#dylan obrien fan fiction

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Can you make a dylan fic with a similar vibe to ‘sour’ your joseph fic? just basically needy sex and he takes care of her? 💓💓 you’re so talented and good at writing it’s crazyyyyy! 🤩🤩

Author's Notes: Thank you very, very much. You're incredibly kind. I actually had something similar written a bit ago, but never really intended on sharing. But, I started sharing my Dylan works a while ago, and this request came in...sometimes things fit nicely, and I like that. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Arguing/ Tension, Slight angst, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut*(established relationship, dom/sub relationship, choking, hair pulling, biting/ pinching, oral sex - female receiving, use of safe words - lights, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? YES! Requests are open!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

They were not having a good day.

She was having a hard day with her writing, and Dylan was frustrated. He felt shitty and there was no other soft, term to sugarcoat it. He just didn't feel like himself that day.

"Baby, I was going to order Thai food for dinner. What did you want?" She questioned as she stood in the living room while Dylan watched baseball.

"M'not hungry." Dylan mumbled as he kept his eyes low, and fixed on the television.

"You haven't eaten all day. What do you want, Dylan?" She sighed, asking once more a little firmer as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Don't. Alright? I'm not in the mood for your attitude." Dylan grunted with a glare.

"What attitude? God, Dylan!" She snapped before she stormed out of the room, but Dylan was hot on her heels. He might not have been in the mood for her attitude, but he was in the mood to argue.

"This. This attitude. You're being a fucking brat, and I'm not having it. Give me this." Dylan spat as he grabbed her phone from her hand and placed it down on the counter a little harder than she would have preferred.

"Dylan! That's my new phone!" She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest again, glaring at him before she went to reach for her device.

"You are in your fucking head all the time, and that's why you can't write anything right now. And then you project all your shit on me. I'm done with it." Dylan growled as he pushed her phone across the counter, out of her reach.

"Like you're so sunny to be around today, O'Brien." She scoffed with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her arms across her chest and accentuating her chest.

"Don't. Don't do that." Dylan warned as he pointed to her chest, watching her take deeps breaths in. He disliked when she talked back to him, but not as much as he liked it. He liked how her face got flushed, pupils dilated and breath uneven when she told him that he was, "a fuck". He liked it when she jammed her finger into his chest, all weak and with no force whatsoever, and then stormed off with that exaggerated sway in her hips.

"Don't stare at my tits then." She snapped as she went to turn on her heel, only to have him take hold of her wrist and tug her back against his chest.

"You know I'm more of ass man, sweetheart." Dylan mumbled as he held her wrist and looked her over.

"Well, watch this ass walk away. You don't get to play, O'Brien." She muttered as she pulled her wrist back and turned to storm away from him.

"I said, don't." Dylan growled as he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, sitting her on the island counter with a thud.

"You're asshole, O'Brien." She whimpered as she pulled his hair hard, making him groan.

"Well, you're a little brat and I'm not too fond of you today either. Did you at least get something done? Make your attitude worth it?" Dylan mumbled as he ran the palm of his hand over her collarbone to her throat, trying t keep his dominance as she rolled her body into his.

"Yes."

"Good. Are you going to be nice to me now?" Dylan grumbled as he gently flexed his grip on her throat, feeling her whimper beneath his palm.

"If you're nice to me." She shivered as she pulled at the hem of his shirt and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"I'm the nicest. I'm such a good boyfriend that I'll lick your pussy, right here on this counter. Would you like that?" Dylan breathed out as he kissed below her ear, his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.

"Dylan." She whispered as she tipped her head back so he would kiss her neck more.

"You want my tongue between these thighs, honey? Did you miss me today?" Dylan hummed as he pushed his free hand between them to rub her core through the fabric of her leggings. He felt a territorial grunt bubble in the depths of his stomach as he felt her leggings damp beneath his touch.

She wasn't as angry with him as the little show she had put on today.

"Yeah, baby." She breathed out with a delicious little roll of her hips into his fingers and Dylan completely forgot why he was upset.

Dylan muttered incoherently under his breath as he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and wrestled them off. He rooted his fingers in her panties and tore them at the centre, humming when he saw her soaked folds underneath.

"Come here." Dylan growled as he hitched at the waist, hooking his biceps under her knees to bring her core to his mouth. He gave her messy licks and kisses all her folds, tasting her for the first time that day and he was ravenous.

Her back arched off the counter, her thighs pressed to the sides of his handsome face as she pushed her hands through his hair. She whined and wriggled in his grasp as his tongue swirled around her folds in the most obscene and steadfast circles. He was so good between her legs, and he fucking knew it.

"Gonna make me cum, baby." She whined out as she tugged his hair and rolled her hips into his face.

Dylan hummed triumphantly as she gasped, finishing. He pinched the back of her thigh and gave her entrance a messy open mouth kiss after she came, then tugged her off the counter and put her back on her feet.

"Bend over." Dylan mumbled as he helped her turn around, manhandling her to his desired position. He bend her over the counter and shredded the remainder of her panties, letting them fall to the floor.

"Dylan." She whimpered as she stood on her toes, holding her weight on the counter as he ran his thumb through her drip from behind.

"Sometimes I wanna fuck the anger right outta you, but you know I kinda like it. You know I can handle you. Right, honey?" Dylan mumbled as he wiggled out of his sweats, lined up with her entrance and tugged her head up with his fist wrapped around her hair.

"You couldn't fuck me hard enough, O'Brien." She spat as she pressed back into him to try and fill herself with his length.

"Says the woman who cried because I fucked her so good Saturday night." Dylan growled as he gave her a firm thrust with no warning, making her cry out.

"Fuck you, Dylan." She shivered as she pulled her nails across the countertop as he filled her out, then began a fast pace to shake her whole body.

"Move your hips a little and you will, honey." Dylan teased with a tug of her hair as he leaned down to bite her neck. He groaned into her neck as he felt her bounce back into him, her walls squeezing him tightly.

"Yellow light!" She cried out as he nudged her gspot at a particular angle that made her entire body go weak. After all the anger and emotions she had felt that day, she didn't want to feel him there while she attempted to hold herself upright.

"M'sorry, honey. Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" Dylan panted as he pulled out just a little, hands on her hips as he buried his face in her neck.

"Couch?" Dylan replied as he eased out of her, turned her around then lifted her up ever so gently to carry her to the big sectional couch. He laid her back on the couch and positioned himself between her thighs, kissing along her neck as he waited for her go-ahead once more.

"I didn't say stop." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to his.

"M'sorry we fought today. Oh, damn." Dylan groaned as he slipped back inside of her.

"No. I'm sorry, baby." She pouted as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, tugging his shirt.

"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers, hands gripped at the backs of her thighs to pull them high around his waist.

"Yes! Will you cum with me, Dylan?" She whimpered as she rocked her hips with his.

The moment Dylan heard her say his name, his hips were no longer his. They became wild, on a mission of their own and it was all he could do to hold on. He gripped her thighs and pressed his forehead to her chest as he came inside of her, a growl deep in his abdomen as he rolled his hips through the aftershock.

"Goddamn, woman." Dylan sighed as his body became weak, flopping on top of hers. He could feel his hands shaking even as he pressed them to her thighs.

"You started it." She teased softly as she placed a soft kiss to the top of his head, her own hands clutching his shirt.

Dylan let out an exhausted laugh as he used all of his remaining strength to turn them over, resting her body on top of his.

"Goodnight, honey." Dylan mumbled as he stroked her hair, both of their bodies fragile and limp. There was more apologizing to do, but that was to be done later. They had so much time.

"You don't want to go to bed?" She asked with a soft kiss to his neck.

"Here's good."

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

Requests for Dylan O'Brien, Andrew Garfield, Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn are open!!! Requests for OBX are closed.

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Weedboiii Void | 9. Bullshit

Summary: Royal is a patient at Eichen House. Colin happens to be, too. But this mysterious boy is more than just fake blonde hair and weed.

He's also the voice in his head.

Word Count: 2.2k

The silence is deafening. 

It follows her throughout the rest of the day and well into the night. At first, Royal was grateful for the quiet. For the peace. A moment of reprieve from the nightmare she’s been living these past few months. Years, really.

Now? Now she feels alone. Which is exactly what she’d thought she wanted but as it turns out…she misses him.

Both of them.

The moment Void made a home in her mind, he vanished. She tried to call him back out, tried to talk to him, maybe even understand him. 

But the Nogitsune did what it does best. It took. Took each ounce of the pain she’d grown so used to living with and fed. 

As the moments passed, her body grew weary, and she wilted down onto her bed where she remained for the rest of the evening.

She didn’t see Colin at dinner. Didn’t find him in the Rec Room or the Quiet Room or even in group. He wasn’t lurking in the hallways, and he never showed up in the bathroom when she took her shower.

He was angry with her.

Which Royal supposes is rather fair, although she doesn’t quite know why he’s so upset. She imagines he should be pleased with this newfound freedom. In fact, he’s probably having the time of his life now that he no longer has a dark fox spirit living inside his soul.

Nevertheless, the look Lawson gave her when she met his eye in the cafeteria earlier told her everything she needed to know.

She doesn’t know if she can really have called them friends. Maybe friendly at best. Yet, even still, she feels a sort of hollowness now that he’s written her off. 

She wonders why that is.

When Void refuses to make his appearance that morning, Royal curses him under her breath and heads to the Reading Room. 

She doesn’t have much energy for anything else. As it turns out, giving your body to a thousand-year-old evil spirit takes quite a toll on you. Even more so than death itself. So, she curls up into her favorite chair and flips open one of the only novels available.

It’s boring and the plot falls rather flat, but she flips through the pages mindlessly, anyway. After all, this is what she did before Colin. She doesn’t see why that should change now.

She’s just begun chapter nine when she sees him walk in. He’s with Lawson, engaged in conversation, and doesn’t bother to glance over as they make their way for the board games.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he runs a hand through the dirty, blonde strands but immediately forces herself to remain indifferent. He doesn’t want her to notice him. Doesn’t want her to care. So, she looks back down at the book, and wills herself to focus on anything but him.

She hears their voices from across the room. Laughing and joking about something she doesn’t catch and shakes her head when she realizes she’s becoming invested in the sound of his voice.

The book, she thinks. Just read your fucking book.

Still, that doesn’t stop her ears from picking up the mangled pieces of their discussion as they slide their checker pieces across the board. 

“—s’fucking stupid, anyway,” Colin is saying, huffing a bit as he shakes his head. “No, really, it’s not—”

She frowns when she loses the rest of what he says, glaring at the page before her as she leans forward in an attempt to hear.

“—if you just talk to her,” Lawson replies. “M’not saying you gotta be mates or anything, I just don’t think—”

“—fucking lied to me, all right—”

“—all right, fine. Don’t have to take the piss out of me—”

“—fucking doesn’t even care—”

“—doesn’t mean she’s not—”

“—already said I wouldn’t—”

“—s’not like you really have anything to lose…right?” Lawson sighs, and Royal finally looks up.

Colin is glaring at their game, arms on the table as the veins pull at this skin. “It’s not about that.”

“Then what?”

He looks up. Meets her eye and her breath hitches. She wonders how long he’s known she’s been listening. Or even that she was in the room.

But instead of shouting at her, which she half expected him to do, he narrows his eyes and stands quickly from the table. Then, he turns on his heel and strides for the hallway, leaving Lawson, the game, and her behind.

Her heart sinks as she slumps against the chair and stares at her lap. She’s not exactly sure what she wanted him to do instead. Maybe she thought he’d at least…nod at her? Give her some semblance of sympathy or maybe even—

“Are you gonna fucking follow me or what?” she suddenly hears a familiar voice hiss, and she looks up to see Colin peeking his head back through the door to glare at her.

She blinks. “I…no, I promise I wasn’t—”

“Well seeing as you have this incessant need to follow me every time I leave a room, I figured you were going to,” he huffs. “And I’m clearly annoyed, so…are you coming or not?”

She blinks again. “I…I…”

He raises a brow expectantly and she quickly tosses the book to the side and stands to her feet before trailing her way over to him.

He scoffs under his breath as he pushes off the doorframe and begins to walk a bit further down the hall, back to her as she finally approaches. 

After a few moments of silence, she realizes he doesn’t plan on being the first to speak. So, she calls rather hesitantly, “I thought…I thought you weren’t talking to me anymore.”

