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Reblogging because I’m about to start a part two and I need to know if people even care anymore lolol

Closer.

Hey guys! I know its been a long time since I’ve written anything but this is based on the song Closer by Chainsmokers and Halsey. I’ve been working on this forever. Not sure if anyone even likes smut still…or this song…or me 😅 had to post it though so that I could stop thinking about it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lots of smut, cussing, unprotected sex…ya get the idea.

“Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you; drank too much and that’s an issue but I’m okay.

Hey, please tell your friends it was nice to meet them - but I hope I never see them again.

Hey, I know it broke your heart, moved to the city in a broke down car and four years no call…”

My best friend followed the group of girls inside and turned around looking at me briefly, mouthing ‘I’m sorry!’.

“No, go have fun! I'll…sit…out here..on this…curb,” I said rolling my eyes at the bouncer that refused my entry. She turned and went inside, without another backward glance. I sighed heavily and pulled my phone and cigarettes out of my purse and searched for a lighter.

“Son of a mother fu-” I started, but was abruptly cut off by a guy that I’d never seen before. The first thing I noticed, aside from his perfect smile, were his dark amber eyes shining in the street light. He looked young, and kind of like a god. He held up a lighter and chuckled.

“Sick of the club scene?” he asked, offering me the flame of his lighter. I gladly accepted and inhaled deeply. I huffed and chuckled.

“Yeah maybe if I could actually get in, my fake id is missing.” I sighed dramatically, taking another long drag. 

 "Oh, shit. Rough night. Well,“ he began, taking a drag of his own smoke. 

“I know of a little place around the corner that doesn’t id. Its a tiny little crap hole - but they don’t id.” he said nervously, his group of friends disappearing in the dark Tucson night. I smiled at him, then looked down at my little black dress and the mile high pumps and finally stood up smiling. 

 "A little over dressed for a dive bar, but a drink sounds great.“ I told him, gesturing him to lead the way. He laughed turning on his heel, holding out his elbow. I placed my arm in his and began walking.

“I’m Dylan. I enjoy star wars and YouTube.” he said laughing.

“My friends call me y/n. l, too, enjoy nerding out to star wars, and long walks on the beach.” I replied, receiving the slight chuckle that I had aimed for. It was so attractive. During our walk I found out a lot about Dylan, he was definitely a talker. We talked about plans for the future; he said that he wanted to go into acting, wanted to move to the city. When he asked me what I wanted to do I didn’t really have a valid answer, so I said,

 "Eh, probably college. I’ve been accepted to a few, I really am thinking Naropa, it’s a college in Boulder. I want to see the mountains.“ I hadn’t even realized that was what I wanted. 

 "That’s awesome.” he replied, smiling that smile that practically made me melt.

“No, acting is awesome! I wish I had that talent, man” I said in awe. 

We talked and laughed the rest of the way to the bar elbow in elbow. When we got to there he went up to the bar while I made my way to the jukebox; avoiding the stares from the old men and a few miserable looking women. Music always becomes before drinks. Always. Always. Come on let me touch you, feel you, all night- always.

I looked around the bar, no one looked particularly interested in what was playing in the background of their conversations, I excitedly turned back to the new school touch screen jukebox; typing in “always,” by Blink 182. If I didn’t listen to it, it would be stuck in my head for days. Dylan crept up behind me holding a beer up.

 "I knew you weren’t a typical party girl.“ he let out a low chuckle. 

 "What do you mean?” I asked him; accepting the drink, and taking a gulp.

 "Blink? Not many typical party girls would go to a dive bar and play Blink.“ he said taking a drink of his beer and setting it down to air drum part of the song. How is this unbelievably attractive guy such a dork? I mean, I wasn’t complaining because apparently thats my weakness. I started to play some air guitar and sing along. When the song ended I grabbed my drink and started downing it, I finished it at about the same time he did, so I offered to grab him a refill too. He gratefully accepted my offer and I started walking to the front when all of a sudden I heard the beginning to the Blink song, the one that I just played, I turned to look at him and see if maybe he did it by accident but he was, once again, air drumming and singing.

“I screwed up on the one solo, so I had to play it again” He laughed as I approached him and handed him his drink. I giggled. I started really liking this guy and I already knew that I wanted to take this out of this little crappy bar, but I would be patient and wait. I watched as he attempted to perfect his solo and laughed when he stopped and said he screwed it up again. So, I took out another dollar and played it - again. 

After many more drinks and a few more rounds of “always” by blink 182, Dylan’s face had just gotten undeniably close to my own and I was very aware of the drinks that we had both just had. It may have been the buzz, but I swear to god he was about to kiss me when my phone started blaring: it was Hanah, the one who left me on the damn curb. Dylan looked down at his empty bottle and grabbed mine and signaled that he was going to grab more as I answered my phone. 

“Heeeelllllooooo?” I answered drunkenly.

 "Hey! Clubs dead, where’d ya go?“ she asked slurring her words. 

 "I-uh-” I began to reply as Dylan walked over and handed me my beer. His face dropped when I began telling her where I was. 

