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Words for Skin Tone | How to Describe Skin Color

We discussed the issues describing People of Color by means of food in Part I of this guide, which brought rise to even more questions, mostly along the lines of “So, if food’s not an option, what can I use?” Well, I was just getting to that!

This final portion focuses on describing skin tone, with photo and passage examples provided throughout. I hope to cover everything from the use of straight-forward description to the more creatively-inclined, keeping in mind the questions we’ve received on this topic.

Standard Description

Basic Colors

Pictured above: Black, Brown, Beige, White, Pink.

“She had brown skin.”

This is a perfectly fine description that, while not providing the most detail, works well and will never become cliché.

Describing characters’ skin as simply brown or beige works on its own, though it’s not particularly telling just from the range in brown alone.

Complex Colors

These are more rarely used words that actually “mean” their color. Some of these have multiple meanings, so you’ll want to look into those to determine what other associations a word might have.

Pictured above: Umber, Sepia, Ochre, Russet, Terra-cotta, Gold, Tawny, Taupe, Khaki, Fawn.

Complex colors work well alone, though often pair well with a basic color in regards to narrowing down shade/tone.

For example: Golden brown, russet brown, tawny beige…

As some of these are on the “rare” side, sliding in a definition of the word within the sentence itself may help readers who are unfamiliar with the term visualize the color without seeking a dictionary.

“He was tall and slim, his skin a russet, reddish-brown.”

Comparisons to familiar colors or visuals are also helpful:

“His skin was an ochre color, much like the mellow-brown light that bathed the forest.”

Modifiers

Modifiers, often adjectives, make partial changes to a word.The following words are descriptors in reference to skin tone.

Dark - Deep - Rich - Cool

Warm - Medium - Tan

Fair - Light - Pale

Rich Black, Dark brown, Warm beige, Pale pink…

If you’re looking to get more specific than “brown,” modifiers narrow down shade further.

Keep in mind that these modifiers are not exactly colors.

As an already brown-skinned person, I get tan from a lot of sun and resultingly become a darker, deeper brown. I turn a pale, more yellow-brown in the winter.

While best used in combination with a color, I suppose words like “tan” “fair” and “light” do work alone; just note that tan is less likely to be taken for “naturally tan” and much more likely a tanned White person.

Calling someone “dark” as description on its own is offensive to some and also ambiguous. (See: Describing Skin as Dark)

Undertones

Undertones are the colors beneath the skin, seeing as skin isn’t just one even color but has more subdued tones within the dominating palette.

pictured above: warm / earth undertones: yellow, golden, copper, olive, bronze, orange, orange-red, coral | cool / jewel undertones: pink, red, blue, blue-red, rose, magenta, sapphire, silver. 

Mentioning the undertones within a character’s skin is an even more precise way to denote skin tone.

As shown, there’s a difference between say, brown skin with warm orange-red undertones (Kelly Rowland) and brown skin with cool, jewel undertones (Rutina Wesley).

“A dazzling smile revealed the bronze glow at her cheeks.”

“He always looked as if he’d ran a mile, a constant tinge of pink under his tawny skin.”

Standard Description Passage

“Farah’s skin, always fawn, had burned and freckled under the summer’s sun. Even at the cusp of autumn, an uneven tan clung to her skin like burrs. So unlike the smooth, red-brown ochre of her mother, which the sun had richened to a blessing.”

-From my story “Where Summer Ends” featured in Strange Little Girls

Here the state of skin also gives insight on character.

Note my use of “fawn” in regards to multiple meaning and association. While fawn is a color, it’s also a small, timid deer, which describes this very traumatized character of mine perfectly.

Though I use standard descriptions of skin tone more in my writing, at the same time I’m no stranger to creative descriptions, and do enjoy the occasional artsy detail of a character.

Creative Description

Whether compared to night-cast rivers or day’s first light…I actually enjoy seeing Characters of Colors dressed in artful detail.

I’ve read loads of descriptions in my day of white characters and their “smooth rose-tinged ivory skin”, while the PoC, if there, are reduced to something from a candy bowl or a Starbucks drink, so to actually read of PoC described in lavish detail can be somewhat of a treat.

Still, be mindful when you get creative with your character descriptions. Too many frills can become purple-prose-like, so do what feels right for your writing when and where. Not every character or scene warrants a creative description, either. Especially if they’re not even a secondary character.

Using a combination of color descriptions from standard to creative is probably a better method than straight creative. But again, do what’s good for your tale.

Natural Settings - Sky

Pictured above: Harvest Moon -Twilight, Fall/Autumn Leaves, Clay, Desert/Sahara, Sunlight - Sunrise - Sunset - Afterglow - Dawn- Day- Daybreak, Field - Prairie - Wheat, Mountain/Cliff, Beach/Sand/Straw/Hay.

Now before you run off to compare your heroine’s skin to the harvest moon or a cliff side, think about the associations to your words.

When I think cliff, I think of jagged, perilous, rough. I hear sand and picture grainy, yet smooth. Calm. mellow.

So consider your character and what you see fit to compare them to.

Also consider whose perspective you’re describing them from. Someone describing a person they revere or admire may have a more pleasant, loftier description than someone who can’t stand the person.

“Her face was like the fire-gold glow of dawn, lifting my gaze, drawing me in.”

“She had a sandy complexion, smooth and tawny.”

Even creative descriptions tend to draw help from your standard words.

Flowers

Pictured above: Calla lilies, Western Coneflower, Hazel Fay, Hibiscus, Freesia, Rose

It was a bit difficult to find flowers to my liking that didn’t have a 20 character name or wasn’t called something like “chocolate silk” so these are the finalists. 

You’ll definitely want to avoid purple-prose here.

Also be aware of flowers that most might’ve never heard of. Roses are easy, as most know the look and coloring(s) of this plant. But Western coneflowers? Calla lilies? Maybe not so much.

“He entered the cottage in a huff, cheeks a blushing brown like the flowers Nana planted right under my window. Hazel Fay she called them, was it?”

Assorted Plants & Nature

Pictured above: Cattails, Seashell, Driftwood, Pinecone, Acorn, Amber

These ones are kinda odd. Perhaps because I’ve never seen these in comparison to skin tone, With the exception of amber.

At least they’re common enough that most may have an idea what you’re talking about at the mention of “pinecone." 

I suggest reading out your sentences aloud to get a better feel of how it’ll sounds.

"Auburn hair swept past pointed ears, set around a face like an acorn both in shape and shade.”

I pictured some tree-dwelling being or person from a fantasy world in this example, which makes the comparison more appropriate.

I don’t suggest using a comparison just “cuz you can” but actually being thoughtful about what you’re comparing your character to and how it applies to your character and/or setting.

Wood

Pictured above: Mahogany, Walnut, Chestnut, Golden Oak, Ash

Wood can be an iffy description for skin tone. Not only due to several of them having “foody” terminology within their names, but again, associations.

Some people would prefer not to compare/be compared to wood at all, so get opinions, try it aloud, and make sure it’s appropriate to the character if you do use it.

“The old warlock’s skin was a deep shade of mahogany, his stare serious and firm as it held mine.”

Metals

Pictured above: Platinum, Copper, Brass, Gold, Bronze

Copper skin, brass-colored skin, golden skin…

I’ve even heard variations of these used before by comparison to an object of the same properties/coloring, such as penny for copper.

These also work well with modifiers.

“The dress of fine white silks popped against the deep bronze of her skin.”

Gemstones - Minerals

Pictured above: Onyx, Obsidian, Sard, Topaz, Carnelian, Smoky Quartz, Rutile, Pyrite, Citrine, Gypsum

These are trickier to use. As with some complex colors, the writer will have to get us to understand what most of these look like.

If you use these, or any more rare description, consider if it actually “fits” the book or scene.

Even if you’re able to get us to picture what “rutile” looks like, why are you using this description as opposed to something else? Have that answer for yourself.

“His skin reminded her of the topaz ring her father wore at his finger, a gleaming stone of brown, mellow facades.” 

Physical Description

Physical character description can be more than skin tone.

Show us hair, eyes, noses, mouth, hands…body posture, body shape, skin texture… though not necessarily all of those nor at once.

Describing features also helps indicate race, especially if your character has some traits common within the race they are, such as afro hair to a Black character.

How comprehensive you decide to get is up to you. I wouldn’t overdo it and get specific to every mole and birthmark. Noting defining characteristics is good, though, like slightly spaced front teeth, curls that stay flopping in their face, hands freckled with sunspots…

General Tips

Indicate Race Early: I suggest indicators of race be made at the earliest convenience within the writing, with more hints threaded throughout here and there.

Get Creative On Your Own: Obviously, I couldn’t cover every proper color or comparison in which has been “approved” to use for your characters’ skin color, so it’s up to you to use discretion when seeking other ways and shades to describe skin tone.

Skin Color May Not Be Enough: Describing skin tone isn’t always enough to indicate someone’s ethnicity. As timeless cases with readers equating brown to “dark white” or something, more indicators of race may be needed.

Describe White characters and PoC Alike: You should describe the race and/or skin tone of your white characters just as you do your Characters of Color. If you don’t, you risk implying that White is the default human being and PoC are the “Other”).

PSA: Don’t use “Colored.” Based on some asks we’ve received using this word, I’d like to say that unless you or your character is a racist grandmama from the 1960s, do not call People of Color “colored” please. 

Not Sure Where to Start? You really can’t go wrong using basic colors for your skin descriptions. It’s actually what many people prefer and works best for most writing. Personally, I tend to describe my characters using a combo of basic colors + modifiers, with mentions of undertones at times. I do like to veer into more creative descriptions on occasion.

Want some alternatives to “skin” or “skin color”? Try: Appearance, blend, blush, cast, coloring, complexion, flush, glow, hue, overtone, palette, pigmentation, rinse, shade, sheen, spectrum, tinge, tint, tone, undertone, value, wash.

Skin Tone Resources

List of Color Names

The Color Thesaurus

Skin Undertone & Color Matching

Tips and Words on Describing Skin

Photos: Undertones Described (Modifiers included)

Online Thesaurus (try colors, such as “red” & “brown”)

Don’t Call me Pastries: Creative Skin Tones w/ pics I 

Writing & Description Guides

WWC Featured Description Posts

WWC Guide: Words to Describe Hair

Writing with Color: Description & Skin Color Tags

7 Offensive Mistakes Well-intentioned Writers Make

I tried to be as comprehensive as possible with this guide, but if you have a question regarding describing skin color that hasn’t been answered within part I or II of this guide, or have more questions after reading this post, feel free to ask!

~ Mod Colette

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Blurbs Masterlist!

Thought I'd add the blurbs to the main masterlist! And if you'd like to check them out (or need something to do while you pass the time in the bathroom), I've added them to this post, so they're all yours!

Thank you again to everyone requesting, this is so much fun!