A pause. “I’m not,” he replies, head turning toward his shoulder. “I just…I want…I want…”

She begins to pick at the string on her shirt nervously, a bit hesitant about his admission. “What do you want?”

His lips purse, muscles in his jaw clenching as he glares at the linoleum floor. His head shakes once. “I don’t fucking know. But I don’t want this.”

Her head bows, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

He lets out a bitter snort. “No you’re not.”

No. She’s not. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“But you knew it would,” he bites back, finally turning to meet her eye. “You knew. You had to fucking know—”

“No, I—” She steps forward. “No, I just…I thought I could help you. I could give you some peace—”

“I said no, Royal,” he barks, and she leans back. “I said fucking no. I didn’t…fuck, I didn’t want you to just—I said no.”

“But why?” she repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, cautiously taking another step. “Don’t you wanna go back to your life outside? Back to your weed and your Kardashians, and everything else? Don’t you wanna live?”

“I want…” He stops, eyes returning to the floor as if punishing himself for almost revealing the truth. “Well, I guess it doesn’t fucking matter what I want now, does it?”

She chews on the inside of her cheek as she looks away from him. She’s not ashamed of her choice. She doesn’t regret it. But she does see the pain she’s caused him. A different pain. The kind he can’t give away.

Her head lifts. She looks at the curve of his nose. The little moles scattered across his skin. “I’m sorry,” she offers one last time, despite how empty the sentiment is. 

He says nothing. Frowns a bit harder, unsatisfied with her meaningless apology. 

So, with that, she turns around and begins back to the Reading Room, leaving Colin behind.

She imagines for good.

She makes it back to the door when he finally calls, “Why?”

She glances over her shoulder. “What?”

“Why’d you do it?” He takes a step, something having shifted in his stature. “And not the bullshit excuse about wanting to die. Because it’s bullshit and you know it.”

She blinks again, leaning back as her pulse begins to race. “I…no, it’s not. I just want—”

“It doesn’t kill you,” he carries on, head tilting suspiciously and rather deviously as if he thinks he’s trapped her. “It keeps you just enough alive to use you. But it doesn’t kill you. It can’t. It wouldn’t have a host.”

She straightens up, attempting to remain unphased. “I think it depends on the host—”

“Nah. See? That’s bullshit, too.” Another step. “Why did you really want it? Did you think it would keep you alive?”

Royal begins to back away, suddenly unamused with this line of interrogation. “No, I—”

“Did you just want the power?”

“No, I—”

“You just wanna take shit that isn’t yours?”

“I…I—”

“Knew me for half a fucking day and already claimed to care about me?”

“I was just—”

“Or did you already know who I was? Know what I was? Is that it?”

“Colin, I—”

“Wanted to fucking take the power for yourself? Wanted to use me—”

“No, I—”

“Then why, Royal? Why the fuck would do all of this for somebody you don’t even know—”

“Because I’m trying to get him back.”

Colin stills, now only a few feet away, eyebrows pulling together as he regards her. “Who? Void?”

Her eyes shut as she takes a deep breath to compose herself. She knows Void might be able to hear her and even though he lives in her mind, he doesn’t have access to her intentions. 

And she’d like to keep it that way.

She looks back up. Purses her lips. “No. Not Void.”

Now even more confused, his head tilts. “Okay…then, who—”

Instantly, she shakes her head, bringing his question to a halt. She can feel the dark fog slipping through the cracks of her confession, eager to hear her reply.

But it’s not his to hear.

Seeming to understand, Colin’s eyes narrow into slits as he glances back down at the floor. He says nothing yet Royal notices a shift in his demeanor. A positive shift, she hopes.

What’s wrong, Little Fox? Why so quiet?

The slithering sound of his voice brings the hairs on her neck to a point, and she sucks in a quiet breath as she rolls her shoulders. “Nothing,” she says aloud, bringing Colin’s attention back to her.

A dark chuckle. Come, now. I believe we’re past the adolescent games, are we not?

“It’s not a game,” she replies, attempting to sound more confident than she truly feels. “It’s just none of his business.”

She looks to Colin, who scoffs at her answer, but before he can turn away, he seems to notice the fall of her expression into a call for understanding. For sympathy.

She can’t let Void know the truth. She can’t say the words aloud and as Colin studies her, he seems to finally see. 

Mm, Void hums, and the sound bounces around the inside of her mind like a rogue tennis ball. Do you keep secrets from me, Little Fox?

“No,” she answers immediately, hoping he can’t sense the pace of her pulse or the flush of her cheeks. 

An odd sensation passes over each cell, each nerve-ending, and each inch of her skin. It feels like a coil. A snake. Slithering its way up and around her body as if trying to lure her in. Trap her. Make her feel safe.

Have I not given you my promise?

“You…you did.”

You are mine to protect. Mine to keep. Your wishes and desires are mine to fulfill.

Left with only half the conversation, Colin gives her a curious glance, eyes flicking between hers as he waits expectantly. 

She can only pull her lip between her teeth.

Do you doubt me, Little Fox?

“No, I…I just…I was tired of his questions,” she stammers. “I thought I could give him an answer to make him go away.”

Not exactly a lie but not exactly the truth either, and she can’t tell if Colin knows that or not.

There’s a brief pause in Void’s interrogation and she hopes that he’s given up but soon, the coil around her mind tightens. 

Is our sycophant bothering you?

“No. He just doesn’t know when to let go,” she replies, twisting the cadence of her voice into a condescending hiss in an effort to sound truly annoyed with Colin’s intentions but Colin merely rolls his eyes.

Do you need me to intervene?

“No,” she just about gasps, eyes growing wide as she looks at the confused blonde boy in front of her. “No, he…um, he’s fine. Just pouting is all.”

Another pause, Void seeming to mull her reply over, and she swears she hears him chuckle. Almost amused with her insistence. 

Very well, Little Fox, he purrs before just as quickly as it came, the fog vanishes. Dissipates into the air, leaving Colin and Royal alone in the hallway.

It feels much too easy for her liking and she’s almost certain he didn’t buy her excuse but right now, she doesn’t have the energy to care, body slumping back against the wall as Colin steps forward.

He eyes her for a moment, and she can see the thousands of questions running rampant through his mind, none of which she knows how to answer.

“Okay…” he begins hesitantly.

Her heart drops.

“What the fuck…is going on?”

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convincing you to read my newtmas fic (part 3)

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❝I only speak when necessary.❞ ❝So when will it be necessary to talk to me?❞

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𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 didn't ever believe he would have to tutor another student, let alone believe that this student would be the one and only 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂𝐒. But once he does, things start to change. The tutoring sessions, along with a party, a project, a prom, a girl named Teresa, and so much more help the two to somehow find a strange comfort in each other, although they get off at the wrong start at first. But no, they are not friends. Definitely. With unspeakable tension and with Newt being closed off, Thomas doesn't know how to deal with having these sessions.

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 somehow allows Newt to open up, and Thomas learns more about him and his passions. But what if one of those passions is Thomas himself?

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newt x thomas frenemies to lovers tutor au slow-burn (but not really)

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Dylan Obrien

Teen Wolf était son premier rôle

Dylan O'Brien est à jamais marqué dans nos esprits comme celui qui a interprété Stiles Stilinski durant les 6 saisons de Teen Wolf ! Un rôle qui l'aura propulsé sur le devant de la scène et lui aura ensuite permis de décrocher d'autres opportunités. Mais saviez-vous qu'il s'agit du tout premier rôle de sa carrière ? C'est en effet en 2011 qu'il apparaît pour le première fois sur les écrans de télévision, après avoir auditionné pour jouer Stiles dans la teen série fantastique de MTV.

Il a une chaîne YouTube

Alors qu'il est difficile d'imaginer Dylan O'Brien faire un autre métier qu'acteur, son parcours ne l'a pas toujours mené sur cette voie. Avant de commencer l'aventure Teen Wolf à l'âge de 20 ans, le jeune homme avait décidé de devenir YouTubeur. Selon Jeff Davis, producteur de la série, le comédien n'avait d'ailleurs que deux lignes sur son CV lorsqu'il s'est présenté à l'audition — deux liens vers ces vidéos YouTube.

Intitulée « moviekidd826 « , sa chaîne est toujours disponible sur la plateforme aujourd'hui. Je vous conseille donc d'aller y jeter un coup d'oeil ! D'autant plus que l'acteur nous a offert une vidéo beaucoup plus récente en 2018. Une parodie, dans laquelle Dylan O'Brien nous fait découvrir les dessous de la vie d'acteur à Hollywood.

Il est (très) fan de Friends

Autre chose à savoir sur Dylan O'Brien (et qui nous fait encore plus aimer l'acteur) : il est très fan de Friends. A l'occasion d'une interview pour le film Love and Monsters, l'acteur a en effet expliqué que la sitcom l'a aidé durant une période difficile de sa vie, alors qu'il avait déménagé en Californie et n'avait pas d'amis. Dylan O'Brien passait donc son temps à regarder Friends avec sa soeur, réconforté par les aventures de Monica, Rachel, Ross, Chandler, Phoebe et Joey. Il a même avoué que Jennifer Aniston était son tout premier crush !

Il s'est gravement blessé en faisant une cascade

Quelques années après avoir commencé à interpréter Stiles dans Teen Wolf, Dylan O'Brien s'est engagé (en parallèle) dans le rôle principal de la trilogie Le Labyrinthe  ! Une saga de science-fiction post-apocalyptique où il campe Thomas, un adolescent dont l'arrivée engendre une série d'événements inattendus. Mais alors que les tournages de films d'actions impliquent souvent quelques cascades, l'acteur a subi un grave accident sur le plateau du dernier volet de la trilogie, intitulé Le Remède mortel.

Agé de 24 ans à l'époque, Dylan O'Brien a été percuté par une voiture de cascadeurs, frappant sa tête sur le sol et perdant connaissance. Une chute qui lui a valu une commotion cérébrale, ainsi que de multiples fractures et lacérations au visage. Immobilisé pendant plusieurs mois, le tournage du film avait donc été repoussé, décalant sa sortie du 15 février 2017 au 7 février 2018.

Il faisait partie d'un groupe de musique

Jouer la comédie n'est pas le seul talent de Dylan O'Brien : il a également un don pour la musique ! Alors que l'acteur sait jouer de la guitare et de la batterie, il a été le batteur d'un groupe de rock dans sa jeunesse. Appelé Slow Kids At Play, le groupe composé de ses amis de lycée est toujours actif aujourd'hui — bien que Dylan O'Brien n'en fasse plus partie.

Si vous voulez tout de même le voir jouer un peu de guitare et chanter, on vous conseille de vous pencher sur son apparition dans la sitcom New Girl. L'épisode 23 de la saison 2 nous offre en effet un Dylan O'Brien romantique (et un tantinet émotif). Alors que des flashbacks révèlent comment Jess et le reste de la bande ont perdu leur virginité. 

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PART 4: “Running” - Derek Hale x Reader

here we are my loves, part 4!! 

enjoy and message me for any requests you might have! xx

Like rocks falling of a cliff, we tumble down the hill at an unstoppable speed. Protruding rocks, sticks and boulder type formations were striking my back and ribs, winding me severely. Suddenly something hits my left arm, and I remember Derek. His eye's are closed, his body lifeless; languished and pale. The only way I know he's alive is that every time his body smashes into the ground, he lets out a painful grunt. That's better than dead. I fail my arms out, trying to manipulate my body so I can see the bottom. I need to know how far away we are from the ground. I need to brace myself. The bottom of the hill, to my relief, is covered in a thick layer of grass and leaves. Hopefully it will provide a soft landing. Well, softer than landing on hard ground. Suddenly, my knee clips a large rock, sending me tumbling head first down the hill. All I can do is cover my head and beg that my neck doesn't snap.

The impact is hard and fast. I feel numb at first. I'm laying on my back, staring up at the sky. Past the tree tops, the sun is going down. It's golden and glowing, blinding me with its brightness.

Shit. I'm alive.

Coughing beside me snaps me out of my trance. My head falls to my left where Derek is lying, coughing and choking.

"Derek" I croak, my body is stiff as I push myself up. I crawl over to him, realising that he's choking on the black entity again. "Derek roll over" I groan, pushing him onto his side. As soon as he's on his side, he throws up black liquid violently, causing me to grimace. What is that stuff? His breathing steadies, and slowly he's breathing normally. Suddenly, a word screams out in my head. Hide. Hide now. I whip my head around setting my eyes on the cave like rock formation.