“Okay, yay! Be there in ten!” she practically yelled. I hung up the phone and looked at him.

 "Um…yeah my friends are on their way…” I told him taking a drink.

“Well, I gathered that much” he replied a snarkily, throwing in a wink so that I knew he wasnt really being a dickhead. 

“You might like them..” I answered reading the expression on his face. He lifted an eyebrow but didn’t reply. I rolled my eyes at him and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ before taking another swig.

 "This is the friend who ditched you? Sorry, but your friend sounds like a bitch.“ he stated blatantly. I laughed nearly spitting out the beer that I had just taken a drink of. 

“She’s not that bad, it is her birthday…” I told him trying to defend her - even though I knew he was right.

Hanah was a typical party girl. She drank and listened to awful music and was way too high maintenance to keep a guy for long. So she didn’t, she scooted and booted. Not that I was one to talk, I knew exactly where I wanted to end up by the end of this night.

“Okay, well I will put up with them if you come home with me tonight.” he said quickly, almost too quickly for me catch onto what he said. Without even thinking about it I smiled (surely my face was crimson red) and I winked at him.

“Deal.” I promised. I didn’t think he was going to be so straight up about it, but hey, I like it when someone doesn’t beat around the bush.

We both finished our drinks and we went up to the bar together, his hand on my lower back, when a sudden loud bang made us jump. There was laughter and before I knew it Hanah and her group of friends burst through the door.

She was wasted. Not like a little drunk, but falling over her own feet - wasted. Dylan took his hand off my back, as much as I hated the loss of contact, I walked over to her and asked if she was okay.

She had brought a guy but she was too busy staring at Dylan to even pay attention to him.

“Ohmigooood! you are sooooo fucking cute!” she said to him, he rolled his eyes and walked over to me and placed a hand around my waist making me warm all over. I could practically feel his stubble between my legs. Suddenly, desperate to get my hands all over him, I went to Hanah.

“Hanah, Dylan and I were just getting ready to leave,” I firmly stated adding a wink to let her know what was about to happen.

“Ohhh! GET SOME GIRL!” she slurred more loudly than I liked. Dylan’s neck snapped up from his phone and he raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. I could feel my face fill with crimson color as I attempted to keep my cool and look sexy when I smiled back at him.

He walked over to me more confidently than he had been (borderline cocky) and he placed his hand on my hips, making me squirm. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks in a sexy low tone. Instead of answering and giving away my excitement, I just nodded, maybe a little more eagerly than I had anticipated. I pounded the last drink and at that point had an intense buzz and was ready for some alone time with Dylan.

“Let’s get out of here.” I told him grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. As soon as we got out of the bar his lips were on mine, my fingers instantly grabbed at his soft brown hair making him moan into the kiss. My tongue met his as we stumbled Drunkenly through the parking lot of the small bar.

“my car is right there” he said pointing to a shabby beaten up old Jeep. He backed me up to it and pressed me against the door, hands slipping under my thighs. He easily lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel his generously sized cock pressed up against my heat through the rough khaki material. I moaned as he pressed hard against my covered core. I pulled away to take a breath, the buzz from the alcohol only made more intense by the lack of oxygen. We were both panting when I hopped down, he whined at the loss of contact but I grabbed him by the shirt, opened a back door and shoved him on the seat. He laid down and I got on top of him, closing the door behind me. I straddled him, connecting our lips again.

“oh god, you’re so hot.“ He said between kisses. I just giggled as I moved my lips from his and attached them to his neck. I left searing, open mouth kisses from his neck to his collar bone. He was practically purring under my touch.

I pushed his shirt up to drag my teeth gently down the patch of hair under his abdomen. I licked and sucked and kissed the skin right above where his pants stopped me. I used my teeth to unbutton his khakis making him groan as I look up at him through my lashes.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispered as I pulled down his pants and boxers making his erection spring up against his stomach. My eyes widened as I came to face his hardened cock. “I was just asking myself the same thing.” I told him, licking my lips as my panties dampened at the thought of how great it would feel when he pounded into me. I licked a strip up the underside of his cock making him mewl in satisfaction. I swirled my tongue around the swollen, pink tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had gathered there. Finally in one swift motion I put my lips around his cock and began to slowly bob my head up and down.

With the filthy sounds escaping his throat egging me on, I deep throated his cock and hollowed my cheeks. His tip hitting the back of my throat made my eyes water but I picked up the pace, wrapping my hand around what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His hips bucked up keeping in time with my bobbing head.

"Oh, god that feels so good.” He practically whined. Eyes watering I looked at him through my lashes. He was propped on one elbow, his head hung back but I could just see enough of his face to watch him lick his lips.