Me? Jealous? (Stay With Me)

Rough and Loving It (Use Me) *

How Do You Like Me Now? (She's Not You)

Who Knew Olive Gardens Were Sexy? (Makeup Sex) *

Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun (Famous and Loving It) *

Soul Surfer (Scary Harry Gets a Scare)

Speak Now (Ruin My Day)

Wet Dreams (Show Me How You Fuck Yourself) *

Dangerous Games (Harry is a PR Nightmare)

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister (Married and Hating It)

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 2

Harry in Subspace *

Showing Harry Around Hungary

I Don't Need You (But I Want You) *

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 3 *

Jealousy All Through the Weeknd

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 4

Agent Dumbass (You Get Shot, Harry Gets Pissed)

Stitch Me Up (Harry Gets Shot, You Get Pissed)

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 5 *

Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs *

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 6*

Jack Shit*

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 7

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 8

Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister 9 (The Final Part)

Jack Shit pt. 2*

Sunny with a Chance of Stalking

I Think I'm Losing It (Pregnancy Announcement)

Mirror, Mirror (Feeling a Bit Insecure)

Maybe Harry's Not So Bad

Ring, Ring! Hello? It's Horny*

Sunny with a Chance of Stalking pt. 2

Lights, Camera...Angela?

And The Winner Is...(Grammy's Night)*

Blurbs about Dylan and his different characters! (Gosh he's so pretty)

Getting Caught is Much More Fun (Dylan) *

Thomas the Angry Train (Thomas)

Alone Time Is Better With You (Mitch) *

Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs (Dylan) *

Thomas the Angry Train pt. 2 (Thomas)

Injured and Angsty (Stiles)*

Chaos, Strife, Pain...and You (Void Stiles)*

Scott's a Peeping Tom (Stiles)

Secrets, Sex, and Scandals pt. 1 (Richie Boyle)*

Pillowtalk (Dylan)

Secrets, Sex, and Scandals pt. 2 (aka Richie Boyle gets hurt)

Now Let Me Hear You Cheer (Stiles)

Full Masterlist

[wildflowerdylan]

BEST FRIENDS

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, drinking, smoking, cursing.

Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.

Julia lived with her longterm girlfriend, Aly. They had this great place in the city that we all would gather monthly for a group party. It was the best way to get everyone to catch up for hours without paying out the ass for booze. Mikey and Olivia came over to my place before the big party to pregame, get ready, and force me to come. Olivia put me in black pants and the tiniest top she could find in my closet while Mikey handed me shot after shot. About two hours later, the three of us arrived at Julia's. 

“Hey!” Aly cheered as she gave each of us a hug individually. “You look stunning!” Aly smiled as she held me a little tighter. “Kamille isn’t here yet.” She pulled away and watched as a weight lifted off my shoulders. I’ve never been so relieved to learn that Dylan wasn’t there. I smiled at the girl and then walked past her to the kitchen to get another drink. I’ve got enough time to be drunk enough to handle dealing with this girl. 

I open their large fridge and pull out a can of whatever is closest and a couple of jello shots. I throw my head back and immediately suck three shots down before cracking open the can in my hands and closing the fridge. I turn and see a tall figure watching me with a smirk, making me jump just enough to spill some of my drink. “God! Why didn’t you say anything!” The man scoffed lightly, “I thought we weren’t talking right now.” I looked at him emotionless. “We aren’t.” Dylan rolls his eyes for a second, “I thought you’d be happy that Kamille isn’t here.” I turned to face him again after trying my best to leave the kitchen without any more words. “I am happy. I’m ecstatic, even! Because now I don’t have to worry about being fucking bullied for just existing!” Dylan scoffed angrily, “Get off your high horse, Y/N/N. She’s not that bad.” I put my drink down on the counter and walk closer to the man in front of me, “Yes, she is! Her entire existence is to hurt my feelings!” Both of our voices were rising more and more with each word. I could hear Julia turning the music up to give us some sort of privacy. “She’s got a good reason for it, Y/N.” I throw my hands up angrily, “Are you fucking serious?” Dylan mocks my actions. “What could possibly be a good enough reason to be a bitch?” Dylan moves closer to me again, “Because she’s jealous. She’s jealous of how close we are.” I shake my head back and forth, close enough to feel his breath on my face. “That’s a bullshit fucking reason, Dylan. She’s the one dating you, not me.” We were both breathing heavily and angrily, our eyes switching back and forth as we argued like we’ve never argued before. The silence should’ve helped us both calm down, but it didn’t. The only thing that changed any demeanor between the two of us in the present moment was the sudden leap Dylan took.

He pressed his lips against mine feverishly. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as both my arms wrapped around his. His other hand found my waist followed by the first hand as he picked me up and sat me on the counter. His lips paced insatiably down my neck and chest. “Dylan-” I moaned as he hit every spot I wanted him to. “Wait- Dylan-” He continued moving around my body. His lips finally made their way back to my own and so did the thought I had before, “Wait.” He pulled away breathlessly. “What?” I looked at him for a second as I tried to catch my breath as well. “What the hell are we doing?” Dylan looked around for a moment, noting where each of his hands were, “Making out?” I shook my head, “No, no, Dylan. I mean, what the fuck is this? What about Kamille?” Dylan shrugged his shoulders, “I thought you hated Kamille.” He sighed as he began kissing my neck again. I pushed him back softly, “Dylan.” The man pulled away from me again with a tense look on his face. “Look, Y/N/N, there’s something I sort of left out about Kamille and I’s relationship.” I nod my head to urge him to continue. “We have an open relationship.” I furrow my eyebrows at the boy in between my legs - the one that I’ve been wanting in between my legs. He shrugs, “Basically, we can fuck whoever we want as long as we come home to each other at the end of the day.” Dylan smirks softly before eyeing my lips again and diving back in. At first, I let him graciously - not fully processing what he just said to me. Moments later, I moan his name again. “Dylan.” He smirks into my shoulder, “God, I love hearing you moan that.” I shook my head, “No, Dyl-” I sigh, pushing the boy back, “No. No, no, no.” Dylan looks back at me in confusion, “What?” I shake my head and hop down off the counter top. “I-I’m not just someone you can fuck. I’m your friend- your best friend…” I pause and shake my head before mumbling quietly, “Or at least I thought I was…”

[wildflowerdylan]

CONSTRUCTION

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Sam Taylor x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (eventually lol), cursing, misogyny. 

Concept: You move to a new town and meet the local construction owner.

We drove down the dirt road in our baby blue LaSalle with a black overhead and big silver rims. The sun was shining down bright and happy in between fluffy clouds as they strolled through the air politely. We stop in front of a large, white house. A couple of other roadsters behind us stopped too. We packed up all of our favorite items and left the rest behind with the plan to buy new things. I sighed in relief, excited to get out of this car. I open the door carefully and step out. My brother, Vincent, immediately ran over to me and tried helping me out after the fact. My father, who was helping my brother and I move not too far from our old home, had some words of anger to share as he watched the whole ordeal happen. I sighed lightly to myself, wishing that he would just let me be. But he didn’t want a daughter who raised her voice or took care of herself. I did my best to ignore his hateful words while still responding enough that he thought I cared. 

I walked up to the large, beautiful house and stared for a moment. This house was mine. And, sort of, Vincent’s, who would only be staying with me until I found an appropriate mate.

I begin to move to walk into the gorgeous piece of architecture when I once again get yelled at. “Y/F/N Y/M/N! Let Vincent in first! Remember your manners.” My father shouted from away. I turn to look at him and nod before stepping aside and letting Vincent in. The blonde man looks at me with a worrisome eye before nodding his head and stepping in. 

Vincent was kind and loving towards me. He hated my father just as much as I did. But he had the unfortunate habit of forgetting his place and leaving me to get the fall back of his less than assertive nature. He stepped aside lightly to let me walk past him as I wandered the halls of my future. I was going to finally be free from the grip of an uncaring man. At least, until I was to be set up with whatever suitor my father inevitably finds for me. 

I step up the freshly built staircase and walk around the upstairs joyously as the men who traveled with me carry my belongings in and place them where they see fit. There was one room at the end of the hallway that particularly intrigued my whimsy as its door was the only door that was closed. I waltz over carefully before swinging it open in cheer. That’s when I saw him. 

I let out a loud scream before turning and closing the door and running back out of the house into my brother’s arms. “Grab the gun! There’s an intruder!” I shout while pointing to the house vigorously. My father scoffs as I cry out, waiting for me to calm down. Once I finally did, he spoke, “There is no such thing.” I shake my head with widened eyes and feel my heart begin to raise again - this time from anger. He takes a breath to begin a tangent - most likely about me being a troublesome liar - when the man I saw before pops out. I turn to look at the man quickly pointing my finger, “There he is!” The brunette man puts his hands up carefully and calmly, like he’s been through this before. He has the same look in my eyes - fear.

My father lets out a hearty laugh that is sudden and loud. We all snap our heads to the older man before he explains, “You stupid girl. That’s the contractor.” I change my face, it’s offended and confused. “He built the house, “Y/N/N.” Vincent says quietly from behind me. I turn to look at the man again, his face is soft and understanding. “Oh.” I say shortly. “Mr. Taylor, this is my ill-mannered daughter, Y/N.” Mr. Taylor nods his head slowly, smiling small with his brown eyes. My father moves to grab Vincent carefully, “And this is my son, Vincent. He’ll be the man of the house until we can find a suitor for Y/N.” Sam nods his head again, beginning to gain a look of discomfort. “Y/N, Sam will look after you when I’m away in the city for work.” Vincent says suddenly. I nod my head shortly, unsure of how I should act at this point. There was nothing I wanted less than to have my father yell at me again. Especially in front of the handsome man before me. 

“Well, I’m sure you’re more than capable of handling things yourself, but I’ll be around if you need me.” He smiles softly as he tries to show that he does not feel the same way as the old man. “Nonsense. She’ll be with you whenever Vincent is not here. I don’t want her running around alone.” Sam nods his head uncomfortably. He clearly hasn’t learned how to talk to my father just yet. “I promise not to be a bother, Mr. Taylor.” I send him a polite smile while trying to please my father. “Please, call me Sam.” My father scoffs again, “Mr. Taylor, please do not teach my daughter improper manners. The only men she doesn’t have to address by their last name are me and my son.” Sam looked at him with wider eyes than before as he nodded his head carefully.

“Vincent, everything is inside where it needs to be. I must be getting back home to your mother.” Vincent nodded his head in response to my father before moving next to me so that we could watch my father and his helpers leave together. Once the only roadster in sight was our LaSalle, Vincent let his breath go. I turned to him carefully as he moved to sit on the steps of the house just in front of Mr. Taylor. The two sat down next to each other. I walked over carefully and stood quietly.

“Y/N, we should lay down some clear guidelines.” I nod my head at Vincent calmly, but I instantly feel fear. Was he going to be as ruthless as my father after all? “First thing, you can call Mr. Taylor, Sam. Just not around father. And you don’t have to be watched at all times, you’re a grown woman and it’s time you get treated as such.” I nodded my head carefully as I watched the two with furrowed eyebrows. Sam pulled his hand out and reached it out to shake my own. I grab it slowly. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” I smile softly, maybe things are going to be okay here after all.

