#Dylan O Brien Imagine

[kowbelll]

Maybe like a cuddle fluff where he’s laying on top of you and playing with your curls?

Wow, it's been a long time since I got this. I'm so incredibly sorry for the wait. I have no excuse other than falling into the rabbit hole of Sebastian Stan... So, yeah, I had no inspiration for anything else. Again, I'm so sorry. I hope this turned out ok...

P.S. This can apply to natural curls or heat curls, whichever works for whoever is reading :)

P.P.S. I just realized that I misread the request. Shit.

The Recoil

He was mesmerized, to say the least. He always had been. He'd stare at the back of her head as she walked in front of him, watching her luscious curls bounce with every step. He'd constantly be dying to touch them, and he'd try until his fingers were clutched to himself closely, rubbing the ache away after having them get whacked a few too many times. Apparently, some people don't like having their hair meddled with.

Thankfully, that's not the case for his girlfriend anymore. Now that they're happily dating, he gets to touch whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and he's made that very clear. She no longer minds Stiles' insistence because she is officially sure that it's out of affection, not annoyance.

The two snuggle up during any free time they can spare, and for as long as they can get away with, in countless positions and arrangements. They take turns spoiling the other with caresses, paying extra close attention to the other's hair and scalp (Stiles' favorites). There's a certain smirk that appears on his face when it's his turn to get his hands on the precious silk of hers.

Stiles lays on his back with his girlfriend's head placed gently on his chest, and their legs tangled. He brushes all the hair back and over her shoulders, away from her face. His eyes are focused but keep a delicate gaze. One by one, he lightly pulls on each spiral with his calloused fingertips until it extends to its full length, then lets go, watching it constrict again. His smile grows slowly in adoration, not noticing the confusion that grows on her face.

"Stiles...?" she asks softly.

"Hm?" He barely glances up to her face before he continues his attention on her hair, only halfway through her mane.

"What are you doing?"

"Just, you know. Enjoying the recoil."

She tilts her head back to look up at him. "The what?"

"Hey! You moved," he says, scowling.

"Yeah, thanks for noticing," she retorts. "What are you doing?"

His defensive words get a bit jumbled up and a heat spreads across his cheeks. "I'm just, you know. Right? The recoil. The hair, your hair, and the curliness, and the... you know? The recoil."

She can't hide the big, loving smile on her face as she keeps looking up at his.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he says, staring right back at her.

"You're very cute, Stiles."

"No." He practically glares at her. "No, I'm not. Absolutely not. Just, just put your head back the way it was and stop worrying about it, ok? Relax."

Stiles' girlfriend chuckles softly and does as he says, resting her eyes again and enjoying the gentle pull of his fingers. There's no point in teasing more than he can take.

Meanwhile, he can't contain the red heat which is traveling down his neck. Stiles doesn't understand and never will understand how she can make him react like this. Usually, he's easily able to keep a cold, sarcastic front, but not with her. Not with that smile. Not with those eyes. Not with her dreamy curls. And certainly not with her laying against him.

In the end, he's still smiling fondly, noticing her thumb that slipped underneath his shirt to brush across his waist. It's the little things that get to him most and drive him absolutely crazy for the love of his life.

[dylanking298]

Scary movie:

It was a scary movie night with Dylan my boyfriend and he had dared me to watch some of the most scariest movies he could think of. "So yn....Pennywise or Nightmare on elm street?" Dylan said while holding out the two dvds.

I gave him a cocky smirk. "You pick." Dylan smirked and chose Pennywise. I gulped because that was the movie that everyone said was extremely scary. And what made it worse was my striking fear of clowns. I always hated them ever since I was a kid, but I couldn't tell Dylan that or I'll never hear the end of it.

Dylan made popcorn and brought out a 6 pack of Pepsi and nachos. It looked delicious but I probably wouldn't be able to eat any of it during the movie. We relaxed on my couch with the lights off as the movie started. I took a deep breath and reassured myself that it wouldn't be that bad.

But I was wrong.

Jump scares left and right that made us both flinch and I was curled up in a ball shaking because of one scene in the movie. That deranged clown ate a kid!

I looked to see of Dylan was disturbed by it yet, but he was taking this as far as I was. Except I was losing miserably. "Hey Y/N? You okay babe?" I put on a brave smile. "Of course! How are you enjoying the movie?"

Dylan looked down at me smirking like he had caught onto my game. "How are you enjoying the movie?" I shook my head finally caving into the my fears. "I'm afraid of clowns."

Dylan paused the movie and looked on concerned. My face was pale, my palms were sweaty and my heart was practically beating out of my chest. "I'll stop it baby." Dylan said canceling the movie. "You okay?"

"Yeah.." My voice trailed trying to sound strong. Dylan came over and kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't know..."

"it's my fault too. I should have said something before hand." Dylan hugged me for a long time before pulling away. "Wanna watch something else to get your mind off things?" I nodded. "That would be nice." Dylan turned on another movie. 'The devil wears Prada.'

"I heard it's really good." Dylan said while making everything comfy for you. "How about I order us a pizza and for dinner? I'm starving."

I smiled. "I love that. Can you make mine with extra cheese on my side?"

"Of course baby. Of course."

[cogentranting]

.

[webslingingslasher]

except for spider-man (we all know she's obsessed w/ him), who would you say is trouble's celebrity crush? (only asking this bc im obsessed with timothee chalamet and i would trade anyone for him 😭, so it would be funny to imagine peter's reaction to that)

dylan o brien and i am so serious.

i imagine her showing him 'the first time' and telling peter 'i watched this four times a week when i was like, fifteen. i wanted his v card so bad, it's unfair.'

'sometimes we don't need to share all our thoughts.'

