How about a Christmas blurb with Stiles... numbers 7 and 11 please?
Title: My House, My Rules - Stiles Stilinski
Author: @stilinskiparker
Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Word Count:
Warnings: fluff,
A/N: I think y’all are gonna be happy with this one, especially at the end. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
“Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree At The Christmas Party Hop…” I faintly heard as I was waking up for the day. I was also smelling some cinnamon rolls, pancakes, waffles, coffee, the works!
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and the movies and music that follows. But, to be woken up by it isn’t exactly what I had in mind. While I love putting it on first thing in the morning, I also love putting it on when I’m making breakfast, which is about thirty minutes to an hour after I wake up.
So, after I put on my sweatshirt and brushed my teeth, I went downstairs to see who made the house smell so good this morning.
First person I saw was my mom, which is to be expected. She always cooked breakfast during the Christmas season, but especially on Christmas morning.
Second person, my dad; always right beside my mom. Their love is what I always wanted. Especially during the holidays.
I knew there was a third person roaming around the house, considering it was our house… well, one that we were currently renting.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mom said.
“Morning,” I replied. “Have you seen–” Being startled by someone picking me up and spinning me around, I squealed in shock and surprise. Once the person put me down, I turned to look at the culprit, and was met with those whiskey colored eyes that I loved oh so much.
“Stiles!” I exclaimed, playfully but lightly slapping him in the chest. “You scared me!”
Laughing, he replied, “Sorry. I went upstairs to see if you were still sleeping, but you were already out of bed.”
“Probably because she smelled food,” Dad said. “She only gets out of bed if food is being made.”
Shocked face and all, I turned to my dad and said, “That’s not true!” At the look Mom gave me, I relented. “Okay, a little true, but–”
Stopping my words at all three of them laughing at me, I joined in on it because it really was true.
As the laughter was quieting down, I looked at all the food as the music continued playing in the background. “Okay, first off; Mom, thanks for cooking breakfast.”
“You’re welcome, honey,” she replied.
“Secondly, who turned the music up to the point where it actually woke me up?” Looking around the room, I came back to those eyes I loved. “Stiles,” I warned. “Can we turn this down or off until I’m fully awake?”
“Nope,” he said. “Stays on.”
“But–”
“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on.”
“Uhm, one; it’s our house that we’re renting, and two; it’s not even 8 AM yet.”
Chucking, he said, “You’re so cute.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, leaving his lips there as he whispered, “It’s 8:45AM.”
“And we’re not opening gifts, why?” I sassed.
Mom, Dad and Stiles all laughed as I went into the kitchen to get a plate of food and a cup of coffee with my favorite dairy-free creamer. Sitting down in the living room on Christmas morning with breakfast and family was a tradition that I wouldn’t stop doing, even if Stiles or any other partner didn’t do it.
Everyone else was sitting down in their own spots as I was picking a movie to watch while we ate. Movie choice of the morning; Dr. Seuss’s How The Grinch Stole Christmas. The live action one, not the original animated one.
The movie got the part where the Mayor gives The Grinch the razor when we all decided to go ahead and open our presents after Sheriff, aka Stiles’s dad showed up. Of course, Mom, Dad and Sheriff had to bring our presents over.
From all three parents, Stiles got a bunch of Star Wars stuff for his little man cave. I got some jewelry, notebooks and pens, fuzzy socks, and some other girly things.
I got my parents their favorite obsessions, as well as Sheriff, and Stiles did the same. After we were all finished with the presents, we cleaned up before all three parents said their goodbyes and went home.
Stiles and I showered before we started getting ready for the rest of our day together. He was acting all giddy after he told me to do my everyday makeup and hair, so I knew I had to get to the bottom of it. He was dressed in his normal clothes with his hair styled the same way he did it every morning.
Once I had met him downstairs, I looked at him as he smiled at me while holding his hand out for me to take. After I did, we walked out of the house together and to the Jeep, where he opened the door for me and closed it after I got in and situated.
Somehow, I knew he had something planned because he knew how much Christmas was my favorite time of the year. We pulled up to one of our favorite restaurants in Beacon Hills, all sorts of cars… not there. This place was usually packed with cars on Christmas day.
Stiles ended up helping me out of the Jeep, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together while walking me to the front door. We walked in and I got the biggest surprise of my life; seeing my best friend, Allison Argent.
I hadn’t seen her in months because all of us went our separate ways for college… except Stiles and I. We went to the same one.
Tearing up, I placed my hand over my mouth while walking towards her, hugging her once I reached her. And to more of my shock and surprise, everyone else was here, too! Scott, Isaac, Ethan and Aiden, Lydia, Derek, Liam, Mason, Corey, Hayden, Jackson, everyone! Including the parents!
We all had a blast at the party. A surprise Christmas party, if you will. I didn’t even know who set it all up until Stiles and I got home.
“Did you like the party?” he asked.
Nodding my head with a smile, I replied, “I had a blast.”
“Good. I was hoping you would.”
Confused, I asked, “What do you mean by that?”
He shrugged while putting his arms around my waist, “I knew how much seeing everyone would mean to you, so I set something up. Thankfully everyone was free this afternoon.”
Smiling while putting my hands on the back of his neck, I said, “I can’t believe you did all this, for me.”
“Well, I love you and just wanted you to have the best day,” he said.
Summary: This is Y/n’s first non-indie movie, which is exciting. But she also get’s to work with the amazing Dylan O’Brien. He plays her love interest in the film. This causes some sexual tension between the two. Do they break down and let their feelings get to them, or do they pretend there is nothing going on?
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Notes: This is a fic I have been working on for four years. I was never able to find the perfect person for this fic but getting back into Dylan gave me the perfect person. Let me know if you want to see how these two act in interviews for their movie. Perhaps, she will even get a role for the new TW stuff.
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“Okay you two have great chemistry and I want to see it in the next scene. I need to see that passion that will have the audience believing you’re really in love. Which isn’t hard when you have such a beautiful costar like, Y/n. Right Dylan?” The director said to the two of you as you were setting up for the next scene.
Dylan laughed and pulled you close, “You’re right. She’s quite easy to get along with and our chemistry is just on fire. We’ll pull it off. Right Y/n?” He asked you sending you a look that had you melting to the floor.
“Oh yes we will.” You quickly agreed. How could you say anything else when you were really close to Dylan O’Brien? It was amazing that you were getting the chance to work with him and even more so that you were his love interest. So, it’s safe to say you had a huge crush on him that just seemed to grow each day that you worked with him.
To make matters worse, or better in some people’s eyes. Dylan and you were getting ready to do a hot sex scene for this film. You’d read over the script about a hundred times, memorizing each and every word on the pages. You still blushed when you thought about that fact that you would have to fake sex in front of a camera with Dylan O’Brien. You would be nearly naked in front of him. It would be a miracle if you didn’t pass out.
“Good, good. I know you two have read over the script a few times and you’re ready. Now I don’t expect it to be perfect on the first try, but I know you both will do good. Dylan, I want you to rush in the minute she opens the door and pull her into a kiss. Make it look very unexpected. Then you can push her into the wall and take it from there. Any nerves Y/n?” The director asked you.
You blushed and shook your head, “No, I’m fine. I’m ready.” Last night you barely slept because you couldn’t stop thinking about what was about to happen. God you were really going to be ravaged by Dylan on film. God something about that thought was a huge turn on.
“Don’t worry, I will take good care of you.” Dylan said before moving into place, and you blushed before moving into place as well. Your heart was beating so fast right now.
The director surveyed the two of you to make sure you were ready before taking his place behind the camera. Your mind was going a mile a minute right now. Oh gosh, you were essentially about to have sex on camera. Well except there would be no penetration or like actual pleasure.
“Action!” He yelled, and you snapped out of your mind.
Almost immediately Dylan knocked on the door in front of you. You took a deep breath before opening it. Dylan rushed in and pulled you into a kiss, a deeply passionate kiss. You acted surprised and essentially you were because who wouldn’t be surprise when Dylan O’Brien rushed in to kiss you, even if you knew it was going to happen.
You felt him walking you both backwards as you continued to kiss. The kiss was getting hotter and he bit your lip and caused you to open your mouth and let him in. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. He pushed you against the wall and leaned close.
“Fuck you’re so sexy.” Dylan whispered very softly so that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. You thought he was just really into the scene.
You moaned into his mouth and he lifted your legs up to wrap around his waist, making you even closer to him. You were surprised to feel a bulge forming. Was this actually turning him on? You know you were turned on.
Dylan separated from the kiss like the script had said and attached his lips to your neck, immediately sucking and biting various spots on your neck. It felt like he was trying to find your sensitive spot and it didn’t take him long until you moaned a genuine moan as he nibbled on the spot that had you writhing in his arms.
“Do you want to go further, baby?” Dylan asked separating from your neck. He was breathing hard and looked like he was trying to stay in control.
“Yes, oh yes.” You moaned making him smile. Dylan quickly moved the two of you away from the wall and the director yelled cut.
“Wow, great job guys. Dylan you really sold the part. My god Y/n, those moans sounded so real.” He went on smiling like a lunatic.
Well Mr. Director, those moans were real.
“Are you guys ready for the bed scene?” He questioned Dylan and you.
You were so nervous. In all the works you’d acted in, you’d never done an actual sex scene. Also, you’d never had such an attractive love interest that actually managed to turn you on. From day one of this movie, it felt like Dylan was teasing you. It felt like he knew that you had been crushing on him ever since you saw him first act.