I finally slowed my bobbing head to a stop, and let his hardened cock out of my mouth. He sat up quickly, so I got to my knees. He pulled me in for a rough, teeth clashing, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss only for a minute to practically ripping my dress down off of my shoulders. He then moved his lips off mine, and began trailing open mouthed kisses across my jawline and down my neck, he gently bit down on the pressure point sending a shock of pleasure all the way to my core; suddenly I couldnt wait to have him inside me. He caressed the pressure point with his tongue before moving his mouth to my hardened nipples. He kissed them softly, going from one to another; my core beginning to ache with need. While he was kissing and sucking on my hardened peaks, I placed my hand on his cock and stroked him making us both moaning messes. The ache was starting to become unbearable, I rubbed my legs together for some friction, it didnt ease my need. Dylan noticed and laid back down on the seat, pulling me down with him. As our lips attached again, and he slowly slid his hands down my sides, all the way to my ass. He gave it a little squeeze before pulling my dress up, and ripping my panties off of me and throwing the silky material to the floor. He pulled me up higher so I could position myself over top of his dick. I slowly slid down, relieving the ache. He held my hips down to keep himself from slamming into my tight pussy. When I finally adjusted to his generous size I gave him the go ahead. He slowly lifted me up, all the way to the top of his cock then without warning he pulled me down roughly slamming himself inside me, hitting me right where I needed him to. He began slamming deep inside of me, the coil deep within my core tightened so much so it could have burst any minute, making me scream his name.

"Oh my god, Dylan! I’m gonna-” I began, but he stopped as quickly as he had began.

“Not yet, baby.” Dylan said, a smile playing on his lips. I looked at him, practically whining with my denied release. He began moving his hips up and down slowly, torturingly slow. My urge to slam myself down on him was almost uncontrolable.

He finally began moving deeper inside of me at a faster pace and I could again feel the coil in my abdomen tighten. Dylans eyes began to roll in the back of his head when I gentely moved his hands from my hips and started to ride his dick full force. I slammed myself into him over and over again until my eyes were rolling too. The only sound inside the cramped jeep were his grunts and my loud moans.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned between gritted teeth. I kept up my pace pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. He began bucking his hips slamming his cock deep within me harder and harder until I could feel his release fill me and I had a mind shattering orgasm that had me seeing white as I screamed his name. He finally slowed, taking deep panting breaths. I was panting too as i pressed my forehead to his. He gave me another long, meaningful kiss before pulling himself out of me.

“That was..that was…“ I began, trying to catch my breath.

"Amazing.” He finished.

I sat up awkwardly, pulling my dress down. He pulled his pants up and we sat in silence for a minute.

“So…can I get your number?” He asked. I gave it to him, hoping he would call sooner rather than later. I gave him one more kiss before hopping out of the broken down car and returning to the dive bar in search of Hanah and her crew.

He never called, and my heart was broken. I could have really fallen for him, too.

But that - that is just the beginning of my story with Dylan O'Brien.

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

Of course I’m ok with that!

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I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

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Closer.

Hey guys! I know its been a long time since I've written anything but this is based on the song Closer by Chainsmokers and Halsey. I've been working on this forever. Not sure if anyone even likes smut still...or this song...or me 😅 had to post it though so that I could stop thinking about it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lots of smut, cussing, unprotected sex...ya get the idea.

"Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you; drank too much and that's an issue but I'm okay.

Hey, please tell your friends it was nice to meet them - but I hope I never see them again.

Hey, I know it broke your heart, moved to the city in a broke down car and four years no call..."

My best friend followed the group of girls inside and turned around looking at me briefly, mouthing ‘I’m sorry!’.

“No, go have fun! I'll…sit…out here..on this…curb,” I said rolling my eyes at the bouncer that refused my entry. She turned and went inside, without another backward glance. I sighed heavily and pulled my phone and cigarettes out of my purse and searched for a lighter.

“Son of a mother fu-” I started, but was abruptly cut off by a guy that I’d never seen before. The first thing I noticed, aside from his perfect smile, were his dark amber eyes shining in the street light. He looked young, and kind of like a god. He held up a lighter and chuckled.

“Sick of the club scene?” he asked, offering me the flame of his lighter. I gladly accepted and inhaled deeply. I huffed and chuckled.

“Yeah maybe if I could actually get in, my fake id is missing.” I sighed dramatically, taking another long drag. 

 "Oh, shit. Rough night. Well,“ he began, taking a drag of his own smoke. 

“I know of a little place around the corner that doesn’t id. Its a tiny little crap hole - but they don’t id.” he said nervously, his group of friends disappearing in the dark Tucson night. I smiled at him, then looked down at my little black dress and the mile high pumps and finally stood up smiling. 

 "A little over dressed for a dive bar, but a drink sounds great.“ I told him, gesturing him to lead the way. He laughed turning on his heel, holding out his elbow. I placed my arm in his and began walking.

“I’m Dylan. I enjoy star wars and YouTube.” he said laughing.

“My friends call me y/n. l, too, enjoy nerding out to star wars, and long walks on the beach.” I replied, receiving the slight chuckle that I had aimed for. It was so attractive. During our walk I found out a lot about Dylan, he was definitely a talker. We talked about plans for the future; he said that he wanted to go into acting, wanted to move to the city. When he asked me what I wanted to do I didn’t really have a valid answer, so I said,

 "Eh, probably college. I’ve been accepted to a few, I really am thinking Naropa, it’s a college in Boulder. I want to see the mountains.“ I hadn’t even realized that was what I wanted. 