[blondie20000]

Possible hear me out?

Live action Tangled.

Rapunzel:

Meg Donnelly

Second choice?

Florence Pugh

Flynn Rider:

Fabien Frankel

Second choice?

Dylan O' Brien

Reasons.

Meg:

There's this video of Meg when she auditioned for Zombies and omg she gave off such Raphnzel energy. Link is below if you want to check it. Also this would be a big career opportunity for Meg like it was for Halle Baliey in The Little Mermaid. Sometimes the least known actors and actress are the best choices!

Florence

I mentioned Florence because I know she's a popular fan casting and yes I'll admit she does resemble Rapunzel however at this point I don't really see it I can't imagine her as a innocent 18 year old Princess.

But then...I did see a clip of Little Women where she played like a 12 year old? Florence looked so cute in that scene. "I'm Amy." 🥺 so who knows maybe Florence might surprise me and of course I will watch it if she is Rapunzel because I love Florence.

Fabien

Fabien I've seen the fan casts the comparisons of how similar he and Flynn look and I agree they look similar.

I mean look at him.

He can so do the smoulder 😏 again my point on least known actors. I didn't know Jonah until The Little Mermaid and I absolutely adored him as Eric. 💜💜

Dylan

Dylan I see as more of an underrated choice. I think he could channel the sass and humour of Flynn. If you ever watched Teen Wolf you would know what I mean. Dylan is great with action as well and emotional drama. He is a versatile actor.

I can just picture him bickering with Pascal. Lol

[mithliya]

wait wwhat i dont have any real ones bc lesbanse but what about fake male celeb crushes Like. Random men you chose to pretend to think of as hot for seeming straight purposds 😭😭

I think i chose:

francisco lachowski (i find him so hideous with his beard.... and I remember being grossed oht when i went to look at shirtless pictures of him as part of the act. Literally liks "yess... im suuuch a man liking girl. Not at all a lesbian..EW YCUCK! put your SHIRT bback on!!!" Im actually so confused thinking back to it. Why did i do these things)

I forgot my reason for picking him but it mightv been from searching "most attractive man. male models."

Dylan o brien because Cindy Kimberly was obsessed with him and i was obsessed with her for a short period of time (not even as much as a crush though shes very beautiful but bc i wanted to look like her because... face dysmorphia) i always thought dylan was so hilariously stupid looking but i was liek "heyy we should watch teen wolf for the totaly sexyyy dylan o brien.. 😏" to my best friend at the time

Ezra miller (I KNOW) because my friend was obsessed with ezra miller, i made my phone background him while finding him so ugly, because my friend was like hes sooo cute lets watch every movie of his. This was before the... all of it. But still deranged 😭😭 id watch edits of him from the movie where hes a school shooter and just look like 😶 🤨 while the comments are saying how hot he is!!

And finally like 3 yrs ago, "Wilbur Soot" the mcyt guy.... yeah. Guess why? Bcc a friend was obsessed wwith him 😭😭😭😭

Consistently being a little liar, woohoo🎉

okay so like. i can see why women might find him attractive. i feel completely neutral about his appearance which i guess is a good sign? i dont know… but he looks symmetrical so good for him. also when googling him a shirtless pic popped up and i had the same reaction as u 😭truly idk what the appeal is when it comes to men’s bodies. theyre lacking boobies which looks wrong and shaped weird…

absolutely horrendous. basically all his featured combined together are wrong. he reminds me of a monkey a little idk why.

i had to google “ezra miller hot” just to find a semi-decent picture of him… and still what came up was meh at best. he looks like a semi-decent looking eastern european-ish man. his nose looks wrong and his eyes are very far apart but i imagine women with his exact features would be beautiful. also his jaw is like that one guy on tiktok

and the last guy…

hes okay… i guess… but i saw pics of him not smiling and he looks very ugly in them. he looks alright when hes smiling. i hate his vibe tho…. hes suspicious

[ivycovehq]

welcome to ivy cove, aurora! we can’t wait to meet stiles stilinski. please make sure you read through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours

(Aurora ) woah! was that  STILES STILINSKI  walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from TEEN WOLF. they’re 22 and live in RADIAN HILLS but watch out because they can be SARCASTIC & STUBBORN but are actually BRAVE + LOYAL despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of JEEP HEADLIGHTS, CRIME BOARD PHOTOGRAPHS AND STRINGS, LACROSSE JERSEY, BASEBALL BATS  when imagining them. / dylan o brien , he/him

”

[kowbelll]

Hi,

First of all, I love your work! 😍

Aaaand can I ask for some (over)protective/ jealous Stiles, preferably at a party...maybe he sees someone flirting with y/n...or at school maybe and he gets touchy 🥺❤️

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Hey! I apologize for taking so long to answer, but life has been absolutely wild lately. But, thank you very much for the request and the love! I twisted it a little bit, making his paranoia the cause of his jealousy instead of someone else... I hope that's ok and I hope you like it! :)

Fiasco

Saying that Stiles wasn't thrilled to be at some random freshman lacrosse kid's party on a Friday night instead of being snuggled up on the couch with his girlfriend and ignoring a lame movie to make out was an understatement. He didn't even know what the kid's name was and he didn't care. The pipsqueak barely made the team anyway, it was doubtful that he was any better than Stiles (which was kind of an ego boost). But alas, there he was, walking into an unfamiliar house behind his group of friends, tightly clutching his girlfriend's hand in hopes of relieving his grumpy mood.

Unfortunately for him, this method failed as his anchor was swept away to the kitchen with Malia and Kira. He sighed defeatedly as he plopped himself down on the couch next to some imbecile who was wearing a scarf, and no, surprisingly, it wasn't Isaac.