“Can we have ten minutes to get comfortable?” Dylan asked before you could respond.
The director looked at you and then nodded, “Oh yes, that’s totally fine. Take your time.” He walked off leaving you alone with Dylan.
Dylan grabbed your hand and pulled you into the direction of his trailer. Once you both reached it, he shut the door behind you and motioned for you to sit down. For some reason, your nerves were going crazy. You felt like he was going to tell you he didn’t want to do the scene with you.
“I thought that we should talk before we went ahead and had fake sex in front of a camera. It’s your first time, right?” Dylan asked taking a seat beside you.
It sounded like he was asking if you were a virgin and that thought made you blush, “Oh yes, it is.” You said softly.
“It’s best if we talk through boundaries and get more comfortable around each other. I mean I’m extremely comfortable around you, but you’re usually so quiet when we aren’t shooting, so I don’t know how you are.”
Dylan was being so thoughtful, and it made you smile, “Thank you Dylan. I’m actually amazingly comfortable. I mean I have had two months to get used to this sex scene and I feel like I’m ready. Are you?”
“Oh babe, I’m always ready.” He sent a wink your way.
The room suddenly felt hotter and you wondered if he could feel it.
“Um alright. So, what are your boundaries?”
“Well I virtually have none, especially since the scene is so straightforward. I’m more worried about you since this will be your first time doing this on camera. We need to make it look convincing and after what you just did out there, I have no doubt you can do that. But please tell me where your boundaries lie.”
“Okay, well I don’t feel like there will be many to be honest. I want to make the scene look as real as possible and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to do that. I’ve already agreed to go shirtless on camera, so I think anything we do won’t be too shocking to me.”
Dylan nodded his head, “Alrighty then, do you trust me?”
“Of course, I do, you know the scenes well and are an amazing actor.”
He smiled, “Then will you allow me to lead you through the scene?”
Honestly, this proposition made you feel better about the scene, “You will do that for me?”
“Yes, I will. You’ve had sex before, right?”
You blushed a deep crimson when he asked that, “Oh yes I have.” But honestly the three encounters were nothing short of disappointing and not pleasurable for you at all.
“Great, then this won’t be hard at all. I will help you through the scene and it will be over before you know it.”
But you didn’t want it to go by too quickly. You loved that you would be able to spend a short amount of time experiencing just a fraction of what Dylan could offer in bed. You’d only fantasized it almost every night for the last two weeks.
“Okay, are we ready?” You questioned more than ready to do this.
“I believe we are. I’m going to take good care of you out on set.” Those words set the butterflies in motion. Dylan was too sweet to you.
**
The two of you entered set and immediately gained the attention of the director, “You two ready for the scene?”
“We’re ready to go.” Dylan said staying close to you as they set up around you both.
“Great, I suppose the two of you know what is supposed to happen. Now I don’t want this to look like some porn video, I need to see genuine feelings. I chose the two of you because your past work has proven that you’re more than capable of giving me what I need.” The director spoke to the two of you and looked through his script. “Let’s do this. Places on set.”
Your nerves crashed back into you when you realized you were about to be half naked on set, in front of one of your favorite actors.
Dylan leaned into you, “Take a deep breath Y/n, everything will be alright.” You nodded and listened to his words before you were told to take your place on set, which would be in Dylan’s arms, leaning against the door frame in an intense make out session.
Dylan pulled you into his arms and pressed you into the door frame, “Remember, deep breath.” He whispered before the two of you got into position and he picked you up in his arms again. As soon as the director called action, the both of you got right back to kissing. It felt like you had continued where you both left off.
You both kissed for a long while until you got the cue to start moving to the bed. He set you at the edge of the bed while still kissing you. His hands had started to wander your body, feeling your soft curves that were hidden beneath the clothes you were wearing. His hand traveled under your shirt and he rested them on your bare skin, rubbing slow calming circles into your skin, all while still kissing you with a wild passion.
His hands then began to push your shirt up, revealing more of your skin. His hands on your bare skin sent shivers through your body. He pulled away and lifted the shirt over your head and threw it behind him. This was your cue to pull off his shirt as well, so you both continued to kiss as you pushed his shirt up and then pulled it over his head and threw it on the ground with yours.
Your body was on fire and you were so turned on at this point. Everything felt so real and you wanted it to be much more than just what the two of you were doing for the camera. You needed Dylan, but you had to pretend that you didn’t. This was surely going to be hell.
“Oh baby, you’re so hot.” Dylan said his line so perfectly, but you could hear the lust in his voice. The pure genuine lust, that you were sure you’d giving him.
“I need you.” You whined, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loops. He stood between your legs as you ran your hands up and down his smooth muscular chest. The feeling of his taut smooth skin beneath your hands, was enough to make you wet. You really did need him, but not on set. Preferably in private, where he could fuck you just the way you wanted it.
“It’s coming, baby.” He pushed you back on the bed and his hands founds the button to your jeans, which he quickly popped and unzipped the jeans. With slow and sensual movements, he moved the jeans down your legs. Kissing every bit of newly exposed skin as he pulled the fabric from your body. You had answered the door having bare feet, so he had no need to remove any shoes.
“You’re so ready for me.” He commented, looking up at you from his spot between your legs. His eyes traveled down to your panties and suddenly you were very aware of how wet you were. You were sure he could see the evidence in front of him, but you hoped to god no one else could see it.
“Stop teasing me.” Your voice came out a little more whiney than you had wanted it but that only made him smirk. He knew just how worked up he had made you.
“Okay baby girl.” Suddenly he started kissing up my legs, moving closer to your soaking wet heat. You hoped he wasn’t going to do what you thought he was going to do. He couldn’t do that on camera. He reached your upper thighs, and placed wet kisses on them, sending shivers through your body. Skipping over your soaked pussy, he was kissing your stomach, moving up your body at a snails pace.
“You’re teasing me, Tommy.” You said the line, keeping the moans from falling from your mouth. His lips on your skin was absolute heaven. You wanted to feel his lips everywhere and anywhere.
“I’m sorry Holly, I just love your body.” The lust was even more evident as he stopped beneath your breasts. Nerves flashed through your body as his hand traveled behind your back to unclasp the grey lacy bra you’d been given in wardrobe. He was about to see you half-naked. Everyone was about to see you half-naked.
“Cut.” The director yelled as his hands found the clasp. You heard him groan lowly in dissatisfaction and it make you giggle from beneath him.
“You two are doing amazing. I love it, I do but there’s something missing from this scene.” The director drawled as he entered the set.
You and Dylan looked at him, waiting for him to figure out what was missing. You honestly felt like everything is perfect and the evidence of that was coating your panties at this very moment. But you weren’t the director, so you couldn’t have the last word about it.
“Give me five minutes to mull it over and we will resume the scene.” He said walking away from you both.
Once again, a groan left Dylan’s mouth. “I was really getting into it.” He mumbled and once again you giggled. His eyes met yours and he raised his eyebrows at you. “You seemed to be getting quite into it as well, my sweet Y/n.” He was still leaning over you, with his face inches from your heaving bust.
“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whispered, letting heat cover your cheeks.
“Oh, you don’t. So, you’re not soaking wet right now?” His words knocked you out of your reverie.
“Not at all.” You lied through my teeth.
“Sure.” Suddenly a hand started traveling down your body, not stopping until it reached the top of your panties. “So, if I put my hand down your panties, I won’t find that you’re soaked?”
Blush covered your cheeks. You never thought you’d hear those words from him.
“Don’t be shy, sweet girl. It’s perfectly normal.” Suddenly his strong hand moved below your panties, traveling the length of your slit and gathering some of the wetness there before he removed his fingers. A smirk graced his face as he pulled his fingers from your panties and examined them before popping them into his mouth and sucking the juices from his fingers.
“Oh, baby girl. You’re wetter than I thought, and you taste absolutely delicious.” If you weren’t already gushing your panties, you were now.
“Alright, let’s get back into position.” The director came back to set and saw you both in the same position. “Oh perfect, the two of you are ready. Let’s just pick up from where we left off.” He stated, going behind the camera once again.
“Action!” He yelled, and you two were right back into the scene.
Dylan was back to kissing his way up to your chest and reaching behind you again, to remove the bra. He was quick to remove it this time, wanting to move on with the scene. A growl left his lips as he removed the bra to reveal your perky breasts. You honestly couldn’t tell if that growl was a part of his character or real, but it sure had you going.
“So perfect.” He whispered while taking one of your breasts into his hand, cupping it in his large hand. You moaned at the feeling, biting your lip, and throwing your head back. Especially when he started squeezing it while the length of his body rubbed on you.
This was your cue to push him up and throw him on his back, while you straddle him. It all happened in a matter of seconds and Dylan was on his back, staring up at you with those handsome amber eyes of his. You straddled his waist proudly, grinding yourself down onto him as his hands gripped your waist.
“I need you now, Tommy. Let’s stop wasting time.” You ground, moving down, and unbuckling his jeans. His shoes had been removed somewhere in the mix of us making it to the bed. You quickly pulled the jeans from his legs, which was surprisingly easy. Dylan laid in the bed, in only his blue briefs, which weren’t doing much to hide what he had to offer.
“Cut!” The director said as you climbed back onto his waist. “Okay, now we’re going to cut scenes to the main event. We’re going to conceal the fact that you still have clothes on with that sheet. Get into position.” He explained to us.
