit.  Stiles just grinned at her, proud of himself for getting her to react this way to him.

“That was a hell of a goodnight kiss” She mumbled, hands sliding to his chest, and Stiles was still beaming at her.

“Goodnight, (y/n)” He said softly, tucking her now messy hair back behind her ears.

“Goodnight Stiles” She whispered back, stepping away from him to pick up her shoes that she’d dropped sometime when he’d kissed her.  She smiled at him before heading to her door, unlocking it and about to head inside.

“Hey, (y/n/n)?”

“Hm?” She hummed as she looked back at him, waiting to close the door.

“I love you”

She smiled widely at him, all teeth and unable to help herself.

“I love you too” She said back, without a single doubt or moment of hesitation in her.

“Who is that?” Melissa called from inside.

Stiles gave her a wide grin before booking it back to his car, waving goodbye and blowing a dramatic kiss before driving off.  (y/n) giggled as she shut the door, excited to tell Scott and her mom about the end of her night.

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Can you please do ❛ you better watch your fucking mouth with Dylan?? And we’re all ready to be destroyed by the Dylan smut trashy 😉

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This sounds like it's gonna drag me down a naughty trail. I never really know though, so let's find out together! Warnings for smut. These are smut prompts ;)

P.S. I got this same prompt for Stiles, so I hope the anon that requested it is okay if it's for Dylan <3

P.P.S. I still have a few requests sitting in my inbox that I will eventually write, but this is the last one I'll be doing until I get the next chapter of FAFLA done :)

Prompt list HERE

Steamy Stary Night

A cool night, a hot soak, and even hotter company. What could be better? You know those moments where you think real life actually has a chance at measuring up to fantasy? This was one of those times. You were still in the house wrapped up tight in a fluffy white robe, looking out at Dylan on the stone patio taking the cover off the hot tub. He had a towel slung low around his waist, but you knew there was nothing underneath.

You were desperate already. You made it too easy for him, but you didn't care. You could count on one finger the number of times you'd actually made him really work for it. You sighed as you tipped your head, staring at the round curve of his ass as he bent over to set the cover down.

He dusted off his hands and turned to the house. To you. He smiled in that perfectly sexy lopsided way that he knows undoes you and beckoned you with a curled index finger.

You smiled back, slid open the patio door, and stepped outside.

The air was brisk, a slight breeze licked goosebumps up your arms from your exposed wrists to your shoulders. The sun had long set, and the hazy deep blue of the sky above was speckled with only a few of the galaxy's brightest stars, those vibrant enough to fight off the bright lights of L.A.

"Don't you look cozy," Dylan hummed, looking you up and down as he walked toward you. He opened his arms and you stepped into them.

"So do you..." you said, resting your cheek against his bare chest while he wrapped you up in a tender hug.

He pressed a kiss into your hair and then another to your forehead before you pulled back from him to look up into his eyes. He brushed an errant hair that had fallen out of the messy bun on your head behind your ear. His tongue wet his lips before he reached up to cup your cheeks in his palms.

God. He could still make your stomach flutter with the way he looked at you before a kiss. The way his warm eyes softly flick between yours? The flutter of his long lashes that accompanied the few languid blinks before he leaned in? He weaponized that shit. It was enough to make you feel like a silly schoolgirl with a crush on the boy in math class two rows over.

The kiss was as satisfyingly perfect as they all were. The way he held you, the way he leaned into it with his whole body, the soft exhaled little moans he offered when you kissed him back in earnest, all of it made you feel like a lottery winner. How did you get so lucky? What in the hell did you do in a past life to deserve this? You must have been a goddamn Saint.

His large hands splayed across your lower back when he finally pulled away from your kiss. "Come on," he said with a smirk, taking your hand in his and leading you toward the spa that was billowing with steam.

He'd taken the time to turn on the hanging lights that draped across the fence on the far side of the yard, and a few candles sat lit on the patio next to the tub. There was a bottle of wine in an ice bucket next to them along with two crystal glasses.

Letting go of your hand, he walked around to the step into the spa and unfurled the corner of his towel, letting it drop to his feet. The glow of the water and steam lit his perfectly naked body and it sent an electric little ripple through you.

You watched as he sank down into the water, the surface of it lapped against his waist just above his navel as he stood in the deepest part of the hot tub. "Gonna leave me in here all alone, huh?" he hummed, smiling up at you, holding out his hand.

You looped your finger into the tie of your robe and undid the loose knot. You curled into it one last time before you slid it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

The little appreciative sound of Dylan's breath catching in his throat made you blush. His hungry gaze roamed over you and the swell of warmth it sent through you had you feeling like you were already soaking in the hot water.

You stepped down into the tub and took his hand.

He guided you to a seat and then leaned over the edge of the tub to fill the two glasses of wine. Then, he drifted back over to you, handing you one as he settled into the seat next to you.

"Such a nice night..." he whispered, resting his head on the headrest of the corner seat, and then took a long sip of his wine.

You nodded in agreement, looking at him rather than the sky. "Beautiful."

The two of you sat together, hands entwined beneath the surface of the gently bubbling water. Neither of you felt the need to speak as you just soaked in the warmth of each other's presence that was so perfectly complemented by the soothing water.

When you'd both finished your wine and set the glasses aside, Dylan grinned and pulled you into him until you were gliding up into his lap in the large corner seat of the tub.

You were straddled over his thighs, relishing the way it felt when his hands glided down from your waist to cup your ass before he gave it a firm and needy squeeze. You ground down into him a little before he leaned forward and captured your lips in his.

The kiss was hungry, it had an aggressive edge. He nipped and sucked on your lower lip, his greedy hands roaming and groping what he could reach.

You softly moaned his name when he separated his mouth from yours long enough to allow it, and the reaction you felt ripple through was so fucking intoxicating.

His fingertips dug into your skin as his grip tightened, and the low little growl he made before he latched onto the pulse point of your throat to leave a dusky little mark made you feel like the last meal of a death row prisoner. It was empowering to know you could undo him too. That he might want you almost as desperately as you always wanted him. Almost.

You knotted your fingers into his hair and sighed at the way his stubbled cheeks roughed up the skin of your shoulder and throat. The feeling of his tongue tracing up the tendon of your neck made you shudder. You rolled your hips into him, feeling how hard he was when he rutted up between your legs. Your head fell back and you looked up at the night sky. At the moon and those tenacious little stars, seeing a few more when Dylan's teeth gnashed and nipped at your throat.

"Mmm," he hummed, sucking a last little kiss into your skin before he looked up at you. His lips were glistening and plump and curled up in a devious little smirk. His grip on you loosened enough for you to sneak out of his grasp.

It was your turn to do a little damage. "Stand up," you said, crouching in front of him in the middle of the tub.

"But...but it's cold out there..." Dylan whined, smiling as he floated toward you a bit.

You moved back out of his reach. "I'll make it worth it..." you whispered, before your lips spread into a mischievous smile.

Dylan's eyes narrowed a bit, and his lips hung parted for a moment before he spoke. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "Promise."