All he wanted to do was go home and lock himself in a room with the love of his life. She always made everything feel better because she always knew what to do to make that happen. It's like she had his brain in the palm of her hand, all to herself to read and understand completely and thoroughly - she knew him better than anyone, including himself. So yes, he wished that she could magically heal his grouchiness and clear his mind of all the shit that was going on in his life, preferably immediately.

However, when his scowling gaze met her figure in the living room again and he saw the look of enjoyment on her face, disbelief struck him. He wondered how in hell she could be having fun right now, with these losers, wannabes, and tryhards, thus dragging his mood to deeper depths of negativity.

He watched every movement she made: step, shift, glance, smile, laugh, sway, sip, turn, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera... But then his focus shifted to the people around his girlfriend. He narrowed his eyes as he observed drifting eyes, brushing hands, and hungry smirks.

His emotions swirled and bubbled inside him until they became a jealous and protective boil - one he could not contain.

Stiles stood up suddenly, charging towards his other half with a look of rage. He harshly grabbed the forearm of one of his adversaries and glowered at the boy as he scolded, "If you put your disgusting, perverted hand on her, I swear to God, I will chop your fucking hand off and shove it up your fucking-"

"Stiles!"

Like a bright ray of sunshine breaking through a wall of charcoal storm clouds, her voice broke through his haze of fury, retrieving his sanity. He looked at her and her disbelief, then blinked a few times and glanced around. That's when he realized he realized whose arm he was gripping: it was Ethan's, who looked like he was about to laugh in Stiles' face. He released Ethan and then saw Scott, Kira, Malia, Danny, Boyd, and Isaac, all staring right back at him.

Stiles' cheeks quickly darkened to a crimson and his whole body heated up, feeling incredibly stupid for losing his mind like that. He silently cursed himself, trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

His girlfriend, being the amazing woman she was, acted quickly when she saw Stiles' return to reality and the shame on his face. She took his hand and hastily led him outside, weaving through all the teenagers to reach the front door.

"What the hell is going on with you?" she asked worriedly, facing him on the driveway.

He stuttered, unable to ignore the lingering feeling of jealousy roaming through him, "I, well, I... I don't know, I just..." He let out a breath and looked down in an attempt to form a coherent sentence, looking up at her again after a short moment. "I don't want to be here. I want to be in my house with you, alone and away from everyone and everything."

"So, you flipped out instead of asking me to go home with you...?" she spoke, confused.

Stiles bit his lip, hesitating, before he continued, "No, I flipped out because I was jealous."

She smiled and raised her eyebrows with amusement. "You were jealous of Ethan? The guy who is dating Danny, another guy? The Ethan who is very gay and very uninterested in girls?"

"No!" he said, glaring at her, "I was jealous of how much fun you were having and how happy you looked..."

His girlfriend's smile softened and turned sympathetic.

"Well, and," he continued, "all the touching, and the looks, and the creepy smirks, and the rubbing, and the staring. I didn't like that either."

"What are you talking about?" She was suddenly filled with confusion again. "There was no touching, or rubbing, or creepiness, or staring."

Stiles' eyebrows furrowed as he replayed the earlier events in his head. He wasn't hallucinating, he knew what he saw. Or did he...?

"Stiles, seriously, what is going on with you? These are our friends. There's nothing to be jealous of," she said, getting his attention again.

"But I thought... Oh my God, I'm a mess." He ran his hands over his face. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but every little thing just pissed me off more and more, and then my grumpy mood turned into a wild rage, and then a whole fiasco. I'm a fiasco."

She softly smiled at him and cupped his face with her hands. "You are not a fiasco. But if you were in a bad mood, why didn't you just say so? We could've just stayed home and watched some lame movie instead."

Stiles' heart just about melted. He looked at her with all the love he had for her before pulling her closer by her hips and pressing his lips to hers.

"I'm sorry for imagining things and getting jealous. I'll definitely let you know about my bad mood before we go to another party," he said quietly, then gave her another peck.

"Thank you," her smile grew as she looked up at him, "but just so you know, I still love your imagination, even if it makes you do some questionable things."

He chuckled awkwardly as he spoke, "Yeah, I should probably go apologize to Ethan too..."

"Yep!"

[dylanking298]

Sick day:

You woke up to one of the most painful headaches ever along with a fever of 100.3. You had a fever dream the other night and this morning when you woke up, sweat drenched your sheets and body. "Good morning yn." Your husband Dylan called from around the corner of your shared bedroom. He popped his head in cheerfully but his smile dropped once he saw your pale skin with dark pink circles under your eyes. Not to mention the heat that was basically pouring out of you.

"Yn do you feel okay?" You shook your head too weak to speak. Dylan laid the back of his hand over your forehead before yaning back at the intense heat that of your fever. "Yn you're burning up!" He felt your cheeks before running to the bathroom and pouring you some medicine. "Come on yn sit up and drink this." You hesitantly sat up not wanting to drink the medicine. You whined like a child not wanting to drink the medicine that was in front of you.

"Come on baby, you'll feel so much better." Dylan pleaded. You took a big breath and gulped down the medicine that didn't taste so bad after all. Dylan kissed your forehead. "Yn I'm gonna make you some hot tea with chicken soup. You just rest." You smiled weakly and laid back down before mouthing a small "thank you". Dylan tucked the cover around you, that you immediately kicked off because it was too hot. But your husband insisted. "I know honey but your body actually needs the covers because it's fighting off a serious virus."

"But dylan I'm so hot, I feel like i'm in a sauna." You whined a little. Dylan left the covers down a little for your arms to feel the cold air. He went downstairs and the sounds of the pot being taken out from the cabinet and placed on to the stove said to you that Dylan was now cooking. You fell asleep for what felt like hours, until the hiss of the tea kettle woke you up. "Hey baby, I have your lunch ready."