Dylan helped you from the bed and pulled the sheet down and laid back down on the bed. You positioned yourself on him once again, while some of the set help came to position the sheet to cover your lower halves, to serve the illusion you two were really having sex.
“Perfect. Everyone back into position. Also, I want some more moans, maybe a little hair pulling.” He explained before yelling action once again.
This time, when the camera started rolling, you were wrapped in his arms and you both were locked in a passionate kiss. Now you were supposed to “ride” him, but really just move your hips to drive the illusion further.
Dylan kissed you with more passion than the previous kisses you two had shared and rolled his hips up, sending them colliding with yours and causing his bulge to rub up again your soaking heat. You moaned out loud and gripped his arms as the kiss continued. His hips continued thrusting up, causing him to rub even more. The moans falling from your mouth were real at this point.
“Fuck baby, I love when you moan like that.” His deep voice only served to further your current lust for him. You pressed yourself down onto him, meeting his thrusts and rubbing your swollen clit against his bulge.
Suddenly you were on your back and Dylan was above you. “Tommy, keep it up.” You moaned into his ear, losing your breath as his bulge bumped your heat again and again. You could feel the juices flowing from you and you hoped you would be able to hide that fact once the scene was done.
All thoughts were on Dylan and how he was actually pleasuring you, while the two of you were on camera. Your fingernails embedded themselves into his back, just like the script read but this was a completely real reaction from you. Your head was thrown back in pleasure and his lips attacked your neck as the thrusts continued. You two were dry humping, he had to be getting pleasure out of this. There’s no way he wasn’t.
“You feel so good, baby girl.” He moaned into your ear and you could hear just how much this had affected him as well. You pressed yourself into him a little harder, feeling a distinct jerk from his clothed cock. His poor cock was so aroused with nowhere to go. You so desperately wanted to free it from its prison and slip the lengthy member into your soaking pussy.
You moaned loudly as he hit a particularly good spot that had your panties completely soaked through and through. There was no doubt, the evidence would be there when you both finished. His movements increased, bringing even more pleasure to your little clit, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and moan even more than before. You were on a trip to heaven and he knew this. He knew you were only seconds from orgasming, and he was willing to take it that far.
To delay an orgasm, you pulled your hips away from his, but his arm wrapped around your body and pulled you against his body again, continuing the tortuous thrusting that was taking place at the moment. He was trying to make you cum in front of all these people, what a sneaky man.
“Cum for me, Holly. I know how close you are.” You swear he wanted to say Y/n, you could just tell but he had managed to save himself. You let out a scream as an intense orgasm overtook your body, absolutely soaking his boxers in the process. Even as the orgasm hit, he continued his torture for the camera. Following the script closely. He was going to make this good for the audience.
The two of you finally slowed down the thrusting and you both dropped down to the bed. His arms were still wrapped around you and his crotch was flush with your soaked pussy. A cheeky smirk graced his face as he took your face in his hands and kissed your swollen lips.
“Oh Holly, I love you so much.” The words that were meant for your character, sent your heart into a frenzy.
“I love you.” You answered back before cuddling up into his chest as he pulled the sheet up over your bodies. The little movement caused more juice to gush from you. You were in a state of shock about the fact you’d actually came on set with Dylan O’Brien. Your sexy as fuck co-star just dry humped you to an orgasm in a room full of people.
“Cut!” The director yelled. You both opened our eyes to see a huge smile upon his face. “That was perfect! You two really killed that scene. We’re done for the day. Thanks for the killer acting you two.” Acting was definitely not something that happened just then, but you just nodded. “We’ll see you Monday, take the weekend off you two.” He said before leaving Dylan and you, half naked on set.
“Well my sweet Y/n. That sure was some great acting. I can sure feel the evidence of that.” He whispered glance down at his covered boxers.
Of course, you were blushing again.
He wrapped an arm around you from the side and pulled you close. “No need to be embarrassed, baby. That was the sexiest thing ever. I fucking loved it and I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Maybe this time we can do it for real?”
You didn’t know how to reply but both your set assistants saved us by bringing thick blue robes over for you two to cover up in. “Thank you, Millie.” You said wrapping the soft fabric around your exposed body. You quickly excused yourself from set and retreated back to your trailer. Your body was so worked up at this point and you desperately needed a shower to clean up from that intense orgasm Dylan had given you.
**
After that hot scene, you needed a shower to clean up the evidence of that orgasm Dylan had given you without even trying. It was crazy that you even allowed for that to happen. You never let your guard down like that but somehow, Dylan made you bring the walls down to feel like that on set, in front of a bunch of people.
You retreated back to your trailer and hopped into the shower, to wash away the sweat that had formed while you faked sex for the big screen. The shower felt nice and it definitely relaxed you even more. You were sure the only person who knew you’d come on set, was Dylan. It was his goal to make me come, you were sure of it. You’d attempted to pull away from his hips, but he had pulled you back, knowing you were seconds from a huge orgasm. He was a sneaky guy.
Once you finished in the shower, you exited the bathroom and put the robe back around your body once you’d dried off sufficiently. A knock at the door was heard as you entered the main area of the trailer. You assumed it was your agent or someone from set, but you were wrong. Dylan O’Brien was waiting behind the door, fully dressed as opposed to the last time you’d seen him. He let himself into the trailer without an invitation. You shut the door and turned towards him.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as he took a seat on your couch. His eyes roamed up and down your body, and an appreciative smirk graced his face, which caused you to blush.
“I was hoping you would agree to go out for a drink with me, to celebrate a good day of shooting.” His voice was as sexy as ever and his eyes didn’t leave your body.
“Oh sure, I just need to get dressed.”
“Who said you needed clothes.” Dylan was being cheeky, and he knew that.
“I would prefer not to go in public naked.”
“You were half naked just now, out on set.”
“That was different.” You were about to go into the back to get clothes when he caught your hand and pulled you between his legs.
“You know, your body is sexy, right? I think men aren’t going to be able to control themselves when they see it on the big screen.” His hands moved to your hips and he pulled you close, resting his head on your stomach.
“They’re only going to see my breasts.” You countered, not wanting to really hear about what men would do once they saw your body. You’d never been really confident in what you had, and it took a lot to get yourself to agree to do it for this movie.
He chuckled and nuzzled his face into the fabric of the robe you were wearing. “I could barely control myself out there. You felt how you make me feel.”
You tried to step back, but he held you in place. “You probably do that with every sex scene you do.” You hadn’t wanted to think about his past movies and the past women he’s had to shoot with, but that thought was always in the back of your mind.
“I don’t. My co-stars don’t really measure up to you. They never made me feel the way you make me feel, Y/n.” You tried to detect any lies, but you couldn’t really tell. You wanted to believe him, but he was a well-known actor and you didn’t think he could really feel something for you. A newcomer actress who’d only ever acted in Indie movies so far.
“That can’t be true.” Once again, you tried to pull away only to be pulled back.
“It’s true. The chemistry we feel, it’s new to me. I’ve never fit well with any other actresses I have acted with. It’s easy with you and I feel like I don’t have to fake the feelings like I had done in the past.” His words were genuine.
“Dylan, how could you feel that for me. I’m nothing special and I’m still new to Hollywood.”
“Y/n, you’re gorgeous and absolutely perfect in my eyes. I’ve never seen any flaws in what you do and if there is, you hide them well. You act with this elegance that inspires me. You have brought me back to the feelings I had when I first began acting. With you, everything is great.”
“Wow, Dylan. I had no idea you felt this way. You know I have admired you since you began acting. Seeing you on the big screen inspired me to jump into it and actually audition for something. I never thought I would ever have the chance to act beside you in a movie and yet here I am. Everyday here on set, has been amazing and a dream.”
“So, does that mean you have feelings for me?” He questioned as his golden amber eyes stared up into yours.
“Well of course it does.” You admitted when he pulled you into his lap and kissed your lips with this unwavering passion that you’d felt pieces of when you’d been on set. His lips on yours felt like heaven on earth or they had transported you there, either way, his lips were amazing. You gave into the kiss and returned the passion he was giving you. You wanted him to know you felt the same way.
His arms wrapped around your waist, joining behind your back, and pulling you closer. Somehow, you had wound your legs around his waist, forgetting completely that all you had on was a robe. It was the last thing on your mind as the kiss consumed you completely. You honestly felt like this was something you’ve never experience before, and you loved every second of it. His lips were becoming dominate and you accepted it and loved it because you wanted more, no you needed more. You needed to feel all of what he was feeling for you and you could definitely feel that through the kiss.
“Your lips are so soft.” He mumbled as you two parted for a brief moment. You took initiative and pulled him back into the kiss. The craving has reigned you in as you bit his lip. He hadn’t expected it, but he loved it because he smirked into the kiss.
Your arms were wound around his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You felt like you needed to get even closer to him and he felt it as well, because his grip on you had only grown tighter but not uncomfortably so. It was nice to be wrapped up in his arms like this, no one had really made you feel the way he did. He brought out intense feelings from you.
This time, he bit your lip and you opened your mouth in a gasp, surprised at the move. He took the chance to join your tongues in a blissful move. You savored the feelings and tastes you received from him. He tasted like spearmint gum and a hint of coffee from the morning you suppose. It was an overall pleasant taste.
You needed more, so you started to grind yourself down onto him as the kiss continued to overtake the two of you. It was then that you were reminded you were only wearing a robe, because your naked heat is what came into contact with the bulge that was covered in jeans. A whimper left your mouth as the pleasure shot through your body, which was still sensitive from the scene on set.