 "That’s awesome.” he replied, smiling that smile that practically made me melt.

“No, acting is awesome! I wish I had that talent, man” I said in awe. 

We talked and laughed the rest of the way to the bar elbow in elbow. When we got to there he went up to the bar while I made my way to the jukebox; avoiding the stares from the old men and a few miserable looking women. Music always becomes before drinks. Always. Always. Come on let me touch you, feel you, all night- always.

I looked around the bar, no one looked particularly interested in what was playing in the background of their conversations, I excitedly turned back to the new school touch screen jukebox; typing in “always,” by Blink 182. If I didn’t listen to it, it would be stuck in my head for days. Dylan crept up behind me holding a beer up.

 "I knew you weren’t a typical party girl.“ he let out a low chuckle. 

 "What do you mean?” I asked him; accepting the drink, and taking a gulp.

 "Blink? Not many typical party girls would go to a dive bar and play Blink." he said taking a drink of his beer and setting it down to air drum part of the song. How is this unbelievably attractive guy such a dork? I mean, I wasn’t complaining because apparently thats my weakness. I started to play some air guitar and sing along. When the song ended I grabbed my drink and started downing it, I finished it at about the same time he did, so I offered to grab him a refill too. He gratefully accepted my offer and I started walking to the front when all of a sudden I heard the beginning to the Blink song, the one that I just played, I turned to look at him and see if maybe he did it by accident but he was, once again, air drumming and singing.

“I screwed up on the one solo, so I had to play it again” He laughed as I approached him and handed him his drink. I giggled. I started really liking this guy and I already knew that I wanted to take this out of this little crappy bar, but I would be patient and wait. I watched as he attempted to perfect his solo and laughed when he stopped and said he screwed it up again. So, I took out another dollar and played it - again. 

After many more drinks and a few more rounds of “always” by blink 182, Dylan’s face had just gotten undeniably close to my own and I was very aware of the drinks that we had both just had. It may have been the buzz, but I swear to god he was about to kiss me when my phone started blaring: it was Hanah, the one who left me on the damn curb. Dylan looked down at his empty bottle and grabbed mine and signaled that he was going to grab more as I answered my phone. 

“Heeeelllllooooo?” I answered drunkenly.

 "Hey! Clubs dead, where’d ya go?“ she asked slurring her words. 

 "I-uh-” I began to reply as Dylan walked over and handed me my beer. His face dropped when I began telling her where I was. 

“Okay, yay! Be there in ten!” she practically yelled. I hung up the phone and looked at him.

 "Um…yeah my friends are on their way…" I told him taking a drink.

“Well, I gathered that much” he replied a snarkily, throwing in a wink so that I knew he wasnt really being a dickhead. 

“You might like them..” I answered reading the expression on his face. He lifted an eyebrow but didn’t reply. I rolled my eyes at him and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ before taking another swig.

 "This is the friend who ditched you? Sorry, but your friend sounds like a bitch.“ he stated blatantly. I laughed nearly spitting out the beer that I had just taken a drink of. 

“She’s not that bad, it is her birthday…” I told him trying to defend her - even though I knew he was right.

Hanah was a typical party girl. She drank and listened to awful music and was way too high maintenance to keep a guy for long. So she didn’t, she scooted and booted. Not that I was one to talk, I knew exactly where I wanted to end up by the end of this night.

“Okay, well I will put up with them if you come home with me tonight.” he said quickly, almost too quickly for me catch onto what he said. Without even thinking about it I smiled (surely my face was crimson red) and I winked at him.

“Deal.” I promised. I didn’t think he was going to be so straight up about it, but hey, I like it when someone doesn’t beat around the bush.

We both finished our drinks and we went up to the bar together, his hand on my lower back, when a sudden loud bang made us jump. There was laughter and before I knew it Hanah and her group of friends burst through the door.

She was wasted. Not like a little drunk, but falling over her own feet - wasted. Dylan took his hand off my back, as much as I hated the loss of contact, I walked over to her and asked if she was okay.

She had brought a guy but she was too busy staring at Dylan to even pay attention to him.

“Ohmigooood! you are sooooo fucking cute!” she said to him, he rolled his eyes and walked over to me and placed a hand around my waist making me warm all over. I could practically feel his stubble between my legs. Suddenly, desperate to get my hands all over him, I went to Hanah.

“Hanah, Dylan and I were just getting ready to leave,” I firmly stated adding a wink to let her know what was about to happen.

“Ohhh! GET SOME GIRL!” she slurred more loudly than I liked. Dylan’s neck snapped up from his phone and he raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. I could feel my face fill with crimson color as I attempted to keep my cool and look sexy when I smiled back at him.