[wildflowerdylan]

HAVING AN AFFAIR

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Fred Fitzell x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drug use, alcohol use, masturbation, cheating.

Concept: Love, sex, and drugs. Starring Fred Fitzell, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and Mercury.

The sky was dim and cloudy, giving the appearance that it was about to rain - although, if you lived here you knew the little water droplets would never come. The air was empty and cold, too, leaving goose bumps on my arms like the crunch in a crunch bar. I push open the large doors to my modern apartment building and walk inside, letting the warm hit my skin aggressively. A few more steps in and I’m at the large, black elevators. I press the button until it turns red and wait for the elevator to come and take me back up to the eleventh floor. I finally hear a ding that indicates to me the elevator is about to open. Once the doors pry wide, I can see two people standing with each other and a cart to carry boxes. They both look exhausted - mentally and physically. 

I furrow my eyebrows as I recognize who it is I’m staring at. He looks up just as the word falls out of my mouth with surprise, “Fred?” The lean man looks at me with a soft smile, his brown eyes growing lighter. “Y/N?” He moves past the cart to reach out to me. I graciously take his sign of happiness and engulf him into a long hug. The hug couldn’t have lasted for much longer than 30 seconds before an uncomfortable cough comes from the woman who stood next to him moments ago. “Karen, this is an old… friend from high school… Y/N. Y/N, this is my… wife, Karen.” He looks back at me with a particular expression that lets me know Karen has no clue who I actually was to him and probably shouldn’t ever know - an ex. I nod my head regardless, “Are you two helping someone move in?” Karen shakes her head, stepping forward with the cart and grabbing Fred’s hand. “No, we actually just moved in ourselves.” I nod and smile, “That’s great! Looks like we’re new neighbors, then.” Fred shifts for a moment, trying to contain his emotions. “What floor are you?” I look up from the floor at Karen’s words, “I live on eleven. Apartment G.” They both nod, “We’re on eleven too,” Fred smiles. I nod my head once more, holding my hand in the elevator so that it doesn’t leave without me. “I guess that means I’ll see you both around then.” They both smile politely as I wave my hand carefully and retreat into the elevator with a soft smile.

A short ride later and I’m walking to my apartment. I find myself wondering which one is his with each door I pass. I sigh to myself as I reach my door. I loved my apartment. It was gorgeous and I spent a lot of time, effort, and money to make this place the home it is now. But that didn’t change the heartbreak I suddenly felt all over again from when Fred and I broke up years ago. I remember it was right before we graduated college and we had both realized two very big things. 1, we were going to different places in life. 2, our whole relationship was based on drug use and merc. So, we mutually agreed to end things. He was ready for marriage and kids, rehab - I was ready to travel the world and make new experiences, never stop. Of course, I eventually did stop taking merc along with every other drug in the book except the occasional alcoholic beverage and caffeine, of course. I also traveled everywhere I wanted. I met new people, made new experiences, and became, honestly, a whole new person. But I became that person too late. Now, Fred is just the one who got away.

I set my purse down on the kitchen bar top for a second. I look at the white and black marble, tracing the lines to ease my mind. I shake my head and rub my face with my hands before moving to grab a bottle of wine and a glass and then head into the bathroom. I turn my tub on to let it fill up. I strip down from my clothes and long day and hop in after all the bubbles have puffed up; placing each step into the large white tub carefully. I take a big gulp from the bottle and slump into the tub deeper. Seeing Fred is both the best and worst thing to have happened to me today. I think seeing him has just confirmed that I still love him and I still want him - making it very bittersweet to see him in front of me.

I want him to look at me the way he used to. To hold my hand. To hold me when I’m sad. To touch me. I want him to touch me. I bit my lip as I cradled the glass of wine in my hands. A sigh released my mouth as I put the glass down on the side of the tub carefully. If I’m going to think about Fred this way, I might as well put it to good use… I slipped one hand down into the water and closed my eyes as I began rubbing circles, picturing his hand where mine is. His tongue entangled with my own. My hands wrapped up in his hair as he nips at my neck and breasts. The feeling of him growing quickly as our bath together gets more and more heated. The heat inside of me burns brighter and brighter until, suddenly, a knock bursts me out of my bubble. 

I sigh in the tone of sexual frustration as I grab a nearby towel to dry myself off before throwing a robe on. I drain my tub, deciding that maybe bath time was not what I needed, and walk out into the living room. I place the more than half empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and carry my glass over to the front door. 

The tall brunette is revealed from behind the door as I open it swiftly. I straighten up with wide eyes at the surprise of the man I craved. “Hi…” I speak breathlessly. Fred smiles, “Can I come in?” I nod my head kindly before moving out of the way and letting him take a seat on the couch. I walk back over to the kitchen and put my glass down next to the bottle. “Do you want a glass of wine?” Fred turns to watch me as I reach for another glass on the top shelf of the cabinets. He takes a moment to answer as he watches my robe lift higher and higher. “Uh, yeah, sure.” “Here you go.” I smile, handing him the glass before sitting down with mine in the chair diagonal to him. “So, what brings you here?” Fred kept his eyes on the glass swirling between his hands for a second longer before adjusting and looking at me. “You.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion, “I mean, I assumed that, Fred… But why?” He put his glass down on a coaster near him as he stood up and moved closer to me while still staying on the couch. “Y-you can’t tell Karen about us.” I furrow my eyebrows. Fred continues, “She can’t know about our past… about merc…” I nod my head, suddenly realizing what he was saying. “She doesn’t know?” Fred sighed as he shook his head. “Y/N/N, she doesn’t know anything up until she and I met…” I nod my head once more. “Okay…” I stand up slowly, grabbing my glass off the table and finishing it quickly. “Fred, this feels like a lot of lies to have with your wife.” I hear his footsteps come towards me slowly as the wine fills my glass once more tonight. He grabs the bottle out of my hand from behind me and spins me around to look at him. We haven’t been this physically close since the day we broke up. “You’re still so damn stunning.” I look at his eyes back and forth in disbelief. “You’re not supposed to compliment other girls when you’re married.” He nods his head, speaking softly before dipping his head closer to mine, “You’re not supposed to kiss them either…”

[wildflowerdylan]

[wildflowerdylan]

dylan o'brien, one chance please. i can bark better than tony 😩

📸: June 10, 2022

[wildflowerdylan]

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[wildflowerdylan]

BOXER

PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, mentions of violence and alcohol, slight alcohol abuse (drunk characters).

Concept: Of all the people to fall for, Y/F/N Y/L/N never expected it to be the asshole boxer her friends are friends with.

“Hey, Y/N/N. How was your night?” I moaned groggily in response. I was fucking hungover. “I don’t know. I don’t care.” Tyler laughed as he handed me a coffee with extra sweetener, extra creamer, and lots of ice. Dexter was sitting at our dining room table with his head in the vomit bucket in his arms. “Nice to see Dex is worse than me.” Tyler laughed as we both watched Dexter give me the finger. I just shake my head at the boy and sat down next to him in front of the plate Tyler has made me. “You’re the absolute best mom ever, Ty.” Tyler smiles at me as he moves to sit down and eat as well.

About two waffles and three bites of eggs in, a loud knock erupted our peaceful silence in our house. Dexter groaned as loud as he could to let us all know how miserable he is. Thank God he did this. I mean how else would we know? I watched Ty walk over to the door and unlock it, revealing the handsome boxer and my blouse from the night before. My eyes widened. “Is Y/N ho-“ I jumped up and ran over to the door, “I got it!” Tyler wiggled his eyebrows at me teasingly, leaving me no choice but to tell the truth, “Relax, the only thing that happened last night was Dylan and I getting drunk.” Dylan’s face turned, a small frown replacing the smile that was once on his lips. God, those lips. “And me!” Dexter yelled, once again, not letting us forget how miserable he is. “I thought we did a little more than just get drunk.” Dylan spoke, ignoring Dexter entirely. I just looked at him in response, my eyes switched past his over and over as I tried to find something to say. “O'Brien, wanna come in?” Tyler spoke after moments of silence, clearly not recognizing something was happening. Dylan nodded his head shortly, not taking his eyes off of me. He was getting angry. “Here.” he spoke harshly, holding my shirt out for me to grab and waiting for me to take it. “Thank y-” He walked past me, brushing my arm slightly. I stood there in shock, just looking at the man who was now sitting next to Dexter across from my plate. I followed Tyler back over to the table. Tyler offered Dylan a plate hesitantly, “Sure. What do you have?” Tyler replied all the while building the plate and handing it to his friend, the one who was looking at me intensely. “ Dexter, you really should eat something.” I spoke out of the silence, nudging Dexter’s foot with my own. He groaned in response before picking his head up slowly and beginning to shovel food in his mouth, bucket now in his lap. 

“So, why were you in Dylan’s house, Y/N/N?” I looked down at my eggs and pushed them around the plate, avoiding Dexter’s eyes. “You guys know how you get at parties. If I was going to be abandoned, it might as well be in a nice house.” Tyler and Dexter both chuckled lightly, Dylan stayed silent. “Except, you weren’t abandoned.” Dylan spoke harshly. “I was there, occupying my time with some ungrateful brat instead of finding a girl that is actually worth my time and efforts.” I dropped my fork on the table and scoffed at the man next to me. We both looked at each other angrily. “I have to go throw up.” I spoke, not losing eye contact with Dylan. Tyler sighed, “Y/N, you’re totally sober, there is no way you have to puke right now.” I shake my head, “I don’t have to puke because of the alcohol, I have to puke to get rid of the remnants of the asshole I kissed last night.” I stood up, not breaking eye contact with Dylan until I began to speak again, “Text me once he leaves.”

Tyler and Dexter looked at each with wide eyes as I walked down the hall into my bedroom. I swung the door shut loud enough that the door shook. I can feel the tension all the way in my room, but I choose to ignore it and get ready for the day instead. I throw on some makeup and new clothes and then fix up my hair. I take a second to decide what to do from there before texting another best friend and seeing what she was up to. I waited for her to come save me from my current hell. Once I heard her knock at the door, I rushed out of my room and grabbed my purse. I opened the door and gave her a hug, ready to step out onto the front porch. “I’ll be back later.” I smile lightly to my two friends who are still sitting with the boxer. They both smile and nod, “Be safe, Y/N/N!” I hear Dexter yell as I shut the door. I text him a quick “I love you” and make my way into Sarah’s car. 

“So,” The gorgeous brunette says suddenly. “Are we gonna talk about that hottie in your dining room or what?” I turn to look at her with my head still planted on the seat, “Don’t you have a husband?” The woman nods her head, “Doesn’t mean I can’t question why a very attractive man is looking at you like- like he-” I cut her off, “Like he hates me!” Sarah takes her attention off the road for a second, “Babe, no. He’s looking at you like he wants you.” I furrow my brows and shake my head, turning my attention back to the road with Sarah. “You’re crazy, Sar.” She sighs, “You know I’m never wrong about these things, Y/N/N. He likes you.”