He pulled away from the kiss. “You forgot you were naked, didn’t you?” He asked with a sexy grin gracing his handsome face.
“Yes, because you came in here and started ravaging me with kisses and I forgot what I had been doing before you came.” You admitted as his hips jerked up into yours, the fabric of the jeans, colliding with your uncovered clit. You cried out in surprise. “You’re not making this easier for me.”
“I don’t want to, baby. I want you. I actually want to feel what it would be like to be inside you. That was pure torture on set. I was seconds away from pulling our underwear off and thrusting into you, I didn’t care who was there on set with us.”
“Oh, I was seconds away from doing the same thing, but I think that would have made our movie into a porn and the director didn’t want that.”
His teeth nibbled on your neck, making you moan out loud. “Well he’s not here right now.”
“Do you want to go further?” Once again, he thrust up, and you were soaking at the torture.
“Yes, I do. Do you want to?” His lips were now covering your neck with small little fluttering kisses that made you feel good.
“I do.” You confirmed, knowing that this was something you wanted.
Without another word, Dylan found the ties to your robe and quickly untied them. The robe fell open, revealing your completely naked body to him. His hands wasted no time in touching and stroking the newly exposed skin. One of his hands wrapped around one of your breasts, he kneaded it making you moan out.
“You like that.” He looked up into your eyes. His whiskey eyes were now fully clouded with lust as he played with you. “I bet you would like it if I touched your wet pussy?” He said. His free hand traveled down your stomach, moving at an achingly slow pace down to your pulsing sex. Finally, after ages, his fingers found your aroused clit. It moved lower to feel the wetness that was coming from your pussy. “Baby girl is so wet for me.”
The way he said that, made you moan out. He smirked at the sound, happy with himself for making you moan at the smallest touch.
“Yes, that’s right baby. I want to hear how good I make you feel.” His wet fingers moved back to your clit, rubbing tortuous circles on the little hard button of nerves.
You bit your lip which he didn’t like. Dylan’s hand left your breast and pulled your lip from your teeth. “No, we’re not going to hold back.”
He was wearing too much clothing. “You’re way too dressed.” His fingers were still rubbing your clit, but you moved to pull his shirt off. He had to remove his fingers while you did this but he quickly replaced them, making you whimper at the touch.
“I love how sensitive I have made you.” The grin on his face was so sexy. You moaned and threw your head back with pleasure. “I need to taste you.”
Dylan removed his fingers and stood up. He kicked off his shoes before taking your hand and leading you back to the bed. As he walked, he unbuttoned his pants. In the bedroom, he pushed you back on the bed. Then he removed his pants and this huge bulge was suddenly on display. It was mouthwateringly sexy.
“What was it that you were saying? You wanted to taste me.” You spread your legs, revealing your swollen and aroused pussy. Your fingers stroked through your folds, teasing both yourself and Dylan.
He growled and fell to his knees. Grabbing a hold of your legs, he yanked you to the edge of the bed. Then he spread your legs before diving into your soaked heat.
His tongue went right for your clit, circling it the way his fingers had. His hands gripped your thighs as he focused on your hard-little clit. Two fingers pushed into your entrance, filling you up. You moaned as he expertly pleasured you.
“Oh fuck, just like that.” It was hard not to want to just completely lose it when the hottest guy ever was going down on you. It was a dream come true.
He hummed against your clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. You buried your hands into his dark hair as he sucked your clit into his perfect mouth. This made your hips buck up for attention.
Dylan pulled away and looked up at you. “How close are you, baby girl?” He questioned before diving back in.
“So close. Keep going, Dyl. I want to come.” You let out a loud moan as he quickened the pace of his fingers that were pumping in and out of you.
He focused all his attention on the buzzing bundle of nerves, knowing that would bring you to your much-desired end.
As your orgasm hit you head on, the blinding pleasure took over your body. You screamed out his name as he continued his torture on your sensitive pussy. He looked extremely pleased with what he’d done. Dylan cleaned up your juices before lifting his face from your pussy. He was covered in your essence.
“That was so fucking hot.” Dylan moved up the bed, so he was hovering over you and pulled you into a sexy kiss. “You taste amazing.” He moaned against your lips.
As you came down from your orgasm, he rubbed his hard cock against your sex. His cock was still covered, but you were dying to take off the last remaining clothing that separated the two of you.
“I need more, Dylan.” You whispered as his bulge thrust against you.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Dylan was totally turning you on with the slight Dom tone he’d taken on.
“You know what I want, Dyl.” Your hand traveled down his body grip his hardened cock. He groaned and grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head.
“You have to be more specific for me, sweetheart.” He was purposely teasing you now.
You bit your lip before letting out a long moan. “I need you to fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me and show me how much I turn you on.”
The smirk on his face told you that was what he’d wanted. “Good. I can’t wait to fuck this beautiful little pussy. It’s already so wet and willing again.” He moved off you and went to his pants, pulling out a condom.
You sat up and watched Dylan push his briefs from his hips. Then he rolled on the condom. He was deliberately slow and taking his time. He was watching you closely. Once he’d put it on, he made his way back to you.
“Well baby, I think I want to see you ride my cock right now.” He pulled you up and took a seat on the bed. You wasted no time placing his ready cock at your entrance. Once he felt you, he pushed forward, burying himself in your wet walls.
He filled you up in a way that had you losing your mind. His cock was something you could easily get addicted to.
Dylan started moving inside you, which made you start to move on top of him. You swirled your hips as you rode his cock. This was actually a first for you. Your previous encounters never really grew out of the boring missionary. They clearly knew nothing of the pleasure that came with having someone ride your cock.
His hands found your hips as you continued your movements on top of him. He was moaning out loud now, which told you he liked what you were doing.
You pushed him back, so he was laying down and started to ride him harder than before. The feel of his thick cock filling you up, was pure bliss. It had your next orgasm building up quickly. Dylan’s hands reached up to cup your breasts, playing with them as you continued your work.
There was a certain power that came with watching a man fall apart under you. Knowing you were the one who was pleasuring him to the point where he couldn’t contain his moans. You loved it. Most guys weren’t keen about letting the woman take control. Dylan didn’t seem to worried at all about this, it seemed he loved you taking control.
Your second orgasm hit, and you could no longer keep control on top of him. He saw this and took the opportunity to flip you under him. His cock was still inside your pulsing walls, but he was allowing your orgasm to pass before he started on you again.
As soon as you’d calmed down, he started his assault again and began pumping in and out of you. His hands were gripping your waist as he did this. The feeling of your still pulsing walls, on his cock, was heaven and he’d been wanting this since the first moment he met you for this movie. He’d felt the amazing chemistry that led to this connection the two of you shared.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to dive in deeper inside of you. He captured your lips in a hot kiss. It was safe to say the two of you were lost in each other. Just being wrapped up in him was amazingly perfect. You loved it.
“Fuck, Dylan.” You whimpered as his cock brushed past your g-spot. Your third orgasm was building, but you wanted him to cum before you. He needed to. “Cum for me, Dyl. I want to feel you explode inside of me.” You whispered this into his ear, feeling his cock twitch at those words.
“Yes! You feel so fucking good around me.” He moaned as he let go. He came into the condom, but you still felt him explode while he was inside you and it was sexy. It triggered your third orgasm too, making you moan his name out loud. He loved hearing you say his name in the moment of intense pleasure. The look on your face just turned him.
As soon as the orgasms were over, Dylan gingerly set you back on the bed. You hadn’t even noticed how wrapped up the two of you had become. He slid out of you and dropped down onto the bed beside you. After a couple minutes, he got up to dispose of the condom before returning back to you.
Dylan pulled you close as he laid down again. He smiled down at you; happy he’d finally made a move on the woman who’s been plaguing his mind.
“That was amazing.” You said as you snuggled up beside him. Dylan cuddled up next to you happily.
“I can agree. I’ve been thinking about doing that since we met.” He confessed.
You looked up at him. “Wait, really?” This was unreal. Having admired him since his early Teen Wolf days, you never imagined you would be in this position.
“Yes. I just knew there was something between us. I love that it took a hot fake sex scene for us to get here. That’s a story to tell our kids.” He was clearly joking but just hearing him say that, set off butterflies.
This made you giggle. “We already have kids, huh?” You could joke too.
“Yeah, our two daughters and son.” He had good humor. It was nice that it wasn’t awkward between you two after sex.
“I remember now. How could I forget my own children.” This made him chuckle.
“Y/n, will you go out with me?” He asked with hope in his eyes.
“I will. Because I have liked you forever now, like way before I started acting.” You admitted.
“Oh really? So I take it you are a Teen Wolf fan?”
“I am.”
“Then you’re going to love my next endeavor. Jeff decided he wanted to bring us back for a surprise season, because the fans have begged for years.” This news was amazing. He was also clearly happy to return for the show.
“This I love. Will it be on MTV?”
“No, he signed a contract with Amazon Prime.”
“Even better.”
Dylan loved how excited you were about this. “Hey, they are holding casting calls for the show. You should audition.”
This was a dream. Teen Wolf had been the show that interested you in acting while you were in college. If you had a chance to be in the show, past you would die.
“Oh really? Adding characters?”
“I don’t know the whole premise of the season, but I do know he wants to bring on some new characters. I think you would fit in perfectly with the show.”
Dylan sure knew how to charm you.