Dylan huffed out the tiniest little laugh, his tongue prodding at the inside of his lower lip, brows flashing up his forehead. Then he rose up out of the water, steam rippling the air around his skin as it cooled in the evening air.

You couldn't help but stare. The water ran down his body, pooling a bit in his belly button before it spilled down into the coarse hair beneath it. When he leaned against the edge of the tub, your eyes roamed over his length, the feeling of thirst overwhelming you as you watched the water dripping from its tip.

"Not gettin' any warmer here," he teased.

You shook your head and drifted back into his space, settling on your knees on the seat in front of him. You leaned in close and let out a long breath along the length of him before you paused at his tip. "Shut up," you whispered before you sealed your lips around him.

Dylan's hand moved from where it had been resting on the edge of the tub alongside his hip to cup your ear. "Shit..." he breathed out in appreciation, his fingers knotting into the damp hair on the back of your head.

You smiled around him, pleased with yourself, knowing how good he felt when his erection flexed a bit in your mouth. Then you took him deeper, pressing your tongue to the vein as you sucked your cheeks. You relaxed your throat and slowly took him all the way to the base.

"H—Holy fuck..." he stuttered, his grip in your hair tightening, holding you in place while his hips thrust forward just the tiniest bit. "So good..."

When you felt the tension in his fingers ease, you pulled back up his length and then dipped forward again, increasing the pace as your tongue traced little patterns on the thick vein that pulsed beneath his length with each pass of your lips.

"You're...gonna make...make me cum," he whispered, his thumb tracing along your cheek.

You pulled away enough to speak. "That's kinda the point..." you teased, flicking your tongue along the slit of him, savouring the salty taste.

Dylan let out a little laugh that was choked off when you sucked the tip of him back into your mouth. "But... I wanna fuck you first..."

Those words sent a ripple of pleasure through your body. Your lips trembled and you looked up at him.

Dylan smiled and gripped himself in his palm before he pulled free of your lips with a little pop. Then he took your hand in his and pulled you up out of the water and into a bruising kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth and you kissed him back with just as much determination to please.

With a final greedy nip at your lower lip, his hands gripped tightly at your waist and he swapped your positions and then spun you around so your back was pressed against his chest. He held you to his body, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear, his length prodding at your low back.

"You gonna make me feel good?" you asked, turning your head toward him, looking up at him as you wet your lips.

"Mhm," he hummed, rolling his hips into you as his hand kneaded at one of your breasts.

Your eyes fluttered closed. "Gonna fuck me?"

"Yes."

You smiled, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. "What the fuck are you waiting for then?"

Dylan let out a breathy little laugh in your ear. "You better watch your fuckin' mouth..."

"Or what?"

"Or...I'm gonna make you scream so goddamn loud you wake the fuckin' neighbours."

You groaned and rolled your head against his collarbone. "Fuck the neighbours..."

Dylan licked a long line up the side of your throat before he tensed and grabbed your wrist, pushing you away enough to pin it to your lower back before he bent you forward over the edge of the hot tub, water sloshing out over the stone patio that was flush with it.

You splayed your free hand out in front of you and looked back at him over your shoulder.

"You're fuckin' shameless..." he said, as you watched him grip himself in his strong hand and line himself up with your entrance.

You grinned and braced yourself before you said what you knew would provoke him. "And you're still not fucking me..."

The little snarl that curled his lip before he slammed himself into you was one of those perfect little microexpressions that nearly drove you insane. His grip on your wrist that he still had pinned behind you was almost painfully tight. He rolled his hips when he was buried all the way inside you, his body flush with yours.

"Better?" he said before he pulled out and fucked into you again.

"Fuck!" you gasped, your fingertips curling around one of the rough stones of the patio, your cheek falling to rest on the back of your hand.

"That a yes?" he asked, unmoving.

You pressed back into him in a silent plea for him to keep going, but he remained still.

"Uh uh..." he reprimanded. "If you want it so bad, I want you to beg for it..."

You heard him draw in a sharp breath, his fingers around your wrist opening and then gripping tightly again. "Dylan..."

"Dylan, what?"

"Please, Dylan..." You swallowed the tension that had your mouth watering and tightened yourself around his length, squeezing him inside you before you gave him what he wanted. "Please...fuck me."

He practically growled out a breath as he released his punishing grip on your wrist and grabbed your waist in his hands before he started thrusting into you so hard and fast it took your breath away.

You braced yourself on the edge of the tub, gasping out his name and half-formed expletives as each jolt of his hips pushed you closer and closer to the sweet release you were starving for.

"Mmm," he hummed, one hand reaching up to grab your breast and pinch your nipple before he gripped it tightly over your shoulder so he could fuck you even deeper.

"Holy shit!" you called out as the slight change in angle had each one of his thrusts driving right into your g-spot.

"That's right...scream for me..." he praised before he spanked your ass so hard you knew the red welt in the shape of his perfect hand would be there long enough for you to appreciate it later.

His pace quicked when you started letting out a near-constant stream of moaned curses between the sloshes of water that were spilling out and soaking your hands. He was close to, you could feel it in his rhythm, hear it in the catches in his breath, and you wanted to pull him right over the edge with you.

"Dyl—" you gasped, feeling the first threads of your release starting to unravel. "Please...I'm gonna come!" You looked back over your shoulder at him, desperate to see his face, to see if he was as gone as you felt.

He moaned your name, his stuttered thrusts becoming so erratic you knew he was right there. "Me too...fuc— Gnh!"

The feeling of him spilling into you, of his jarring hips, and the sound of his gasped cries of your name did you in. You came so hard you thought you might blackout. Little blue specks of light flashed across your vision as you spiraled through the throes of release, all the while Dylan was still gently fucking himself through his own.

When the two of you finally separated and slid back into the warm water next to each other, Dylan pulled you in under his arm and pressed a kiss into your hair, still a bit short of breath.

You reached up and pulled the hand that was looped over your shoulder to your lips to press a kiss to it. "I think you might have been the one to wake the neighbours," you teased.

He chuckled, looking down at you. "Fuck the neighbours."

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Teen Wolf Rewrite Masterlist

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SEASON 1

Tiny teaser. 

The tell.

Heart monitor: Part 1, Part 2.

Night School.

Lunatic.

Wolf’s bane.

Co-Captain.

Formality-Breaker

SEASON 2

Omega.

Shape Shifted.

Ice Pick.

Abomination.

Venomous.

Frenemy.

Restraint.

Raving.

Party Guessed.

Fury.

Battleplan.

SEASON 3

Tattoo.

Chaos Rising.

Unleashed Fireflies.

Frayed.

Motel California.

Current Visionary.

The Girls Who Knew Too Much.

The Overlooked.

Alpha Pact.

Lunar Ellipse.

Anchors.

More Bad Than Good.

Galvanize.

Illuminated Silver-Riddled.

Letharia Vulpina.

Echo House.

The Fox, The Wolf and De-Void.

The Insatiable Divine Move.