Dylan had a smorgasbord which he placed on the bed to the side as you sat up. "Thanks honey." You said groggily. Dylan kissed your cheeks as a "your welcome" and left the room so you could eat in peace. You turned on the TV and started eating your lunch. The chicken soup was off the charts seeing how it Dylan got the recipe from his mother. You were just finishing off your tea when Dylan popped back into the room. "Is there anything you need?" You shook your head, but Dylan kissed you anyway. "My poor baby, wasting away in this sickness." Dylan joked a little.

He was thoughtful enough to sit with you until you fell asleep in his arms. He tucked you back in and kissed the crown of your forehead. "Get better yn."

[fitzells]

stiles and “street-light”

it’s cheesy! it’s short! it’s off topic! it’s unedited! it was written on tumblr mobile by an idiot who should be doing her irish homework because it’s ten o’clock at night! but i love stiles and i frickin adore kenz so here it is!!!!!!

“You’re so pretty.” He hums, tucking the loose hair behind your ears and cupping your jaw in his calloused hands.

Your cheeks are burning, and your gleaming eyes avert his lovesick gaze as he beams at you. Beneath the flickering orange hue of the street lights, he glows. Truly. So much so that it irritates you a little bit.

Besotted. Enamoured. Infatuated. Beguiled. There’s not a single word in the English language that could convey what you felt for him. So, despite your better judgement, your eyes lock with his twinkling ones, and you grin. Bright and lovestruck.

His warm hands caress the sides of your neck, smoothing up and down the flesh slowly; making you want to melt into one of the tiny puddles littering the cement beneath you. You breathe, unsteady and unsure; and then you say it. “I love you. A lot. So much.”

It’s his turn to smile, and it’s elated and cheery; you want to say it again, you’ll say it at the start of every sentence as long as he keeps looking at you like this.

“She loves me. You love me.”

You pout petulantly, a groan of pure humiliation and displeasure tumbling past your lips. “Forget it. I take it back.”

“No way! You can’t take it back. You’ve told me now, it’s a done deal.” His arm wraps around your shoulders as he walks you back to his jeep, and you curl into his flannel clad torso; linking your fingers through the hand dangling from your shoulder.

For once, it’s quiet. It’s calm. There’s no supernatural creatures trying to murder you (that you know of), no cold cases to crack or trigonometry homework to do. For once, you can breathe. He presses a kiss to your temple, pulling away to open his car door. This takes him a little while, Roscoe isn’t known for being easy to manage. Once the car door is wedged open open and you’re both inside, he speeds off.

You check the time. 10:14. You told your mum you’d be home by eleven. You have time.

“Hey, baby?”

You hum serenely, you love when he calls you that.

“I love you more.”

[fluffyhairedkian]

Let Me Know x

Hii yall I was wondering if I started writing imagines on here, would you guys be interested in reading them? I’ll put up a format for how to submit requests and I’ll write for whoever you want me to write for and stuff.

I’ll usually probably write about Neymar Jr, Mason Mount, Paulo Dybala, Tom Holland, Dylan O’ Brien and One Direction (solo) but I could also write about the people I get requests for.

If I start this, would you guys be interested? Let me know :) x

[forteafy]

♡ Ship for @prasygold & Stiles Stinlinski ♡

♡ How you met...

It all began when you came to Beacon Hills High School for what was meant to be a brief time. Your mother had been sent to the Police Department to cover for a missing Deputy, and of course you came along with her. The morning in question had been when you walked into the hallway of the school, shy and scribbling in one of your notebooks. Stiles had been standing a few meters down, and had looked up in a passing moment when he caught sight of you. And just like that, cupid came seeping through his heart, and the kid had never looked back.

♡ First Kiss...

It was...unexpected to say the least. He had been literally slumped over a desk the moment you had walked into school, causing a smile on your face. Over the past few weeks, you and him had grown closer, sitting together in lessons, Stiles giving you a lift to go and meet your mother and his dad, even to the time where he had grabbed your hand once seeing Scott storm up to him. You had arrived in front of the freckled boy, a coffee in one hand and a pastry in the other. After a light cough from you, and a overreacting gasp from him, he had lept up and pressed his lips to yours, catching you completely and utterly off guard, before taking the drink and pastry out your hand.

Safe to say, you were both left pretty gobsmacked...

♡PDA...

Oh man, Stiles and PDA go hand in hand. All he wants is to show the world that you are his. That he can get someone as good as can Scott or Derek. No. Better. Therefore, be prepared for constant hand holding, cuddles, even as much as the time he picked you up and carried you to class, simply because you said you were ‘a little tired.’

♡Nicknames...

His to you: Angel. Because he loves to drag it out, and refers to the day you walked through the corridor as ‘His guardian Angel, coming to save him.’

You to him: Honey. He’s sweet, and the first time you called him that, he bubbled all over. He made you say it about 200 times that afternoon.

♡How much he loves you...

Like nothing else. There’s not enough Wolves or Dread Doctor’s can keep him away from you. He loves you with the same strength that Noah loved Claudia, but he wants you to stay by his side. Always. 

[sweet-pea-channie]

Wind in my hair - Dylan O’Brien Series (Part 8)

Part 8: True, hard reality

Author: @herscrunchiehairtie

Summary: Y/N and Dylan are enjoying the evening at his place and while they sit in his backyard Dylan reveals his feeling for her. 