“You’re only saying that because we just had sex.” You nudged him.
“I would never.” He pulled off a cute shocked face.
Being around him was easy. You were glad that sleeping together hadn’t changed the dynamic between you too. If anything it felt better.
“I know you well enough, Mr. O’Brien.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
The two of you were growing tired. So you asked him to stay the night, to which he said he was already planning on it. You drifted off as you made plans for your date.
**
Dylan and you had spent the weekend together. Monday morning, you both returned to set with this glow to you. Both of you were extremely satisfied with the way things were working out.
“Dylan and Y/n, just the people I wanted to see. Come to the office.” You both had walked in together.
Once in the office, the director expressed how happy he was with the scene you’d shot last week. In fact, everyone loved it so much that they decided to add another scene.
“So they wrote a whole new scene for us?” Dylan asked as the director finished.
“That’s right. Your chemistry is so good, that they really wanted more. Are you okay with that?” He looked between the two of you.
“Oh yes, we can do it.” You said as Dylan squeezed your thigh in a teasing matter.
He clapped his hands together. “Great, we will send you the new scene when it’s ready. Now let’s resume filming.” Director got up and headed for the door.
You stood up to follow, Dylan was right behind you. “Looks like we get to have more fake sex. Can you handle it?”
“Now that I’ve had the real thing, I know I can.” You loved the teasing. Dylan quickly kissed you before you entered set. This was definitely an interesting movie.
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Dylan O’Brien x Reader
Word Count: 1633
Warnings: our boy’s a little cocky, sexual tension,
Requested: ”OMG CAN YOU DO A COCKY DYLAN FULL OF SECUAL TENSION PLEASE!!!”
A/N: Hi, friends! Here’s Cocky Dyl with sexual tension for my anon friend! I’m gonna lie, this was kinda hard to write, just because I didn’t know like when I wanted to place the story. I really tried to make our boy all cocky, so please let me know if I did, haha. But, all in all, I hope it meets your expectations! As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
Part 2 |
Hearing my friend, Amber, sigh dreamily had me looking over at her. “What?” I asked.
“Haven’t you ever seen anything more beautiful in your entire life?” she asked, chin resting in her palms.
“What are you talking about?” I sighed, turning to look at her.
She pointed in front of her, saying, “Him.”
Following her finger at what she was pointing at with a confused face, I looked at the source of her daydream smile.
Dylan O’-fucking-Brien.
I rolled my eyes and groaned, “Eck.”
“What’s wrong with him? He’s beautiful, sweet, talented, funny--”
“Cocky asshole?” I suggested.
She snorted. “You’re just jealous.”
“Me? Jealous?” I chuckled. “No.”
“You’ve seen his stuff,” she said.
“Yeah, and I’ve also seen the interviews that go along with the press junket,” I said. “He’s a cocky asshole. Thinks he can get anything he wants. I mean, have you seen his Twitter? He fucking roasted a bunch of his fans and then said it was fun! What kind of ‘sweet’ person does that?”
“Maybe it’s his personality?” she defended.
“Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s a famous actor with parental ties to the business,” I said.
My friend sighed, hanging her head. “Just because your dad produced Teen Wolf and you just happened to recently be on set when he wasn’t having a very good day doesn’t mean he’s a cocky asshole.”
“Hmmmm,” I hummed. “Yeah, it kind of does.”
“But isn’t he dreamy?” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
Perking up, she stood to her full height, facing me. “Oh, hey! There’s this party tonight. I think we should go.”
Sighing exasperatedly, I tilted my head back. “I hate parties.”
“Yeah, but you might like this one.”
“Every time you say that and what happens not long after we get there?”
“I lose you and end up finding you in the living room the next morning drinking your coffee and eating your breakfast,” she said, almost ashamedly.
“Yeah. And every time you promise to not leave me, but you do it anyway.”
“Okay, well, I promise for real this time.”
I looked at her like I didn’t believe her answer. “If you do, I’ll hunt you down, find a radiator and handcuff you to it… after I find said handcuffs.”
It was quiet for a few seconds before I looked back up at her, seeing her smile. Reminded me of that episode of SpongeBob where Squidward sneaks into the Krabby Patty Vault and SpongeBob smiles at him.
“You’ve been watching Teen Wolf haven’t you?” she asked, that smile still plastered onto her face.
“May-maybe,” I said.
She gasped and touched my arm. “Who’s your favorite character?”
“I don’t know his name,” I said. “The kid with the buzzcut.”
All movements from her stopped as I watched her look out the window then back to me.
“I hate to break it to you, babe,” she said. “But that kid with the buzzcut just so happens to be outside.”
I looked from her back to Dylan standing outside. “It’s just a character he plays. He’s not that sweet in real life.”
Cue the ringing of the bell on the door as it opened, said cocky boy walking in. All the girls in the little cafe start giggling and whisper excitedly about the fact that their favorite celebrity just walked in.
I scoffed at them, not seeing whatever they see in him.
Was he attractive? Yeah, sure.
Was he kind of demanding? You bet your ass he was!
The day that I was on set with my dad at Teen Wolf was the day that I saw the real Dylan, bad day or not.
I was walking across the lot where they had the trailers to take something to Crystal’s trailer when Dylan opened his trailer door, talking to someone on the phone. I rolled my eyes as he put his phone against his chest as the producer said they were ready for him.
“Oh, you’re ready for me?” he asked, to which she said yes to. “Oh, that’s funny. That’s very funny. I’m not exactly ready for you. So, uh, take it easy.” He put the phone back up to his ear saying, “Yeah, no, I’m sorry, one second.” He took his shakes off, looking at the producer. “You see these? I could fucking kill you. Get out of my sight.”
“Uhm, he’s gonna be another five to ten,” she said into the walkie talkie before looking up at him. “Yeah, that’s fine, that’s fine.”
Putting the phone back up to his ear, he said, “Yeah, sorry about that. Alright, what’s the offer? Well, if they don’t have a fucking offer, I don’t want it.”
“Uhm, hey, Tyler?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, jogging over to me. “What’s up?”
“Where’s Crystal’s trailer?” I asked. “I’m supposed to drop these off.”
“Oh, sure yeah,” he said. “Here I’ll take over there.”
From that day on, I never wanted to be around Dylan O’Brien again.
“If you tell me that story one more time, I swear to God, I’m gonna scream,” Amber said.
“Don’t subject yourself to the freak out session that’s going on around here,” I replied.
Seeing a cup being placed down in front of me, I looked up at the owner. “What do you want, O’Brien?”
“Why haven’t you been on set?” he asked.
“Because I don’t want to,” I replied, more of a question.
He scoffed before lightly chuckling. “I’ll see you at the party tonight.”
“What party?” I asked.
“Teen Wolf’s having a wrap party for this season,” he explained. “Your dad’s gonna be there, which means you have to be, as well.”
I looked at Amber, asking, “Is that the party you were talking about?”
She shook her head, “No, I was talking about a different one in Beverly Hills.”
Looking back at Dylan, I asked, “Where’s the wrap party being held?”
“LA,” he said. “I gotta go. Make sure you wear something… a little nice.” He winked after grabbing his cup off the table, putting his sunglasses back on before going back outside.
“God, he’s such a dick,” I muttered.
“Yeah, but a very hot dick,” Amber said.
“Shut up.”
~~~
“What are you gonna wear?” Amber asked.
“Hell if I know,” I said. “I don’t even want to go.”
“(Y/N), you have to,” she said. “It’s for your dad.”
“(Y/N)! Are you ready?” Dad asked.
I sighed. “I guess everyone’s wanting me tonight.”
Amber chuckled. “Go. Have fun and tell me everything.”
“I can tell you right now; nothing!” I chuckled. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Opening the door, my dad was standing on the other side, dressed up a little more than what he normally was.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” I sighed.
Walking out of the house and to the car to be driven to the venue of the wrap party, I still didn’t wanna go. I sighed for what seemed like the eighty-fifth time since we left.
“Alright,” Dad said. “What is it? What’s going on?”
“I just really don’t want to go,” I said.
“It’ll be fun,” he tried to reassure me.
I turned my head to look at him, a deadpan expression on my face. “I’d rather stare at my ceiling for three hours than go to this party. I mean, I’m not even a part of the show. Why do I even have to be there?”
“One, for me,” he said. “And two, because… I was asked if you were going to be there?”
“By who?”
He didn’t say anything, just looked out the window.
“Daddy? Who asked?” I pressed.
Again, he didn’t say anything. I was silent until it finally clicked. “Oh, my God. If it was Dylan--”
“It was, and you’re gonna be nice to him.”
I sighed exasperatedly, “But he’s such a dick!”
“Who told you that?”
“I saw it first hand.” Pulling up to the venue, I took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”
After getting out of the car, I gave my thanks to my dad’s driver before walking along the small carpet, stopping to take a couple pictures. Once inside the venue, I immediately rolled my eyes at who’s picture I saw on the screen.
“Of course,” I muttered.
“Of course what, angel?”
Rolling my eyes, I turned around and faced him. “Everywhere I turn, there you are.”
“You love it,” he said.
“Mhmm, sure.”
He looked me up and down, licking over his lips as he did so. “You look ravishing tonight, angel. How about I take you back to my place later?”
I hummed. “As much I wouldn’t love that, I’ve got a date with my couch and Netflix.”
“Netflix and Chill, even better.”
“You’re nauseating.”
“You love it,” he purred.