He walked over to me more confidently than he had been (borderline cocky) and he placed his hand on my hips, making me squirm. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks in a sexy low tone. Instead of answering and giving away my excitement, I just nodded, maybe a little more eagerly than I had anticipated. I pounded the last drink and at that point had an intense buzz and was ready for some alone time with Dylan.

"Let’s get out of here.” I told him grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. As soon as we got out of the bar his lips were on mine, my fingers instantly grabbed at his soft brown hair making him moan into the kiss. My tongue met his as we stumbled Drunkenly through the parking lot of the small bar.

“my car is right there” he said pointing to a shabby beaten up old Jeep. He backed me up to it and pressed me against the door, hands slipping under my thighs. He easily lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel his generously sized cock pressed up against my heat through the rough khaki material. I moaned as he pressed hard against my covered core. I pulled away to take a breath, the buzz from the alcohol only made more intense by the lack of oxygen. We were both panting when I hopped down, he whined at the loss of contact but I grabbed him by the shirt, opened a back door and shoved him on the seat. He laid down and I got on top of him, closing the door behind me. I straddled him, connecting our lips again.

“oh god, you’re so hot.“ He said between kisses. I just giggled as I moved my lips from his and attached them to his neck. I left searing, open mouth kisses from his neck to his collar bone. He was practically purring under my touch.

I pushed his shirt up to drag my teeth gently down the patch of hair under his abdomen. I licked and sucked and kissed the skin right above where his pants stopped me. I used my teeth to unbutton his khakis making him groan as I look up at him through my lashes.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispered as I pulled down his pants and boxers making his erection spring up against his stomach. My eyes widened as I came to face his hardened cock. “I was just asking myself the same thing.” I told him, licking my lips as my panties dampened at the thought of how great it would feel when he pounded into me. I licked a strip up the underside of his cock making him mewl in satisfaction. I swirled my tongue around the swollen, pink tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had gathered there. Finally in one swift motion I put my lips around his cock and began to slowly bob my head up and down.

With the filthy sounds escaping his throat egging me on, I deep throated his cock and hollowed my cheeks. His tip hitting the back of my throat made my eyes water but I picked up the pace, wrapping my hand around what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His hips bucked up keeping in time with my bobbing head.

"Oh, god that feels so good.” He practically whined. Eyes watering I looked at him through my lashes. He was propped on one elbow, his head hung back but I could just see enough of his face to watch him lick his lips.

I finally slowed my bobbing head to a stop, and let his hardened cock out of my mouth. He sat up quickly, so I got to my knees. He pulled me in for a rough, teeth clashing, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss only for a minute to practically ripping my dress down off of my shoulders. He then moved his lips off mine, and began trailing open mouthed kisses across my jawline and down my neck, he gently bit down on the pressure point sending a shock of pleasure all the way to my core; suddenly I couldnt wait to have him inside me. He caressed the pressure point with his tongue before moving his mouth to my hardened nipples. He kissed them softly, going from one to another; my core beginning to ache with need. While he was kissing and sucking on my hardened peaks, I placed my hand on his cock and stroked him making us both moaning messes. The ache was starting to become unbearable, I rubbed my legs together for some friction, it didnt ease my need. Dylan noticed and laid back down on the seat, pulling me down with him. As our lips attached again, and he slowly slid his hands down my sides, all the way to my ass. He gave it a little squeeze before pulling my dress up, and ripping my panties off of me and throwing the silky material to the floor. He pulled me up higher so I could position myself over top of his dick. I slowly slid down, relieving the ache. He held my hips down to keep himself from slamming into my tight pussy. When I finally adjusted to his generous size I gave him the go ahead. He slowly lifted me up, all the way to the top of his cock then without warning he pulled me down roughly slamming himself inside me, hitting me right where I needed him to. He began slamming deep inside of me, the coil deep within my core tightened so much so it could have burst any minute, making me scream his name.

"Oh my god, Dylan! I'm gonna-" I began, but he stopped as quickly as he had began.

"Not yet, baby." Dylan said, a smile playing on his lips. I looked at him, practically whining with my denied release. He began moving his hips up and down slowly, torturingly slow. My urge to slam myself down on him was almost uncontrolable.

He finally began moving deeper inside of me at a faster pace and I could again feel the coil in my abdomen tighten. Dylans eyes began to roll in the back of his head when I gentely moved his hands from my hips and started to ride his dick full force. I slammed myself into him over and over again until my eyes were rolling too. The only sound inside the cramped jeep were his grunts and my loud moans.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned between gritted teeth. I kept up my pace pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. He began bucking his hips slamming his cock deep within me harder and harder until I could feel his release fill me and I had a mind shattering orgasm that had me seeing white as I screamed his name. He finally slowed, taking deep panting breaths. I was panting too as i pressed my forehead to his. He gave me another long, meaningful kiss before pulling himself out of me.

“That was..that was..." I began, trying to catch my breath.

"Amazing." He finished.

I sat up awkwardly, pulling my dress down. He pulled his pants up and we sat in silence for a minute.

"So...can I get your number?" He asked. I gave it to him, hoping he would call sooner rather than later. I gave him one more kiss before hopping out of the broken down car and returning to the dive bar in search of Hanah and her crew.