"The cave" I whisper, scrambling on my knee's to the entrance. It's not massive, but it's big enough for both Derek and I to hide in for the night. Until it's safe to get to his house. Wait it out. That's if he makes it. If we make it.

"Y/N" Derek coughs back at the bottom of the hill and I crawl back over to him. I'd be faster on my feet but I don't think I can stand.

"I'm here" I tell him calmly. He nods, clutching at his stomach. I look over his body, realising how severely injured he is. He has an arrow-made wound thats gushing blood, open gashes that are inches deep, and is covered in bruises.

"It's bad isn't it" he asks, a grim look on his face. I'm rendered speechless. What do I say?

"Hardly" I lie, shaking my head "Like, a few scratches"

He laughs hoarsely, causing him to cough.

"There's a cave, we can go in there" I tell him, look back to the cave. He nods. At least he wasn't being difficult.

"I just, I can't get up" He growls, struggling to push himself up onto all fours.

"Whoa whoa slow down" I say urgently, grabbing his torso to stop him from collapsing "Just go slow". He nods. We both take a deep breath. His arms shake violently as he pushes himself up from the ground. Slowly, he stands up. He towers over me, as I'm still kneeling on the ground. He reaches a hand out to me and I take it, my own limbs shaking as I stand. I wrap his arm over my shoulder letting out a deep breath. My whole body feels like I've been hit by a truck.

We stumble into the entrance, both of us collapsing once we're inside.

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Photographs

Author: @dylobrienlover

Characters: Dylan×reader

Warnings: light swearing, talk about being naked, talk of smut

Notes: this is just purely fluff. Nothing too crazy.

Currently, you were sitting at your fiance's house. You and his mother, Lisa, were sitting on the couch and looking through old photos, while Dylan and his dad were out doing other things.

"This one is one of my favorites," Lisa says as she hands you a photo. You look closely at it. It's a picture of Dylan and his sister, Julia, playing in the bath tub. Dylan is laying down in the water playing with toys, as Julia is sitting staring at the camera.

"He's just got the cutest little booty, doesn't he?" Lisa says, causing u to break out in laughter.

"Who's got a cute butt?" Dylan asks as he walks up behind you.

"You do, baby," You giggle as you show him the photo.

Dylan looks at it and immediately rolls his eyes.

"Mom, why are u showing her this?" You giggle at Dylan's complaining.

"Because! Its adorable," she says.

"Its not," Dylan grumbles as Lisa pulls out another picture.

She hands it over to you, and it causes you to collapse into a fit of laughter. The picture showed Dylan, naked, standing in front of the TV while watching a Mets game.

"Mom!" Dylan shouts. "Why are you just showing her the ones of me naked?"

"Its not like she hasn't seen you naked before," Lisa shrugs as she picks up the box of pictures and puts them away.

"Ya, baby," you say as you stand up and wrap your arms around Dylan's neck. "Not like I haven't seen that cute little ass before."

"Well, how about I show you that cute little ass of mine again tonight to remind you how it looks?" Dylan says as he raises his eyebrows.

"I think that would be amazing," you smiled before placing a soft kiss to Dylan's lips.

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Notorious, pt. 1 - Stuart Twombly

Description: You may have finally met your equal.

Warnings: Look, I’m shit at warnings. This is about a fuckboy!Stuart and an equally fucked up Y/N. Of course there will be sex - and a lot of it, and in all different kinds of ways. But I swear you, nothing else (e.g. mistreatment, rape) will happen, or I will explicitedly mention it. Btw, I don’t write that - ever.

Relationship: Fuckboy!Stuart Twombly x Reader

Word count: 2057

Title: You know him. Or at least his reputation.

Part 2

"Look at that hot piece of equipment," I mumble underneath my breath, taking my glance off the barista's ass long enough to throw a knowing smirk in my best friend's direction. Her eyebrows are up, smirk edging on her own lips as she awaits the finish of my sentence. "And I'm not talking about the espresso machine." A snort leaves her, the tiniest shakes of her head indicating she believed I was a complete and utter moron – And sometimes, I knew I was.

"He's quite alright. And he makes a mean cup of coffee." Sarina hums in agreement, nodding her head along her statement as she lets her gaze flutter over the people occupying the line of the coffee shop just off campus. The young male mixing up our drinks might be a sight for sore eyes, but he wasn’t very quick. Every day we had come here, and every day, we had to wait forever to get out drinks. At first, I was sympathetic toward the young man – a new job is always nerve wrecking. But this was getting out of hand. My fingers are impatiently rapping along the counter, gaze once more glued to the curved ass of handsome young barista – I think he was new.

"Oh, look at that fine ass!" Sarina's elbow playfully jabs me in between my ribs to gather my attention, a loud huff passing me at an instant. I refocus my attention on the male she is speaking of, slowly sipping his coffee as his eyes stay glued to the laptop screen in front of him. It was no secret our campus held many amazingly attractive men, and it seemed they all gathered here, at the lone coffee shop near the edge.

"He can put milk in my coffee any time."

Immediately, my features contort into one of pure disgust, the tip of my tongue poking past my lips as I squeeze my eyes closed. "Sar, ew. Gross." Her head snaps to mine and her grin falters, a pointed look thrown my way as she slaps my upper arm. This banter between us was something that never seemed to waver.

"As if you wouldn't." A shrug of my shoulders follows her question, my tongue slowly trailing over my bottom lip as I give the male another once over. The male looked familiar, but not in a sense that I had properly met him before. Probably wouldn’t like to either. I shrug my shoulder nonchalantly, meeting Sarina’s smug grin. "Yeah, I'd probably tap that."

I sigh aggravated as my gaze flicks to the barista again, almost at the point in asking him what's taking so damn long. Instead, I'm once again distracted by my best friend's voice, her attention on someone else in the small, cramped coffee shop. "Didn't you meet him in our first year?"

The male's back is toward us, my eyes trailing from his broad shoulders down to his ass as I contemplate. "I think I did..." As I trail off, the unknown male turns around and a sound of acknowledgement slips me. "Ah. Yeah. I did. He was okay." Our eyes meet and I’m quick to grant him a tight-lipped smile, immediately averting my gaze to avoid him coming up for a small chat.

I am met with an over exaggerated eye roll, my lips pressed together tightly as I once again snap my head toward the counter. I knew it was busy at the beginning of a new year, but seriously? I huff annoyed as he slides Sarina's drink our way, my hand cupping the paper cup to present it to my otherwise-occupied friend. Her fingers curl around the container without a second thought as she speaks again. My hip rests against the counter again, arms crossed over my chest. I’m blatantly eyeing everyone here, but no one seems to spark my interest. Until Sarina speaks. "Now that is a face I'd like to sit on."

I hum, trying my best to find Sarina's gaze and see who the hell she was looking at. Instead of trying and failing, I lean further back against the counter and wait for Sarina to elaborate. "Him." She points directly at Stuart Twombly, a name and face she sure should know after three years here. Stuart Twombly was an anomaly. His eyes were always glued to his phone – and he wasn’t very social either. But somehow, he was one of the most popular guys around here. And that was before the whole ordeal with Google took place over the summer. "Why don't I see that around campus?"

Perhaps he was on the receiving end of one rumor spreading like wildfire. I once heard a story about this non-attractive, awkwardly-social guy who got laid more than all his friends together at the end of his school career because one of his friends told a girl he had a big dick. Maybe that’s why Stuart Twombly had such a success with the ladies. Although I had to admit, he was gorgeous.

"Dude, seriously? He's in my class - English I believe." My eyes rake over Twombly's form, wandering from his brown hair covered by a beanie along his prominent jawline, down his upper body until it's hidden by the round table he occupies. Maybe gorgeous had been an understatement. I wasn’t one for glasses, but it made him seem more attractive – I can’t explain it.

"Who is he?" Sarina takes a sip of her drink without taking her eyes off the handsome young male. Needless to say, I could appreciate beauty when I encountered it. And although I had no idea what it was, Stuart had it.

"You know him. Or at least his reputation," I start off, waiting for the gears in Sarina's head to click into the right order, but continuing as soon as she throws me a confused glance. "Stuart Twombly. First of all, he's the guy that won that job at Google over the summer.” I mumble, rethinking about the buzz that seemed to float around campus when the end of the summer rolled around. He had been the underdog, but still gotten the one thing he dreamed about since he was a little kid. I was glad he had let his eyes wander up from his phone once in a while nowadays.

“It catapulted him into like a university-super stardom; but I do have to give it to him – he’s probably one of the best in his business, especially for such a young age.” I continue on, locking gazes with my best friend; my lips are pursed as I watch Sarina’s features conflict. “Have you spoken to him before then?”

An immediate shake of my head follows. “No, not that I’m aware of. But – “ I shrug my shoulders, not knowing how to answer her question. Instead, I continue on.

“Secondly, he is the guy from Melissa. And that guy from Britt. Oh, remember that rumor about a threesome in which Julie and Steph were involved? Also, him." I start listing off all the conquests of Stuart Twombly that I was familiar with, although I'm certain there were many more stories added to his repertoire over the short years he’s roamed this campus.

"I can see the appeal though. Seemingly, she's next." I point to the lanky girl openly flirting with the brunette, his lips set into a cocky smirk as he strokes her arm. A chuckle slips from Sarina's lips, her head snapping to the barista as he slides my drink my way. "Finally,” I mumble underneath my breath, “… thanks." I curtly smile, turning on my heel to add sugar and milk.

"I'll bet you twenty they leave here together." I mumble, not taking my gaze off my paper cup, struggling with the lid. "Mhm?" Apparently, Sarina's attention was once more, directed elsewhere, and I lift my head long enough to nod in Twombly's direction. "Them."

"Ah, nah Y/N. You're always right about this shit. I'll pass." Sarina laughs, and I chuckle along, adding the tiniest bit of milk before grasping to the sugar dispenser. We stay quiet as I gently tap my pointer finger on the glass, watching the sugar flutter from its container and into my cup.

"So, are you going to go for him?" Sarina questions, her attention back on the barista who is still busying himself by making drinks, the smallest shakes of my head following straight after. If he handled his women the way he handle my coffee just now … "Nope. I don't fuck where I eat. Learned that the hard way." I stick my tongue out at my best friend, trying to contain the boisterous laughter that wants to slip me, refraining from drawing attention to myself.

"I don't want to know..." Sarina shakes her head jokingly, taking a few steps towards the exit as I recap my paper cup. Our gazes land on the large hand of Stuart Twombly resting on the lanky girl's back, guiding her outside the small cafe. My head motions to the action taking place. "Ha! Told you so, didn't I?" I hum in satisfaction, pointing at the disappearing bodies before we make our own exit.

The cold air nips at my skin, my head snuggling further into my thick scarf thrown haphazardly around my neck. “You’re always right about this. Do you have a sixth sense about sex?” I snort loudly, almost spitting out my coffee at my best friend’s words.

“That sounds like such a useful skill to have.” I sarcastically remark, rolling my eyes as I bring my cup to my lips. The weather was slowly becoming colder, chilling our skin as a clear indication that summer had passed, and another year was awaiting us just around the corner.

We walk in peace, occasionally sipping from our hot beverages as we stroll back toward campus. I know Sarina is mauling over something, but I'm not going to pry her for her thoughts. Eventually, she'll share them anyway.

Silence overcomes us, draped over our conversation like a blanket – but it never got awkward. Sarina scrapes her throat, gathering my attention briskly.

"Remember my friend Daryl?" She starts off, a hum leaving my lips to acknowledge her words and answering the question all together in one go. "I think she fucked him. From what I recall, she couldn't remember much though." Her head turns toward me as we turn the corner, our house - dorm, whatever you want to call it - slowly creeping closer.

"That bad, or that drunk?" I laugh, throwing my empty cup in the trash bin we encounter along the way, changing up the pace as I start walking backwards, eyes glued on a grinning Sarina.

"That drunk." Another chuckle slips my lips. I wouldn’t have guessed it any other way.

"Of course."

This time, the silence doesn’t dwindle down, Sarina quick to start up conversation again as I fall into step beside her once again.

"Are you excited for this year?" Sarina asks again as we walk up the driveway of our humble home - which we share with a couple others - stopping right in front of the front door. "As excited as you can be to resume school, Sar. Yeah. I guess I am." I'm nonchalant in my words, but I do am pretty ecstatic to start. Our third and final year rolled around, we've got a good set of friends - and roommates - and tomorrow night, we'd get the chance to meet the new people that would take the leaving friends' places. For what it was worth, this year could only be the prime of our lives.