SEASON 4

The Dark Moon.

117.

Muted.

The Benefactor.

I.E.D.

Orphaned.

Weaponized.

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WHO’S TAKING REQUESTS FOR A DOB FF??? I NEED TO REQUEST SOMETHING

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I leave this here…

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From enemies to lovers- Dylan O'brien

In which y/n doesn't really get along with her co-star, Dylan

Disclaimer - very long, I'm sorry, smut (it was my first time writing it, please be gentle, I'm sensitive to criticism), curse words

Italics - acting

Gif not mine

It was amazing working on Teen Wolf with all the people involved. I made great friends here and a new family was formed. Even tho i came in this show at once with Cody, who plays Theo, because i play his love interest, i feel like I've been playing this show since the beginning, since they all greeted us with such warmth. At first, obviously, i was pretty close to Cody since we were both the "new ones". We weren't actually new, because we've all seen movies of one another, it was just weird to get in the middle of a on going show and act like everyone is already your friend. After a few days, we all grew close to each other. Maybe all except for one.

Dylan and i don't get along at all. It's not like something had happened. I think it was just a mutual thing. When we first saw each other, it felt like a heavy rock above my head and ever since then i feel like he is the most arrogant person I've ever met. Holland was the first one to notice something was off with us and yet, when she asked us why, neither of us could give her an answer.

"Hey, watch out!", i yell towards Dylan as my football ball flies too high and almost reaches his head

"If you don't know how to play, leave it", he yelled back and left the ball to fall a bit further from where he was standing, leaving the trailer parking lot to the set

"Asshole", i say under my breath and make Tyler Posey and Hoechlin laugh. I smirk as well and wait for Posey to pick up the ball so we could continue playing

"Don't bother, nothing's gonna change between you two." he says as he throws the ball to Tyler

"Yeah i can see that. I mean, i saved his life and he's still an asshole", i catch the ball and keep it in my arms. "I tried to be nice the whole week.",i throw the ball to Posey, who catches it immediately and copies my hold of the ball

"You mean you were nice when you yelled at him at lunch that the last piece of banana bread was yours and when he ate you, you drank his whole vitamin water that he actually needed?"

"Or when he was on set and he had a really serious scene and you came up with the idea to go amd scare him along with Shelley? By the way, i liked those masks", H laughed and I tried to process the fact that i may have not been that nice after all.

"Ok, yeah, maybe you're right. I'll think of something. We're already on our 5 last episodes, i don't want to end this season with us still fighting over God knows what", i nervously bite my lip and put the ball next to a trailer after Samantha, Jeff's assistant tells us to head on set for filming.

"So, i have a slight change in this episode. It is last minute, i know, but i also know this 4 of you who are involved in the change can memorise new lines in half an hour. So, three of the actors who should've played this scene cannot make it here for this episode, i also changed some lines for tomorrow, since we're greeting them later that day. Now, i need Dylan O'brien, Susan, Cody and y/n to step forward. These are the new lines. Long story short, y/n, you and Stiles have to get something from Natalie Martin's office, but you can't get caught by her. As a distraction, since you're teenagers, you will act like the both of you didn't find another room to-"

"You want us to have sex in the office?", Dylan asks, frowned, holding the page of the new scenario

"No, not really. The idea is: y/n is on the desk, you're between her legs and you're kissing, but when you hear the door opening, you're going to put your hand under her skirt so it would look like an ongoing thing", Jeff says and i laugh, looking towards Dylan. He looks back and i shrug my shoulders, and his frown disappears. Dylan nods and tells Jeff that he understood the new assignment. We all took a 30 minute reading session, trying to memorise the new lines. Not gonna lie, the scene lools hilarious and it's much better than the drama that was supposed to happen.

After those 30 minutes expired, i went to the dressing room with Shelley, as she wanted to pick me an outfit, which made Krista, our "designer" a little mad. She chose a black short and loose skirt, which easily highlighted my round bum and defined my waist. As a top, Shelley chose a white, short and tight V-neck t-shirt, that stops right above my belly button. I took a pair of white AF1 and headed back on set, where the guys and Susan were already ready for shooting. Cody smirked when he saw me and i blushed, but i cheekily waved a hand through my hair, like a little diva. I always liked his flirty side and i always answered to it the same way. I guess this is how we got so close. Susan came next to me and put her hand on my back, saying that i look really beautiful and that she would kill to have my age to wear an outfit like this.

I looked at Dylan who was checking me out, head to toe and toe to head. He rested his chin on his hand and sticked his tongue out to water his lips. I blushed and moved my head in another direction, so he wouldn't see that i noticed what he was doing.

"Please go back to your seats", Jeff yells from his chair and Dylan and I go to the beginning of the hallway.

"Try to survive next to me, will ya?", i make fun of him but his answer is cut off by Jeff yelling "action"

"Where do you think it is?", i turn my head to Stiles and dodge a freshman on the hallway

"You mean where is the list that contains the seven deadly werewolves known in Beacon Hills?", Stiles asks sarcastically as ever and i roll my eyes before i stop in the middle of the hallway, other teenagers passing by

"No, the list with the seven deadly sins. Of course that one, dumbass", i sarcastically answer and add a little extra with the dumbass, which Dylan answers to by giving me an annoyed look. I hold back a smile and continue walking with him, until we reach Natalie's office door.

"Didn't Lydia mention something about her mom doing a lot of research lately? You know, like the most known witches, or if vampires are real, type of stuff?", i ask and i come a little closer to Stiles, so i could talk to him without being heard by other people." I know it's illegal, but"

"Oh, my God no!", Stiles stops me before i finish my idea. "we're not breaking in. I saw my dad way too many times this week. Only at school", he throws his hands everywhere and i dodge one of his hands that almost hit me, which I'm not sure was on purpose or not.

"No, silly. We're not breaking in. Because... I have a copy of that key"

"You have what?", he asks in disbelief and even tho it's just acting, i find him really cute

"Yeah well, you know how Malia was failing her exams last semester?", i waited for him to nod so i could continue, "i made a copy of that key so i could go inside and change some of her grades on Natalie's computer.", i bite my lip, as scripted and Dylan stares at my lips, stuttering for a moment. I try not to smirk so i fake scratching my cheek, so i could hide my reaction.

"Wow, you're such a devoted friend. You know, in return, she would want to eat you"

"It would be my pleasure", i snap back and give Stiles the books i had in my arms so i could find the key to the office. Once i find it, i quickly unlock the door and enter when nobody seems to be paying attention.

"Oh wow we really did that. Lydia's going to kill us. Or maybe just you, she likes me", Stiles says as he's already searching for the piece of paper.

"Keep saying that to yourself Stilinski", i laugh and help him with the stack of papers from her desk.

We quickly go through hundreds of papers, until i finally reach for the one.

"I got it!", i happily raise it in the air and we both freak out when we see through the window from the door that Natalie is approaching fast.