He never called, and my heart was broken. I could have really fallen for him, too.

But that - that is just the beginning of my story with Dylan O'Brien.

[twislife]

Dylan O’Brien singing Let It Go so you can save it to your camera roll and watch it whenever you’re sad.

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50 strange and unusual questions for Halloween

SEND ME NUMBERS AND ILL GLADLY ANSWER!

When you die, what do you want done with your remains?

 What is the weirdest thing you own?

Have you ever played with a Ouija Board? 

Do you believe in ghosts? 

Have you ever had an encounter with things that go ‘bump in the night’? 

Do you have a Deja Vu story?

Do you still trick-or-treat?

Have you ever had a black cat cross you, and have a streak of bad luck afterwards? 

Least favorite thing about Halloween? 

Favorite Serial Killer? 

Favorite thing to do in a Graveyard? 

Favorite Halloween Movie?

Favorite Ghost Story? 

Have you ever contacted a loved one from beyond the grave? 

Your biggest fear? 

Favorite Pumpkin flavored food? 

Candy corn or Popcorn Balls? 

Trick, or Treat?

Best halloween you ever had? 

Do you go to Corn Mazes ? 

Haunted Houses? 

Do you own any human remains that arent your own? 

Have you ever smashed a pumpkin? 

Do you like Apple Cider? 

Do you live near any ‘spooky’ places? 

Do you ever get goosebumps? 

Have you ever seen a dead body apart from a funeral?

Have you ever broken into an abandoned house or building? 

Do you believe in Vampires? (not sparkly ones, kids) 

Your scariest memory? 

Ever heard white noise from a turned off tv or radio? 

Weirdest Coincidence? 

Have you ever bobbed for apples? 

Ever had your fortune told? 

Favorite skin disease? 

Do you see figures in your Peripheral vision? 

Have you ever seen someone die? 

Have you ever caught something large on fire?

Favorite ‘fictional’ bad guy or monster that you wish was real? 

Do you believe in multiple dimensions or worlds?

Ever held a Seance?

Ever made a potion of any sort? 

Ever worn ‘funeral attire’ outside of a funeral? 

Have you ever made a blood pact?

Have you ever worked a spell? 

Do you believe in curses? 

Ever had an animal or pet see something that you cant?

Have you ever gotten lost in the woods at night

Have you ever caught a photo of a ghost? 

Have you ever played Bloody Mary?

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Cooooaaaaaccchhhh

Fucking right. God damn right.

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Ohhhh my good Lord.

I just popped my elbow out cheering fory babe Stiles though.

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DID THAT REALLY JUST FUCKING HAPPEN?!?

His precious alpha eyes...

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Go sheriff, go sheriff, go, go!

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I really just want Gerard and Monroe to die horrible, painful deaths.

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Reblog is you want Monroe to die a painful death.

because I know we all want it.

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Watching tonight's episode like...

Me: I really just want Gerard to die.

me: this dude kicking Nolan's ass can die too.

me: fucking die, kate!

me: THIS STUPID MONROE BITCH NEEDS HER HEAD ON A DAMN SPIKE. DIE, BITCH. DIIIIEEEE!

Who knew I had this much hate inside me lol

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😂

Something’s never change

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My birthday was like 3 days ago and I forgot about it. So I just bought a cupcake with a candle and wished for Dylan O'brien. Fingers crossed. 🙏🙏🙏

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Scott’s always been about one thing. Saving his friends. He will do anything and everything to save the people he cares about. When there’s no chance of winning, he keeps fighting. When all hope is lost, he finds another way and when he’s beaten down he stands up again.

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Part two to get you guys ready for part three.

My human part 2

Request: Sort of? 

Pairing: Stiles x Reader 

Warnings: Just the usual cursing, I believe that is all. 

A/n: Okay, guys! Here it is, in Stiles POV. let me know what you think…if anyone likes it, I’ll finish it off with a part three :) Hope you enjoy..Oh! and if anyone would prefer this to be in the original POV let me know, I just thought I’d try something different. 

Please read Part one first :)

There was something about the way that she looked at me, her eyes gentle and comforting; It made me feel at ease, for the first time in months.

 “Me? but, why?” I asked her. She looked from me to my dad, and back to me. She was hesitant, which made me a little uneasy.

“I have to talk to you in private, Stiles.” She replied.

 This should have made me feel uncomfortable, right? A girl wanders into the woods naked and then says she’s been looking for me. Of all the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills, she was looking for me, the human. Scott told me that she was dead asleep on top of the Nemeton. She knew what they were, meaning she was most likely supernatural as well…why else would she would she have been drawn to the Nemeton? 

 One look into her dark, serene eyes and any apprehension I was feeling subsided. 

 “Anything you need to say you can say in front of u-” my dad began to say, just being his protective self. I cut him off, there was something about her that I had complete trust in.

“Dad, it’s fine. uh - can we talk in your office?” I asked him, knowing that he would be skeptical but would eventually agree.