"I'm nervous. After this, everything's changing." She pushes the door open, revealing the busy, working bees of our home. Getting decorations in order, preparing snacks, some yelling at others about god knows what. "Maybe worry about that shit later, Sar. We still got to make it through a whole year before we're there." I laugh, shaking my head as I climb the stairs, toward the confines of my bedroom and away from the chaos.

“You just wait. Sometime in the next months, realization will strike you. And you’ll be shit scared about all that’s changing around you.” Sarina threatens me, and I giggle as I disappear upstairs, leaving her behind at the end of the stairs.

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Do You Love Me? - STILES STILINSKI

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @sumcp ‘s Writing Challenge with the prompt: “Why didn’t you ever say anything? Why now?” Really hope you like it Summer!

Warnings: none really

Word Count: 5,6k

Additional Note: The ending was somewhat inspired by Grey’s Anatomy

Listen to this: F*ck it - BoTalks  (fits loosely, maybe not really, idk. It’s good though!)

“You kinda look like this Stuart fella.” You pointed at the TV screen with your spoon and then dug into your pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream again, moaning as you took another spoonful in your mouth.

“What?!” Stiles looked at you bewildered and seemingly offended. “We look absolutely nothing alike.” He said as he himself took a spoonful from his own pint.

“Switch.” Without looking at one another you exchanged your pints and simultaneously dug into the new flavor. “It’s not an insult, Stiles. It’s just, I don’t know, the eyes and nose I guess.” You shrugged. “He’s cute though.”

“Meaning I am cute?” He gave you a shit-eating grin.

You laughed as you bent forward and placed the pint on the coffee table, exchanging it with your half drunken glass of wine. “I didn’t say that.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, took another spoonful of his cookie dough ice cream and then reached for his wine glass himself.

After a while of no one saying a word, Stiles looked over at you, expecting you to look at the TV screen, but you were already looking at him with a raised eyebrow, as if you knew something that he wasn’t aware of. “What? Why you looking at me like I just stole all your cookies?”

“Eva is cute, right?” You said completely out of context and Stiles’ frown deepened.

“Yeah, I guess.” Now you were the one with the shit-eating grin. “Why you asking me that?”

“You like her.” The question rather sounded like a statement and he wondered if it was even meant to be a question. Stiles turned bright red under your staring eyes and he didn’t even know why.

“Why’d you think that?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, while averting eye contact with you and sipping some more on his wine. The liquid numbing and clouding his thoughts a little, but it definitely didn’t help him with his burning cheeks, it only added to it.

“So, you do?” Your smile grew bigger and you bumped his shoulder lightly. “You really like her! Why haven’t you made your move already?”

Stiles put his wine glass down and sat up a little straighter, begrudgingly turning away from the TV screen to meet your eyes. Why did he feel like you caught him? Why did he feel his heartbeat increase and his hands getting clammy?

He looked at you, your face only illuminated by the flickering lights of the TV screen and his throat went dry. He’s been seeing your face nearly everyday now, since High School and still his stomach did somersaults whenever he looked into your eyes. Although you wore some old and worn out sweats, combined with a washed-out Star Wars shirt, your hair up in a messy bun, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and it still left him breathless until this day.

“No, I don’t like Eva.” He shortly paused, before he added, “Well, at least not like that. I mean I like Eva, she’s nice, but there’s nothing more.” He shrugged, but he could read from your facial expressions that you weren’t buying it. “Really, Y/N. That’s all there is. We’re friends, nothing more!”

“Then who is this mystery girl that you told Lydia about, but not me?” Yup, he was definitely trapped. Why couldn’t Lydia just keep something to herself for once?! He made a mental note that he would definitely complain to her about this and remind her of the word ‘confidential’. “Why can’t you tell me who she is? Why Lydia?”

“Because there’s nothing to talk about, Y/N. She’s taken, okay? I don’t have a chance with her anyway, so what’s the point?” His voice sounded rather irritated. Maybe because he was once again reminded of never getting the girl of his dreams. The one that was sitting right next to him.

“The point is, that she’s stupid if she’s taking any man over you, Stiles.”

Stiles laughed bitterly. If only you knew. “Yeah, right.”

“I am serious! Any girl would be so happy to have you as their boyfriend! Heck, you’d even make the best husband and father! You cook, you’re funny, you have a steady job, you’re smart and charming and you’re handsome. Honestly, who wouldn’t want that?” You downed the rest of your wine and poured yourself in another glass.

“Yeah, tell her that!”

“I would if you’d finally tell me who she is!” You exclaimed. “Is it someone I know? Is that why you don’t want me to know who she is?” You knitted your eyebrows together. “Or he?”

Stiles glared at you. “It’s not a he!”

You held your hands up defensively. “Hey, I am not judging! Derek is hot.”

Stiles’ face fell. “What? I-I, what the hell does Derek have to do with this?!”

“I am just joking, Stiles. Calm down.” You snickered. Maybe you had too much to drink.

“Well, good.” Stiles huffed and turned his attention away from you again, hoping that you would just drop the matter already, but you didn’t. Instead you reached for the remote and turned the TV off. ”Hey! I was watching that!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Yeah, sure, now that a bunch of strippers run around topless, this movie suddenly peaks your interest.” You rolled your eyes, so did Stiles. “Now, Stiles, you know I won’t let this go until you tell me her name! You can at least give me her name, right?!”

Stiles shortly thought about giving you a fake name, so you would drop the matter already, but he knew that this would only lead to more lies and would trap him eventually in a web of dishonesty that could endanger your friendship if you would ever be able to untangle it. And knowing you, he knew that you would.

Maybe it was the wine getting to his head or it was the fact that this was a weight that he finally wanted to get off his chest, he told you.

“It’s you, okay?” He blurted out. “Happy now?”

For a long second you just stared at Stiles, questioning if you heard him right, then you just started laughing hysterically. “Yeah, good one!”

A wave of hurt washed over Stiles, being reflected in his eyes. One look at him and your laughter died down instantly. “That was a joke, right?”

You half expected Stiles to start laughing now, mocking how concerned you looked in that moment. Mocking you for actually believing something so ridiculous.

He didn’t.

Instead, he just shook his head, looking into your eyes while his heart raced in his chest as if he had just run a marathon.

Your mind went blank, every thought suddenly erased. Stiles looked at you like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for you to say something – anything! But you couldn’t. Your mouth opening and closing like you were a fish out of water. Nothing made sense to you in that moment. Was he being serious? What was he expecting you to say? Why now? Why? Why did he do this to you?

“Y/N? Please, say something!” He pleaded as he reached out for your right hand, but before he could take it you snapped out of whatever trance like state you just had been in.

“What the fuck, Stiles!” You jumped up from the couch, pacing through your living room, fingers tangled in your hair. “What the fuck?!”

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say-“

“Tsh!” You cut him off and stopped your pacing to look at him. “For how long?” You mumbled, afraid that if you talked normally you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from yelling.

“First year in college.” He admitted, getting up from the couch and trying to take a step in your direction, but you just took one back and shook your head. “I am sorry, Y/N. I really a-“

“Stop!” You cut him off again. And like you had anticipated you couldn’t keep from yelling anymore. “STOP IT! I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Let me explain-“

“NO!” Tears were forming in both of your eyes and it physically hurt you to see Stiles like this. “Just, why?” You managed to lower your voice. Seeing Stiles like that broke your heart and as the first tear spilled something was triggered within you that caused all the anger to subside. “Why didn’t you ever say anything? Why now?!”

“I was afraid of losing you, okay?! You’re my best friend and I just-… I couldn’t lose you!” He threw his hands up in the air out of frustration. “I guess, I just now realized that with the wedding closing in I just… I am gonna lose you, okay?!”

“What are you talking about?” You really thought you were finding yourself in the wrong movie and that there was a hidden camera in your living room somewhere. You wanted to laugh out loud, applaud Stiles for his great acting abilities, give him a hug and forget that this ever happened, but you knew that it wasn’t that easy. Stiles was being serious, you could tell by how his brows knitted together in a certain way and the way he was carrying himself, more calculated than usual and arms not flailing around aimlessly, but with intention. All these points combined caused you to feel sick to your stomach, like you could throw up any second.

He was being serious.

This wasn’t a joke.  

Why wasn’t he joking? Why wasn’t this a joke?!

“You’re not losing me, Stiles.” Your voice sounded calm as the words left your mouth. You didn’t know how you did it because your insides were burning and shaking. “I am getting married, not buried. I am not gonna be out of this world! Nothing’s gonna change!”

“No, you don’t get it!” He was pulling at his hair, frustrated, the veins on his neck protruding. “Everything’s going to change, because I won’t be able to be around you, not when I know that I will never have you!”

“Are you kidding me?!” Well, there the boiling anger was again. “What the fuck do you expect me to do now? Throw everything away that’s been my life for the last four years? Go running off with you and leave everything behind? Because I can’t do that, Stiles! I can’t!”

“I am not asking you to give your life up! I told you this because I thought it might change your mind… you deserved to know!”

“Damn right I did! I deserved to know that nine fucking years ago! You waited nine fucking years to tell me that you fucking love me?” You grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it in Stiles’ face.

“Yup. I deserved that.”

“Fuck off!” You screamed. “Just fuck the hell off, Stiles!” You started to sob violently now. Your entire body shaking due to your heavy crying. Stiles tried to get closer to you yet again, but you just took another pillow and threw it in his direction, missing miserably and under normal circumstances he would have laughed, but now everything he wanted to do was cry, scream and never stop. He fucked up. Big time. How could he ever make this right again? “Leave me the fuck alone, asshole!”

“Y/N, please how can I- “

“Go! Just fucking go!” You turned your back to him, only to take big strides towards the front door which you then yanked open. “Fucking leave! Now! And I don’t wanna see you again! Not for some time at least.” The last part only came out as a whisper. It hurt you to utter these words, but you couldn’t have him around, not with the wedding just ahead. You couldn’t because you were afraid that he was right. You were afraid that you would change your mind. And you couldn’t do this to Dave. You loved him, dearly. But what Stiles didn’t know and what you didn’t dare say was that you had loved Stiles just as long as he had apparently loved you, maybe longer. Everything could have been different if one of you would have just confessed their feelings to the other. But that hadn’t been the case. And now you were committed to another man. A man that you pictured a future with. A man with whom you coud have a happy life with. Was that worth giving up for the unknown future that awaited you with Stiles?

“Don’t do this, please.” Stiles’ voice cracked, but nevertheless he took a hesitant step forward.

“Stiles, the wedding is in two weeks! Two fucking weeks!” Tears were streaming down your cheeks like the Niagara Falls.

“I know, I know…”

“Then please leave.” You felt defeated, tired. Exhaustion kicking in. You just wanted this terrible night to end already. Crawling in your bed, waking up the next day and realizing that it was all just a bad dream. A really horrible nightmare. Then you would call Stiles and tell him all about it and the two of you would laugh your asses off about how ridiculous the thought alone was and everything would get back to normal.

Stiles’ head hung low as he walked through the door, not being able to look into your eyes. “I am sorry.”

You didn’t watch him get into his Jeep like you usually did, instead you just slammed the door shut right as he passed the threshold, leaning against it afterward and letting the tears fall freely. Why did he have to make everything so impossibly complicated?

After a good half hour of crying your soul out you got up from your place by the door and went back to the living room, gathering all things that reminded you of the awful night. With shaky hands you took the half drunken wine glasses and gulped the remaining liquid down greedily, letting the alcohol numb your thoughts, at least for a bit. Then you took the long-forgotten ice cream pints and two spoons and walked over to the openly attached kitchen.

Just in the process of cleaning the glasses and spoons, you saw the front door being opened. It was Dave.

“Thought you wanted to go out with the boys after work?” You asked him as he walked over to you and gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Chris is sick and Tom needed to get home early, so we said that we were just gonna go next week.” He answered while grabbing a beer out of the fridge. “What happened to your date though?” He asked as he opened the lid of the bottle and took a swig. “I thought Stiles wanted to come over?”

“He left early.” Your voice came out shakier than you would’ve liked. You didn’t want to talk about what had happened between the two of you and especially not with Dave. Usually you could talk with him about anything, but this was different. How could you tell your fiancé and soon to be husband that your best friend had just confessed his undying love to you? There was no way that you would let him know that. Dave was a good man and he didn’t deserve this.