NEXT PART

[wildflowerdylan]

PROFESSOR

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Y/N

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing.

Concept: Y/N's life changes forever when she meets her gorgeous new professor, Professor Stilinski.

The pungent smell of coffee floods my nose in a full, familiar way. All the different types of brews mixed together in one room making a smell that I knew I should love - one that everyone seemed to love, but I never really got behind. 

I walk up to the counter to greet the barista with bright blue hair and blunt bangs and smile just enough that I feel polite, but not overwhelming. I give her my order of the day and my money, a soft ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’, then I turn to my left to see my two best friends sitting next to each other on the dark brown bean bag chairs in the corner of the shop right next to a large window. I grab my order off the counter and take a sip as I walk over to the two and sit down on my respective bean bag. Lydia gives me a soft smile, her hands are holding her hot coffee close to her face. She’s bundled up in an oversized, warm green sweater that matches her eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled back into a tight, high ponytail. Her eyes are focused on the table in the middle of all of us that has her computer placed on it with an assignment opened up. Lydia never procrastinated on anything, so I can only assume this is a future assignment that she is looking over beforehand. 

I turn to Scott, the complete opposite of Lydia, who smiles at me widely and makes a joking face at Lydia who is doing homework instead of talking to him. I chuckle slightly at the boy with dark hair and brown eyes before opening my mouth to start a conversation. 

“Ready for class today?” I smile lightly, taking a sip from my coffee cup. They both groan slightly, making me laugh to myself. “It’s so hard to go back to class after fall break…” Scott whined. I just shrugged my shoulders slightly. “I’m excited! This is our last semester as students, life is good.” I sink back into the chair as Scott mimics my actions. “I think you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, are the only person who is excited to jump into the real world.” Lydia teases lightly, I smile back at her and roll my eyes. “School sucks, Lyd. I’m ready to get out of here.” She smiled at me and nodded her head. Scott happily jumps in, “I’m not. I’m still mad you made me take those summer courses so that we could graduate early.” I laughed quickly at his words before replying, “You should be thankful we didn’t just leave you behind Scott McCall.” He rolls his eyes with a chuckle before leaning back into his chair again. 

I check the watch on my arm to see that it’s almost time for my class. I look over at Lydia and nudge her leg to get her attention. “Yeah?” She sighs, seemingly not happy with the assignment on her computer. I look at her with sympathy before showing her my watch, “We have to get to class. There’s a new professor teaching us, too.” She nodded her head and spoke with new found excitement, “Thank God. I do not want to do this anymore.” She points at her screen before slamming the laptop shut and stuffing it into her bag. We both get up, looking down at Scott who has a sad look on his face. “Don’t leave me.” He whines, Lydia and I both laugh him off before picking up our bags. “Don't you have a class to get to as well?" He sighs and sinks into his chair, "Yeah, but it's so boring" I look at him with amusement before turning away from him. "Well, you could use alone time, you're way too needy." I tease. Scott rolls his eyes playfully before slamming back into the beanbag and waving us goodbye, "Have fun abandoning me!" He speaks loudly as the two of us walk away briskly.

"He's such a drama queen," Lydia laughs at the interaction and makes her way out of the shop with a huge smile. "So," She said excitedly. I laugh slightly, "So?" I ask. "I hear the new professor is young and cute." I raise an eyebrow at her. "Shouldn't you be worrying about other things with that class?" She rolls her eyes at me, "My grades might improve if the professor is fun to stare at." I laugh in response, shaking my head ever so slightly. 

Moments later, we approach the building that holds our classroom. It is one of the oldest buildings on campus and always reminded me of high school. There were smaller classrooms, lockers up and down the hallways, and it is only two stories high. I sigh as I walk into the only large classroom, as opposed to the 30 person rooms I am used to in this building, and I walk down to the very front. Lydia whined slightly, she always hated how much I liked sitting in the third row, middle seat of large classrooms. But this is always the optimal spot to sit to hear everyone in the room and I love to argue.. This is a discussion class after all. Plus, I’m less than fantastic at paying attention in class and solely rely on getting a seat close enough that I’m too embarrassed to get distracted.

My mind is focused intently on my backpack, a blue one with blue flowers lightly sketched into the material - pins placed aesthetically on the front. I unzip the second pocket to reveal my laptop. I carefully take it out and open it up with grace, it's placed on one of those pull up desks that is attached to the seat. Lydia nudges my shoulder slightly causing me to turn to her with a frustrated glare. She has wide eyes. I turn to look over to the front of the room and I see him.

His eyes are brown, but stunning. His hair is slicked back and styled properly. He has his glasses hooked on the collar of his long sleeve white button down shirt that is missing a few of the top buttons. His pants were black and tapper off on the edges to reveal his black dress boots that were lined with white on the edges. He has a well managed beard that his hands fiddle with slightly and his bright pink lips part slightly as he nervously moves the stuff on his desk around before class begins.

I pry my eyes away from the gorgeous man in front of me just long enough to see the class fill up around me like fish swimming towards food from those crank machines you find by ponds in amusement parks. All the girls are drooling over the new teacher who stood before us. I tried again to tear my eyes from him, but it is unreasonably hard. Before I know it, our new professor clears his throat and looks up at the group of new students eagerly waiting to hear what they could do to get him to love them.

He scanned the room with his gorgeous eyes and they landed on my own pair. I smiled lightly, not quite sure what to do. He smiled back quickly as well before nodding his head and opening his chest up to the whole class.

"Good morning, class. I'm your new professor, Prof. Stilinski. I'm going to teach the class for the rest of the semester." There was a small pause before he nodded his head once again, "I look forward to spending my Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with you all." Again, he nodded his head. I soon found myself nodding my own head slightly before he turned around and started writing on the board. 

He jotted down important notes and comments as we had our class the way we typically did - kids are making random noise, Lydia and I are making random comments after others spoke, and a bunch of people keep raising their hands to voice their opinions. A new addition to the classroom regularities is however added, Professor Stilinski politely nodding his head again and again and again.

"Alright, that is a great class for the day. You all may leave..." The word 'leave' rolled off his tongue longer than normal before picking up the sentence, "...except Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N." Lydia looked at me with excitement, but the only thing I felt was pure, unadulterated fear. 

A couple of girls around me gave me jealous looks as everyone cleared out quickly. Lydia, recognizing my complete discomfort, stared back at them to assert dominance. She then gave me one last excited look before leaving the class entirely and rendering me stuck in the same room as my attractive new professor and whatever he had to say to me. 

I watched her leave and then sighed, trying to get Professor Stilinski' attention since he had been looking down at the papers on his desk for the entire duration of the class leaving. He cleared his throat casually then looked up at me with a soft smile, "Miss Y/L/N." I smiled and nodded my head with ease. "I just wanted to specially welcome you to class..." He paused briefly. "I looked over the past assignments and grades and noticed you are the only one in this class to have a perfect score." I nodded my head slightly, not really sure what to say. "I know this is awkward, but I just wanted you to know that I appreciate your hard work and hope that maybe I can challenge you a little more this semester... if you're up to it." I smiled ever so slightly, "Thank you so much, Professor Stilinski." His face visibly cringed at the words 'Professor Stilinski' as they left my lips. He nodded his head despite this and then walked over to my desk with all of his papers placed neatly in his briefcase.

I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, standing up and meeting Professor Stilinski with just a foot between the two of us. I felt my breathing hitch before looking up at him. His eyes ran all over my face, taking in my features. He looked intrigued. “You’re insanely beautiful.” Professor Stilinski blurted out quietly, to himself even, but not quiet enough that the words didn’t reach my ears. 

Pretending like I hadn’t heard the whisper that escaped his lips, I smiled slightly one more time before nodding my head, looking down, and barely speaking above his whisper, "I'm going to go now, sir." He took a deep breath in, he had a very different reaction to ‘Sir’, and then nodded his head, "Yes, have a great evening, Miss Y/L/N."

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BOXER

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, mentions of violence and alcohol, slight alcohol abuse (drunk characters).

Concept: Of all the people to fall for, Y/F/N Y/L/N never expected it to be the asshole boxer her friends are friends with.

“Okay, okay, okay,” I laughed while practically falling out of my seat. I had shed all my clothes except my underwear and a shirt I recently borrowed from Dylan. We were both about twelve drinks in and neither one was really handling it well. Although, every now and then Dylan took an extra shot so he could be on the same level as me which I was perfectly okay with.

“Who was your first love?” I slurred slightly. Dylan furrowed his eyebrows, “When did we start asking serious stuff?” I shrugged, “When I decided I don’t hate you anymore.” He rolled his eyes with a chuckle before looking at the ground with somber eyes, “Britt Robertson.” I looked softly back at him. “She was my first everything. We started dating in high school, once we graduated she told me she had cheated on me for most of our relationship and then tried to convince me to stay with her.” Dylan laughed bitterly. “I’m so sorry.” He shrugged, “It’s okay. I moved on.” I shook my head, “You sleeping around isn’t moving on.” He laughed a little more. “Hey, I happen to have a crush as of very recently. My eyes grew wide. “Who?” I asked excitedly. “No!” He laughed, “It’s my turn to say something.” I rolled my eyes and urged the man to go on.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, Truth or Dare?” I furrowed my eyebrows together, we had been just saying whatever we felt like rather than legitimately asking the game’s question. “Dare!” I spoke excitedly, dares are always more fun. “I dare you to go out there, in what you’re wearing right now, and steal us some more liquor!” I raised my eyebrows and let them contort into a sarcastic expression, “That seems like a ‘you’ job to do.” He shook his head, “You have to do it, we have nothing left!” I chuckled slightly, sure between the two of us we probably drank this entire bottle, but there were still a few more shots left… “I’m taking the shot,” I laughed, grabbing for the bottle. Dylan shook his head and held me back as he drank the last of the bottle’s continents. “Dylan!” I scolded him with a laugh. “Go on, if you want to know who that crush is.” I raised an intriguing eyebrow. “Fine.” I smirked over at him slightly, “But remember, Dylan, this is noticeably your shirt… and I hear no one is allowed in your house…” Dylan's face changed slightly. Noticing it, then laughing to myself, I ran outside of his house and walked up to the bar. I turned to see Dylan looking out the window at everyone else with tired eyes. My eyes gazed over the crowd for a moment before they began to find their way back up to Dylan. They traveled up his pants, to his bare stomach, and back to the pair of beautiful brown eyes that were watching me take in his presence. He smirked lightly while I just rolled my eyes and turned back around.

“What can I do for you, Miss?” I smiled drunkenly, “I’d like the full bottle of vodka, please.” He raised an eyebrow to my slurred words. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, love.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Yeah, I was drunk, but I needed more. Luckily, I got a bright idea. “It’s for Mr. O'Brien.” I spoke highly before pointing to Dylan who just waved proudly. The bartender’s eyes grew a little bit, “I’m so sorry, of course. I will get that for you.” I smiled and nodded before grabbing the bottle from the bartenders’ hand and turning around to show Dylan excitedly. The man smiled and chuckled before waving me to come back. I said “Thank you” to the bartender quickly before I rushed back up to Dylan’s house, but not before one of the guests noticed me.