“Stiles..” my dad began, looking from Delilah to me. 

 “Dad, it’s okay.” I reassured him.

“Alright, but I will be right here with Parrish,” he said nodding to the door of his office.

 “Right on the other side of that door, with Parrish. and a nine millimeter.” he said looking to Delilah. She did not seem as offended as I would have expected. My dad pretty much just threatened her and she was…holding back a smile?

 “Okay, dad.” I replied, rolling my eyes. I turned back to Delilah and held my hand out to help her up, but she wouldn’t take it. She looked overwhelmed, and exhausted. I decided to keep my sarcastic comment to myself. She stood up and waited for me to start towards the door. I opened it and queued her to go in, she did and I followed right behind. For a moment there was nothing but silence, but it was an eerily comfortable silence. We spent a few moments staring at each other, almost as if we were both wondering if this was really happening. 

“So..you wanted to talk to me?” I said awkwardly attempting to break the tension. She held back a laugh and looked me in the eyes. She moved closer. 

“Stiles, you’re in so much pain.” She said to me, I automatically went on the defensive, does she seriously think she can just walk in here and I’m going to talk about feelings? No, that’s not how any of this works.

“No, not really. You know, just a few bruises from lacrosse practice, I’m good.” I told her a little more snarky than I had intended. She took offense to my tone, no doubt.

“Okay, I’m sorry but can you just tell me who you are and why you’re here?” I asked. It’s only fair, right? 

“Okay, Stiles. You might not believe me though-” Delilah started to say, but I had to cut her off right there.

“You have no idea what I’ve seen, I think I can believe anything at this point. Try me,” I told her. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but she has no idea the town she just walked into was full of some unbelievable things.

“Stiles, give me your hand,” she said getting closer to me. I was starting to get nervous, and you could tell by the look on her face that something was going on with her too. I could see her palms sweating and her hands starting to shake.

I let her take my hand, and when I did she closed her eyes. She was so beautiful, but when I looked at her holding onto my hand, she looked so vulnerable - scared - even

Her face flinched before her eyes shot open. 

“Stiles, I know this is strange. But I can’t help you if you don’t let me.” She said looking up to me.

“Who are you, Delilah?” I asked her candidly, furrowing my brow to her. Why did she even want to help me? She didn’t know me. She doesn’t know the things that I’ve done.

“Stiles, please just let me help you.” she said calmly. 

“I don’t want help, I just want to know who you are,” I said to her bluntly, making her wince at my words.

“Okay, fine, but first I want you to know something.” she said as if she didn’t know how to begin. She was so skeptical; she made me nervous, but completely calm at the same time. I’ve never felt anything like it. Its like, I know I should be nervous, but I wasn’t.

“Alright,” I agreed to listen to what she had to say before she revealed what kind of supernatural creature she was and why she was looking for me. 

“Stiles, everything you feel - I can feel. Like, your anxiety, right now. I can feel it. You’re so nervous. I just want to help you.” She said dubiously. All I wanted to know is what she was.

“How?” I questioned Delilah farther. I wanted answers. She was right, the anxiety from everything going on the past few months has definitely taken its toll on me. The guilt was unbearable, at times I thought I was going crazy.  

“Stiles, I’m what humans call a Selkie,” she stated. I didn’t know what that even was.

“Stiles,” a knock at the sheriffs door made us both jump. I wanted to know more about her, but here obviously wasn’t the right place.

“Yeah, coming” I answered, stepping away from her, just now realizing how close our bodies were. My mind was racing, selkie? I tried racking my brain, this is one supernatural creature that I’ve never heard of.

 I walked to the door, Delilah following close behind me. I walked out and see Scott waiting with my dad and Parrish. As much as I wanted to talk to Scott, I needed to be alone with Delilah so she could tell me more.

“Stiles…” Scott began to say when he saw Delilah behind me.

“I have to talk to her, then I will come find you.” I told him assuredly.

Scott and my dad exchanged glances and then looked to us. They wanted to know about her as much as I did. I know they just wanted to protect me, but I was starting to get anxious. Delilah grabbed my hand, she was feeling it. She knew.

“Okay, Delilah. I need you to explain to all of us what you are. Why you’re here. Then we can talk.” I told her, knowing that some kind of explanation may put Scott and my Dad at ease. I turned to her, her hand falling to her side.

“But, I-” She stopped mid sentence, I didn’t understand why she was so hesitant to tell them.

“Please,” I asked, I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave the station without someone tailing us if she didn’t just tell them. She opened her mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it again.

“You can trust them, I promise.” I tried encouraging her to go on.

“Okay,” she said trusting in me. She looked at all of us, and you could tell she was trying to think of where to begin. 

“Humans call us Selkies,” she started, a heavy sigh leaving her lips,

“Seal people.” She said.

“Seal people?” we all questioned her in unison.

“I’ve heard of that!” Scott exclaimed.

“Where?” I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

“Lydia, and the -” he started and I automatically knew where he’d heard of a Selkie.

“Beastiary.” Scott and I said in sync.