Anger was getting the best of you again. How could Stiles do this to you? How could he be so selfish and just throw these damned words right in your face? He knew that his confession would turn your world upside down and not in a positive way. Stiles was well aware that you loved Dave and wanting you to choose between him or Dave was just plain cruel! You knew Stiles for nearly a decade now. He’s been your best friend ever since High School… and he’s been your first crush. You fell madly in love with him. He was smart, kind, loving, funny and always there for you. The two of you had been through so much together, but this was definitely your biggest challenge yet.

“That’s unusual for him.” Dave frowned, looking you up and down as you began scrubbing the kitchen counter, even though it didn’t need scrubbing. You needed to distract yourself with something, in order to not break down crying again just talking about your former best friend. You didn’t even know what status he had in your life anymore. Everything had changed in a matter of seconds. “Usually I need to kick him out before he even thinks about leaving the house. You sure everything’s alright? Did something happen between you two?” Dave laid his hand atop of yours gently, causing you to halt your actions. You looked up at him, his eyes concerned.  He knew how much you cared about Stiles, that you loved him with all your heart, although he hadn’t been fond of the idea at first, but he grew to like the hyperactive and clumsy spaz that Stiles still was. Even in his mid to late twenties.

You shook your head, forcing yourself to not let the tears spill that were building up behind your eyes once again and instead flashed Dave a toothy smile even though it hurt a little. “No, don’t worry. Everything’s fine, he just had to leave early because he has work tomorrow and needs to get up early.”

Dave could see that you weren’t entirely honest with him. Not once had work stopped Stiles from staying until late at night. Something was up, he could tell, but he let it slide nonetheless. You would talk when you were ready. “Okay, if you say so.” He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “I am gonna take a shower, you don’t have to stay up for me.” You nodded. “I love you, Y/N. So much.” Dave began to pepper your face with soft and sweet kisses that made you giggle.

“Love you too.” You said with a genuine smile on your face. You did love him. He was good to you, kind and gentle, but you couldn’t shake the feeling off that you yearned for Stiles’ lips to caress you like that and you hated yourself for it.

You couldn’t do this to him.

You couldn’t break his heart like that.

Right?

Needless to say, you didn’t sleep at all that night. Instead you pictured the different future you could have with Stiles while Dave slept peacefully next to you.

You felt like the biggest hypocrite, but you couldn’t stop your mind from running back to Stiles and a realizable future with him. A future you once thought unreachable and unrealistic was within your reach now.

All you had to do was say the word.

No matter what side you picked though, you knew you would lose. If you chose Stiles you would lose Dave. If you chose Dave you would lose Stiles.

So, the question wasn’t really about choosing your preferable future but rather who you could live better without.

You already knew the answer to this, but you tried to push the thoughts aside.

Sometimes it wasn’t about what you wished for, but what would be best for you.

Dave.

Dave was best for you.

Right?

“You fucking what?” Your eyes went wide as you looked at your friend in utter disbelief. “You fucking knew for all those years and never uttered a single word to me?”

You had called Lydia first thing in the morning as Dave went off to work and called her in for an emergency meet-up. You needed to tell someone, talk about what had happened, because you couldn’t keep this bottled up. Maybe you also hoped that Lydia would know what was best for you and give you a little advice. What you came to know though was that she had known about your crush on Stiles and vice versa since the very time it had developed, although you had never told her that.

“Y/N, don’t look at me like that!” She brought her coffee mug to her lips and took a sip, seemingly not bothered about this whole mess.

You didn’t know how to feel about any of this. You were angry, confused and a gut wrenching feeling of dread started hunting you. “Why didn’t you ever say anything!” You exclaimed as you paced up and down in your living room for the second time in under twenty-four hours. “If you knew that I felt like that, why didn’t you ever tell me that Stiles liked me that way too?”

Lydia sat her mug down. “It wasn’t my secret to tell! And honestly it was so obvious that I thought you just had to get it sometime, same goes for Stiles.” She paused and looked at you with her big green eyes that made it hard for you to stay angry at her any longer. “And then you met Dave and I thought that you were over Stiles and I don’t know… You were genuinely happy. I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

You wanted to say something as your phone started ringing obnoxiously loud. Your step faltered and you anxiously reached to take it out of your pocket, already knowing what you would see on the screen. “It’s him.” It kept ringing, you just blankly staring at the screen in your hands, feeling like the dorky picture of Stiles’ face was mocking you somehow.

“Aren’t you going to get it?” Lydia asked you, sounding somewhat sad at the prospect that you might not.

“I don’t know.” Your thumb hovered over the green button, but you didn’t make a move to actually press it. Then the call ended, going straight to voice mail. You sighed, but not out of relief. It was rather feeling that with every breath you took a new brick was loaded atop your heart, crushing it under its weight. “Lydia, I don’t know what to do.” You looked at her with tear filled eyes, then back down your phone which was receiving another call from Stiles. Knowing him this would probably go on for a while. After you muted your phone, you shoved it pack in your pocket. You couldn’t keep looking at his face smiling back at you. “Please, tell me what I should do.”

Your friend looked at you with pity in her eyes. “Y/N, I can’t tell you that, you know that. That’s your decision to make.” She sighed. “But whatever your choice is, I’m on your side, okay? I’ll support you no matter what.”

You nodded as you sunk down beside her and she pulled you into a much-needed hug. “I know.” You sniffled. “But I just don’t know what to do.”

She rubbed soothing circles on your back. “I know.”

You unlocked your phone, finger hovering over the caller ID for the hundredth time that day. The wedding was tomorrow and you still haven’t spoken to Stiles since that dreadful night. It was weird not having him around and you couldn’t help but feel like a crucial part of you was missing. You wanted to call him, hear his voice, apologize for overreacting and ask him if he wanted to come over for a lazy evening.

But you didn’t.

Instead you threw your phone on your bed again, paced a little more and picked it up one more time. Finger now hovering above his various voice mails. You haven’t even found the strength to listen to these yet. You desperately wanted to hear his voice, but you couldn’t listen to these. What if they would change your mind? The wedding was so close and you couldn’t chicken out now, right? You thought about postponing it, wanted to tell Dave that you needed a little more time, but whenever you wanted to tell him you backed up again, changing the subject. You couldn’t do this to him. You wanted to marry Dave, you really did. You’ve been happy these last four years and now everything seemed to fall apart suddenly.

The phone slipped out of your hands again.

Why was this so hard?

“Is he here yet?” You asked Lydia for the hundredth time as she closed your white wedding dress. This was it. You were all ready to go, only a few minutes left before you would stand in front of the altar.

You looked into the full body mirror. The dress was relatively simple. It was tight around your chest and stomach, complementing your curves in a nice and subtle way and eventually puffed out around your hips and there were a few delicate floral accents at the bottom. You fell in love with it instantly, but now all you wanted was to burn it down at the stakes.

Lydia had helped you with a simple make-up that complemented your features nicely and your y/h/c was tied atop your head in a loose bun with a few strands hanging down to frame your face.

If you were being honest, you never felt prettier, if it weren’t for those damned worry lines between your knitted brows.

“I haven’t seen him anywhere. I am sorry.” Lydia gave you an apologetic look, but you tried to shrug it off.

This was it then? You’ve been best friends with Stiles for nearly a decade and now he wasn’t even part of one of the most important days in your life. Frankly, you didn’t know if you should be relieved at that or crushed. You didn’t know how you would react if you would see him among the crowd. Your emotions were all over the place and unpredictable.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to give her your best fake smile. “No, it’s okay. Maybe it’s better that way.” It probably was.

“You sure about this?” Lydia asked you, clearly seeing the discomfort in your face.

Unconvincingly you nodded weakly. You were, right?

“Okay.” Lydia opened the door and escorted you down the hallway to the chapel where the ceremony would take place. You fell a few steps behind her, both your heels clicking on the marble tiles, the sound echoing off the high walls, sending chills down your spine.

You looked around you nervously, feeling like Stiles could be waiting around any corner. But he wasn’t. And you felt bad for wishing that he was. Were you doing the right thing? Did you make the right decision? Or were you just too scared to admit that you actually knew who your heart belonged to all along?

Lydia halted in front of the huge double doors, looking over her shoulder to look at you. Your eyes were teary, but not because of joy how it should have been. You were scared that this was the wrong decision. Your heart was pounding in your chest at such a high pace that you could feel it in your throat and you were sure that Lydia could hear it.

“You can still turn around, Y/N. You don’t have to do this.” Her eyes mirrored yours pretty much. They were slightly glazed-over from suppressing inevitable tears.  To you it seemed like maybe she wanted you to not go in there, but of course she would never say that to your face. This was your decision and not hers, she told you that already. She respected your choice and would stand by your side no matter what.

“Please, Lydia, just – just open the damn doors.” Lydia nodded sadly, looked you up and down one last time and then finally opened the big double doors to walk down the aisle before you. She was now smiling brightly and was definitely better to cover up her worried frown than you were. The music got louder as it was your turn now. You took a last deep breath to calm your nerves and then took all your courage together to take the first step, the others followed automatically.  

All eyes were trained on you suddenly and you had to put on your best façade, eyes still teary, but everyone just thought that it was because of joy and excitement.

You ignored the stares, you tried avoiding looking through the crowd all together, because you knew that you would only be looking for him.

Dave was patiently waiting in front of the altar, the biggest smile on his face. He was so happy and proud to soon be calling you his wife and all you were feeling was dread. Pure dread that this would be the biggest mistake of your life. That you would regret it.

You stopped in front of him and he took your hands in his, kissing you on the cheek and whispering sweetly in your ear. “You look beautiful! I love you!” You tried to flash him a convincing smile and as his smile faltered slightly, you knew that he could see the worry in your eyes. He squeezed your clammy hands reassuringly and you squeezed back weakly. That seemed to calm him down a bit though.

The pastor began his speech, welcoming everyone for coming and then starting to initiate the actual ceremony. You didn’t really follow though. Your mind was reeling and all your effort was put into not breaking down crying in that moment. You had made the mistake to roam the heads in the crowd with your eyes.

He wasn’t here.

Stiles wasn’t here.

You had wasted your chance, but why did your mind still wander off to think of him standing in front of you right now?

You snapped back to the real world as Dave began to say his vow.

That was it.

It was nearly done.

Over.

“I, Dave Nash, take you, Y/N Y/L/N, to be my wife, in equal love, as a mirror for my true self, as a partner on my path, to honor and to cherish in sorrow and in joy, till death do us part.”

Now it was your turn. Everyone was looking at you expectantly as your eyes always seemed to be flitting back to the door, when suddenly they burst open.

Stiles.

He looked at you, dressed in a black suit, handsome as ever. Your heartbeat skyrocketed as he took one determined step in your direction, then another. He was only looking at you, no one else caught his attention. “I love you, Y/N.” He paused as he took another step. Everyone was dead silent. “I always have. I love everything about you. Even the things I don’t like… I love. And I want you with me. I love you and I think that you love me too.” Another short pause, another step in your direction. “Do you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, then beating twice as fast as if it would jump out of your chest any second. For the first time you smiled. Genuinely smiled, because you could feel how that empty void inside your chest was out of a sudden filled again.

You felt complete just looking at him.

Now you felt stupid for pushing him away for the last two weeks. You were scared of looking at him like you were looking at him in this moment, only to find out now that this was everything you always desired.

Here and now you were sure that this was the right decision. In that moment, nothing felt more right.

You could feel everyone’s stares burning into your skin, but Stiles’ was the one that set you aflame. His eyes shone golden, even from the distance and they looked at you with so much admiration and love that you just wanted to run over to him and kiss him.

Unwillingly you broke eye contact with him to look at Dave whose expression went from confusion to utter hurt. You hated to be the one to cause him that much pain, but you realized now that the decision wasn’t just to protect yourself from a fatal decision, but also him. It wouldn’t be fair to him if you mourned after a man that wasn’t him.

He would understand.

Maybe someday.

“I am sorry.” You whispered as he squeezed your hands tighter, but eventually he released you.

“I know. Me too.”

You looked over to where Stiles was still waiting and without any further thinking you ran down the aisle, grabbed his hand and dragged him out the doors and into the pouring rain with you.