“In your dreams,” I said, looking him up and down.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
I chuckled, taking a step closer to him and putting lips by his ear, whispering, “You wish.”
He groaned quietly, turning his head away from me. “Do that again and I’ll have to sneak off with you.”
“You think you can get what you want because of who you are?”
“Do you know who I am?” he asked.
I hummed, pretending to think. “Should I?”
He chuckled. “Everyone knows who I am.”
“And that’s why you’re a cocky asshole,” I said.
Bringing his hand up to my waist, he squeezed at the spot, causing a light gasp to come from me followed by a chuckle. “Ya’know, that would’ve been more sexy if you had grabbed me by my neck as I walked away.”
“Don’t tempt me, angel.”
“But it’s fun,” I cooed. “Don’t you think so?” I turned around and walked away, hearing him groan to himself.
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Author: @stilinskiparker
Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Word Count: 505
Warnings: Fluff, little bit of Angst? Idk.
Requested: Hi! Could I request 13. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me” with either Dylan or Stiles please?
A/N: My first request ever by the lovely @kellysashcroft. Thanks so much for requesting this, love! I had so much with it. I kind of based it on the Night School episode (which is one of my favorites of S1, lol). It’s kind of all over the place ‘cause I was trying to remember the events as they happened in the episode, but I hope it meets your expectations! As always for anyone else reading, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
Running through the school, I didn’t think I’d be at this point in my life. Sure, I was only 16 and had my whole life in front of me, but this was different. Scott was bit about a month or so ago, and we’ve been dealing with this creature called Alpha.
Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm my racing heart, I slowed my running down to bend over and rest my hands on my knees. “Wait, wait, wait.”
“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” Stiles asked. “Why’d you stop?”
“Cause I don’t see him anywhere,” I breathed. I stood back up, feeling like I could take a nice, refreshing breath again. I hadn’t noticed that I stopped in front of a wall of windows, so to say that I was freaked out when I saw two glowing eyes at me from across the outside of the school would be a severe understatement.
“Oh, shit,” Scott muttered. “Run. Guys, run!”
Good thing we did, too, because as the Alpha ran and jumped into the windows, Scott, Stiles and I tore off down the hallway.
Running down about two or three flights of stairs later, the three of us found ourselves in the boiler.
“What are we even doing down here?” Scott asked.
“Oh, I don’t know, Scotty,” I sassed. “Having a picnic.”
He rolled his eyes and walked around me and Stiles, leaving us to ourselves for a moment. I felt his fingers lace with mine; something we used to do for comfort as kids. I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I’m not gonna die here. I refuse to die at school just because someone’s after Scott.”
“Hey,” Stiles said, turning me to face him a little more. “You’re not gonna die. I promise.”
“How can you be so sure?” I whispered.
Putting a hand on my cheek, he whispered, “Because you’re my best friend. I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” He gently pulled me forward, placing a quick kiss to my forehead before walking around me to go find Scott, my hand still in his.
We ended up finding him, and chaos ensued after that; the Alpha somehow got inside the ceiling, Allison, Lydia and Jackson somehow made it here. Oh, and then Scott ended up getting put under the Alpha’s influence and ended up being like Carrie and wanted to kill us all.
Did I mention that he also found a dead janitor in the bleachers? No? Oh. Well, he did.
Sheriff and his deputies as well as the EMT’s and such ended up coming to the school ‘cause at one point Stiles called his dad, which we were more than grateful for.
Standing next to Stiles by his Jeep after talking with Deaton, who was in the back of an ambulance, I poked his shoulder, causing him to look at me. “Thanks,” I said.
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Dylan O’Brien x Reader
Word Count: 2500
Warnings: Fluffy, little angsty?, mostly flashback, making-out (should that even be a warning), mentions of sexy time (- everyone is under 18, so everything is consensual.)
Requested: “Could you maybe do 14. “You look amazing tonight.” With Dylan where you guys are broken but he can’t hold it and makes out with you?”
A/N: Hi, friends! So, I wasn’t sure which direction to take this in, but I tried my best, lol. I had to break this into a couple parts since there was a lot I started planning for this as soon as I started writing. So, I hope this reaches your expectations, Anon friend! As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
The worst thing about dating an actor? Them being gone a lot.
The best thing about dating an actor? Well, in my experience… getting to be on the sets.
Can I take you back a few years? Like, almost ten? Good? Great.
I sighed. “First day of high school, Freshman year. Good times.”
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!”
Scoffing, I said, “That’s easy for you to say! Dyl, you’re starting your Junior year! You’ve already been through this.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve got me by your side now,” he said, putting his arm over my shoulder. “I’ll make sure you know the ropes, take you to your classes,--”
“Help me remember where my locker is and it’s combination?” I asked, a hopeful smile on my face.
He chuckled, pulling me into his side a little more. “Yeah, sure. Oh, by the way, Mom wants you and your dad over for dinner tonight.”
“Yeah, we can do that,” I said.
“Good, because your dad already said yes last night,” Dyl said. “Come on. Let me help you find your locker.”
~~~
Dinner that night was normal for us; we ate whatever Dylan’s mom made. After, him and I went upstairs to his bedroom to hang out a little bit. Unfortunately for me, I had a little bit of homework.
“You’re doing homework?” Dylan asked. “On the first day of school?”
Without looking up from my papers, I said, “Yep,” popping the P.
“Who’s your teacher?”
“Mrs. Green,” I dragged.
“What subject?” he asked, sitting down in front of me.
“Science. One of my least favorite subjects.” I scanned my eyes across the page, reading the information I needed to.
“You got anymore? Maybe I can help.”
“Actually,” I said, reaching over the side of the bed and grabbing my backpack. “Look in there for my blue notebook and binder, please. It’s my math.”
“You got a system or something for high school?” he chuckled, unzipping my bag.
“As I matter a fact, O’Dylan. See what I did there?” I said, looking up at him. His face read unamusement to which I just chuckled at. “Anyway, yes, I have a system.”
“And what would that be, O’Y/L/N?”
“To be more organized, and by being organized, I mean color code all my classes,” I explained. “And yes, that also means using the same color pens and pencils.”
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he whispered.
Didn’t go unheard by me, though. “Did you just call me cute?”
Cue the red face from my guy best friend. “Uhm--uh--uh--”
I giggled at him stuttering in his embarrassment. “It’s okay, Dyl. I think you’re cute, too.”
“Mhmm,” I nodded. “Always have since we moved next door.”
“Across the street,” he deadpanned.
“Same thing,” I said.
After having that conversation, let’s just say that the second day of school started with us walking hand in hand into the school, both of our friend groups looking at us in awe and shock, not seeing this coming. Hell, I didn’t see it, either, and yet here we are.
The day went by like normal, but with a little more intimacy; hand holding, kisses on the temple and forehead, nothing too extreme.
That didn’t come until about three months later. Dyl and I were cuddling on the couch in his living room watching a movie while our parents talked in the dining area.
“Hey, Dyl,” I said.
“Yeah, Y/N/N?”
“Don’t get all weird on me for asking, but…” I trailed off.
“Hey,” he said, causing me to look up at him. “Whatever it is, I won’t get weird, okay?”
I nodded and lightly placed my chin on his chest, taking a deep breath. “Have you had your first kiss yet?”
He looked above my head for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah.”
“It was awkward,” Julia yelled from the stairs.
“Jules!” Dylan yelled.
I laughed at their small bickering, having been used to it for the last four years.
“Anyway,” he said. “Yeah, I have. Why?”
I shrugged, looking down at a spot on his shirt. “No reason. Just wondering.”
It was quiet for a moment before it seemed to click for him. “Wait. Have you had yours yet?”
Looking back up at him, I gave him a look that said I was too embarrassed to say anything before looking back down at the spot on his shirt.
“Y/N/N,” he said. “Baby, look at me.”
“No,” I whispered. “I haven’t.
Putting his finger under my chin, he lifted my head. “Sit up,” he whispered. I sat up, him following. “Don’t geek out, okay?”
I nodded before he put his hands on my cheeks, lightly cupping them. I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Just nervous,” I said.
“Hey, I’m your boyfriend,” he said. “This is supposed to happen.”
I chuckled and looked down, nodding. “Yeah, I guess. Just do it before I get up and run home to lock myself in my room.”
He nodded and chuckled, slowly leaning in, letting me back out if I wanted. I didn’t. Leaning forward, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but I just let him take the reins on this one.
Feeling his lips on mine made the fireworks, sparks, butterflies, and all that cliche shit happen. I placed my hands on his shoulders, right where the collar of his shirt sits, and just let him take control for a moment.
We both were sat up, but the next thing I knew, my back was meeting the couch cushions, Dylan resting on his forearms beside my head to keep himself upright. Our lips moved in sync for… God knows how long before we heard a throat being cleared.
Having my eyes closed, I pulled my hands free from his face, which I didn’t know I was holding.
“Take her home?” his dad said.
“Absolutely,” Dylan said.
Both us sat up quickly, moving to put our shoes on and for me to grab my backpack.
As soon as we stepped outside and the door closed, we both bursted out in laughter.
“My first kissing--”
“Make-out,” Dylan corrected.
“Make-out session,” I chuckled. “And we get caught.”
“Ahh, that’s alright,” he said, lacing our fingers. “There’s plenty of time for that.”
Stopping at my front door, I turned and faced him, our fingers still laced. “Well, this is my stop.”
“Looks like it,” he said, his chin meeting his chest.