"That's not good. Here, i know", Stiles says and starts to throw on the floor some papers, ignoring my desperate voice. "Sit here", he demands and i jump on the desk and he comes in between my legs. I shiver when his hands get on my lower back, but they're so back that he actually touches my ass. I blush at the sudden close space between us and I'm taken aback by his lips, that crush hungrily on mine. As i remember, this desire of kissing me wasn't in the script. I take a moment to realise how soft his lips are and what a great kisser he is. Stiles moves his hands on my thighs, dragging me on the desk so i could be closer to him. I moan softly when i reach him, my inner thighs touching his waist. The moment is perfect for him to stick hia tongue in my mouth and i take it happily. Stiles let's out a breath when my tongue is fighting for dominance with his. He pulls away, making me ache at the sudden stop. We make eye contact and i know it's his way of asking if it's ok for him to put his hand in between my thighs. I blink once and he gets the message, and he starts sliding his fingers under my skirt, very close to my area, and starts kissing my neck in the same time. Stiles places a few wet kisses on all my sweet spots, which causes goosebumps all over my body. He slightly touches my inner thigh with his index finger, looking deep into my eyes, before crashing his lips against mine again, more passionately than before. He wastes no time in using his tongue now, thing that makes me go crazy and i involuntarily drag him by the collar of his shirt and make him lean over the desk. The door shuts open and Natalie is there, shocked, looking how we're making out on her desk. We both stop and try to act surprised and shocked.

"What are you two doing here? For the love of God, Maya, get down", Natalie asks and crosses her arms at her chest

"We're sorry, we were just trying to find a spot", Stiles scratches the back of his neck and i look from him to her and from her to him

"How did you even get in here?"

"Oh, it was unlocked. That's why we used it", i say eagerly and motion to the door so Stiles could get the idea of leaving. We're sorry, again "

"Weren't you dating that guy? The new guy? Raeken?", she asks and i palm my forehead, oh yeah, one little forgotten detail

"Please don't tell him", i say with a high pitched voice, which makes her roll her eyes. She closes the door and we hear her wondering how long will it take her to get all the papers on the desk.

As we get further from the office, Stiles takes the list out and we start checking it out. Before we take a right on the hallway, Theo appears and grabs Stiles by the collar.

"Why were you kissing my girlfriend?", he asks angrily and i try to make him to let go of stiles

"Did your chimera senses tell you that? Or the toxic relationship you two have?"

"I can kill you right now and i don't have to be a chimera to do it", Theo says and slams Stiles on the lockers, freeing him

"Babe, that's enough, we got the list", i say and Jeff yells "cut". We immediately relax amd Cody apologises to Dylan for hitting him.

"Hey", Dylan approaches me at my trailer, as i was inhaling the midnight fresh air, trying to clear my thoughts

"What are you doing here?", i ask surprised

"I live 2 trailers aways, is that really a question?", we both laugh slightly and look at each other for a few moments. "It was nice today"

I tense when i hear him say that and i feel a sudden change of temperature.

"Yeah, it was. I appreciated your little 'ask', before you went in between my legs", i laugh and i immediately blush. And i think he did too

"Don't make it sound so outrageous", Dylan laughs and looks at me, checking for a certain reaction. "I'm sorry for being a jerk. I'm just.. I don't know. You came along and I'm in this weird place, relationship wise, and i knew i would fall in love with you. I tried to be as far away from you as possible.. I just got out of a long-term relationship and having you around made things complicated. Oh my Gosh it's so hard explaining ", he rambles a lot and arranges his hair nervously.

"Breath, and then continue. Take it slowly", i assure him and i put my hand on his knee

"I've seen you in every movie you ever starred in. You've been my celebrity crush for a while now and seeing you here makes me fall in love with you. And i don't think I'm ready for that. I know you're going to say that maybe we wouldn't even have gotten to that point, but i know i would've had. I know that at some point i would've taken you out on a date, i would develope feelings, maybe you too for me, but i would've ended everything because I didn't feel prepared. ", he inhales deeply and all i do is grab his face and kiss him hard.

Dylan is taken by surprise, but kisses me back instantly and slides his tongue in my mouth. I moan at the soft feeling and i deepen the kiss as well. I motion him to stand up amd he does so. I follow him and we get inside my trailer, where he quickly finds the bed and sits on it. He grabs my waist and pulls me on his lap. I obey immediately and as i sit down on him, i take off my t-shirt. He gasps when he sees my pastel pink lace bra, and immediately starts kissing my breasts. I moan loudly when he starts kissing on my collar bone and neck. Itake off his t-shirt and i push him on the bed, as i start kissing and biting on his soft neck skin.

"So you're fine with everything?", he asks breathing heavily

"More that fine", i say as i leave a trail kf kisses on his abs. I get to his pants and start undoing them, but as I'm about to pull the down, his hand reaches my chin and he motions it up so i could see him

"No, don't do that. I want you now, y/n."

I gasp when i hear his words and he starts kissing me again. His lips feel so amazing on mine, the years of experience on the screen showing their perks. He bites my lip softly and i get on top of him, rocking my hips on his hard member. He moves his hands on my ass and i smile into the kiss when he squeezes them.

"Just like that babe", i moan loudly at his words and melt in his embrace. Dylan grabs me and switches positions. He's on top of me, quickly taking off my skirt and he also takes care of his jeans. "Fuck, you look amazing"

"Am i good enough to get fucked good enough?", i ask innocently and Dylan's pupils dilated

"You're not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. This is how good you are and look", he quickly takes of my panties and i take off my bra. He gasps at the sight of my naked body and i bite my lip.

"Your turn", i smile and i look down at his boxers, his length being well shaped by the tight boxers. He was right when he said I won't walk the next day.

Dylan takes his boxers off painfully slow, but i have time to adjust my sight to the sight of his dick. He chuckles, realising how surprised i am.

"Do you mind of you go slowly? It's been a while", i plead, making eye contact with him. The lust in his eyes was undeniable and i was melting under him. I needed him. He kissed me shorty

"Of course. Tell me what you want or need. I'm gonna give you that", Dylan kisses my neck while he positions himself at my entering. He runs a finger between my folds, making me squirm under his touch at the sudden action. "Babe, you're so ready to take me". My eyes widen at his words, and i get turned on even more.

"Dylan, please", i plead again and a smile appears on his face

"Say my name again, babe"

"Dylan..", that's all it takes for him to put it in. The feeling of the bare skin makes us both moan loudly into each other's mouths and Dylan is eager to enter me all at once.

I gasp when he's half way in and he stops moving until i adjust to his width.

"Move", i say and he immediately resumes his entering. When he is fully in, he starts moving slowly, making both of us go crazy. As if he heard my thoughts, he takes it all out and puts is back in all at once, pounding in me. He grabs my hips and pins me onto the bed with his hands, as he is also holding himself up. "Fuck, right there", i say as he reaches the best angle to hit my g-spot.