As you came to halt by his jeep you were both soaked, but neither of you cared. He took a moment to admire you from up close until finally he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was overwhelming. It was desperate, all kinds of emotions mixed together and were put into that one kiss.

Here and now this was everything you needed. And by the way your heart pounded in your chest as happy as ever, you knew you made the right choice.

This felt right.

“Yes, Stiles.” You breathed out as you both broke the kiss to fill your lungs with oxygen again. “Yes, I do. I do love you with all my heart! I love you, Stiles!”

And you’ve never been surer of anything in your entire life.

He was the one.

The only one for you.

The problem is, the epically great decisions and the epically bad ones look exactly the same when you’re making them.

Looking back, it’s easy to see when a mistake has been made.

To regret a choice that seemed like a decent idea at the time.

But if we used our best judgment and listened to our hearts, we’re more likely to see that we chose wisely.

And avoided the deepest, most painful regret of them all.

The regret that comes from letting something amazing pass you by.

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The Recruit (Chapter 17) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 78, Part I”

Characters: Mitch Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: SMUT. IT’S A LOT OF FUCKING SMUT. like, blowjobs, light choking, vaginal sex, orgasms.. so much smut and cursing. IT’S SMUTAPALOOZA!

Author’s Note: yo... morning head is fun tho. im posting this for @mf-despair-queen who literally JUST begged me for Mitch smut. bless that fucking shirtless picture for making all of us collectively lose our shit. stay thirsty, my friends. 

Summary: Mitch gets a smut filled morning with Y/n.

Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen

You woke wrapped in nothing but his limbs and the bedsheets. You closed your eyes, tilted your head up towards the sun coming through the curtains, softly bit your bottom lip and sighed. You were so happy. You turned slowly and quietly, and looked at Mitch sleeping, gently pushing some of the hair from his eyes. He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man you had ever actually seen in person, and his peaceful resting face made your heart skip beats. 

Mitch's legs moved under the sheets and he rolled onto his back, turning his head away from you. You smirked. He wasn't hard, but there was a small bulge that perked up under the thin white sheets on the bed. You rubbed your tongue along the bottom of your left canine and cracked a simple plot: you knew how you wanted to wake him up that morning.

You carefully climbed under the thin white sheet covering Mitch. He almost never slept with more than just the sheet when he slept with you because your body ran so hot at night, that if he slept with blankets, the two of you would wake up in a pool of sweat. You positioned yourself on your stomach, your feet hanging out from under the sheet on the side of the bed. You leaned against your left forearm as you licked your lips and picked up his penis with your right hand. It was big even when it was flaccid. 

You popped the head into your mouth and lightly sucked. Mitch stirred gently and you grinned. You lifted his member and dragged your tongue on the underside, from the very base back up to the head, popping the tip back into your mouth for a quick suck. Mitch stirred more definitively, and he began to slowly grow in your hand.

You licked back up the side closest to you, base to tip, pushing your tongue a little bit firmer against him this time, and you heard him moan; a sound that he made when he woke up but a bit more breathy than usual. You wrapped your lips around his head and managed to get all of his semi-erect cock in your mouth. You moaned and the vibrations in your throat and mouth caused Mitch to rip the sheet off of him, revealing a sight that he wasn't sure until then was a dream or real.

"Holy shit." He mumbled as you bobbed up and down on him, your lips suctioned tight around his shaft. You let go with a popping noise. You maintained an intense and arrogant eye contact with him, as you moved in between his legs and rested on your knees in front of him. You looked like you were worshipping his cock, and you basically were.

He watched as you licked your lips and leaned your head down, still staring teasingly up at him. He bit his lip as you placed your delicate fingers under his balls, holding them up to your mouth like a snack that you had to have. You wet your lips and sucked his balls into your mouth, gently massaging them as they rotated over your tongue.

"Oh fuck." Mitch broke your eye contact and threw his head back, his fingers both digging into the sheets around him and pushing the hair away from his face. You were pleased with all the fuss he was making. You let his balls drop, lightly sucking on one side, then moving over to the other. You caught his attention again when you dragged the tip of your tongue from above his balls, across the underside of his base, up the shaft and then took him into your mouth again. He had grown substantially since you last had his long and thick length against your lips. You worked the shaft in tandem with your mouth, picking up your pace and barely blinking. Mitch's breathing became heavy as you went and he tucked hairs that were falling in your face, behind your ear.

"Please keep doing that." He begged, but you had other thoughts. You removed your hand from his shaft, pulling all of your hair to one side to drape over your shoulder, and began playing with his balls in your hand, as you then took as much of him as you could down your throat. Mitch jolted forward over the duel sensations. "Fuck... That works too." He mumbled in between pants.

He gathered your long y/h/c locks in his fist, close to your head and began creating the rhythm and timing that he wanted as he forced your head up and down on him. You gagged as Mitch pushed you farther than you had been going and his tip hit the back of your throat. You didn't stop him though. The sound of him moaning as you choked turned you on. You moaned and the vibrations in your throat set him loose.

"Oh fuck, Y/n. God damnit. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" It was a cross between a threat and a question, and you just kept sucking and gagging, your hand no longer playing with his balls, but instead jerking off the little bit of shaft that he couldn't fit in your mouth. You smiled with your eyes as he looked down at you. It made him crazy with lust whenever you did that... It made him aggressive. He pushed your head down and you choked harder than you had before. Mitch backed off a little, but you pushed yourself back down as hard as he had pushed you before, choking again on his big, thick cock.

Mitch pulled your head up slightly and began thrusting himself up into your mouth with some speed. He was close and he just wanted to see your tongue painted white. You took every forceful thrust in stride and enjoyed yourself, bracing yourself against the bed, both arms on either side of his hips. Mitch pulled your head up, and pushed you back onto your knees in an upright position. He got on his knees and began stroking himself in front of your face. You opened your mouth, your cheekbones turned up in a grin. You playfully left your tongue flat in front of him. You glanced between his dark, lustful eyes and his red and wet tip. He gripped the back of your neck and pressed his cock against your tongue. You felt his load shoot into your mouth. He kept stroking and it shot out in strings against your tongue, cheeks, lips. You let him fill you up and you waited, mouth open until he was done.

He kept his left hand on the back of your neck and watched as you swallowed and then ran your tongue against your lips. He reached his thumb on his right hand against the corner of your mouth and wiped cum off of your face. You reached up for his hand and popped his thumb into your mouth, sucking against it until you had every last drop of him. The breath hitched in the back of his throat as he watched you swallow the last bits of his seed. He dropped to the mattress and watched as you climbed off of the bed.

He held his tender cock in his hand, and closed his eyes, a happy smirk resting on his lips. You grabbed your underwear from the night before off the floor and his black, long-sleeved crew neck shirt and got dressed. You tip-toed over to him and smiled. He looked peaceful and pleased. You leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm going to make breakfast. Sleep a little longer." He nodded slightly and sighed, drifting back to sleep.

Mitch woke up, swung his muscular legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He felt great. He grabbed his blue plaid pajama pants off the floor and secured them around his hips. He didn't want to bother with the rest of his clothes if he was just going to shower after breakfast. He heard you moving around in the kitchen downstairs, and he inhaled the aroma of Belgian waffles being baked. He walked down the spiral staircase and saw your back turned, paying attention to whatever it was that you were making on the stove. The two of you had stopped by the grocery store on the way back from Steven's the night before to pick up some essentials to stock the kitchen with for the rest of your time there.

Mitch hadn't really looked around the house the day before. He slipped into the room that he had found you in the day before, on the first floor, and quickly realized that it was probably your father's old office and library. It was the only room in the house that still had pictures of the Hurley's. You had purged every other room of those personal mementos. Mitch wasn't sure if that was because the memories were too painful or if it was the spy in you that wanted to be able to make a quick get away if you ever needed to. He saw a duplicate of the picture that you had in your bedroom back at The Barn, and he traced his fingers along the top of the frame. Not a speck of dust came off and Mitch realized that you definitely had your cleaning crew take extra special care of this room.

He walked over to the bookshelf that took up an entire wall and saw a row of hardcover books with the same author's name. He pulled one out that made him smile, and carefully flipped through the pages, before putting it back on the shelf. A picture of you on a swing set with another little girl that looked a lot like Beth sat on the shelf above the old books and Mitch found himself thinking how he hoped his children had your eyes. He caught himself in his daydream, contorted his face with shock, and then felt the corner of his mouth turn up. It was not the most absurd thing he had ever thought about. He grinned, looking down at the floor and shook his head.

"What are you grinning about?" Mitch heard you whisper, as you leaned half your body against the other side of the door frame, holding onto the wood around your face.

Mitch walked up to you and kissed you lightly on the lips. "Just looking at how cute you were as a kid... breakfast ready?" You nodded, and turned. You laughed out loud when Mitch came up behind you and gripped his hands against your hips, walking in step with your stride towards the kitchen.

You sat down at the counter together and began eating your waffles and bacon and sausage and hash browns. Mitch swallowed some orange juice and watched as you poured more maple syrup on your plate. He laughed to himself and leaned back in the stool. "Do you want some waffles with your maple syrup, Y/n/n?"

You took the strawberry off of your plate and placed it in between your lips, then looked up at Mitch with the strangest look on your face. "........I hate waffles." You tried to stifle a grin.

Mitch burst out laughing. "So why the hell did you make them?"

"YOU LOVE WAFFLES!" You yelled back, laughing into your arms on the counter.

Mitch settled down, his cheeks hurt from smiling. "Oh god, I love..... that you are willing to eat something you hate just because you know I love it." He recovered quickly, but he realized that he almost said what had been on the tip of his tongue for days. You heard it too but you didn't react and you didn't want to presume. Mitch changed the subject. "So, was that a first edition copy of The Great Gatsby?" He asked, referencing the books that put a smile on his face in your Dad's library earlier.

You nodded as you ate everything on the plate that wasn't a waffle. "Those are all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's novels in their first edition. My dad was definitely a collector."

"Is that why that book is your favorite?" Mitch asked you, a smile not having left his face since he got out of bed that morning.

"Yes, he used to read it to me when I was growing up, like twice a year at least. He loved that book because he grew up in a town called Sands Point, which is at the very tip of East Egg in the book... that collection of books are probably my most prized possessions."

"So there is a fire and you save me or the books?" Mitch proposed the absurd hypothetical.

"Oh, you're toast." You said with a grin, getting up from the stool to clear your plates.

He got up to clear his own and help you with the dishes when he saw you reach up on your tip-toes to put the waffle mix back in the cabinet above the fridge. Your taut but plump ass peeking out from under the hem of his favorite black shirt, and he stepped up behind you, pressing his body against yours as he easily placed the box away. He snaked his hands around your front, pulling the shirt up from the bottom until his hands rested on your hips. You exhaled heavily and leaned against him. Mitch slid one of his big, veiny hands down the front of your white cotton underwear and felt how wet you were. He began gently rubbing your clit, pulling you against him with his other hand, as you reached up behind you and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He breathed in your sweet scent and closed his eyes as you moved your arm around his, and began rubbing your palm against his cock, growing quickly inside of his pants.

You had cupped your hand around his shaft and were rubbing it through his soft cotton pants, leaving him so turned on that he literally stopped rubbing your clit and leaned into your touch. Mitch took a deep breath and came to. You had taken care of him, it was time for him to take care of you. 

He grabbed your hand from his cock and used his body to push you up against the marble countertop, pushing the dishes and bowls to the side, and bending you over against the cool surface. Mitch pulled his shirt off of you, pulling you up against him, and dragging his hand down your chest. You moaned at his roaming touch.

Mitch bent you back against the countertop again, your cheek pressed against the cool surface, as he gently pulled all of your hair to one side. He pressed his bare chest against your back, running his hands from your shoulders down your arms to intertwine his fingers with yours, spreading your arms out next to you. He had you completely pinned down as he nibbled on your earlobe and heard you moan softly. 

He released your hands and moved his lips towards the back of your neck. He swept the hair out of the way again and left long, wet and warm kisses on the back of your neck. You moaned a little louder. He pulled back slightly and softly blew cool air against the wet kisses he had left on you and you shivered. All of your nerves were standing on edge waiting to see what he would do next.