“Okay, whoa whoa whoa,” My dad interrupted.

“Seal people?” He questioned looking at Delilah.

“Yes,” She said looking to the floor.

“Why were you looking for Stiles?” Parrish asked her. All of the questions were starting to bother me, I needed to talk to her.

“Guys, I’ll be back later. I’m going to talk to her. Alone.” I said pragmatically. 

“Okay, listen..Stiles, I wanted to tell you something privately before you leave.” Scott said seriously. My heart jumped, this was going to be bad news. I can tell just by the way he said it. Delilah grabbed my hand again, and I relaxed a bit, my nerves became tranquil.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” I said to Delilah, letting go of her hand before following Scott into the hallway. I felt bad leaving her behind, but she seemed perfectly comfortable talking with Parrish.

“Listen, you need to know…” Scott began nervously. 

“What is it?” I asked him, agitation creeping up  again. 

 “I saw Theo, that’s why Malia and I were in the woods. We chased him. We couldn’t get to him in time. That’s when we found Delilah.” He said abruptly. It felt like I got hit by a bus, Theo. Fucking Theo.

“I thought he was in hell with the sister that he fucking murdered!” I whisper yelled to Scott.

“I-I don’t know why he’s here or what’s going on. Just watch your back, man.” Scott replied trying to calm me down. This is bullshit, I thought that problem had been taken care of. Oh well, I can’t worry about Theo right now I reminded myself.

“I can’t deal with this right now, Scott. I’m gonna go talk to Delilah and see what the hell is going on with this chick.” I told him nodding to where Delilah was. 

“Okay, just wanted to let you know. Call me when you get it figured out. I’m going to talk to Lydia.” He stated walking back into the office. Delilah was talking with Parrish and my father, their eyes trained on her when she spoke. 

“Hey, let’s go for a ride.” I said walking up to her, my dad and Parrish both looking up to me. Delilah stood and smiled at them. My dad gave me an approving nod and I turned on my heal and lead her out of the station to my jeep. 

 I got in the drivers seat and she sat in the passengers seat quietly. I put the jeep into gear and we set off. I knew where I wanted to take her, it’s the same spot that I took Scott to get drunk when Allison dumped him. It was secluded and quiet, exactly what we needed at this point. I wanted to know everything. 

 The ride was quiet, but it was comfortable and just being in the same space as her made me feel calm and levelheaded.  

When we got to the hill, I put the jeep in park and turned to Delilah. She looked at me with pure curiosity.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked her, intrigued with her expression.

“I just - Stiles, I  am so curious about humans. Well, about you.” she said hiding a shy smile. I let out a low laugh, wondering why. 

“Okay, I don’t even know where to start Stiles. When I turned 18, my father explained it to me like this:

Selkies are drawn to humans, physically and emotionally tied. That is why so many of us have left our lives in the sea. But, it’s not just any human. It is a human that needs saving. He said that I would be drawn to one human throughout my lifetime. Stiles, you are my human.” She quickly looked to my eyes, surely to try to channel my feelings or something. I was her human? like, she’s laying claim to me already? Why exactly do I need saving? What do I have to do? Obviously I have some issues to work through, but ‘saving’ was a bit of an exaggeration..

“Okay, so why were you drawn to me? I don’t need saving. I mean a few years ago when I got possessed by a nogitsune,” I rambled at her. I wasn’t angry, I was just so confused. 

“I didn’t begin to get any type of connection to the human world until I was of age. I didn’t realize I - I -” she said nervously to me. She had a connection with me, that’s why I’m calm around her, right? 

“Is that why you make me feel so calm?” I asked her. She lifted her head and our eyes met once again and suddenly I was at complete peace with the world for a minute. It was a beautiful feeling.

“Yes.” she said smiling in return. I had one more question that needed to be answered.

 “I believe you when you say that you don’t want to hurt anyone. I do need to know one more thing. Why are you so worried about Scott? You were just so skeptical of telling him that you’re a selkie.” I questioned her, if there is anyone in this world that I can trust -that anyone can trust- it’s Scott. She opened her mouth, about to tell me, when my phone starts blaring. It was Scott. I answered immediately.  

“Yeah man, what’s up” I answered.

“Stiles..where are you and Delilah?” he asked me hurriedly. Something was wrong.

“We’re at the big hill, why?” I asked confusedly and looked to her. Her expression no longer calm.

“Stiles, I think…I think Theo took something of hers. Something of Delilah’s. Something she left at the nemeton. Lydia and I just followed him there and he was digging something up-”  he rambled, but my thoughts kept going to Delilah. I looked at her again, she looked so confused. 

“Stiles?” Scott said on the other end of the line, I knew I must have missed him say something.

“W-what?” I asked Scott, returning my focus to him.

“Lydia wants you to ask Delilah where she hid her sealskin.” he stated firmly and quickly.

“Her wh?-uh-Delilah, where is your sealskin?” I asked, looking back up to her.

Suddenly, complete and utter terror spread over her face,

“At the nemeton.” She stated, horrified.