"y/n, Gosh, you make me go so fucking crazy", Dylan moans in my ear. He stops and slips it out of me and he gives me a sign to turn around, on my all four. I position myself and he grabs my hips to get me closer to him. "You ready?", he assures and i nod. I grab the frame of the bed when he enters me nonchalantly. I hold onto it while the sound of our skin touching each other gets me closer and closer to the edge. "You're so wet for me", he moans and slaps one of my cheeks. As he said that, i really feel my juices coming down my inner thighs.

"Dylan, you're going to make me cum", i cry out as his length keeps finding its way deeper and deeper inside me. "Don't stop"

Dylan's grip on my hips tightens and i know I'll have bruises in the morning. His thrusts become sloppier and messy and i feel him harden inside me, signaling he's close too.

"I need you to fill me up", i moan as one hand chockes me, pulling my body closer to his chest. I start riding him from that position as well, our actions meeting in the middle, creating a much greater sensation

"I want you to drown me as you come for me babe", Dylan's voice is raspy, demanding. He moves one of my legs so they're creating a tighter spot for his dick. "Fuck, just like that. Oh yeah"

I rock my ass on his shaft as one of his hands is still around my neck and one is holding my breast. I lose it when his hand travels down my body and starts playing with my clit.

"Say my name, I'm so close babe"

As i hear his words, i feel myself getting to the edge.

"Dylan, baby.. Fuck, I'm cuming", my body starts shaking, making it impossible for my legs to still keep steady. "Dylan, please, i need you", i say as i drop back on tje bed and Dylan holds my ass up as he thrusts harder and harder in me. With a loud groan, i feel him cuming, his hot load driving me crazy. He collapses next to me, breathless and sweaty.

"i would've done the same on that desk", he says and we both laugh

"i think we should try it next time"

[zouchu]

Interviewer: What turns you on?

Yoongi: Sleep.

[xoxokiaraaxoxo]

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

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[hepaidattention]

Scott and Stiles were the premise of Teen Wolf. 

They were the HEART of Teen Wolf.

The show wasn’t about a kid whose life got turned upside down when he got turned into a werewolf.

The show was about two friends whose lives got turned upside down when one of them got turned into a werewolf.

They were two sides of one coin. 

Scott was sweet and selfless and caring. He trusted everyone and sometimes his desire to trust everyone made his loyalties in other relationships falter. Scott saw the good in everyone. He made the best out of everything. 

Stiles was sarcastic and snarky and a little selfish. He didn’t trust anyone at first and his loyalty to his friends and family constantly put him in the way of danger and death. Stiles saw the bad in everyone. He always pointed out the worst case scenario of everything. 

Together though, when together they balanced each other out. Scott showed Stiles the good and Stiles showed Scott the bad. When Scott was blinded by his overwhelming optimism, Stiles showed him logic and sense. When Stiles was blinded by his overwhelming pessimism, Scott showed him trust and faith. 

Stiles was also bold and fearless and strategic. 

Scott was also gentle and courageous and thoughtful.

Scott acted with his heart (though not always rational).

Stiles acted with his mind (though not always rational).

Scott was still and calming and peaceful.

Stiles was always moving and anxious and energetic.

They were the perfect balance. 

I could hardly finish s6b because it was so hard to watch without Stiles, and I remember thinking how silly I was for not being able to watch the show I love because of one missing character. But I realized that Stiles wasn’t just one character. Without Stiles, Scott didn’t feel whole. Without Stiles, it felt like one half of the soul of the show was missing. 

That’s why the movie has to have Stiles. Not because I have to have Stydia (though that would be ideal, considering they spent an entire half season on making them cannon). Not because I think Dylan O'Brien is hot (which he is so so so so so amazingly hot good god). 

No it’s because without Stiles, it will feel like a whole piece is missing. Without Scott’s other half, it will just feel pointless. 

End of ted talk. 

[just-jordie-things]

Motel California - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 3804 warnings: swearing and sort of attempted suicide summary: the motel california was famous for their suicide records.  what isn’t as well known, is that they’re also known for driving supernaturals to the brink of insanity

The Motel California was a place of horrendous past, and it proved this time and time again.  With hunters who have been given the bite and refuse to live the life of abomination, and regular people who are overcome by themselves and couldn’t bear it any longer.  It was famed for having the most suicides,, and the number just kept ticking upwards.

You’d spent the night coaxing Isaac out from under his bed, eventually having to use a flare to get his attention.  It had taken nearly an hour of pleading to get him to snap out of it, and even then convincing him to get into bed and go to sleep.  You stayed with him until you were certain that was at peace, then went off to find the others.

Stiles had texted you, saying Boyd had a psychotic break and nearly drowned himself in the bathtub, but was fine now.  Allison had also texted you, something about an incident with Scott in the shower, you weren’t sure what had happened, but it didn’t seem as important.

“Stiles?” You called, roaming the balconies in search of any of your friends.  “Lydia? Allison?” You received no answer, and grew agitated that you were wandering alone.  This place gave you the creeps.  After a hasty search and a text to your friends, you paused, and tried to catch them by scent, but you couldn’t pick any of them up.  And you’d made sure you knew their scents by heart in case of emergency.

“Werewolf,” A voice growled, and you turned sharply to see a man standing there, not one you knew.  Your eyes were burning golden as you stared at him.  He was tall, and well built, but the primary thing you noticed was the hunting rifle he held in his hands.

“I’m-” You blinked harshly to get your eyes to revert to their usual color, and took a few hesitant steps backwards.  The man cocked his gun threateningly and stepped closer to you.

“An abomination” He finished in a snarl, and you looked around frantically for anyone who could help you, but still, you were alone.

“Look I-”

“No one’s here to help you,” The hunter went on.  “No one here who would want to”

“Things have changed,” You pleaded for him not to harm you.  “I haven’t hurt anybody, I’d never hurt anybody” Panic began to settle in your chest as he aimed his gun towards you.

“You’re still a werewolf,” He uttered.  “Still a monster”

You were impaired by the word, your breath catching in your throat as you stumbled back just slightly.

“You’re rabid,” He stated.  “And I’m going to put you down”

“No-!”

But your cry came too late, and his gun shot you, right in the abdomen.  You doubled over, grasping at your shirt and stomach, choked gasps coming from your lips as your eyes widened.  Though the strangest thing happened, when you pulled your hands from the painful wound, no blood covered you.

“Wh-what-?” As you looked up to the hunter, he had vanished.  And the pain went away.  This motel was really getting on your bad side.  And with a growl, you took off in search of your friends.

“Where the hell is (y/n)?” Stiles practically demanded Lydia, but the banshee gave him  a pointed look, and he took a different tone.  “She should be here, where did she go?”

“She’s likely still with Isaac, it’ll be alright” Lydia answered.  Stiles’ brow furrowed and he shook his head.

“No, no it’s been nearly two hours it couldn’t have taken this long-”

“Stiles, I’m going to need you to stop freaking out and help me find Scott and Allison,” Lydia said.  “We need to make sure they’re not losing it like everyone else here.  (y/n) will be fine, she’s a werewolf, and she can hold her own”

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded shakily.  “Yeah, you’re right, you’re right” He said, trying to get in the mindset Lydia seemed to be in.  (y/n) had proven time and time again that she could handle herself just fine, and didn’t need the help of others.

