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summary:  where Dylan and Y/n are best friends since they’re sixteen, but it’s only when they’re adults they develop feelings for each other.

@disbestiles ’ writing challenge

warning: mentions of dylan’s accident in part 1 

state: finished

word count: -

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3  ⇢ extra bonus part 

[brien-odylan]

Oops, baby, I miss you - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @brien-odylan

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x OC

Word count: 14.5k

Warnings: a little bit of angst, mentions of sex, cursing, World Cup, Brazil losing, some fluff.

A/N: I can’t believe it’s finally done! *inserts hallelujah chorus here*. This story has been on the made ever since the enf of June, over the course where I had to go through a dryspell, where I couldn’t write anything for days. But it’s finally here now and man... Just knowing that it took me a little less than a month makes me want to kill myself.

Anyways, this was made as part of @disbestiles writing challenge in celebration of her 600 followers, using the songs Oops, by Little Mix and Miss You, by Louis Tomlinson. Let’s a great deal of it, having my back when all I wanted was to give up writing this story and everytime I changed what it was going to be about. See, miga, I finally finished it! Shoutout to the amazing @mischiefandi for proofing some of it and to @malia--stilinski @mf-despair-queen for yelling at me. And also to my best friend that doesn’t have a tumblr but was totally my inspiration for the very last scene. Enjoy it!! xxx

A shrill sound was what woke Ananda up that Sunday morning, her eyes trying to adjust to the clarity of the room. She tried to close her eyes and muffle the sound, but for as hard as she tried, the noise wouldn’t go away and seemed to be coming from inside her head, going off for countless minutes until it stopped.

Slowly, the girl opened one eye and looked around. She was back in her room, the sunlight entering through a crack on her blinds on the window on the opposite side of her bed and she just wished she was dead. Her head was pounding strongly against her skull, as if someone had dropped an anvil on her head or hit her until she went unconscious.

Once again, the annoying noise came back and she felt something vibrating against her skull. Trying to understand what was going on, she reached beneath her pillow only to find her phone ringing insistently on her palms. She had the vague idea of throwing it on the other side of the room, her trembling arm already shaking in anticipation. She was in no condition of talking to anyone at that time of the day after the night she had had.

It has to be the worst hangover ever, she thought to herself as she tried to make out the letters on her caller ID to no avail. It was going to be impractical to try to figure out who was disturbing her at that time, so she just rejected the call and turned the phone off. I’m never drinking again, she added.

It was an empty promise and Ananda was well aware of it. She had lost count of how many times she had said that only to get hammered the following weekend.

There was a movement behind her, the sound of her sheets being ruffled by someone getting her attention. It was probably just her best friend trying to get more comfortable during her sleep, her lazy self trying to find some more hours of sleep. Ananda half expected to hear her groaning at the sound of the ringing phone, but she must’ve been dead to this world.

With a sigh, Ananda closed her eyes once again and pushed the covers over her head in order to block the light in the room. She was going to spend the rest of the day in bed while begging Let to ask for takeout. It was a day to be lazy and get cured, she would understand.

However, things went slightly different, because soon enough Ananda felt something slightly different in the sleeping arrangement. First of all, Let seemed to be taking way more space than she usually did. They were about the same size and there was always a gap between the two girls, something that seemed nonexistent that morning. The second thing was a muscular arm draped over her body, pulling her closer to its owner and it made Ananda freeze in her place, dread icing her veins as she tried to understand what had happened the night before.

Because, obviously, she had ended up sleeping with someone and that was not Let, her best friend.

Sweaty bodies danced scattered around the dancefloor, the beat reverberating through the walls, hips swaying from one side to the other, people getting drunk all around the deck, the lights blinking as the DJ started another song, this time with a more powerful bass echoing around the surroundings, an obvious change in the atmosphere, causing everyone to shout in excitement as the music started.

From where she was standing, her bare feet in contact with the soft fabric of the booth she was designated to, Ananda threw her head back, her hips already dancing on their own accord, following the new rhythm, the words to the song coming out of her mouth as if it was her own creation. In her intoxicated state, she could feel the sound booming through her veins, her closed eyes intensifying the feeling and before she knew it, she was screaming at the top of her lungs the words to the song, her hips swaying, shyly at first.

That’s how things always started for her. She would claim she couldn’t dance, that she was way too shy to do it in front of anyone, but everytime she went out with her friends, she would end up giving all she got on the dancefloor, not caring if anyone was seeing it or not. Of course there was always a great amount of alcohol involved, but she wasn’t the type of person  to drink and forget everything; she would just let go of her inhibitions, secretly saying a ‘fuck you’ to herself. It was fun to watch. You could see she was having a good time coming out of her shell and attracting looks from a few guys around.