Warnings: K-I-S-S-I-N-G, some fluff, some more fluff

Want to be tagged? Send me a message :)

Part 1 - Part 7 - Part 9 - Series Overview - Masterlist

12th June 2018

Weeks passed by, you had received another chemo just a few days ago. You were feeling better than ever. Your doctors were surprised that the therapy was working just fine for you. Seemed like you were the perfect guinea pig.

Dylan had to leave three days after you took him in, work was calling. You were doing better and could stay on your own. He was the perfect nurse, he cooked dinner for both of you every day, went grocery shopping and he even finished your laundry that Andrew put in the washing machine. You wanted to help him, but he wouldn’t let you.

You watched your favorite series most of the time. Even though it was quite warm outside, you stayed in, sharing a blanket together on your couch. With his arms wrapped around you, you had your back leaned against him, not realizing that he was watching you the whole time instead of the TV.

He couldn’t get the kiss out of his head, the first kiss that you shared and it wasn’t the only one you shared after that. You shared a few kisses here and there but it was never developing into something more, no make-out sessions on your couch. Every time, you tilted your head back, looking at the gorgeous man, he placed a kiss on your forehead, your eyes closing each time.

There was this moment; Dylan was cooking dinner with music playing in the background. You sneaked your arms around his waist, intertwining your fingers in front of him. Dylan put the wooden spoon aside and turned around, your arms stills holding onto him. He grabbed your face and placed a lingering kiss on your lips, pulling away too soon for your liking. You whined and pouted your lips, asking for another kiss. Dylan smiled, shaking his head at you. He couldn’t believe that you were feeling the same.

“Give me this dance and you get another kiss,” he whispered in your ear, holding his hand out for you to take. You took it immediately and followed him to your living room. He put one hand on your lower back, the other one holding onto your hip. You put your hands on his shoulders, your body pressed against his. He was swaying to the music, from the left to the right. He never broke your eye contact; he couldn’t get enough of you.

The music changed and Dylan grabbed one of your hands, swirling you around one and then two times until you put your hands on his chest, getting on your tip toes to be on his level. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight. He closed his eyes, leaning in and put his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing the short hair on the back of his head.

Dylan had to leave before you two talked about your real feelings for each other. There was no right timing to talk about it. The only time he mentioned something was over text, saying that he wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.

You invited him over one time, but before he could arrive at your place, your grandma came barging in, so you had to eat lunch with her and Dylan. There was no time to talk about the two of you. It felt like you were not destined to be together, like everything was trying its best to keep you separated. But not today, not today.

Dylan texted you yesterday, asking if you wanted to hang out with him today. Of course, you said yes. Maybe this would be the right time.

You got ready around 1pm, heading outside to wait for Dylan. He was picking you up, as always. Even though you lived all across town in South Gate, he took his time to pick you up.

His black Audi stopped in front of your complex and you rushed down the path to get into his car. You opened the door and hopped in, kissing him on his cheek before you shut the door and put on your seat belt. Dylan smiled and waited until you were ready to go before he rushed down the streets of LA.

“So, did you finish the project you told me about or is it still going on?” you asked him to break the silence. You turned in your seat to get a better look at him. His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the road.

“Yup, all done,” he replied, popping the p. “Maybe, if you’re being nice to me today, I might give you a hint.”

“Alright, I’ll try my best,” you let out a laugh. “Anything planned for today? I mean, for dinner? Are you taking me out or are we staying in and cook something on our own?”

“You want me to take you out?”

“Nah, I’m not feeling like going out today. Maybe we can cook the recipe I showed you the other day, you know the one with the broccoli rice and shrimps,” you suggested.

Dylan looked at you for a quick moment, lifting his eyebrows. “You want to eat low-carb? Really? I never thought you were that type of girl.”

“I’m not, but the picture looked so delicious,” you explained and pouted your lips, hoping that your puppy eyes were helping you. Dylan rolled his eyes. Without looking at you, he knew exactly what you were doing right now. “Don’t give me the puppy eyes! But yes, we can cook it, if you want. I’m open for everything.”

You waited for Dylan to open the front door to his house while you were leaning against the door frame, staring at the brown haired young man. He fumbled with the keys until he found the right one and unlocked the door. He held the door open for you and followed you inside, locking the door behind him after he shut it.

You got rid of your shoes immediately and you were long gone to his living room area, staring out the big windows to see the pool in front of the gorgeous view.

“You wanna drink something?” his voice snapped you back to reality. You turned your head to get a better look and smiled at him while you nodded your head. “That fancy water of yours would be so great.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and grabbed a glass for you, filling it with tab water. It was a while ago, when Dylan offered you a glass of fancy water, saying that it was so special, no normal human being could afford it. Of course, it was a joke, it was just plain old tab water. Taking the glass of water from him, he put his right arm around your lower back and tugged you closer.

“God, I love it here,” you mumbled while you were sipping on your glass. You didn’t notice that Dylan was staring down at you the whole time, admiring the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He didn’t know when or how, but he knew for sure that he was falling you hard.

“I hope you packed your bathing suit,” he said out of nowhere. You looked up to him and caught him staring down at you, his eyes were clued to yours. “It’s your lucky day, O’Brien,” you laughed and walked away from him. Putting your glass of water on the kitchen counter, you grabbed your bag and dig through it until you found your red and white bathing suit.

“Come on, let’s get dressed then.”

“Like right now?” you asked him. He nodded and told you to get ready while he made sure that it was all cozy outside. He was already in his swim trunks; he had forgone to put on jeans when he was picking you up.

When you joined him in the backyard, he was already knees deep in his pool, his arms spread wide open. You smiled and walked to the edge across from Dylan, sitting down. Slowly, you put your feet in the water until it reached your calves and then your knees. Dylan sighed and jumped head first in the water, diving his way to you. He reached the surface right in front of you and his arms found the perfect space of your thighs. You gasped when the cold water hit your thighs and you tried to push Dylan off you, but he held on your ankles until you were about to fall into the water.