“After Boyd.. and Isaac, and Aiden…” Lydia trailed off, getting the chills just form the idea that something strange was going on here, but she couldn’t quite place what.  “I’m just… I’m worried, and I can’t quite put my finger on it,” She mumbled.  “I just feel like-”

“Lyd…” Stiles mumbled, eyes fixated on something, and the banshee turned to see what had taken his attention.  Her hands flew to her mouth as she saw Scott, surrounded by a puddle, holding a lit flare in his hand.

She couldn’t ignore the odor of gasoline.

“Oh- oh my God”

You couldn’t believe what had happened, how you’d survived that gunshot, or where the hunter that had shot you had gone.  Your mind became a haze of confusion and discomfort.

You weren’t aware that you’d been wandering until you realized how cold you were.  The autumn night breeze blew through the thin material of your shirt, and whipped your hair around.  Looking around, you realized you were higher than you were before, and no longer surrounded by railings and motel rooms.

It was dark outside, and being on the rooftop of the motel made you feel like you were in space, surrounded by the stars, and the sounds of the breeze.  You shut your eyes, allowing yourself a small smile.  

“This feels nice…” You mumbled, letting your legs carry you blindly.

“Good.  Glad while the rest of us are out searching for our friends, you’re out here having a good time!”

You turned to see Stiles had found you, and was clearly unhappy with you.

“Stiles, where’ve you been? I-I was looking for you” You told him, feeling relieved he was at least here now.

“Yeah.  Clearly” He spat back, and you physically winced, looking at him confusedly.  “Typical (y/n), never really wanting to be a part of things”

“What? What do you mean?” You asked, voice beginning to fail you.  “Stiles I was looking, there was a- a hunter-”

“Really, save it, I don’t care” Stiles said, heading back towards the stairs to go back into the building.

“Wait- no Stiles don’t-”

“I don’t get you (y/n)!” He snapped, and you were increasingly becoming more confused and hurt by his change in character.  “You just- you don’t fit in, with us, you’re a crooked piece of the puzzle- no, in fact, you’re a piece of a completely different puzzle!” He yelled exasperatedly.

“Stiles-” Your voice came out in a slight whimper, his words hit you hard, and you had no clue where this was coming from.  “Why’re you-”

“We just- we don’t work,” He said, staring down at you angrily.  Your mouth dropped open as your eyes begun to fill with tears.  “It’s never happening, we don’t fit”

It felt like he was talking about something much different now.

“Stop trying.  Never gonna happen (y/n), move on”

“Stiles,” You said quietly, wanting him to stop saying all these harsh things to you.  “Please, stop”

“Gladly” He spat, turning to leave again.  “Do us all a favor (y/n), and just go the fuck away”

With that he disappeared, leaving you alone to cry on the rooftop, in the cold.  Your arms wrapped around yourself in attempt for both warmth and comfort.  Sniffling and whimpering you looked around, but there was nothing but darkness around you.

You’d never felt a pain like this before.

“Here, bud,” Stiles said soothingly to Scott as he opened the door to the they were staying in.  “Why don’t you run a shower, I’ll figure out how to turn on the heat”

“Okay” Scott mumbled, wandering into the bathroom with slow movements.

“Are you good? I want to go check on (y/n), she should be back with the girls by now”

“Alright,” Scott replied with a nod, shutting the bathroom door.  “Good luck”

“Just… get some rest, alright? You really freaked me out” Stiles said through the door.

He never wanted to feel that fear again, watching his best friend nearly killing himself.

He made his way as quick as possible to where Lydia and Allison were staying, praying to God (y/n) stayed there and not in Isaac’s room.

When he got to the room, he didn’t think to text Lydia first to make sure they were still awake, instead rapping his fist on the door until she eventually opened it.

“Stiles, it is the middle of the night, I am tired, and I am ready to be done with this place-”

“Is (y/n) back?” He cut off the strawberry blonde’s rambling, but her face contorted in a tired confusion at his question.

“What? I thought she was staying with you?” She asked.

The goosebumps covering your skin were long forgotten as you sat on the edge of the building, looking down at the parking lot.  There were a few lights on outside, and a bright sign, although a few of the letters were burnt out.

You weren’t sure how long you’d sat there, but long enough to get used to the cold, and long enough to decide that you weren’t going back to your room.  Stiles had made it very clear that you weren’t wanted around them.  But you weren’t sure where to go from here.

Looking down at the pavement tree stories below you, something in your mind completely cleared, and you knew what you needed to do.

Unbeknownst to you, your eyes had been shimmering gold as you maneuvered yourself to stand up, still balancing on the edge of the building.

If this is… what he wanted…

You shut your glimmering eyes, fists clenching and releasing repeatedly.  Your nerves were completely on edge, but something told you this was right.

Do it… that something whispered.  Just take the step.

You swayed forward, eyes fluttering from the chilly wind, a few tears leaking out for other reasons.

And then the world went into slow motion.

“(y/n)!” A voice screamed, and a hand clasped around your arm so tightly you thought it might leave a bruise.  You were tugged back away from the edge of the building, and in a panic of confusion and fear, you were brought back to reality.

Glancing up quickly to see you had saved you from nearly killing yourself, a shaky sob of relief passed your lips.

“Stiles?”

“It’s okay oh-oh my God, you’re alright, it’s alright” He said, his hands framing your face as he looked you over.  Your bright eyes fading back to their usual color.

“Stiles-” You mumbled again but didn’t get the chance to say anything before he pulled you against him and hugged onto you tightly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, (y/n/n)” He kept petting your hair and squeezing your body.  “Are you alright? Are-are you okay?” He asked, pulling you back again to hold your face in his wobbly hands.

“Y-yeah yeah, yeah” You nodded your head rapidly.  “Let’s just- can we go inside?” You asked, stepping back from Stiles to wrap your arms around yourself.  He nodded, guiding you back to the stairs and taking you as quick as he could towards his and Scott’s room.

“Oh, here,” He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it over your shoulders.  “There,” He sighed, still walking you to his room.  “You’ve got to be freezing, how long were you up there?”

“I dunno” You shrugged your shoulders as Stiles went digging in his pocket for the room key.  You held the jacket around you tighter to keep warm as he opened the door.

“Why don’t you just… get in bed, try to warm up,” He told you, shutting the door behind you as you padded in, kicking your shoes off before crawling into bed.  The shower was running, and you figured Scott was in there, but didn’t put much more thought into it.  Too busy wrapping yourself in the poor quality blankets.

Stiles was cursing under his breath, trying to get the heat to kick on while you were shivering.  He was clearly in an unstable state, frantically hitting buttons as he swore at it, eventually kicking at the machine when it didn’t work.

“Oh for fuck’s sake come on-!”