And of course it couldn’t be any different that day. It was her birthday, all her friends were present and she even got a VIP section of her favorite night club, not to mention a free champagne bottle to celebrate it. She was having the time of her life, dancing on top of the seat, not a care in the world with her hands on her knees, her ass stuck up in the air, moving from one side to the other almost in a broken way to whoever saw it, but she was in complete control of what she was doing, the sharp motions of her hips forming, slightly, what could be remarked as a geometric shape as she kept singing loudly to the song.

Ananda could see, by the look on her friends’ eyes, that most of them had no idea what the music was saying or what kind of moves they should do and she just shrugged it off, telling them to do what felt natural. There was no correct way of dancing funk. You just had to feel the beat and do the most provocative moves you could muster, that’s how she went.

She felt a sharp tug on her arms, her movements halting immediately as she looked at whoever had stopped her, the bewilderment expression she had softening as soon as she saw her best friend looking at her with the biggest smile on her face.

“He’s here!” she heard through the song. Two little words that sent her heart in a frenzy, completely forgetting to follow the music’s beat to a rhythm of its own, almost as if it was racing against her eyes, which had already darted to the entrance searching for someone.

Ananda was sure he wouldn’t make it, she was sure she was going to spend another birthday without him, without the guy she considered her best friend. It was weird, to be honest, that he had become someone so close to her. They had shared one meaningless class back in freshman year, done one unimportant seminar together and yet he kept on being by her side, talking to her throughout the rest of the college years. Not to mention when he moved to the same building as hers.

In the end, they had accepted that they were destined to be in each other’s lives; they had far too many things in common, not to mention how they worked perfectly together. And now, five years after they had met, she was glad they had decided it.

As soon as her eyes fell on his frame, his spiked hair, the infamous blue shirt and khaki pants he wore everywhere - she really thought those were the only clothes he owned and once offered to go shopping with him. What was his problem? - and those warm honey colored eyes, she felt a squeal erupt from her mouth, her legs pushing her through the mass of sweaty bodies, making her way to the man she was expecting.

“Dylan!” she screamed over the noise, her much smaller frame colliding against him, her arms circling around his neck as she stood on the tip of her toes. “You made it!” she beamed, her eyes staring at him intently as he shook back the confusion he was in once he felt someone run into him.

He let out a loud laugh, a smile on his lips as he hugged her back, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist and picking her up a little bit, her feet dangling a little bit. “I wouldn’t miss my best friend’s birthday, come on!”

“You  missed the last one,” she looked at him sternly. He was not going to pull that kind of crap on her. Not on her birthday.

“It’s not my fault you decided to have your birthday when the semester is almost over,” he defended himself.

“It’s not my fault you struggled with your grades. You should study harder, Dylan.”

Whoever watched their interaction from the distance, wouldn’t actually see how their dynamic worked. Dylan was the laid back one, doing everything he deemed possible to achieve what he wanted, but never stressing himself over it, hence the moments he needed to ditch his best friend to stay in and study for his finals. It was just how he worked, pushing things back until he couldn’t get away from it anymore and it was amazing how he always ended up being at the top of his class or having the best job offer ever. On the other side, there was Ananda: a hard-worked, over-achiever, stressed student who was always trying to make the best of her time and classes. Maybe it was the fact that she was living through what felt like her only shot of winning in life, like if she ever stood a toe out of line, she was going to be sent back home and say goodbye to her much dreamed graduation. Maybe she felt like she had to prove herself all the time because she was from another country; maybe she felt like everyone was judging her, as if it wasn’t her place and she needed to prove them wrong.

How those two ever ended up close to each other was a mystery, but it worked perfectly well. They balanced each other’s lives.

“Well, I’m here now,” he said with a smirk. “Just in time to see you twerking, something I never thought you would do.”

Ananda scoffed. She couldn’t believe he would compare her sharp hip movements to something so simple and silly as… twerking. She had spent hours and more hours practicing her movements, the positions of her legs, how her hips had to swerve from one side to the other in a fluid movement with her ass stuck up in the air.

“Don’t ever compare my quadradinho to twerk,” she shouted over the song, her eyes rolling. She wasn’t going to stand there and be offended like that. Ok, it wasn’t like that and she was being a little bit over dramatic, but the amount of alcohol in her system wasn’t helping much.

Dylan laughed at her and put his hands up in a surrender motion, accepting what she had said. He had no idea what she was talking about or what the hell a quadradinho was, but he would accept it. She seemed like she was having fun and that was enough for him.

After that, everything seemed to go in a blur. A shot of tequila turned into four and he had ingested more caipirinhas than he would have thought healthy. Damn those Brazilians and their need to make something so sweet and tasteful, making you drink more than one in a hurry thinking it wasn’t too strong. When it hits, it hits you hard, he thought. But it was already too late. He was already in the middle of the sweaty bodies taking the space of the VIP section designated to Ananda, his mind all fuzzy, his steps a bit faltering, but never stopping moving to the rhythm of the music.