Mitch leaned back over, his hot skin pressed against your hot skin, and he began to leave long, wet, warm kisses on your shoulder blades, leaving equal amounts on both sides and then meeting back at your spine. You were breathing heavily underneath him. Mitch took the tip of his tongue and dragged it down the length of your spine, his hands running down your sides as he went. You let out your loudest moan yet and arched your back away from him, pressing your body against the counter harder. It was a part of your body that was woefully neglected by Mitch's mouth and you went wild over the rare sensations. Mitch stayed focused on your reaction and blew cool air back over the wet trail on your back. He then left long, sucking kisses back down your spine, taking care to go slowly.

"Oh god, Mitch. That feels so good." You whined, not wanting him to stop.

Mitch dropped to his knees behind you, slowly pulling your white cotton panties, with a growing wet spot by your pussy, down your legs. He grabbed fistfuls of your ass, pushing you up on the counter further. He kissed the backs of your thighs, leaving long, warm kisses down to the backs of your knees. You squirmed with each new touch as he kissed all the way down to your ankles. He worshipped every inch of your body and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

Mitch glanced up at your swollen pink lips, barely sticking out between your thighs, and he recalled the sweet taste in his mouth. He got on his knees and spread your ass cheeks apart; you wiggled your body slightly as he ran his thumbs just barely over your inner lips; just grazing the surface. He felt the warmth radiating off of you. He leaned up and dragged his mouth over your opening, down to your clit; a messy and somewhat toothy interaction that left you screaming.

"Aghhh.. FUCK, MITCH. oh my god." You had been aching for him to touch you there.

He nibbled more softly against your clit and sucked at it, pulling it away from you with the very tips of his teeth. You writhed on the counter with each new thing he did. Mitch sucked and sucked for a few more moments, flicking your nub with the tip of his tongue, driving you wild. 

Finally, he rose from his knees, pulling his pants down to his ankles, and he pulled you back towards the edge of the counter. You were panting against the white marble as you felt him press his hard cock up against you. He had grown to prefer not just shoving it in, but inching his length in slowly; getting to feel every bump and curve of your walls, but that was not going to work for him today. He was entirely too riled up.

"Please." You whispered right before he pushed himself inside of you in one swift motion. He moaned over how tight you were in that position and how deep he immediately went inside of you. You yelped out the moment he entered you. 

He began thrusting hard against you, pulling your hair back so he could see your face. He picked you up by the throat and then let go, slowing down and remembering how he found you and Dan the night you were assaulted. You looked behind you, reached for his hand, and wrapped it back around your throat. Mitch was not Dan.

Mitch inhaled deeply through his nose as he felt your heart beat against the veins in your soft and slender neck. He pulled you close to him, picking up his pace, his hand still around your neck, his other hand fastened around your hip, and he messily pressed his lips against yours. You dug your nails into his forearm as you hungrily bit at his lower lip. He continued his deep thrusts into your pussy and pushed you back against the cold countertop. He reached his arm around your front, pulling you slightly away from the marble, and began rubbing your clit vigorously. The muscles in his forearm strained as he picked up speed and pressure on your swollen nub, as you told him you were close and begged him for release.

"Oh... ohh...." You moaned loudly as you came undone, and Mitch felt your walls collapse around him. This was the tightest your sweet little cunt had ever been and he came undone as well. One more rough thrust deep into you was all he needed. You screamed at the intense pressure that his depth caused you to feel, and then you cooed as you felt his chest press up against your back, his fingers intertwine with yours, and warm cum begin to fill your insides. You would kill for the feeling, both emotional and physical, that you got when he came inside of you. You knew that there was nothing better.

Your breathing synced up as you both came down from your climaxes. Mitch rubbed his cheek against the back of your neck and closed his eyes. "That was the best sex I've ever had." He whispered into your skin.

"I'm going to have to agree with you." You echoed his sentiments, enjoying the feeling of his fat, softening cock still lightly throbbing inside of you. You sighed. "What time is it?"

Mitch glanced behind him and saw that the clock on the stove said 10:45AM. "It's almost 11." He said as he reluctantly pulled out of you, watching his seed drip down your thigh.

You turned around to face Mitch, standing for the first time in at least forty minutes. You held yourself up with the edge of the counter. "We need to go, my love. You have lunch with Steven and I have lunch with Katie and Jeannette."

"I know." He leaned down and kissed you. A smile coming across his face at your new pet name for him. 'My love'. It made his heart skip a beat because of how organically it came off your lips. He watched as you began walking for the staircase, and he smirked. "You know, if we ever lived here, the first thing I would do is install a shower down here, because I cannot have you constantly dripping my cum all over these hardwood floors." Mitch teased you, who had grabbed a paper towel before you left the kitchen and was reaching down every few steps to wipe up your thighs.

"Shut the fuck up. How about that?" You said with a grin that made your cheeks hurt, as you made your way up the stairs.

bless. 

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[bellzsad]

convincing you to read my newtmas fic (part 2)

the playlist !!

nervous - the neighbourhood

heart to heart - mac demarco

show me how - men i trust

chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

falling behind - laufey

why'd you only call me when you're high? - arctic monkeys

scott street - phoebe bridgers

missin something - zach templar

the greatest - lana del rey

like the movies - laufey

california - lana del rey

livin' on a prayer - bon jovi

cinnamon girl - lana del rey

flash - cigarettes after sex

one for the road - arctic monkeys

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

are we still friends? - tyler, the creator

i think - tyler, the creator

falling in love - cigarettes after sex

in between - gracie abrams

black friday - tom odell

all i wanted - paramore

"slut!" - taylor swift

please, please, please, let me get what i want - the smiths

head over heels - tears for fears

daylight - taylor swift

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

back to the old house - the smiths

sparks - coldplay

the lakes - taylor swift

this is me trying - taylor swift

my love mine all mine - mitski

please please please let me get what i want - deftones

promise - laufey

waiting room - phoebe bridgers

tv - billie eilish

i miss you, i'm sorry - gracie abrams

the beach - the neighbourhood

chamber of reflection - mac demarco

see you again - tyler, the creator + kali uchis

about you - the 1975

for the first time - mac demarco

yes, you should listen to these songs in order while reading the book.

-> part 1 -> part 3 -> part 4

[imagineteenwolfxx]

Just Roomies Part 2 (Stiles Stilinski)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/96327185-just-roomies-part-2-succubus

Hey guys! So I’ve started working on Part 2 of my first Stiles fanfic! Please give it a read, and also feel free to give Part 1 a read too!

Thank you for your support and reads! <3

[wittystiles]

The Bluff || Part 17 || Mitch Rapp

author: wittystiles

word count: 2k+

relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: none

A/N: Hello there! I’m back - sorta - finally. I got a weird urge to write this the other day, after not thinking about it for months. And I wrote this in two days. It isn’t edited, so if it’s terrible, that’s why. Please enjoy! Feedback is crucial, as well, so... Please reblog, comment, etc. I’m a whore for validation.

Turning his back to the shower head, Mitch closed his eyes and let the water beat on his face as he leaned his head back. He had spent a good portion of the beginning of his shower with the water beating down on his chest while he thought. He hated that he was doing that. Just /thinking/. Hated standing there going over everything in annoying detail, trying to pick apart every thought he had.

Spain.

He didn’t know what emotions he was feeling or how to process everything. He had started his shower angry. Partially because of Stans intrusion, but mostly because he was being forced to leave. Again. He’d just gotten a plan into action to keep (Y/N) safe. Surely that should take precedence over whatever mission they were throwing him in to.

Halfway through shampooing his hair for the second time (it felt particularly gritty underneath his fingertips and one wash hadn’t sated him) his emotions switched to being an uncomfortable mix of what he could only decipher as disappointment and a dash of sadness. During the time it had taken him to clean up her apartment, catch a few winks and then return to his own home he’d made the foolish mistake of letting his mind wander into dangerous fields of possibilities with his rescue.

While he was sweeping up a pile of broken glass he’d imagined buying plates with her, and cups too. Thought of the dull domesticity of the action. Of watching her get excited over an owl mug - he didn’t even know if she liked owls. Of picking something out that would be theirs. Together. To share.

That had led his mind into a whirlwind of further ‘our’s’. Like picking out a new bed with her, he’d decided his current wouldn’t be big enough for the two of them. Sure she was a cuddler, but she also valued her space grately when she decided to splay out. Arguing over a new couch because his ‘simply wouldn’t do’. Getting new large and plush towels so he could wrap her up after a shower and she would be covered and warm. He knew she hated shivering after getting out of a hot shower and figured that would be the only way to prevent it.

His mind had crafted an entire life together in the hours he’d had to dwell on everything. And now that he knew he was leaving her again, it all felt pretty fucking pointless to him. Foolish. The disappointment set in then. The disappointment of never being able to experience those simple moments with her. He knew they were imagined, but he wished he could bring them to fruition. And now? Now he was going to be away for only God knew how long. And she would be gone when he returned. He was sure.

She was a smart (albeit naive) young woman. She was charming, and beautiful. And she wasn’t going to wait around in some dingy apartment of some dude who she’d only known a month. Especially when the only reasoning for her to be there in the first place was his protection. Protection which he could no longer offer her while in Goddamned Spain.

That was when the sadness began creeping into his brain like a thick ooze. It occurred to him while he was massaging conditioner into his too-long locks (he really needed a haircut he remembered), that this was the first time since he’d lost his fiancee that he was wanting someone. That he was envisioning himself giving more to another person than just a one night stand. He found himself thinking of a future with (Y/N). Of a life together. He knew he was falling for her, but these last 24 hours had cemented into his mind the fact that he truly, in all sense of the word, wanted her. Wanted to give everything he could to her. Wanted to take a terrifying plunge into oblivion and hope against every instinct telling him to run that she wouldn’t destroy him.

The folder on the counter was taking that. Was washing all of those hopes and thoughts and visions away. His last mission (her) had kept him away from his home for over a month. What if this one were the same? What if he had to abandon her for that long? He couldn’t bring himself to think of anything bad, truly awful, happening to her. He’d already allocated too much time to terrible thoughts when he’d found out her apartment had been broken into. He instead thought of something he found worse.

Of losing her to someone else.

The sadness thickened when he came to that conclusion. If he returned and found she’d moved on -.

He stopped himself. She was never his. She wasn’t someone he could claim. She couldn’t ‘move on’ when she never had stopped. She was under his protection. She looked to him as a source of safety, security. He was, for all intents and purposes, her bodyguard. He couldn’t let himself get worked up over the thought of coming home and finding her in the arms of another. That was her right. Couldn’t let the jealousy that was beginning to eat at the corners of his mind ever become a thing. He didn’t have her. He would never have her.

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, cranking the handle of the shower all of the way to the left. The water ran cold while he was lost in thought and it made his body tense and shiver. He stood there for a moment, letting the cold water beat down on his body with his hand rest upon the wall, and the anger came back.

“Fucking Stan.”

When the water heated back up, he took his hand off the wall. He resumed showering as normal, remembering to let the condition sit in his hair for longer than normal after the three shampooings (he’d forgotten he’d already washed twice). He used the remains of his loofah to clean himself, and promptly tossed the mangled thing out of the shower onto the floor beside the trash can.

Once washed off and hair free of product, he stepped out onto the bath mat outside of the shower, ripping his towel off the rack. He secured it around his waist and surveyed the bathroom. A thick cloud of steam was in the air and he had to crack the bathroom door open to let some of it out. He walked to the counter, using his left hand to rub the mirror in a circular motion so he could clear off some of the fog. He saw himself through droplets of water and the corners of his mouth fell.

He looked tired.

Worse, he looked exhausted. Thoroughly beaten and worn. His eyes were a little sunken in, dark purple coloring his under eyes. His face had a near beards worth of stubble, and his cheeks were more hollow than usual. By all accounts he looked like he hadn’t been taking care of himself. Which was true. He hadn’t. He couldn’t remember his last full meal, and the last restful nights sleep he’d had was after showering with (Y/N).

His throat constricted when he remembered it. Thought back to looking down at her on his knees in front of him, lips spread wide and eyes looking up at his own. He closed his eyes, tilting his head down, leaning heavier against the counter. His mind vividly painted the scene against his eyelids. She was so gentle and attentive to him. So willing and accepting. He swallowed hard.

The memory switched to that next morning. Of his head between her thighs. Of how she felt against his tongue, soft and warm. Of how she wriggled and moved and how her breath would catch.