“Stiles,” You called softly, and he swiveled around as soon as you’d spoken.  “It’s fine, I’ll warm up” You told him.  He groaned, kicking it again before giving up.  He looked back to where you were laying, holding onto the pillow you were laying on, and sighed, wandering over to sit on the edge of the bed.  He tried to stay off the blankets, and just sit on the sheet, so that if you needed more covers you’d have them.

“You want to talk about it?” He asked as gently as he could, hesitantly reaching out and setting a hand on your shoulder.

“I… I don’t even know how” You replied, finding it hard to look him in the eyes.  “Can I… can I ask you something”

“Yeah,” Stiles said, brows drawing together at the question.  “Yeah of course”

“Did you come see me? On the roof?” You asked him.  “Like before you… you know”

“No,” Stiles shook his head.  “I had no idea where you were, I didn’t even think to check the roof… until I just figured why not, you had me really worried I didn’t know where you could’ve gone and-” He stopped abruptly, realizing his voice had raised and he was speaking too fast.  “And… this place is… I don’t even know, it’s been messing with all our uh… werewolf friends… and I just didn’t want it to mess with you too”

You stared at him for a moment, expressionless, before maneuvering yourself to sit up next to him.  It took you a moment to speak, not sure what to say, but Stiles kept his hand on your shoulder and was patient for anything you had to say.

“Well I…” You licked your lips anxiously as you remembered what best you could.  “I saw you- actually not you, I must have hallucinated or something, but it was you, and… and you made it very clear that you did not want me around” You gave out a bitter chuckle, but Stiles only showed worry.

“I did?” He asked, not understanding why you would hallucinate that, why the motel would put you in that state.

“Yeah, said… said you don’t get me, and I don’t fit in and… I’m a different puzzle” You began to mumble and Stiles’ concern only worsened.

“What do you mean? Different puzzle?” He asked, angling his body to completely face you, his hand falling to your back to rub in circles.  You shrugged, finally looking up at him, your eyes sad, and your expression plastered to hide your feelings.

“And then you left,” You said quietly, almost under your breath.  “And I…”

Stiles sighed, and you shut your mouth.  He seemed genuinely hurt by this, his eyes shutting and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.  Now it was you looking at him apprehensively.  You shrugged his hand off of your back, taking it in yours and grasping lightly.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, I know it wasn’t you, I know it was mind decieving me, this… this place”

“I know just-” Stiles scoffed to himself, dropping his other hand from his face.  “You were going to-”

“No,” You shook your head, shifting closer so you’d gain his attention.  “No I’m not- I wasn’t- “ You took a pause, and waited for him to look you in the eyes.  “I’m fine, it’s not going to happen again.  It wasn’t me, it was this place”

Before Stiles could say anything, the bathroom door opened, and out walked Scott in his pajamas.  He took one look at you and Stiles, and let out a sigh of relief, rushing over to scoop you up off the bed and hug you tightly.

“They found you, are you alright?” He asked, squeezing you once more before letting you go.  “Did you…?” He trailed off, but you knew what he meant.

“Yeah… you?” You asked, even though he reeked of gasoline.  He nodded his head, and you gave him a sad smile before hugging him again.  “You’re alright?”

“Much better, just want sleep now” He said, and you released each other.  “But I’m gonna go get more blankets from the front desk… you guys…?” He pointed between you and Stiles, and you both nodded your heads.

“Yeah- yeah we’re good” Stiles rushed out, and Scott headed for the door.

“Alright.  If I’m not back in twenty, come looking for me” He said, and you both agreed with him, and he left.

“You want something to sleep in?” Stiles asked, nodding to your tee shirt and jeans, though you were still wearing his jacket.  You shook your head, shuffling back into the bed and under the covers, pulling them tight around you to regain your warmth.

“No,” You hummed.  “I’m comfortable enough” Stiles nodded, and got up.  He wandered around the room, and you watched as he messed around on his phone, tried again with the heater, and eventually went to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.

You were just laying there, looking at him when he came back out in sweats and a long sleeved shirt.  He looked comfortable.

“Are you gonna lay down?” You asked, and he looked at you in surprise.

“Wh-what?”

“Are you going to?” You asked again, motioning to the space in your bed.  “Where else will you sleep? The floor?”

He hesitated, but made his way around to lay in the open space, making you smile a small smile to yourself.

“Are you cold?” You asked, offering up some of your blanket.  He shook his head, but you tossed it over his body anyways.

“Would you have done it?” He blurted out, physically cringing as soon as he’d said it.  But you didn’t appear to take offense, understanding the question.

“I don’t know,” You answered honestly, exhaling and wondering for yourself what could have happened.  “But it doesn’t matter now, does it? You were there”

“I guess”

“You guess?” You chuckled and shook your head.  “Stiles, what’s got you all… like this?”

“Maybe because you nearly killed yourself?” Stiles snapped, and winced.  “Sorry, I’m sorry-”

“No don’t be,” You shook your head again, moving closer to him and adjusting your blankets.  “It’s alright, really,” You reassured, and took a second to let him think to himself.  “But it wasn’t real, and it’s not going to happen again”

“You know that?” He asked, lowering his volume as he stared at you intently.  You nodded your head.

“Yeah… I know that,” You answered, believing it completely.  “I’m here with you, I’m not going anywhere” You said with a shrug of your shoulders, like it was truly that simple.  Stiles couldn’t help his smile, though he tried.  You just looked at him, finally feeling warm, and safe.  You were certain that you’d never loved him more than right now.

“What?” He asked, catching her looking at him differently now.  “What?” He asked again when you didn’t say anything.  You just smiled softly, shaking your head.  Your eyes flickered over his features, how pretty he was.

“I don’t know…” You trailed off as you got lost in your thoughts.  Stiles was always gorgeous, but laying here with him was something entirely different than your simple attraction towards him.  He smiled a little bit, just the corner of his mouth lifting as his eyes flickered down.  A small laugh came out of him, and you laughed back.

Something told you he was wondering the same thing you were, but with the both of you giggling like nothing had gone wrong tonight, you weren’t sure anything was going to be said about it-

Stiles leaned over, his palm cupping your cheek and leading your lips up to his, in the matter of a second you had your arms wrapped around his neck and kissing him back.

This was certainly new.

You smiled when you parted, quirking an eyebrow at the boy.  “I wasn’t expecting that,” You said, Stiles stayed silent, not sure what to do next.  “But it was nice” You added, smiling a little bigger, letting out a breathless laugh.  He laughed too, really confused, and rather nervous.

“Sorry, I- I’m not sure what to do now” You smiled adoringly at his anxiousness.  

“Well either kiss me again or lay back down” You joked, and Stiles rolled his eyes, but pecked your lips once more before rolling back to his spot.

“Kinda wanted to do that for a while”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked at him.  “And what stopped you?”

“The obvious,” He said with a scoff of a laugh.  “We’re friends, I didn’t want to mess that up” You giggled at his answer, smiling brightly at him.

“Well, maybe I do” You said, and Stiles smiled back at you.  He wrapped his arm around your back, and tugged you closer to hug you.  You smiled still, pushing your face into his warm shirt.