And that was pretty much how things went all night long. At some point, Ananda turned around, her glazed eyes trying to focus on a black figure sat right in front of her. Of course it was Dylan, she though with an internal roll of eyes. She knew he had already drank more than he should, but she couldn’t stop smiling at the way his head rolled around, trying to keep an eye on everything that was going on around him. They had always joked about visiting Brazil together. She said she would show him everything worth seeing and not just Rio and what people thought that was Brazil.

Well, that night club was something he would see in a night club in the latin country: people dancing around, having the time of their lives, shouting the words to every funk song while dancing to it.

She didn’t know who had started it, but when she realized it, both of them were extremely close to each other, Dylan out of his seat, his frame towering over hers slightly as he tried to keep his face in a serious expression while watching her dance, her back turned to him as she bounced her hips, slowly going up and down, her movements never faltering.

He was hypnotized. His eyes couldn’t avert from her as she laughed, her hands lacing around his neck. That was it. That was what made him lose all his sober thoughts as she turned around, her face inching closer to his as she grinded against him, her chest pressing entirely to his, her breath fanning against his neck.

It was hard to see where Dylan stopped and Ananda started. Somewhere along the song, they had become one.

No. No no. No no no no no. It couldn’t be, right? That was just a drunk mistake, she had only kissed Dylan and then walked away from him to find someone else. Some tall, blonde stranger, something completely different from the brunette she called her best friend. Because that was the right thing. She couldn’t have walked home with him and slept with him.

She took a deep breath and poked her head through the covers, almost too afraid to turn around and see who was behind her, snoring softly and completely lost to this world. She had to do it. She had to make sure that she hadn’t jeopardized years of friendship because of a wild night out. And then, with a hammering heart and completely neglecting the pounding in her head, Ananda slowly turned around, her body shifting swiftly against the sheets as she tried to see who was in bed with her and the first thing she noticed was a mop of brown hair contrasting with a pale skin.

And if it weren’t enough to send her heart in a frantic rhythm, the face her eyes came into contact did. Because there was no way she could mistake those long eyelashes against that cheek or the constellation of moles that dotted that beautiful face. She had watched them closely a thousand of times, trying to memorize every little speck of color, how they looked under the natural light, how they contrasted against his skin and how she loved when he was wearing a beard, but hated the fact that it hid the dots she had grown to love. Purely platonic, that is.

And it was amidst the realization that she had slept with her best friend that she couldn’t ignore the fact that she liked seeing Dylan like that, his face free of any worries, his eyes rolling from one side to the other behind his closed eyelids, the soft snores coming from him, almost melodic and sending her back into a slumber, the way his chest was raising and falling, the way that the morning light hit his warm skin, giving it a new shade. He seemed so peaceful, so innocent and pure that Ananda found herself gazing at him, her finger itching as she tried to not outline the contour of his jawline.

She was incredibly scared of what would happen when he woke up, but she couldn’t stop looking at him and admiring the man beside her. He was gorgeous; his pale skin looked amazing against hers - a little bit more tanned -, his strong arms, something that she had watched grow over the years, felt so secure and soft that she couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to be held by them. And it hit her that she probably had been trapped between those same arms the previous night and what startled her the most was the fact that she couldn’t remember much of it.

There was a lingering thought on her mind, something telling her that she had been in there. It was almost a memory, completely blurred and confusing, but she had a feeling that it had been amazing. For as long as she knew Dylan, she had failed to know something he wasn’t good at. She had heard things about him in bed, of course, having talked to a few girls that had been in his life and some rumours that went around the campus. If any of them were true, she must have felt in heaven.

In the complete stillness of the morning, where no sound could be heard coming from the closed window she had on her bedroom, the annoying sound her vibrating phone caused startled her one more time, her eyes tearing apart from the sleeping figure besides her, her body almost jumping out of the bed and away from his as she tried to reach for the buzzing device to quiet it hurriedly before it disturbed Dylan from his sleep, but it was already too late.

Dylan stirred on his side of the bed, his eyes opening and closing rapidly due to the clarity of the room he was in, his head screaming at him while he tried to make sense of what was happening. He could feel a commotion going on beside him, someone talking hurriedly into a phone words he couldn’t make out and the ruffling of sheets. Where the hell did he spend the night?

Slowly and carefully, he opened one eye flinching slightly at the bright light, his hands reaching down to pull the duvet closer to his chin, suddenly too self-conscious for his liking.

The voice - it was a girl, that he was sure of - cut the call short and turned around, her eyes finally meeting his.