“You’re never gonna get in, sweetie.” I turned to look at the girl who had just called after me. She was pretty, but not pretty enough to be treating strangers like that. Judging by her appearance and stance, this chick had a good life and got most of what she wanted. Most. I smiled at her before opening the door and walking inside. Her eyes followed me up until the very point that I walked over to Dylan inside his home and shut the curtains with ease. Last thing I saw, her eyes were wide and unhappy.

Dylan chuckled to himself lightly, “That was the most petty thing I have ever seen.” I shrugged my shoulders, catching a smirk on my face and finding this sudden confidence, “It’s only petty if we don’t do anything.” Dylan raised an eyebrow excitedly before progressing slowly towards me.

“So,” I began shortly, Dylan only three inches away from my face. “Who’s your crush?” He shook his head, “You can’t just ask it straight up! You have to ask questions about them” I rolled my eyes. “But that would take like a million of my turns!” He laughed, “Fine, I’ll let you ask three questions in a row.” I nodded my head. We both moved to the living room of Dylan’s very large and very modern house. I sat on his big, blue couch that honestly felt like a cloud and Dylan sat right next to me. His right arm rested on the back of the couch so that his body was open and facing me. “Okay, so” I began, holding out the ‘o’ longer than necessary. Dylan smiled at me with intrigue and drunkenness. “Are they here?” Dylan nodded yes. “Do I know them?” Dylan nodded yes again. “Oh my god!” I gasped. “It’s Dexter, I knew it!” Dylan laughed for the millionth time tonight before shaking his head back and forth. “Hey, hey, hey. That was not my question.” He rolled his eyes at me with a playful smirk before begging me to continue. I scoffed, not really sure what I should ask now. I mean I knew three people here… Tyler, Dexter, and Myself.

“Is it me?” I laughed, expecting him to shake his head no, laugh, and reveal someone else I knew that was at this party. Instead, he looked at me a little longer than normal, then took the shot that was already filled on the coffee table in front of us. I looked at him with my mouth slightly open while his eyes just stayed on me.

I watched Dylan carefully, fully. I paid steady attention to all his features and even watched as his breath changed when he started to lean in towards me. I looked down at his lips for a second, a silent indicator that I consented to whatever he was about to do.

It only took two knocks to stop the inevitable from happening. I sighed as Dylan got up from the couch and made his way towards the door that was only a handful of feet down the hall. Dylan opened the door with a hand behind his head. The large white door hid me from the people behind the door and vice versa.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N anywhere?” I heard a familiar voice slur. Dylan shuffled around uncomfortably, but didn’t say anything. Dexter eventually pushed his way through the door, Tyler close behind him. By now, I had quickly thrown on my skirt. My top, however, was nowhere to be found. I sighed as Dexter looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re in here?” He exclaimed. His pretty brown eyes were wide and excited. I smiled sheepishly before walking over to Dexter. “We have to go, Tyler is tired.” Dexter says with finger quotations around the word tired. The boy then rolled his eyes greatly before hiding his mouth behind his hand and whispering to me, “He’s just upset that he has to be sober tonight.” I chuckled slightly at the very drunk boy. He grabbed my hand and began pulling me to the door, revealing Tyler. Tyler smiled politely, but was clearly annoyed with Dexter. Tyler moved to grab the boy who drank way too much before looking over at me.

“Hey Ty, I’ll meet ya in the car?” I smiled sympathetically. Tyler nodded his head and smiled lightly before literally carrying Dexter to the car we had come in.

I turned slowly on my heel, “You’re a lot more tolerable when we’re drunk,” I say with a small smirk. “Yeah, so are you.” I smiled slightly at him before turning back around to walk out the door, but I was quickly stopped. The hair on my skin stuck up in an instant with the feeling of his warm hand on my wrist. He pulled me back and spun me around so that I was facing him, only two inches away this time. He leaned down, being much taller than me and he placed a soft kiss on my lips. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but in those seconds I could taste every drop of liquor he drank and even the pieces of blood and sweat from the fight that occurred earlier today. It was at that moment that I realized this might just be a big drunken mistake. I pulled away and smiled barely long enough for him to see before walking out the front door, not saying a word, and meeting my two friends, and roommates, at the car. I hopped in the backseat with Dexter and shut the door quickly. Tyler looked back at me with worried eyes as I was sitting straight up and breathing heavily. I just shook my head at the boy, signaling for him to let me be for a second. Tyler nodded and started the car, driving us back home as Dexter slept uncomfortably in the backseat.

NEXT PART

[wildflowerdylan]

BOXER

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, mentions of violence and alcohol, slight misogyny.

Concept: Of all the people to fall for, Y/F/N Y/L/N never expected it to be the asshole boxer her friends are friends with.

So close, that blood and sweat flung out of the ring and onto us. Smells of testosterone and anger flooded the arena. I even felt my heart race and adrenaline spike every time a new pair came out to beat each other senselessly until someone was crowned winner. All rounds leading up to the final fight, the one we were all here for, the Championship Fight.

“I don’t know if I’d rather never have come or have come here sooner…” I spoke breathlessly, watching the last fight before the main one and seeing one guy clearly lose. My friends, and roommates, who had taken me to this had just chuckled quietly to themselves in response. I turned to my left, where Tyler stood - a boy with tattooed arms, artificially blonde wavy hair, and deep brown eyes. Tyler looked excitedly at the match ahead of us, clearly not paying attention to the girl that was staring at him, me. So, I turned to my right to see Thomas - a boy who was much taller than me, also had tattoos all up and down his arms, dark wavy hair, and brown eyes that matched Tyler’s. Thomas stood much more protective than Tyler. Dex was more worried about my wellbeing in this kind of place since I was fairly small and flimsy compared to the men who dominated the crowd.

“I’m so excited to see O'Brien kick someone’s ass.” Dexter nudged my arm, however, his eyes locked with Tyler’s. “Me too, dude. O'Brien is a legend.” Tyler’s voice was paraded with amazement. I furrowed my eyebrows in response to this interaction. If he was such a legend why hadn’t I heard of him? “What’s he done to earn that title?” I speak quietly enough to not raise any commotion. Tyler’s eyes just earned more excitement and his hands lifted up above his head. “O'Brien has won the Championship 4 years in a row.” I nodded my head understandably. “Plus he is practically swimming in girls.” I rolled my eyes, “Wow, he’s surrounded by a bunch of girls that want his money!” I cheered sarcastically. Tyler laughed at me, saying, “That sounded so jealous.” I twisted my face up in protest, “How am I jealous if I’ve never even seen or met him?” Tyler just shrugged his shoulders in response, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Silence erupted over the arena when the lights turned off completely. Everyone held their breath in anticipation for the two biggest boxers in the world to come out and fight for the title. Dexter grabbed my arm lightly, “You should probably head out before the third round, Y/N/N.” I gave him a confused look before shaking my head, “I want to see the whole thing though.” I whined. He gave me an understanding look and then looked towards Tyler. “They can get kind of violent at these, Y/N. It’s not the safest place to be…” Tyler chimed in. “I’m staying.” I spoke strongly. The two boys gave each other one last look before just shrugging and nodding their heads and saying, “Okay,” in unison and turning towards the ring.

All at once - stage lights turned on, the announcer came out, and the crowd roared. I found myself holding my breath and shaking with anticipation for the fight to begin. I wanted to see the boxers and I wanted to know who O'Brien was. The announcer began speaking, determining height, weight, and age before yelling out, “Austin Gray.” The crowd had a loud mix of boos and cheers. After Austin Gray walked out and strutted around, the announcer began saying someone else’s height, weight, and age. Then he yelled out proudly, “Dylan O'Brien.” This time, the crowd was cheering and, from what I could hear, they were only cheering. I felt myself getting a little louder for the absolutely gorgeous brunette boxer. Knowing that he was friends with my friends was exhilarating. Dexter nudged the side of me politely before pointing towards Dylan with excitement and jumping up and down with Tyler. They both were so ready to see their good friend kick ass.

Dylan got in the first hit, Austin the second, but that was all he got in before Round 1 was quickly over. Before Round 2, Dylan walked around the circle, hyping the crowd up. He stopped in front of us and waved confidently to Tyler and Dexter, nodding slightly at me with an obviously confused look. I barely waved back at him, not really sure what else to do, He continued to make his way around the circle before Round 2 was started. Austin got the first hit, the second hit, the third hit. Dexter and Tyler looked concerned, maybe they had jinxed him? Or maybe Dylan was just letting Austin get a few hits in before slamming him to the ground. Dylan ate dirt in the second round, leaving Tyler, Dexter, and the whole crowd on edge. Dylan O'Brien never lost. Round 3 started and everyone was freaking out. Who was going to win?

Again, Austin got the first three hits. The crowd grew silent as The Dylan O'Brien was lying on the ground. The announcer counted off to see if this was Dylan’s demise. Spoiler Alert, it wasn’t. Dylan shot up excitedly, took a few more shots at Austin before absolutely slamming him into the ground. The crowd cheered at the sign that Dylan O'Brien had, once again, won the Championship Title. Dylan strutted excitedly around the ring with the trophy in his hand as the crowd chanted his name.

“Why didn’t I become a boxer?” Tyler whispered to me. I laughed slightly, “Because you’re too pretty.” He smiled and grabbed me in a goofy, big brother way. “But am I pretty enough to make $50,000 per match and $180,000 for the championship.” I widened my eyes slightly. Dexter, however, interjected, “Dude, that’s just what O'Brien makes. You’d be looking at an average salary of $30,000 a year.” Tyler gave Dexter a grossed out look before shrugging his shoulders, “Okay, why didn’t I become the Championship Title holder?” Dexter and I looked at each other quickly, “Because you’d suck.” Dexter laughed. I tried to defend Tyler slightly, but I was more focused on laughing at the very true statement.

A few moments later, Dylan walked out of the ring and waved Dexter and Tyler over. “Come on,” Dexter grabbed my hand quickly and pulled me over the side of the barrier and into one of Dylan’s security guards. Dylan looked at me and Dexter with confused eyes, “She came with us, man. She wouldn’t leave early.” Dylan just nodded his head once before looking at Tyler who was trailed behind and pointing his head towards the dressing rooms. We all followed quickly since there were fights breaking out all around us, just like Dexter had predicted. Luckily, we made it into Dylan's rather large dressing room quickly.