There were a few knocks on the door before it opened and Scott walked in, dropping a few blankets on the end of your bed, smiling at the position you and Stiles were in.

“Wow guys, real inconspicuous” He winked at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Wish I could throw this pillow at you,” Stiles grumbled.  “You win this round”

You settled into the bed, your eyes slipping shut and the warmth of Stiles and the blanket enveloping her in sleepiness.

“Can I get the lights?” Scott asked, and you felt Stiles nodding back at him.  A few seconds after, the room was dark.  “G’night guys” Scott mumbled.

“Night” You hummed back, and Stiles wrapped his arms around you, holding you closely against him.  You sighed, breath fanning over his neck as you slid your hand up his chest, fingers curling slightly over the collar of his shirt, as though you were holding him in place.

“You okay?” He asked as quietly as he could, lips nearly brushing over the crown of your head.  You nodded just a little bit.

“If I get up, and I… hallucinate like that again? Will you snap me out of it?”

“Yeah, yeah of course, don’t worry about it” He told you, cupping your cheek in his palm.  “I’m gonna be here the whole time, nothing else is happening tonight”

You looked at him for a moment, before smiling.

You felt safe here, in his arms.

“You fit, (y/n),” He murmured in your ear, vanquishing all of your previous doubts from earlier tonight.  “We work,” You smiled at his words, your heartbeat steady and happy.  “Really well”

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[anxiousstark]

I’ve Been Waiting For You | Mitch Rapp

Warnings: PTSD and mentions of past trauma. Nothing hard to be honest.

Word Count: 1206

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE | MIATCHEMBER  | KO-FI

Mitch took shallow breaths as his fingers were interlocked with yours, clutching your hand tightly. You wanted to whine, his strength being surreal for you. But you held yourself, knowing all the intrusive thoughts that were strangling him.

"Mitch," Your soft voice was a mere whisper, but he had heard you, squeezing your hand to let you know that he needed a couple of minutes to calm down. "We don't have to take every step today." Your thumb rubbed the back of his hand. "We already stepped on the sand! And bare feet!" You couldn't see his beautiful eyes as his eyelids were tightly pressed against each other. "We can come back whenever you feel ready and take another step."

Mitch wanted to cry, feeling so loved in that terrifying moment. Since you met him, he has been working every day to be a better person. "I want to do it now." He opened his eyes, shifting his gaze to you.

"Baby," Your free hand went to his right cheek, softly caressing it, giving him even more comfort. "You are shaking. I don't want you to get sick." You pouted out of frustration. If Mitch Rapp had had a simple past, he wouldn't be so traumatized, wounded, and terrified. He always tried to hide his fear, but you knew better, knowing every sign that would let you know that he was having a hard time.

"I promise that if it gets worse, I will tell you." His free hand came up to your view, showing his pinky finger. You used to have that habit since you were a small child, and some people thought that you were too childish to ask for a promise to be sealed. Mitch did think you were fucking nuts and a strange woman the first time you asked for a pinky promise. But now, he was always asking for it, knowing that pinky promises were unbreakable for you.

You interlocked your pinky with his. "Alright." You offered him a smile, which disappeared quickly as he rapidly moved your body behind his when he heard some screams coming closer to where you guys were. "Mitch, baby. Look at me." When his nervous glance stared deep into your eyes, you placed your hand on his chest, a warning assuring him that he had to take deep breathes and relax. "They were just kids."

When Mitch's breath slowed down, he peered back, seeing four kids running around with water guns, laughing and giggling like crazy. If only he could enjoy the beach as much as they did. But even the slightest sound made him suffocate, thinking that he would lose the love of his life, again.

Your fiance nodded his head. You led him to a not-too-crowded space on the sand, placing your towels and bags there. Both of you sat on a big black towel, bodies squeezed together even though there was enough space. Your eyes were focused on him while he glanced around, observing how everyone was thrilled to be on the beach. He was able to distract himself, as he noticed that it was a wonderful day. The sun was shining at the right amount. The sand wasn't burning, and there was a dainty breeze that dried his sweat.

"Want to eat something?" He nodded his head, his gaze snapping to you. He watched as you sought inside the backpack, taking out some sandwiches and conserved fruit you had cut a couple of minutes ago before coming to the beach. You also took out two water bottles, handing one to him. "It's that lemon water you like." You offered him a grin.

A similar grin appeared on his mouth, and before you could take a bite of your sandwich, he leaned over, kissing you as hard as possible, which surprised you. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mitch Rapp." You pecked his lips, flustered.

"Wait until your dad knows that I'm on the beach." He chuckled, taking a bite of his sandwich and a big gulp of his lemon water. "He isn't going to believe it." He moved around, grabbing the bag from between your legs and searching for his phone. As soon as it was on his hand, his right arm placed itself on your shoulders. He took a photo of both of you. "Just in case he doesn't believe me."

It was true. He took the picture in case Stan wouldn't believe him. But Mitch had a little secret, something he was keeping from you. You would get to know that secret on your wedding, but Mitch Rapp was taking pictures of everything that terrified him or gave him negative feelings. Because in every one of those pictures he was with you, feeling safe and robust enough to fight two bears with his bare hands.

He smirked at the picture, putting his phone back into the backpack so he could try to enjoy his surroundings and to keep the phone from getting sand all over it. "Okay, I'm ready." He swallowed, glancing at you again. Your confused expression made him continue. "Water," He glimpsed back toward the sea. "I want to get into the water."

"Y-You sure?" He nodded his head, standing up and helping you do the same. His somewhat shaking hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. You tried not to drool at the sight of his glorious body, but it didn't work as he grabbed your jaw and neck, biting your lower lip. Flushing, you took off your light dress, revealing your swimwear. Mitch's jaw hung wide open, and he winked while whistling, making you fluster even more. "Stop." You giggled.

The tension came back as you both started walking to the water, stopping just before the water would graze his feet. "Okay, okay." He mumbled to himself, closing his eyes and stepping forward. His hand was tightly squeezing yours again.

"Mitch," He heard your voice, but it seemed so far. However, you were even closer than before. "Mitch!" Your tone sounded excited, and you clutched his hand even harder so he would open his eyes.

Slowly letting his eyelids open, he noticed his surroundings. You both were farther from the people back at the sand. And as he looked down, the water was up to his waist. His mouth was agape. He thought it would feel worse, that the water would come up as fast as possible, drowning him and making him remember all those horrible memories he was trying to push to the back of his head. "I-I did it?"

"Yes! Mitch you did!" You tried to jump from excitement, but the water made it a little challenging. "You fucking did it, baby!" You let his hand go to hold his face. Not a second thought before your lips were tightly pressed against each other.

"I did it!" His arms wrapped around your wait, swirling you the best he could. "Oh my god, I did it!" He was laughing so loud. "Baby, thank you so much." His lips touched every part of your face, and on the privates of your home, they would travel to other places, showing you how grateful and lucky he was to have you.

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