I took a step closer to him, ducking my head to try and look him in the eyes. “Dyl? Babe? Are you okay?”
He looked up at me, a smirk ever present on his face. “You called me babe.”
“Well, you called me baby,” I countered.
“That I did,” he said, a small smile on his face. “That I did.”
~~~
Every day after that was a new adventure. Like, the first time we said I love you.
“Hey, Y/N/N?”
“Yeah, Dyl?” I said, towel drying my hair with one of his towels.
“Couple things,” he said. “One, you look amazing in my shirts, clothes, whatever.”
“Awwww, babe!” I beamed, walking over and putting a knee on his bed. “Thank you.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome. And two, there’s something I really wanna talk to you about.”
Fear must’ve taken over my face because his eyes went as wide as saucers. “No, no, I didn’t mean that!”
I let out a breath, putting my hand over my heart in feign hurt. “Well, thank God!”
At his look, I chuckled. “Okay, okay. What is it that you wanna talk to me about?”
“Uhm,” he sighed. Looking down at his hands, he took a deep breath.
“Dyl?” I said, dropping the towel to the floor and sitting in front of him. “Babe, are you okay?” I set my hand on top of his, causing him to quickly look up at me.
“I love you,” he rushed.
The only thing I could do was look at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“I love you,” he said again. “I have for a long time, but I didn’t know how or when to tell you, so I just--”
I stopped his words by grabbing his face and bringing his lips to mine, feeling him finally relax. I pulled away for a moment before diving back in, our lips moving in sync. Pushing him to his back, I straddled his hips, putting my hands on either side of his head to prop myself up.
Pulling away again once my lungs were screaming at me, I looked down at him and smiled. “I love you, too, Dyl.”
He smiled again, putting his hand on the back of my head to bring our lips back together before he said, “Good.”
~~~
And every day after that was another step closer to the biggest thing that could happen in a relationship. The One Year mark. I won’t go into too many details. He took me out to dinner then a walk on the beach. We ended up ending the night at his house watching a movie in his room. Pretty simple. Of course, that Monday was the third day of my Sophomore year.
Dylan’s graduation was even more special. We did the same thing as our one and two year anniversary, and while the night did technically end back at his house, let’s just say that sexy time happened. Don’t worry, folks. The graduation party was over… and his friends were downstairs eating all the food. Ahem, moving on.
The first day of my Senior year was something I wished hadn’t had come.
Looking out at the front of the school, I sighed, tears lining my eyes.
“Baby?” he said. “You okay?”
I lightly nodded my head, taking a deep breath. “Just can’t believe I’m gonna be a Senior.”
He chuckled and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers. I left my hand relaxed as I closed my eyes, a tear streaming down my face. He unlaced our fingers, putting his hand under my chin and turning my head to lock our eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m scared,” I whispered. “I’ve always walked in on the first day, and now that you’ve graduated… I feel like I’m gonna feel lost and alone.”
“You won’t,” he said. “Cause I’m gonna be waiting right here or over there after school for you.”
I smiled at him, and tilted my head a little. “I love you,” I whispered.
Smiling back, he replied, “I love you, too, baby.”
We both leaned forward at the same time, pressing our lips together. Our lips moved in sync for about a minute before I reluctantly pulled away. “I gotta go or else I’m gonna be late.”
He chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Go. Have fun. Trust me. This will be one of the best days of your life.”
“I think I can think of something else, but I’m not at liberty to disclose that information,” I said.
He looked at me like he was confused, so I just shook my head at him, smiling. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said, before I got out of the car.
School that day was weird, but oddly relaxing. I didn’t really have any homework like Freshman through Junior year. I didn’t have to wait that long after school let out for Dylan, spotting his car after I bid a couple girls from my classes goodbye for the day.
After getting into his car and giving him a hello kiss, I told him about my day and how we could spend the rest of the day together, if he wanted, but then a thought crossed over my mind.
“Aren’t you filming in LA for this episode a little bit?” I asked.
He chuckled, reaching over and lacing our fingers. “I was wondering when you were gonna ask about that. And yes, we are, but they gave me the day off to spend with you.”
“Okay, so what do I need to do about school?”
“I’ll drop you off and pick you up when we’re in LA when I can, and your dad will take over when I’m in Atlanta,” he explained.
“Cool,” I smiled. I tightened my grip on his hand a little, sadness coming over me a little. “Sucks that you’re filming on both coasts. Especially on a coast where we’re both originally from.”
“Yeah, but that's the price we both have to pay,” he said, pulling into his driveway.
“But, isn’t my dad producing the show?” I asked, getting out of the car.
“A few episodes,” Dylan said. “He won’t fly to Atlanta with us, though.”
“Oh, gotcha,” I said, walking into the house. “Ya’know, I’m hoping to break out in the industry myself one day.”
“Oh, yeah?” he beamed.
“Yup. Always been a dream of mine,” I smiled.
Wrapping his arms around my waist after I dropped my bag by the door, he pressed our foreheads together. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gotten you an audition.”
“Cause I wanna finish school and be a normal teenager before I become famous.”
He chuckled before moving his lips to me, a sigh of content coming from me.
Pulling away for a moment, I said, “I could really get used to that. And these--” I pointed to my lips. “--will always be waiting for you when you leave to be some big ass TV or movie star.”
“I probably won’t get that big, but okay,” he chuckled.
“Come on,” I said, lacing our fingers. “I know of something else we could do in the meantime.”
~~~
I can honestly tell you that dating an actor was a freaking cool thing. There would be days where my dad would be needed on set and I’d have to go with him, and let me tell you; being on a TV set was so much different than being on a music video set.
Senior year came and went, graduation was like normal with a graduation party that Dylan was able to come to and even brought his co-star and best friend Tyler Posey, whom I was a fan of. We ended up clicking instantly.
Dylan was shooting a movie called The First Time and while he had some kissing scenes, he kept reassuring me that he loved me and no one else. Little would I know in a few months that that would change.
I love Dylan with everything, but I didn’t trust his co-star, Britt. She was always around and wouldn’t leave him alone. Even when I was there!
That’s okay. At least he came home with me when they were done filming for some of the night shoots. I did get to play with Maggie, who played Dyl’s little sister in the film when they didn’t need her for certain scenes.
All in all, Dyl and I were still going strong… for about four more months at least. What happened next… sucked.
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Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Dylan O’Brien x Reader
Word Count: 2621 (a little longer than what i wanted, but oh well)
Warnings: angst, little fluff, christmas elements? hell, i don’t even know at this point anymore.
Requested: “Could you maybe do 14. “You look amazing tonight.” With Dylan where you guys are broken but he can’t hold it and makes out with you?”
A/N: Hi, friends! Here’s part two. I hope you guys enjoyed these little parts. I know the first part didn’t have the requested prompt, but this part will, I promise. Everything that’s mentioned about getting high and/or drunk, I’ve never experienced. I simply placed it in the story for... the story. Uhm, -clears throat; I’m sorry. Please don’t unfollow me. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
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“It wasn’t my choice!” he yelled.
With tears streaming down my eyes, I packed up the clothes I had stashed over at his house for when I stayed the night. “Yeah, I’m sure it wasn’t.”
“(Y/N/N), it wasn’t!” he said. “It’s the studio, it’s what they want!”
I scoffed. “Ya’know, Dyl, I really loved you. I really do, but this--” I turned around with tears streaming down my cheeks, gesturing between the two of us. “-- I don’t think we can get through this.”
Taking a step closer to me with his hands out, he said, “Yes, we can! We’ve gotten through a lot; me filming Teen Wolf and that movie. We can get through this.”
“I’m not sure that we can,” I cried. “I don’t give a shit about the studio wanting it. It’s the fact that you didn’t tell me.”
“Then who did?” he asked.
“Who the hell do you think, Dylan?” I yelled. “She’s only been after your dick since the moment you two met!”
“No, she hasn’t,” he tried to defend. “She was only--”
“Being friendly?” I said. “No, Dyl, no.”
“Stop calling me Dyl,” he said.
“She was only being ‘friendly’ to jump on your dick,” I said. “And why should I stop?”
“Please unpack,” he said, tears in his eyes.
“Why?” I asked. “Why should I?”
“Because I love you and you love me.”
“Not according to the studio, we don’t,” I said. Grabbing my bag off his bed, I sighed one final time. “This is going to be the last time you’ll ever see me.”
“Please don’t quote Twilight to me,” he said.
“I’m not,” I said. “I’m being for real. You can talk about me in interviews, with your friends, during panels at ComiCon, but-- just don’t contact me anymore.”
“Baby--”
Taking the few steps I needed, I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek, catching the tear that had escaped with my thumb. “I do love you, but I can’t be ignored by a big studio and also be told by your co-stars that I’m never gonna amount to anything. I can’t handle that. You’re built for this industry. Me, not so much at the moment. I’m sure we’ll find each other again.”
“(Y/N/N)--”
“I love you,” I said, pressing my lips to his one final time before walking around him and out his bedroom door. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, seeing my dad talking to Dylan’s dad before I walked outside and into the car, waiting to driven to the airport to fly back home to Florida.
Once I got home from the airport, my best friend came over and stayed with me for a few hours while I cried my eyes out.
“What happened?” she asked. “Did you guys break up?”
I nodded, sobbing into her shoulder. I couldn’t speak, or rather I didn’t want to. I didn’t trust my own voice.
My phone kept ringing while she was there, her telling me that it was Dylan. I just kept telling her to ignore it. He’ll text me if it’s that important.