“You guys know you’re not supposed to bring girls like this to these kinds of things.” Dylan spoke as he cleans himself up a bit. I stood up off the couch I had recently sat on and protested, “I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” Dylan’s head shot up from the sink surprisingly and turned towards me. He looked at me and then at Dexter. “You’ve got yourself a feisty one, yeah?” Dexter chuckled nervously. “I’m literally right here, just say it to my face.” Dylan looked at me again. He looked intrigued, as if I was a shiny new toy. Before, he was gorgeous. Now, he’s just an overly confident asshole. “So, sweetheart, how’d you enjoy the show?” I scoffed, “The last fight was pretty lousy.” This whole time he had been fiddling with various things, clearly trying to clean up. But after I opened my mouth more recently, he stopped everything. Dylan turned towards me with his arms crossed. “And why is that, princess?” I rolled my eyes, “Well, to start, the brunette guy absolutely sucked. And, honestly, I wish Austin Gray would’ve won.” I spoke clearly and angrily. Dylan’s brown eyes turned a shade darker as he got closer to me. Dexter moved behind Dylan urgently as Tyler casually coughed to clear the air. “Can you both give me and princess here a moment alone.” I sighed audibly before shoving Dylan back, “My name is not princess.” Tyler and Dexter were by each other now and they looked nervous. “Posey, Darden. Leave. Now.” Dylan instructed harshly. They both gave each other one last worried look before walking out of the room awkwardly.

“Name.” Dylan’s voice was low and demanding. “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” I spoke back angrily, accompanied by an eyeroll. He nodded his head, still only two steps away from me. “I like you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” I furrowed my eyebrows, “Wow, you do a horrible job at showing it.” He laughed slightly, he was being much nicer than before, but still an ass. “That’s because I hate seeing pretty girls like you walking around here.” I rolled my eyes, “You’re so obnoxious.” He laughed again slightly, moving even closer to me, “You know, Y/N, I don’t really care what you think of me. I bet you’ll come around anyways.” I chuckled bitterly to myself, “I’d genuinely rather eat my own vomit.” His eyes seemed to change color once again, this time lighter. “I’d kiss you if you weren’t so annoying.” He spoke out softly, I just shook my head and pushed him back again. He laughed, “I do love a girl who takes charge.” I squinted my eyes, “You’re disgusting.”

“Hey, man, we better leave for that party now. Crowds are getting a bit crazy out here.” Dexter spoke as he and Tyler rushed back into the room. Dylan nodded his head before changing his clothes quickly, running a wet towel all over his face and chest, and then grabbing his stuff to leave.

The four of us rushed out of the room and over to Tyler’s car. Ty jumped into the driver’s seat with ease, Dexter behind him in the back seat. As for Dylan and I, we both decided to sit in the front passenger seat.

“I always sit here!” I yelled. Dylan pushed me back, but I kept a stronghold on the door. “I sit shotgun.” I rolled my eyes and huffed angrily before getting an idea. I put my hands up in defeat which led to Dylan looking completely dumbfounded. He stood in front of the passenger door as he carefully watched my movements. I opened the backseat door, smiled at Dexter lightly, and moved into the seat. Dylan was still outside of the car, confused. I turned towards Dylan, smiled and flew my body over into the front seat claiming the spot. Dylan opened the door as fast as he could, but it was too late. I plugged the seatbelt in and waved innocently at Dylan who just slammed my door shut and crawled into the back.

“Don’t mess with, Y/N/N, Dylan.” Dexter chuckled slightly. Dylan looked over at him angrily before reaching his arms around the car seat and holding me tightly. “If you’re going to take my seat, then I’m going to make you as uncomfortable as I possibly can.” Dylan spoke proudly. I just rolled my eyes and looked at this from a positive point of view… this is extra protection from flinging out of my seat in case of an accident. So, ha, Dylan.

We eventually arrived at a very large house that had a lot of people in its front and backyard. The house itself looked locked off from the crowd, but Dylan headed straight to that door. Dexter and Tyler followed him slightly, I trailed behind. “You guys can go out to the party, I’m just going to put this stuff away and then head out.” Dylan spoke to Tyler and Dexter who both began walking out back. I furrowed my eyebrows for a second, “I have to use the restroom.” Dylan looked at me slightly, “Go in the yard.” I scoffed, “Yeah right!” He just looked at me blankly. I sighed, “Please, Dylan. I really need to pee.” I spoke as genuinely as I possibly could. He flung his head back and put his fingers to his temples, “Fine.” Tyler and Dexter looked at me with shocked expressions. I even heard Dexter whisper to Tyler, “No one is allowed in his house, not even hook ups…” I chose to ignore this slightly as I headed inside, Dylan following me this time.

“Thanks for letting me in.” He shrugged his shoulders for a second before looking me up and down, “You don’t really have to pee do you…” I smiled sheepishly, “Dex and Ty always abandon me at parties and I don’t know anyone else here.” He sighed lightly, nodding his head. Dylan threw his gym bag down on the floor next to a shoe rack by the front door.

“Come on.” He spoke deeply. I followed the boy through the house, passing the living room, dining room, a bathroom, and entering the kitchen. Dylan bent down behind the kitchen island and popped back up with a key in his hand. He then walked over on the other side of me to a liquor cabinet. Unlocking the cabinet, he reached in and grabbed two shot glasses and a large bottle of vodka. “You do drink, right?” I nodded my head lightly. Dylan walked back over to the island, placing the glasses and the vodka on the white granite counter and pulling two black stools out from under. I walked over and took a seat. Dylan immediately took a shot, pouring me one as well. I picked up the glass and took the shot, Dylan’s eyes on me. “You did that way better than I expected.” I laughed lightly, “You know, I’m not as helpless as you think I am.” He nodded to himself a bit, a small smile on his lips.

“Let’s play a game,” I say suddenly. Dylan’s eyes shot up to mine quickly. He looked both confused and intrigued. “What do you reckon?” I smirked back at him, “Truth, Dare, or Shot.”

NEXT PART

[wildflowerdylan]

BEST FRIENDS

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, drinking, smoking, cursing.

Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.

The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun was raining down like a warm waterfall, and the clouds were floating along like fluffy pillows. The weather was just hot enough that I wasn’t shivering and cold enough that I wasn’t pouring sweat. I bent down slowly to greet a small puppy at my feet who was more than eager to say hello. “Sorry!” The girl yelped, “He’s just a baby and still doesn’t fully listen when told to come…” I shake my head, explaining that anytime a dog comes to me is a good time. The girl smiles back and lets me pet her dog a little longer before they both run off again. 

“You better watch out petting new dogs around Tony,” A teasing voice says from behind me. I turn around with a smile and see the brunette and his terrier mix. I bend down again to greet Tony, the pup excitedly running over to me. “How long have you been here?” Dylan asks as he bends down to sit with Tony and I. I shrug my shoulders, “Not too long?” Dylan chuckles to himself figuring that I came earlier just to see the other dogs. 

The two of us sit in dog park silence while we watch Tony excitedly interact with all the other dogs until one shrill, horrible voice pops out of nowhere, “Dyl!” We both jump slightly and turn towards the noise. I see the blonde figure and sigh before turning back to look at Tony. Dylan, conversely, gets up with a smile and gives the girl a hug. They greet each other the way a boyfriend and girlfriend typically do before Dylan moves to sit back down next to me. The girl huffs from behind, causing Dylan to turn and look at her, “What’s wrong?” Kamille, the girlfriend in question, sighs, “You’re sitting on the ground…” I roll my eyes dramatically. “We’re just sitting here in case a dog comes up or something.” Dylan still has a smile on his face. “That’s disgusting, Dylan.” I scoff quietly, but still loud enough that Dylan hears and shoots me a ‘shut up’ glare. I roll my eyes again as I stand up to move wherever the high maintenance girl wants to go. “You know what?” Dylan and I look over at the girl to hear her response. She sighs and presses a fake ass smile on her face, “Dyl and I can go to the picnic tables over there and Y/N can stay here and play with the dogs still.” I look at the blonde with blank eyes. 

“Y/N/N? Is that okay?” He sounds nervous, knowing it isn’t okay, but not wanting to upset his girlfriend. “Actually, I was just leaving.” Dylan shoots wide eyes at me upon my response, “What? You just got here!” I shake my head, “No, Dylan, you just got here. Forty minutes after you were supposed to be here… alone.” The boy looks at me for a moment with apologetic eyes. “Get over yourself, Y/N. Dylan is a busy guy and I’m his favorite girl.” Kamille moved to grab the boy’s hand. I shake my head and roll my eyes before bending back down and grabbing my purse. I heard Dylan half-heartedly calling after me, but I figure there’s no use as long as Kamille is around. 

A couple of blocks later, I make it to the brewery my friends and I frequent. There sat Julia, Dylan’s sister, and Mikey, a mutual friend of Julia and I’s. They noticed me almost instantly and greeted me with a smile and a wave to the waiter so that they could grab me a pint of my favorite. “Hey, cutie, how was the park?” Julia smiles. I sigh and slump into my chair, “Kamille showed up.” Mikey scoffed loudly, having to hear about my recent Dylan troubles and knowing that they all involved her. “When is this kid going to wake up and prioritize you?” Mikey flails around for a second, earning a look from Julia. “Watch it, that kid is still my little brother…” Mikey looks at the girl and slumps just a little bit. “That being said, what the fuck is he doing?” I shrugged my shoulders. The waiter comes and drops off my glass that’s filled to the absolute brim. “Do you need anything else?” He smiles. Julia and Mikey shake their heads, but I move to sit up, “Do you have any straws?” The two people at my table snap their heads towards me with open mouths. “Don’t give her a straw, she’s good. You can go, thank you.” Mikey says as he continues to look back and forth between me and the waiter. “Why do you want a straw? You don’t even like straws?” Julia asks with furrowed eyebrows. I sigh, “It's therapeutic… and helps me to drink things faster.” They both roll their eyes, feeling confident in the decision to not let me drink beer with a straw. 

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Julia says after the straw situation calms down. “To the waiter?” Julia looks at me like I’m stupid for a moment, “Babe, no, I meant Dylan.” I look at her with realization before shaking my head, “I’m sorry. My head is just kinda somewhere else.” They both nod their heads slowly before Mikey gets a brilliant idea, “Let’s go out tonight!” Julia and I look at him with scrunched faces. “It’s Thursday…” Mikey waves his hands around, “So! We all don’t have real jobs. Let’s go out tonight!” Julia and I look at each other and nod our heads left and right, “Fine, let’s do it.” We each take a sip of beer before loosely planning out the evening. We decided to bar hop for a few hours and to invite a handful of other friends - Olivia, Logan, Sarah, Sam, David, and Matt. 

Around 9:00 PM, we were all ready to meet up at bar number one. Some of us piled into a booth while others immediately hit the dance floor and another portion of the group was at the bar getting drinks. Regardless of where you were - if you were drunk or sober, smoking weed or tobacco - you were having fun. A couple of bars later, we were at our last destination. Everyone grouped together again excitedly to make sure everyone was okay. Shortly after that, we all went our separate ways again. It wasn’t until our song came on that everyone met on the dance floor. Everyone really was having a great time - even me. 