You screamed and kicked with your feet until Dylan let go of your ankles. He dove under water and jumped back up, immediately, spiting a mouthful of water in your direction.

“Dylan!” you whined when the cold liquid met your stomach.

“Come on, it’s not that cold,” Dylan said and swam back to you. With your legs on either side, he rested in-between them and put his head on your left thigh, his wet hair tingled your skin.

“Well, I like it out here,” you replied and winked at him. He rolled his eyes and sneaked his arms around your hip, intertwining his fingers behind your back. It took you a while until you realized that he was slowly pulling you with him into the water and before you could react, your bum was already over the edge and your head was under water.

With your legs around Dylan’s waist, he pushed you back up and shook his hair, the droplets met your face. “You psycho,” you laughed and wiped the remaining water of your face.  

“Sweet but a psycho,” Dylan joined your laughter. You hit his shoulder and rolled your eyes, untangling your legs from his body and swam away from him where you could touch the ground. You weren’t that much shorter, but the few inches were enough for him to reach the ground where he was standing.

Time was passing by rather quickly and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen, preparing your dinner. Dylan helped you to cut the vegetables and handed you everything that you were asking for, like salt and pepper.

It felt so normal, being around each other. Dylan couldn’t take his hands off you most of the time. He tickled you, made sure to place plenty of kisses along your shoulders and back, and wrapped his arms around you to stir. You couldn’t complain, it was nice having him so close to you.

Dylan felt so free when he was spending time with you, that it scared him. He knew that he had to make you his, so he wouldn’t overthink your relationship. He had to make you his, before someone else would take you away from him. Today was the perfect day to confess his feelings, it couldn’t get better.

You took the last spoon of your rice before you placed the empty plate on the coffee table in front of you. Dylan was long done, a glass of red wine in his hand. He reached for your glass and gave it to you. Thanking him, you took a sip and closed your eyes for a while before you reopened them and admired the sunset in front of you.

“Come here,” Dylan said motioned for you to sit closer next to him. With your glass still in your hand, you scooted over and leaned yourself against his side. Dylan placed his left arm around your shoulders and tugged you closer.

It was silent, no awkward silence. You were both enjoying the colors of orange and purple that were mixing to a beautiful piece of art up in the sky. No words were needed. That’s what you thought. The soft music in the background that was playing from Dylan’s speakers inside were enough.

But Dylan couldn’t concentrate, all he could think about was you, the perfect girl he held in his arms. He knew that time was running, so he took his chance and said, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Your head spun around, your eyes wide opened with your lips slightly parted. The glass of red wine found its way to the table, you couldn’t hold it any longer. You couldn’t process what he just said, a mixture of shock and relief flowed through your veins. “I’m sorry, what? I think I heard you saying that-“

“I’m falling in love with you, yeah.”

“Dylan, I-“

“Please, just hear me out okay?” he asked and waited for you to nod, before he grabbed your feet and pulled your legs over his lap. “I know that you are scared of commitment and relationships and everything that comes with it. But you don’t have to. I know you’re scared that you might not make it to your 30’s, that you’ll leave sooner than you think, but I don’t care. All I care about is you. I want to make you happy, I want to make you laugh, see the perfect smile of yours, the way your eyes shine when I say something stupid again. I can’t stop thinking about the kisses we shared and I’m scared that every time we kiss, it might be the last one because I just can’t man up and tell you how I feel and sooner or later you might find someone else who can be a better man than me. I just… I don’t want to be without you anymore. And we can take things slow, there’s no need to rush. I just want to put a damn label on it before someone else does.”

“There is no one else,” you mumbled and grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. Dylan kissed you back immediately, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you on his lap and deepened the kiss while you played with the soft ends of his hair at the back of his neck. His tongue brushed your upper lip; a soft moan escaped your mouth and Dylan took the chance to slip his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth. You couldn’t process what was happening, you were too deep in the kiss until Dylan put his hands on your lower back, swooping you on your back. He hovered over you, his hands on either side of your face to hold him up so he wouldn’t crush you.

Eventually, you had to pull away, the need of oxygen getting too much. You were panting with your eyes still closed. Dylan had to catch his breath as well; it was quite a while ago when he kissed someone like that. You finally opened your eyes and met his brown orbs, a smile that was so big, it reached from his left to his right ear. “So is this a yes?”

“Yeah, let’s go for it.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Noise Complaint

Stiles Stilinski Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Navigation

Summary: Keeping multiple hormone enraged students in a motel for a night wasn’t going to end well for anyone, except them

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader, mentioned Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Warnings: 18+ minors dni if you do then I take no responsibility, smut, strip tease, protected sex, vaginal penetration, and a noise complaint

The motel room was exactly what you had expected, shabby rather than chic, and despite the low expectations that you had initially had, you couldn't help but pout; a part of you was more lenient to sleep on the school bus instead of these already combusted mattresses that were dressed in the most hideous sheets that you had ever laid your eyes on. But you supposed that this was the punishment that you had earned yourself by tagging along with Lydia and Allison; it hadn't quite been a fool proof plan, more so considering that it hadn't taken Stiles long to realise that you three were in the vehicle behind them. The room that you had been given the key to was a single, and it haunted and disgusted you as he said that you were to be sleeping in this horror setting alone; no Stiles he had meant.