“Stop,” he hissed to himself, forcing his eyes open, willing himself to keep from getting hard. He returned his attention to the reflection in the mirror. He could see himself clearer now that the fog had subsided and the condensation had evaporated from the surface. His skin remained tanned from his trip to Mexico a few months back. He didn’t think he’d ever spent that much time in the sun consecutively in his life. The scar on his chest from that day stood out. He brought his hand away from the counter to rub the tips of his fingers over it. He hated it. There were several other scars placed along his chest and abdomen. He paid them no attention. His jaw tightened. It alarmed him how his life had been upended that day. How everything changed in the span of ten minutes. How he would never again be the same. Be sane. Be normal.

“Come on man,” he whispered to himself, letting his hand linger on the scar for a few heartbeats before lowering. He resumed examining his face, his hair, his body. He decided he hated his hair. It needed to be shortened. “You look like a fuckin’ hippie,” he said in his best impression of Stan’s voice.

Mitch stepped back from the counter and opened the doors underneath, rooting around for a moment before finding a pair of scissors. He stood upright and ran his hand through his hair. Without hesitation he raised the scissors and cut off a chunk of hair that was hanging limply against his shoulder. He let it fall into the basin of the sink and repeated the process, over and over, letting the hair accumulate until he felt like he was done.

He set the scissors done and assessed himself in the mirror, looking over the sloppy job he’d done. His hair was now just underneath his chin, uneven but passable. He found his brush in his medicine cabinet and raked it through his hair, pressing his lips together in contemplation. He wasn’t entirely proud of his new cut now that he’d brushed it and he could see it better, but it would do.

He brushed his hands over his shoulders to get rid of the stray hair, dried off and left the bathroom. He would deal with the sink later. As he was passing through the living room towards his closet a knock sounded against his front door. He paused, arching an eyebrow. If someone who didn’t favor him was on the other side of the door, he didn’t want to have to fight them naked. He grabbed the gun that was stuffed between the cushions of the couch, figuring it would even the playing field, and approached the door as another knock rang out.

He didn’t bother checking the peephole, instead pulling the door open about an inch, looking at the person through the crack. When he could process who it was his eyes widened and he stepped back, allowing the door to open fully. “Why are you here?”

(Y/N) frowned at him. “You said you’d be back like -” she looked down at her cracked phone. “Over two hours ago. I got hungry, and I remembered you told me your address before you left.. So..” She held up a plastic bag. “Can I come in?”

He stepped to the side, allowing her to enter the apartment. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by how unkempt and poorly decorated it was. She walked around him and headed for the small kitchen at the back of the apartment, acting like she’d been there hundreds of times. “Thanks,” she called over her shoulder as she set the bag down. Mitch closed the front door and engaged the deadbolt before following her.

“I’m sorry that I took so long,” he began, resting his hands on his hips to keep his towel secure. “I got caught up with some things and I needed to have a shower.”

She turned her attention to him and her eyes narrowed, “what the hell did you do?”

He took a step back from her, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Pardon me?”

“To your hair,” she clarified, pointing her finger at him.

“Cut it.”

She scoffed a mocking laugh, “cut it? You fucking hacked it to pieces! Jesus. Did you close your eyes and just start snipping?”

Mitch brought his hand up to his hair, running his fingers through it while feeling defensive. “I thought I did an okay job.”

She shook her head, closing the distance between them to close her hand around his arm. “An ‘okay job’, Mitch? Are you blind?” She began walking towards his bathroom, tugging him along. He wanted to resist, to put up a fight but instead followed her dutifully. She released his arm and motioned to the toilet, which he took a seat on immediately.

She looked over the sink and sighed heavily, picking up the brush and scissors. “This is going to take forever to fix,” she declared, beginning to drag the brush through his locks.

Mitch let her brush his hair as he fought the smile that wanted to creep onto his lips. He found all of his thoughts in the shower were pushed to the back burner because /she was here./ She’d come to him, willingly.

Maybe this means she might want me too, he thought hopefully as she got to the real work.

~

Feedback is appreciated! I hope you enjoyed.

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[rememberstilinski]

Fic Recs of 2017

This year, there seemed to be a blossom of new writers and works from those amazingly talented authors. I would like to show some appreciation for the works that I have absolutely fallen in love with. These are all fics that stay with me in my heart and have made me feel something with the words written on the screen.

Ad-Listed (Stiles Stilinski) by @thelittlestkitsune

We all know by now that I absolutely adore anything Lau writes. She just has such a knack for pulling in readers from the get go. And the plots! Oh my god, the plots she comes up with are so different and so unique from anything I’ve ever seen on this website. But this one, this is one of my all time favorite Stiles Stilinski fics. 

Take-Backs (Stuart Twombly) by @thelittlestkitsune

And another one of Lau’s fics that I love. This is just, ugh. Hold on, give me a minute to compose myself while I run through the emotions that come along with this fic. There’s not a lot of Stuart Twombly fics on this site and I hate it so much, but this one has to take the cake. Lau captures Stuart in such a way that it’s almost hard to believe. This is a quick must read! So get on it, read it!

The Recruit (Mitch Rapp) by @were-cheetah-stiles

If you are a Mitch lover like I am, I assume it’s because of this series. For me, this series made me love Mitch Rapp before reading the books or seeing the movie. Cat is probably the best Mitch writer I’ve ever read from (besides Vince Flynn, of course). Before I started reading this, I had seen like the first five or six chapters on my dash all the time and I was soft of iffy at first, simply because this wasn’t a writer I was familiar with. I’m a person who doesn’t like change and I usually stick to the same authors for everything, but boy am I glad I read this. Not only did I find a series to love and look forward to, I made a best friend. Support Cat and read this fic, you won’t regret it.

The Mistake (Stiles Stilinski) by @were-cheetah-stiles

Like I said, I don’t stray very far from my favorite authors. I usually read everything they post. I actually have post notifications on for most of them, so I won’t ever miss what they have blessed me with. Anyway, back to the series. This series has thoroughly fucked me up in the best way possible. I loved everything. I loved how it has so many similarities with Friends. Bless. I loved the smut, I loved the angst. I just overall loved this fic so much and this is definitely something you need to read. I’m waiting...

Vapor (Stiles Stilinski) by @sarcasticallystilinski

I don’t even know where to start with this fic. I love Hay and I love her writing, but she honestly broke my heart with this one. It was so heartbreaking and I really thought that it would turn out okay and the two would live happily ever after. If you’re looking for a fic with happily ever afters, this is just not the one. But if you’re looking for a good cry, then you found the right one. Honestly, it doesn’t matter if you’re looking for a heartbreaking story or something with tons of fluff, this is just an amazing story and I highly recommend it.

It Ain’t Me (Dylan O’Brien) by @sarcasticallystilinski

There is one fic in the whole world that has fucked me up in the worst way possible. Every time I hear this song, my heart breaks just a little. I will be randomly going about my day and hear this song and I have to sit down and take a breather. This is something that has truly buried itself in my heart and I will always carry it with me. I may be overreacting about a fictional story, but trust me when I say this really hurts to think about. It screwed me up and I won’t ever fully recover from it. I’ve told Hay of my love for this fic and how I carry it with me, and she had to go and mess me with my telling me something about this fic. I will let her tell you if she hasn’t already. But our beautiful relationship is coming to ruins because of it. (Just kidding, I love her so much and I love that she has the power to break my heart like she did with this fic!)

In Heat (Stiles Stilinski) by @writing-obrien

Girl, let me tell you something! I didn’t know that Alpha!Stiles was a kink until I read this. It’s so freaking smutty and I looooooooveee it! I was at the pool when this was first posted, I was with friends and I had to maintain such a poker face when I was reading this, and I have read smut around family members and I take pride in my poker face, but this had me rethinking just how good I was. I’ve probably read this 3964572 times and it still take my breath away. Chloe is one of my absolute favorite writers and I was so happy when we started talking because I look up to her and I love her so much! It only makes sense that my favorite fic of hers is on my 2017 fic rec.

I’ll Keep You Safe (Stiles Stilinski) by @minhosmeanhoe and @sarcasticallystilinski

I totally forgot about this one until I was thinking of more fics that have screwed with my soul. Camille and Hay are just the most talented people and they always have the ability to mess with my emotions. I’ve cried reading their fics on multiple occasions. I remember reading this one and let me tell you, the water was really working that day. I was sitting at the computer and my family walked in to see me crying. They got out of there real quick. Another thing I should add is that I loved all of the Moulin Rouge references in this. That is my movie and that, like literally everything, always makes me cry.

25 Lives (Stiles Stilinski) by @sincerelystiles

What do I have to say about this? I honestly don’t even know. It’s safe to say that this is by far one of my absolute favorite series’ ever! Soph, you know how much I love this! I’ve told her on multiple occasions. The series isn’t very far along, but from the get go, it managed to snatch up my heart and I can’t wait to see where else it goes. It’s so clever and it’s beautifully written, so make sure to check it out!

Curiosity Killed The Cat (Stiles Stilinski) by @mf-despair-queen

It wouldn’t be a proper fic rec if I didn’t put Mal on here! This is my absolute favorite fic of Mal’s. The smut is so smutty and I really just love how this is written. I’ve read every one of her fics many times and this always takes the top. I love the relationship that the reader and Stiles have when it starts and I really just love how it played out. I can’t tell you anything in particular that I love about this work, but I will always love this one!

Getting Along (Stiles Stilinski and Isaac Lahey) by @dumbass-stilinski

I’ve been reading Steff’s work literally as long as I’ve been watching Teen Wolf. She was the first person I read Teen Wolf smut from and I have not gone back since. I love this fic especially because of the fact it features my boys, Stiles and Isaac. I love threesome fics and this one is my absolute favorite threesome work. I love Stiles and I love Isaac. Put me (reader) in the middle and you’ve got yourself what I call a good time!

Kurai Kobito (Void!Stiles) by @dumbass-stilinski

I’m not the biggest fan of Void fics just because they’re so dark, but this is where my love for Void grew. This series is so well written and it’s more than just smut. It goes in depth with how Void actually felt something warm and fuzzy for someone and I love stories like this. When love has the power to change someone for the better or even change the way a character perceives something, I love it so much. I admire that she took so much time to research Japanese mythology and made the fic believable. It played so close to the story line of the show just because she wasn't’ careless and she took the time to make sure everything made sense.

Seeing Blind (Stiles Stilinski) by @honeymoonmuke

I love soulmate fics, I love them so much! I’m so happy that out of the blue one day I was bored and decided to binge Hannah’s masterlist. This is amazing and I loved it from the get go. I love the idea of soulmates and colors, this was so played out well. She did it in such a unique way and this is my favorite fic of Hannah’s. Believe me when I tell you it was hard to choose just one to mark as my favorite, but this is it and I can’t wait to see what she comes up in the new year.

[mf-despair-queen]

just a curious question, what's your favorite not so well known fan fiction/ writer? I love your own writings and needs some new people to read from and would really appreciate your opinion:)

Um...it kid of depends who you already read from I guess. I would recommend @maddie110201, @lovelydob and @were-cheetah-stiles for sure. @stilinski-stydia-obrien has started writing and the few things she has out is great. Um... @fillthevoid-stilinski is great because her series 9 to 5 is the SHIT AND I LOVE IT??? @werewolfmutant has some cute stuff. @dylan-trash-tbh breaks my heart with all of her writing and she knows that (and she loves Thomas, just so you know). I can honestly recommend more but I’m not sure who all you follow.

[vengefuldarling-blog]

If stiles and Lydia can have a long distance relationship, then so can Liam and Hayden. Yes Victoria went away for shoot another movie, but so didn't Dylan Obrien. Yet they can only help Obrien and not Victoria. They treat her and Hayden so badly. She deserves so much better. I hope her film coming out makes her get many many more roles

But you see No one will get as much attention as D.O.

I love him, I really do He is a phenomenal Actor and deserves the attention he gets but.. The other actors and actresses are just as good and are all apart of the same show, they each bring something special to the show but it seems that in the last few seasons it has become Dylan wolf not Teen Wolf. 

I get it, I am a big fan of Stiles and Dylan but you are correct anon, Dylan could go and film many movies and they delayed the production of Teen Wolf so he could still be apart of it, Hayden/Victoria or any other actor or actress did that and they automatically are not apart of the show anymore because ‘They went off to film another movie’ almost as if they are saying they chose another movie over teen wolf so sorry you don’t get a part anymore.

Now I am hoping they will go along with the ‘Long distance’ and Hayden will make an appearance at the end of the season, let’s be real it probably won’t happen but hey that is what I am here for and fan fiction is here for. 

-B