By now, it was almost 1:00 AM and we were all about ready to go. That’s when the last two people I wanted to see showed up. Everyone ran over to the handsome boy and his horrible girlfriend. Well, everyone except me and Mikey. Of course, I wasn’t mad at anyone for going to say hi. I mean, the only people that know are Mikey and Jules, but she is related to the man. How could I be mad at her for wanting to see him? 

Mikey pulled me into a half hug with a drunken smile. I looked up at him, feeling tipsy myself and smiled back. Before we knew it, our nice moment was immediately ruined by the sharp voice, “Oh, Y/N! You’re here…” Kamille says as nice as she possibly can. I turn to her and shoot her a closed mouth smile, nodding my head as the response. I move to look at Dylan who just looks upset. I move my eyes away from him and turn to Mikey, “Let’s go get some more drinks, yeah?” Mikey nods awkwardly as he scoots out the booth with me right behind him. Dylan moves Kamille to his other side and goes to grab my arm. I turn to look at his tightening grip on my arm and then back up at him with wide eyes. “Can we talk?” He says, searching my face with his gorgeous brown eyes. I nod my head, “Yeah, yeah, let’s talk soon. I gotta go get drinks with Mikey right now.” Dylan gives me a look to explain that that was not what he meant and he knows I know what he did mean. Regardless, I shake it off and continue my walk to the bar. I don’t know what he wants to talk about, but I do know that I don’t want to deal with it tonight. 

Lucky for me, Mikey is just as uninterested in hanging out with Dylan and Kamille. So, we both decided to sneak out and text the group that Mikey threw up so we had to leave without a word. The group sent back their condolences and love and let us be. 

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a story’s worth of texts from Dylan. I scroll through the texts without reading, knowing that Dylan was most definitely upset with me and last night. So, I do what any rational human being would do. I ignore the problem and go get coffee. 

The smell from the coffee shop floods its way out into the street, filling my nostrils with delicious happiness. I smile softly to myself, letting all my anxiety and worries about everything going on just melt away. The barista asks for my order and my name; I enthusiastically give her both before sitting down at a table nearby and pulling the book out of my purse. Moments later, I have my drink in my hand and a nice book to practice escapism with. 

“Y/N?” I hear on the other side of my book. I sigh, why did I have to pick this cafe? “Hey, Dyl…” The boy looks at me with furrowed eyebrows before sitting across from me with his recently ordered drink. “I texted you…” I look at him and then look down at my phone for a second. Can’t really lie my way out of this one. I sigh, “I know.” He furrowed his eyebrows again. “Y/N, are you really this upset over me being late to the park?” I look at him with wide eyes, “No, no! I-I’m not mad at you.” He rolls his eyes, “If you’re not mad at me then why are you avoiding me.” I shrug my shoulders. Dylan shakes his head at my wordless answer, “Can you please just tell me, Y/N/N? Please.” I hear his begging words and feel my heart melt just a little bit. “Dylan… it’s Kamille.” Dylan looks at me blankly for a second. “You’ve been avoiding me constantly because Kamille wanted to sit on the park benches? Seriously?” His words are condescending and I can physically see him getting angry. I scoff, “No, I’ve been avoiding you because you spend all your time with your shitty girlfriend who puts me down every second she can.” I stand up quickly, slamming my book shut and onto the table. Dylan is still looking at me with angry eyes. “Kamille doesn’t do that, Y/N.” I scoff again, only much louder this time. “Yes she does! In fact, she does it to everyone! Just ask them! Julia thinks she’s an annoying piece of work too.” Dylan’s expression is slowly fading into sadness. I look at his soft eyes as I try to calm down. “You all don’t like her?” I nod my head, “None of us are really all that fond of her, but we put up with it because we love you.” Dylan shakes his head, “Okay, so-so you’ll stop avoiding me then?” I look at him carefully. I can feel my eyes get glossy as I shake my head, “Dylan, she intrudes on every single plan we have. I haven’t spent one on one time with you in months because of her - because you let her intrude on those plans.” His face turns apologetic, “You’re right, I-I’m so sorry. I’ll stop letting-” I cut him off, “I can’t keep doing this.” 

“What?” There's a new sound to his voice. “As long as you’re dating her, I-I can’t be around you.” Dylan shakes his head in disbelief, “You can’t be serious.” I avoid eye contact with the boy as I grab my book and cup, “I’ll see you around, Dylan.”

[wildflowerdylan]

WITH BENEFITS

PART EIGHT - PART NINE

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing

Concept: College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.

A/N: Hello, beautiful humans! Thank you so much for supporting my work and this series. I never would’ve thought it would get the kind of support that it has. This really is incredible. Sadly, this is the final part of With Benefits though. If you liked this series, please checkout my master list and / leave a request for stories in my ask inbox! I can’t wait to write more for you all! <3

I open my eyes from underneath the covers and sigh at the sound of someone knocking on my door. I push the covers off of me and walk over sluggishly to look through my peephole. There stood a very impatient Scott McCall. I sigh again before holding my breath and opening the door. Scott looks at me for a second before pulling me into a big hug. Once he lets go, he sees my confusion and explains, “Stiles told us what happened.” I nod my head once. “I was pretty mad at you at first, especially because he got attacked, but I think I get why you did it.” Scott finally stops speaking to now see my mouth wide open in disgust. “He got attacked?” Scott looks at me with panicked eyes, realizing what he had just said. “Oh my gosh, no, no. I mean, yes. He did, but he didn’t get hurt or anything. He’s totally fine.” I nod my head in relief.

“So, why’d you come by?” Scott looks at me with a small smile, “I wanted to check in on you…” He looks at my facial features, studying my eyes carefully as he sees no physical change, but can hear my heart pound a little differently. “I also wanted to let you know that, well, I think you and Stiles would be really great together.” I sighed, shaking my head, “Yeah, I don’t think Stiles would agree with that.” Scott scoffs, “Y/N/N, if he didn’t agree, I wouldn’t be telling you that you guys should get together.” I look up at the boy for a moment, a smile threatening to creep up. I can almost feel all my sadness melt away just as I remember one big issue: Lydia likes Stiles.

“Scott, wait, Lydia…” Scott shakes his head, “I have a feeling that if you talk to her, you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Scott nods once more before leaving my apartment all together. I take his words as a sign and run into the shower to get ready for the day. I throw on real clothes and grab my car keys and then head off to where Lydia and Malia are staying.

“Hey, Y/N!” Lydia says with a smile, pulling me into a hug and walking me into the living room of her apartment. I sit on the couch next to her and go to speak, but the strawberry blonde beats me to it. “I’m sorry about letting you know over text about Stiles and that girl… I may have overreacted a little to the situation.” I shake my head and hands back and forth, “No, no! Don’t be sorry! I actually wanted… Well, I wanted to talk to you about that.” I took a breath and looked at my fidgeting hands for a second before looking back at her. “That girl was… it was me.” Lydia looks at me with wide eyes. “Oh my God.” She breathes out. “I’m…” The girl takes another deep breath, building the suspense just before she yells at me.

“I’m the worst, I’m so sorry!” Lydia pulls me into a hug, “I can’t believe I was trying to take your boy away from you!” She lets me go and searches my face for a reaction, but all she sees is pure confusion. “You’re sorry?” She nods, “Yeah! I mean I didn’t realize Stiles was the guy you were sleeping with, but I definitely knew that you liked whoever it was.” I shake my head and speak out of astonishment, “What?” Lydia rolls her eyes at me, “Y/N/N, the way you would talk about your hookup was as if it was more than just sleeping together. I mean you very clearly wanted to be his girlfriend.” I shake my head in disbelief.

How did everyone know I liked Stiles before me?

Lydia pulls me from my thoughts loudly, “So, are you guys official now?” I shake my head, looking back at my hands, “No, I, uh, I actually sort of might have messed that up.” Lydia looks at me with furrowed brows as she shakes her head, “You know, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.” I nod my head slowly as I sit there for a while longer. Lydia helps ease some anxiety about the situation while I catch up with the friend I had been ignoring for about a week.

After my visit with Lydia, I walked myself over to Scott and Stiles’ apartment as calm as possible. I was able to stop my hands from shaking, but my breathing was erratically and my heart was ready to pound out of my chest.

I knocked on the white door and waited. No response. I knock again. No response. One more knock. And still no response.

I sigh and pull my phone out, calling Scott who immediately picks up. “Hey!” I look around for a second as his genuine excitement is more than confusing, “Hey, are you home?” Scott responds quickly, “Uh, no, no. I don’t think anyone is.” Scott sounds like he knows something more but he always has a tell on if he’s going to spill the beans or not. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t sound like he was going to share much more information than he already had.

I walk back to my apartment begrudgingly, trying to decide if I should just call Stiles or not. Maybe if he knows that I’m desperate to talk to him then he’ll be more interested to see me. Regardless, I walk up the steps that led to my apartment just before I unlock my front door and step inside. I’m instantly greeted by the sight and scent of what looks to be hundreds of flowers. I look around at each color and shape with wide eyes before letting the orbs land upon the eyes that belonged to the boy I was longing to see.

“Stiles?” He smiles back at me, holding a few of the flowers himself. “I didn’t know which ones were your favorite… So, I bought them all…” I chuckle lightly, moving towards him slowly while taking in the sight of the many bouquets. “You must have spent a fortune on this,” I say breathlessly. He shakes his head, “Who cares if they did their job.” I look up at him again with a. raised brow, “What job?” Stiles shrugs awkwardly like he’s about to say something cheesy, “To make you smile.” I feel my cheeks get hot instantly at it disgustingly romantic words as a new found smile finds its way to my lips. I continue to step closer and closer to the boy in front of me before I’m close enough that I can speak in a whisper.

“I’m so sorry, Stiles.” He looks at me with loving eyes, eyes that I wasn’t totally used to seeing on him until recently, “It’s okay… You’ve said worse to me before.” He laughed to himself, reminiscing on how much we disliked each other in the past.

“Stiles?” I say suddenly, a crack in my voice escaping because of the butterflies in my stomach. He hums back at me, “Mhmm?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” He blinks his eyes slowly, bending his head closer to mine, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

THE END

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[wildflowerdylan]

WITH BENEFITS

PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT - PART NINE

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content, cursing

Concept: College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.

“What the fuck was that?” Stiles says, running into my apartment shortly after me. He has a smirk on his face. The silly boy was trying to lighten the mood, having no clue about what just happened.

“Go away, Stiles.” I groan angrily, leaving my face buried in my arms. Stiles finally catches onto what’s going on and comes over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.

“Get off!” I shout, pushing him away aggressively. Stiles looks at my tear stained cheeks with a hurt expression. I ignore his eyes and move to look out the window I was sitting next to, wiping my face with my sleeve.

“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” I roll my eyes, looking at him with a smug expression. “Just go away. Go get the girl of your dreams.” Stiles furrows his eyebrows together in confusion. “What?” I feel myself progressively getting frustrated.

Frustrated at myself for hurting Lydia.

Frustrated that I fell for him when we said we wouldn’t.

Frustrated because he was going to pick her.