It wasn't justified fairness, you'd even argue that it commended against your human rights. But old Bobby enjoyed to make everyone suffer, and that was the type of pain that you were undergoing as you dealt with the separation that - hold that thought, a notification sprang from the speaker of your phone, and as you read the iMessage that bombarded your lock screen, excitement coursed through your veins. Open up, it said, and giddily you hurried to the door, instantly obliging to what the message had said. On the other side stood Stiles who didn't waste a moment before he pushed the both of you back into the room, being quick to ensure that nobody saw the both of you blatantly disobeying the rules. To be honest you didn't know what Finstock had expected, bringing well over a handful of hormonal teenagers to stay at a dingy motel overnight couldn't possibly respect the restrictions of chastity; nobody was going to listen, including Stiles and yourself.

"Let me guess, you couldn't sleep?" You crawled onto the bed after your boyfriend who had gone up the length of the mattress to rest his head upon the flat pillows that had been provided, weaving yourself beneath his arm and dancing your fingers across his chest. "You're still worried about Scott, aren't you?" The scratch that the alpha had left on him was nasty, and went further than surface deep. His worry towards his best friend was understandable, you were concerned too. Stiles hummed in reply, combing his long fingers through your hair, his body shifting as he found it quire difficult to go on considering everything that was going on.

"He's gone to see Allison now." Stiles revealed, it was no doubt that if Scott had remained in their room that he'd have stayed too. They weren't just best friends, they were brothers and that bond would always be his first priority, you had never met anybody as loyal as Stiles Stilinski. "But I could use a distraction from all the sacrifices and alphas and whatever else is going to happen." He rambled, his hands tossing about a little as he spoke, and you found the action rather adorable, he was always very expressive as he spoke, in fact the two of you had met first day of freshman year by him whipping you around the face with his flying hands, and it had been rather hard to forget him since you had a black eye for the rest of the week.

"I've got the perfect thing in mind." You informed him, coercing him to grumble as you got up, searching for your phone and scrolling on it until you came across the playlist that you had created for a moment like this. 'Hands to myself' began to play, perking Stiles up as he watched you stand by the end of the bed, dragging your own hands up your body, prompting him to lick his lips that were feeling rather dry. He sat upright as you slowly peeled the shirt up to reveal your bare skin until you were dressed in nothing more than your bra and shorts and walking closer to Stiles. The music was quite loud, drowning out any sounds of Stiles' laboured breaths that he was trying to control, it made you feel strong seeing the affect that you had upon him, and only served to encourage you more to act more deviously. Your thumbs tucked into the elastic band of your shorts, toying with them, the sight alone had the poor yet lucky boy before you feel lightheaded.

The first time that you had actually performed a strip tease for Stiles, he had literally fainted; looking back on that time was quite funny, more so since you had been sworn to secrecy by the victim himself when he groggily came back to consciousness. But it had become the faintest memory in Stiles' head as your shorts piled around your feet, he couldn't help but lean forwards, his eyes delicately tracing the sultry edges of your underwear. Drool began to seep out from the corner of his mouth whence you played with the frills that decorated your panties, hips still swaying as your hand that was not dancing along the front of your left thigh was swimming in your hair as your tongue deliciously ran across your teeth.

"You're so hot." Stiles murmured, his leg began to jitter against the ground as his body endured the rush of desire. "Come here baby, need you." Sweetly you tip toed over to him and placed your hands onto his shoulders, taking a seat of placement upon his aroused lap, feeling his hard cock through the layers of material which separated each of the parts of your bodies that hungered to unite in a rouse of passion. The music faded away from your sense whilst his eyes ravenously scaled up your bare torso, his hands were starved as they refused to miss an opportunity to touch any skin on your body that they possibly could - no doubt he was struggling to keep his hands to himself.

You didn't mind in the slightest as you fiddled with the straps on your loose shoulders, reaching behind you Stiles disconnected the clasps on the back of your bra, to which obeyed his command by dropping the garment between your bodies, only serving to build misdemeanour tension within the room. Both of your hands ravelled in his dark locks that he had allowed to grow out not so long ago as he threw your bra to the floor, raising his large and desirable palms to cup both your breasts, becoming vastly more turned on by feeling the natural weight in his grip. Leaning down, you hungrily joined your lips in a sloppily paced kiss which remained elongated in time for a while, your bodies rutting in unison to build up pressure to which was called pleasure. Thank god for Scott for not being over Allison, otherwise this event would never have fitted the occasion!

Soon the rest of your and his clothes were scattered around the room like an image from a spot the difference game, though if it were a then it'd have definitely have been R-rated as the pair of you were completely in the nude, Stiles now atop of you and teasing his cock head upon your sweet clit. He ran his tip up and down your slit, collecting wetness, the notion alone causing you to drop your head back into the pillow supporting you as your eyes deliriously fluttered closed. But they fixated open no more than a minute later as a disastrous thought bombarded your mind, leading you to tightly grip your boyfriend’s forearms and dig your nails a little into his flesh, all to refrain him from going further for a moment. “Do you have a condom?” He blinked multiple times before springing into action.

Despite it resulting in you and him groaning simultaneously, he stir up so that he could rummage through his belongings until he found one. Once he did he wasted no more time and instead put the contraceptive method onto his length and resumed his previous position. Your legs twitched and coiled around him as he began to push into your walls, his right hand roughly grabbing the back of your thigh to bring some pain upon your body to mix with the exonerating pleasure that shuttled through it. The collaboration of your bodies was heaven with the bitterness of hell that raked through them via the bruising grip below your ass, the passion transcended into the clouds from aggressive and hungry flames, creating a breathless hue to burn beneath your flesh. Each breath that pardoned out from Stiles' panting lips scorned your skin, he was desperate for release and was feeling close, his quickening thrusts only made the endurance of your orgasm slacken as everything around you felt as though it was crashing down.