~~~
To answer your question, no. I didn’t really date anyone after that. I mean, I was 18 when that happened. I wanted to focus on myself and getting into college, which I had no troubles with. I had transferred from UCLA to UF for theater, so it was no trouble at all.
Once I had done all four years and graduated at the age of 22, I was well on my way to becoming a tv/movie actress, something I’ve dreamt of since I was about 10 years old.
If you’re wondering about Dylan, yes. I’ve watched his films and every single episode of Teen Wolf. I had gone back to LA after graduating in hopes of finding some work, which I failed at. I was mostly with my dad on sets a lot, but the one that I loved being on was, ironically, Teen Wolf.
My dad still produced the show, and tried to keep me away from where Dylan would be filming. I may have called and left him a very angry voicemail once while I was high in college.
“Don’t do it,” Olivia said. “It’s not worth it.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, popping a chip into my mouth. “Of course it’s worth it.”
“Dude, you broke up with him,” Melody reminded.
“I know that,” I said. “But reports came out not long after that that he was already in another relationship. So, giving him a piece of my mind is something that needs to be done.”
Grabbing my phone off my bed, I quickly looked for Dylan’s number, tapping on it and bringing the phone up to my ear, getting his voicemail.
“Dylan, you’re very lucky I’m high as shit right now and I got your voicemail because I’ve got some choice words for you, buckaroo. One, getting into a new relationship right after we broke up? Not cool, bruh. Not cool. And with the girl that hates my fucking guts? You’re kidding, right? AHEM! Cleared my throat. Two-- what was my second point?-- OH YEAH!
“Two! Thank you for saying kind words about me in your interviews. I know shit’s been getting out about us not being together anymore, but who the fuck cares, right? I don’t. Nope… I just got really sad. Uhm-- I’m gonna go, and none of that was what I wanted to say. Uhm, I love you and wish you the best. Bye, Dylan.”
I hung up the phone and placed down on my bed, turning my head to look at my pillows. “I, uh, I’m getting sleepy,” I said, looking back to my college roommates. “I’m not in the mood for anything else tonight.”
“Okay, love,” Melody said. “We’ll go back to the living room.”
I nodded my head, grabbing my phone. I cried myself to sleep that night, looking at the pictures I still had on my phone of Dylan and I.
A piece of history that I just couldn’t erase.
~~~
It’s been almost three years since I left Dylan that voicemail. I didn’t really want to keep up with his career, I couldn’t help but do just that. I was at CitiField when he threw the first pitch while he was promoting American Assassin, a movie that made me fall back in love with him.
One of the very last times I remember seeing Dylan was at the LA premiere of Maze Runner: The Death Cure. I feel like if he were to have seen me, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself and just walk up to him and plant a big fat one on him. He looked damn good in that blue suit that night.
I’ve been told that with him being with Britt, though, that he never stopped loving me, never stopped being in love with me. Made me feel like shit.
Once word about their breakup hit the media, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad about it. Part of me blamed myself for them breaking up, but knowing I shouldn’t because I had nothing to do with that. She got what she wanted in the end; Dylan. She got Dylan, and I’m the one who had a broken heart for seven years.
Yes, I’ve been on dates since I broke up with him, but they just didn’t stick.
Breaking up with him all those years ago is something that I deeply regret doing. I wish I could take it back, but knowing that I probably won’t or can’t take it back made me regret it even more.
I still hung out with his friends that ended up becoming my friends when him and I were together. Granted, it was while he was off filming something, but still. During those times, one of his friends would come to my house and hang out with me so I wouldn’t be lonely. She was awesome.
I also still talked to Julia… a lot! We’d talk every day, if not every other day. She was still like a sister to me and I couldn’t have been more than grateful.
It seemed like since the night of The Death Cure premiere, Dylan and I were like magnets to each other; wherever I went, I saw him. But before he could see me, I would either duck behind someone I was with or turn around and run the other way. I did see him during Pride Month with his buzzcut. I swear it was like I woke up in 2010 seeing his hair that short again.
I had gotten a job offer to work with Jordan Peele on Weird City, but remembering I had seen something about Dylan getting a role for the YouTube series, I respectfully declined.
His friends had invited me to spend the weekend with them in Malibu for his and one of his friends birthdays, but again, I declined.
I couldn’t see him, I didn’t want to see him, and one of his friends had told me that it broke his heart to hear me say that.
Yeah, well, it broke my heart to leave the one person I was deeply in love with when I was 18.
~~~
It’s Christmas now, well, a few days before, actually. I was currently on the phone with my best friend back in my hometown.
“I’m serious, Amanda,” I said. “I got invited and so I went and now I regret it.”
She sighed on the other end. “(Y/N/N), don’t regret going. You said you had fun, you took some pics on the carpet and with that giant Bumblebee figure they had.”
“Yeah, I did have fun, I had a great time, but I saw him,” I said. “On the fucking carpet. I dodged out of view right as he turned his head in my direction-- fuck, where is it?”
“What are you looking for? What are you looking for?”
“This red sweater thing that has a quilt-y type pattern to it,” I said. “I bought it the other day when I was out with Dyl’s mom.”
It was quiet on the phone for a moment before I realized what I said. “I guess seeing him here and there’s bringing back memories.”
“And that’s okay,” she said. “He was your first love. You guys were together for a long time.”
“A-ha! Found it,” I said, setting my phone on the bed. Putting the sweater on, I continued with our conversation, “Anyway. I got invited to this Christmas party by a couple of Dylan’s friends. They said he wasn’t gonna be there, but I don’t believe them.”
“And you’re still gonna go?”
“Amanda, have you known me to not go to a Christmas party?” I deadpanned, picking my phone back up and heading into the bathroom. “Besides,--”
“And if he is there?”
I sighed. “Then I’ll be a big girl and deal with it. Even if I have to ignore him all night.”
“What if Britt’s there?”
“Nah, they broke up months ago. Hey, I’m gonna FaceTime you. I need your opinion on something.” I hit the FaceTime button, waiting for her to accept it before I grabbed two scarves off my counter. “Left or right?”
“Right.”
“Cool, ‘cause that’s the one I was gonna wear anyways.”
She chuckled, and we chatted for a little while longer while I did my hair and makeup. My hair was down and loose waves, and my makeup was pretty light weight and natural.
Once I put my boots, watch, and pearl stud earrings on, I was ready to go. I grabbed my scarf and made my way out of my house and into my car, driving to where the party was going to be held. I was a little late on a count of LA traffic, but all in all, I made it.
“Hey! You look great!” one of Dylan’s greeted, hugging me.
“Thanks,” I greeted back. “Traffic was a fucking nightmare.”
“I’m sure it was,” she chuckled. “Hey, listen--” she put her hand on my back, walking me further into the house. “I know we said that Dylan wasn’t going to be here tonight, but--”
“Y’all lied?” I said.
“How’d you know?”
“I saw his car outside. Plus, I may or may not have gotten a text from him saying he hoped to see me tonight-- hey! How are you?”
“Well, just don’t hate us for lying,” she said.
“I don’t yet,” I chuckled. “I could really use a drink, though.”
After going into the kitchen and retrieving my favorite wine, I walked back into the living room, and stopped dead in my tracks at hearing that laugh that I still fucking love to this day.
“Hey, (Y/N/N)!”
All eyes turned to me as I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, but a pair of whiskey eyes were locked with mine. I sheepishly smiled and ducked back into the kitchen, where I stayed most of the night.
“Let’s recreate some pictures!”
Everyone who agreed hollered, trying to rein everyone in the living for the photos. The boys did one of theirs from high school where they smiled super big. The girls, including me, did one of us just smiling at the camera.
The one I was dreading doing was the one where all the ‘couples’ posed together; the girls on the boys backs. I tried to back out, but was ultimately made to recreate the photo.
Yes, Dylan tried to talk to me. No, I didn’t really say anything back other than, “Let’s just take this stupid picture.”
Little did everyone know, I had that exact picture of just me and Dylan in my sock drawer, and still looked at it from time to time.
After the photo was taken, I walked back into the kitchen, leaning my hands on the counter and taking a few deep breaths.
“Hey.”
Picking my head up, I tried to will the tears away. “What do you want, Dyl?”
“Can’t we just talk?” he asked.
I scoffed. “About what?”
Feeling him behind me now, I turned my head over, seeing him in my peripherals. “Us,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you like fucking crazy.”
“Yeah, well, join the crowd,” I whispered back. I turned around just as he was backing up, and started my walk to the sliding glass doors to head outside, but once I got about halfway there his voice stopped me.
“You look amazing tonight,” he said, loud enough to where everyone in the room turned their heads to look at us, phones out.
I turned around and faced him, tears in my eyes. “So do you.”
Knowing exactly what was going to happen next, I raised my hands as soon as he got close enough and cupped his cheeks, our lips meeting.
With his hands on my waist, he pulled me closer to him, one of my hands going from his cheek to the back of his neck, playing with the hairs that sat there.
When the need to breathe came over the both of us, we pulled apart, pressing our foreheads together.
“God, I’ve missed that,” he whispered.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered back. “I didn’t want to end us, but I didn’t know what else--”
“It’s okay,” he said. “But let’s not talk about that right now. Right now, I just want to hold you, call you mine again.”
“I was already yours again the moment our eyes met a little bit ago,” I whispered. I looked at him as he gave that smirk that could kill if at all possible.
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