“Lydia! Go to Lydia!” Stiles looks at me blankly, not totally sure what was going on still. “She’s your dream girl isn’t she?” Stiles shrugs awkwardly. “Well, she likes you too. You both like each other. And, and we don’t like each other.” Stiles looks all over my face for a second, “We don’t?” I shake my head.

“That’s not true, Y/N.” I scoff bitterly at the boy, “Yes it is.” He shakes his head, looking down for a second and then moving closer to me. He bends on one knee and grabs my hand, “I like you and I think you like me, too.” I feel a few more tears roll down my cheek.

“Go to Lydia, Stiles.” What was I saying? “No, I’m gonna stay here. With you.” I push him off, “Go to Lydia.” Seriously, what the hell was I doing?

Stiles moves to grab both my arms and hold me again, but I don’t let him. “Y/N, please. Just let me hold you, you need it.” I scoff again, “I don’t need a hug and I especially don't need you.” He moves back, that hurt expression makes its way to his face again.

“Just go to Lydia, Stiles. Fall in love with her and leave me alone.” He shakes his head, still fighting for me for whatever reason.

“No." He shakes his head, trying to move closer to me again, "I want you and I know you want me to.” I shake my head, sniffling for a second, “No. I don’t” I pause. “I don’t like you Stiles. I-I hate you. I always have.” I speak through gritted teeth and tears. I think I’ve managed to hurt myself more than him somehow. And I don't even know why. Because I’m scared, maybe? I don't know what I have to be scared of though. If Lydia knew what was going on, what was really going on, she would step aside for me. Lydia isn't exactly known for holding onto a crush for a very long time anyways. And everyone would be ecstatic to hear that Stiles and I like each other, even if it is romantically... I mean, what am I doing?

Stiles moves to back away from me, having taken enough of an emotional beating for the day. He shakes his head and rubs his face. He was trying not to cry. I turn back towards the window, but I could still see his reflection.

I get out of my chair and face my body towards his. Stiles looks up from the ground to look me in the eyes. He steps closer to me, trying to pull me into a hug still. I, of course, stop him.

“Get out, Stiles.” He looks at me with the same hurt expression from before, “What?” I stand my ground, “Get out. Get out now.” He shakes his head, “Y/N, what’s going on?” I pull my chin up to stand tall and confident, “I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out.” He looks at me before the ground again, by now a small tear falling down his left cheek. He nods his head carefully before wiping his nose with his hand and walking out the door.

It has just gotten dark now, but Stiles was sure he couldn’t stay with me any longer today. He knew I was speaking out of anger and he knew I didn’t mean what I said. He’s a better human than I’ll ever be.

The boy shook his head thinking once more to our conversation before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his journey over to Scott and his’ apartment.

Just as he could see the building, something began rustling around near him. The boy stood frozen for a moment as he tried to address the situation. He was alone in the dark and human. So basically.. he was fucked.

Stiles took a deep breath as he calmly looked around at his surroundings. He saw where he thought he had heard the noises and then he saw a fairly thick stick close by his shoe. He looked around again before quickly grabbing the stick and holding it up like a baseball bat.

“Come at me!” The boy yelled, preparing himself for a potentially losing fight.

The creature took this as an opportunity and ran towards the boy briskly. Stiles swung the stick at the creature, wounding it just enough that he could run to the front door. The boy began pounding on the apartment door for Scott to come and let him.

Kira had answered the door quickly, rushing poor Stiles into the building while her and Scott went to temporarily take care of the danger.

When Scott got back to Stiles, he checked to see if his best friend was okay. Once Stiles has proven to Scott that he was perfectly fine, Scott was finally able to let himself get mad.

“She just kicked you out?” Stiles nodded. “When she knows the danger out there?” The boy nodded again. “Kicked you out!” Scott yells. Kira walks over to Stiles to be a bit more helpful that her wolf boyfriend. The girl urges the boy to walk off and cool down as she was pretty sure the only reason why he was so angry was because of his recent transformation.

“Are you okay?” Stiles nodded his head, “Physically, yes. Mentally, no.” Kira smiles shyly at the boy, urging him to continue. “Y/N/N said some pretty harsh things out of anger today. That hurt pretty bad, but I know I'll get over it..." He paused for a moment. "I-I’m scared that maybe she’s gonna convince herself she believes them.” Kira looks at the boy with slight confusion as she tries to piece this puzzle together. She's been given a lot of new information in a very short amount of time.

Kira takes a second to finish placing her pieces before catching a breath of air and speaking, “You guys weren’t just hooking up were you?“ Stiles shakes his head, “We were… at first.” He sighs, looking at his nervous hands.

“Now I think it-" He stops to sigh, not fully believing the words that are coming out of his mouth, "It might be something real.”

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WITH BENEFITS

PART SIX - PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, cursing.

Concept: College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.

I woke up the next morning with Stiles snuggled up next to me and a pounding headache. I groan quietly to myself as I pull the sheets off my body and step out of bed. I walk into the bathroom and turn my shower on before stripping my pajamas off. I hop in carefully and let the water fall down my head like lava. I keep my eyes shut under the liquid for a little while until I hear the curtain open. I move to look at who it is and see Stiles standing there with a smirk.

“Can I join?” I twist my face into a smirk and pull him in. All that was on my mind was Lydia getting ready to confess her crush on Stiles and how I needed to get what I wanted out of him before he’s really gone. 

Stiles stands in the shower with his arms draped around me and lips attached to my own. He was still in his pajama pants, pants that were now soaked. He moved to pull the cloth off of him along with his underwear, but he refused to remove his mouth from my own. I moaned into his mouth as he slid his fingers into me, earning a groan of pride from the man himself. Just as things were starting to heat up more, we heard a knock on the front door. We both pull away for a second before assuming it’s nothing. 

This was proven wrong once we then heard the door open and close.

We pulled away again, both of us groaning in sexual frustration. “I’m gonna go check it out.” I pull Stiles back to me by his neck, “Or we could just keep doing what we’re doing…” Stiles looks me up and down, trying to decide if he wants to listen to me or not. “No, no, no. We can’t do anything if a wolf is here…” I sigh nodding my head and letting him leave again. Besides, it was probably Scott anyways. And if it is Scott then he’ll be in and out in no time.

Stiles wraps a towel around his waist before walking out into the living room angrily, “What do you want, Scotty? I’m kind of in the middle of getting laid- Lydia?” Stiles gasps at the appearance of the girl in front of him. “You-You’re- laid?” Stiles looks at her with just as wide eyes as Lydia before watching her walk out the door and slamming the door shut.

Stiles shakes his head, rubbing his face for a second, before heading back to the bathroom. He removes his towel and hops back into the shower with me. The boy immediately goes in for a kiss, but I stop him. “Who was it?” Stiles shrugs his shoulders, “It was just Lydia, I don’t know what she wanted though. She seemed shocked to see me in a towel, I don’t know.” Stiles goes to kiss me again, once again getting stopped. “What are you doing, Y/N?” He was clearly starting to get frustrated. “Stiles- I- We can’t do this right now.” I sigh, he looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, but nods his head. “Okay, yeah. Are you okay?” I nod my head slowly, unsure of how I really feel right now. Stiles steps out and begins drying himself off, still talking to me as I actually shower. He was worried. “Y/N/N, don’t say anything, okay? But, uh, I just want you to know that I really care about you now and I, well, I hope that if you aren’t actually okay that you’ll tell me. Because I’m here for you.” I smile to myself as I feel my heart swell and my stomach sort of ache.

I hurry up and finish showering before getting completely ready for the day - hair, makeup, new clothes. I walk out into the living room to see Stiles sitting in the kitchen with food he made for us to eat for lunch. I look over at him and smile sheepishly. 

“Hey, Stiles?” I say suddenly. The boy looks up at me with a smile, taking his attention away from the book he was reading that I believe has to do with research for whatever the hell it is that is currently wreaking havoc in our lives. “What’s up?” I look down at my plate and twist the food for a second, “Can we go over to Scott and Kira’s? I need to talk to Scott.” Stiles furrows his eyebrows at me for a moment, but nods his head regardless. “Yeah, yeah, I actually wanted to talk to Scott too. And I have to ask Kira something.” I nod my head with a smile as he quickly gets up to get us out and to the other apartment.

Once we get there, the couple greets the two of us kindly. Stiles, taking the hints I had been dropping about wanting to talk to Scott alone, whisks Kira up to his room to talk to her about some of the stuff he’s found that has to do with kitsunes. 

“What’s up, Y/N/N?” Scott asks softly, his eyes look concerned. I sit next to him and open my mouth to talk before immediately shutting it again. “Y/N?” Scott says, trying to push me to speak up again. “I- Something happened.” Scott looks at me with a new look of fear and confusion. “Go on…” I nod my head, “So…” I sigh for a second before deciding to just let it all out. That has to be better, right?

“Lydia likes Stiles, but Stiles is sleeping with me. And she came to tell him this morning but we were in the shower together because I figured I might as well go for it one last time before Stiles dumps me- I mean, our agreement for her. But I feel horrible that Lydia found out the way she did and I also hate that Lydia likes him. I mean why him? Stiles is-is- Stiles!" I stop and look at Scott who looks like I just read a whole book to him without a breath.

"That was... a lot..." Scott says after a few moments of processing. "Scott, I need help." He nods his head, looking over to the stairs that led to the boy we were talking about. "Look, Y/N/N, I could sit here and pretend like I can't smell it on you, but I'm just going to be blunt, okay?" I sigh and nod, letting the wolf continue. "I think you should look at the possibility that the reason why you're actually upset about Lydia liking Stiles is not because you don't like it, but because you want to be with him. I scoff, "Yeah right! Stiles is the worst." Scott rolls his eyes at me, "Y/N/N, the scent doesn't lie... You like him."

"Scotty! I think Kira and I found something major out." Stiles yells as he runs down the steps with Kira close behind. Little did he know, he was saving me from expressing my true feelings towards Stiles to Scott. Not that he needed a confession with that damn nostril of his.

Stiles and Scott began talking about the boy's findings while Kira and I sat out on the balcony to the boys' apartment. Usually when those two were on a tangent together, it was easiest to just let them brainstorm off of each other.

Kira and I both gasp at the text in front of us. "Oh my God..." Kira sighs, moving to text Lydia back. I shake my head slowly, letting it set in that she still doesn't know that that girl was me. The girls are all teaming up to figure out how to help Lydia, but Lydia is insisting she's fine.

Kira notices that I'm still just in a state of complete shock. "Y/N/N, are you okay?" I shake my head as a tear springs to my eye. "Kira, I'm a horrible friend." The girl moves to sit closer to me and hold my hand as I start to let a few tears fall out. "You're a great friend, Y/N. Don't say you aren't." I shake my head, "Kira, I-I-I'm the girl in the shower." Kira looks at me with her mouth to the floor. I shake my head again, standing up and walking into the room with Scott and Stiles who don't even notice me. I rush out the door back to my apartment, tears falling down my cheeks slowly, but surely.

I think I made a mistake.

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