There was a storm within the room, the lightning struck above both of you in the form of a bulb with faulty wire as the thunder resonated in pounding, which you could not register as such, against the door to the motel room. The music that you had earlier put on acted as a soundtrack to the scene, and your sounds of ecstasy dwindled down into as you reached the climax to the intimate story that you had shared with Stiles. "Stilinski! Y/l/n! Open up but only if you're decent." The level of the music was still loud and therefore you hoped that the lyrics of Ariana Grande and other artists that had recently performed on your playlist had masked your moans of synchronised pleasure but you knew that that specific hope was far too good to be true.

And so you and Stiles scrambled to cover yourselves and answer the door as Finstock began to rampantly knock again. He was like a flu that you couldn't get rid of, and it was no surprise to when you eventually opened up the door it looked as though he had caught a fever. It was a blessing to his ears that the variety of sounds had ceased including those that had exhumed from your phone that was now somewhere on the floor. "The two of you are one of the reasons that I drink." Bobby defeatedly spoke, waving his finger like a madman to which it was already believable prior that he was one. You cocked your head waiting for him to scold the of you more however Stiles had already beaten him to it, silencing him with his natural wit in the moment. "In my defence I am only here because I felt lonely, nobody else is in my room." He practically dubbed Scott in the trouble, but you also knew that Stiles had the intention of having someone check up on his best friend and so he was using Bobby as the surrogate to do so.

Coach's face crinkled, this was more work than he was cut out for, and he wasn't enjoying a moment of it. At least he didn't have to worry about Greenberg as he strongly doubted that he had the moved to get into such a compromising position with any other example of the human species, he'd just be yelled at because he was annoying and an absolute kiss ass all whilst being terrible at lacrosse. "Wait, where is McCall?" He was slowly putting the pieces together... if there was another noise complaint then he'd be at fault since he was the adult, and so he rushed off in hopes of not having to succumb to responsibility. The opportunity arose to shut the door and so you took it, and Stiles dropped his head in relief as he hurriedly began to remove his jeans again. "Oh thank god." He sighed when he dropped them and you laughed when you realised that it was not his intent to continue what you were doing beforehand but instead the condom the condom that he had forgone and forgotten to remove in the rush of things.

[laheysdork]

“Part of growing up is realizing you learn to love so many people. It's about forming those relationships and finding what will last forever.”

HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY DYLAN O’BRIEN!

[statticscribbles]

Kidnap

Summary: Mitch Rapp/Reader Reader is Kidnapped and Mitch find a way to get her back

”Y/N? You awake?” You open your eyes to see Mitch hovering over you, you sit up a little but before you can there’s just red clouding your vision.

“What’s this?”

“Roses, it’s our three year anniversary so I wanted to do something special for you!”

“Mitch, that’s not for three more days!”

“Exactly, so I’m going to spoil you silly for the next three days!”

“It’s only three years, that’s not as big as the first year or the fifth one!” You try to counter but he just grins at you.

You stomach flips, you know this isn’t part of Mitch’s anniversary plan and you wonder just what’s going to happen. The fabric around your face is scratchy and you wonder if it’ll leave red marks on your face when they take it off. You don’t think about it never coming off, about Mitch never finding you.

They’re talking, voices low and unintelligible but you’re certain that’s because they’re in a different room, not because they’ve actually hurt you. The group, you assume it’s more than two people with how many different voices you can hear; are surprisingly gentle with you, you wonder if someone has explained who you are or if they just needed another hostage.

“She hangs out with him; they’re at least friends.” Your stomach sinks lower, you realize they’re trying to bait Mitch but they clearly haven’t done their research or they would have taken one of his actual friends; not his girlfriend.

Time always passes differently when it’s dark and being blindfolded is no exception. It doesn’t feel like days, maybe just a few hours before Mitch is pulling off the blind fold his hands shaking as you try to smile at him.

“I’m okay.” You assure and he narrows his eyes before practically picking you up and carrying you over to the ambulance; he rides with you the entire time, refusing to let go of your hand until one of the other agents physically pulls him away from you so the nurses can check you over.

“It wasn’t even a full day Mitch, she’s fine, they didn’t get the chance to do anything. Just go home and spend time with her.”

“Y/N you okay babe?” You’re pretty sure Mitch has asked that same question for the past hour every three minutes.

“I’m alright, better that you’re here.” You press your face into his shoulder and he keeps his arms tight around you.

“Sorry for ruining whatever your anniversary plans were.” You mumble and he frowns a little, nudging your face so you look him in the eyes.

“All I want is to spend time with you, no matter what we get to do, I just want to spend it with you.”

You're still nervous about leaving the house. Mitch had insisted he would take care of everything for your three year anniversary, you hadn’t ever thought you’d be scared of leaving the house but here you were nervous that Mitch was going to drag you to some fancy restaurant.

“Okay just close your eyes.” He grins a little as you close them and places a kiss on your forehead.

”Okay spin three times.”

“Will I wake up in Oz?” You laugh and can feel him smiling into your hair.

“Somewhere better.”

“Anywhere with you is better.” You grin a little when he walks forward guiding you, one hand wrapped around your waist.

“Okay open.” You’re already smiling, but you hide your head a little when you realize just what Mitch has done, he’s set up a recreation of the anniversary date he always takes you on. Normally you’d be going out to the restaurant where you first met and ordering the same meal you’d first gotten.

“Listen Y/N; this might not be the place I expected to be on our three year anniversary, but it’s with you, so that’s really all that matters.”

“Me getting taken must’ve shook you up, huh.” You try not to let your voice shake and Mitch just nods.

“Yeah it did, really freaked me out.” He sighs pulling you back into his chest and pressing his forehead against yours.

Support My Writing?