Saying that life is full of surprises is an understatement; you can prepare yourself to a lot of things, but waking up, naked, in a bed with your best friend when you can’t recall what happened the previous night, is something that you can never be prepared for and something that can never cross your mind. And that was exactly what was happening to Dylan that Sunday morning.

His eyes stared wide open back at the Brazilian girl by his side, her smaller frame enveloped in the duvet they were sharing, her small hands tugging at the ends of the fabric trying to get more of it around her body while he could just sit there, too stunned to say or do anything. How could they ever walk away from this situation?

“Do you…” he started, his voice caught in the back of his throat. Fuck, how do you even start a conversation? “Do you remember anything from last night?”

Ananda stared at him blankly, her head shaking, her eyes focused on the wall behind his head. That was it. The perfect friendship had been reduced to a big pile of nothing because of a drunk mistake. What were they thinking of? Well, they weren’t.

“Do you have any idea how wrong this is?” she asked, her voice barely over a whisper. She was mortified.

Maybe, to anyone else, it might have seemed like they were just being over dramatic, that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that it was bound to happen at some time, but when it came to friendships, Ananda didn’t like to see hers being ruined, much less with the only guy she had in her life, the one person she could count on at any given time. Of course she had other friends, Let for instance, but it was different. Dylan knew her the longest, he was aware of her deepest secrets, he could read her like the back of his hand and to have him there, in the same bed as her after a night of sex, it seemed like she couldn’t look at him without wanting to die.

“Ok, don’t freak out,” he started, one of his hands slowly reaching to grabs hers in a soothing way. If he was thinking straight, he would’ve realized it wasn’t a good idea, but he was set on trying to comfort his best friend. “I know this is weird, but come on, Nanda. It’s just us.”

“Of course I’m freaking out, Dylan!” her hand slipped out of his, holding the duvet closer to her. “You’re my best friend! I have the right to freak out! Oh my God, what have we done?” she rambled, her eyes falling to her lap as she tried to think of a way to walk out of the awkward situation. “I need an aspirin,” she mumbled, her legs finding the side of the bed, steading her descending self as she clutched the sheets around her. “Don’t look!”

It was then that Dylan realized he had not only been looking at her, but gawking. He was transfixed on a point over her shoulder, how the skin there seemed so tender and soft, something he would like to feel again, to refresh his memory, to run his fingers through it until he reached the pulsing point on her neck. She was extremely beautiful, something he hadn’t failed to realize in all those years, but it had a different meaning now. Because he was actually seeing her, all her walls down.

Some people would wake up and grumble, roll out of the bed and start their day with a roll of eyes, but not Ananda. Despite having a real shocker that morning, Dylan could see that she was doing her best to let it slip from her mind and not ruin her day. He saw her walking up to the window, the light hitting her skin and adding a golden tone to it. Her hair waved down to the middle of her back, the sunlight making it look lighter than it actually was. And he kept watching, almost too scared to say anything, almost too scared of moving and making her scurry away from him. He watched it like it was forbidden, like he was stealing glimpses of her and storing it in his memory before it was too late.

She was beautiful and it hit him like a brick. He had fucked it up.

A week had passed. An entire week in which Ananda had done her best to avoid any kind of interaction with Dylan or any conversation about what had happened. She knew it was ridiculous because they had to talk it out at some point, but she just couldn't bring herself to look at him without feeling utterly mortified.

It was a crazy feeling, something she never thought she would feel towards him, but she couldn't help herself. She had been out of herself enough to sleep with him and that was not something she did. She was the calm one, the one who always thought things through and avoided all kinds of crazy thoughts. Why had this happened and with him?

No, she wasn't repulsed by the idea of sex with Dylan, because he was amazing. He was gorgeous and had a body that she could stare at for hours - something she actually did when he was running around the room and putting his clothes on - but it was also her best friend. She was repulsed by the idea of throwing herself at him, completely out of her normal state, her drunk haze making her act like someone she was not. That was her problem with the whole situation.

And, if things weren’t already hard enough, she had to deal with her Let being all over her, asking things she wanted to forget, trying to make her remember things that were forever lost on her sucky memory, something she was glad for for the first time in her life.

“You know you’re acting really childish, right?” Let asked as she moved around the kitchen, her hands gripping tightly the dishes as she put them back in the cabinet. The two girls had just walked home from a long and exhausting day at work, ready to call it a night and order takeout. “You two slept together, so what? Everyone does that.”

Ananda rolled her eyes. She was tired of having that same conversation, tired of saying everything she had already said, but her best friend wouldn’t give up. She wanted to talk about it all the time, almost like she was rooting for it to happen again and soon. The truth was… She knew Let had always wanted them to be together, had always hinted at that fact and had always secretly rooted for that to happen. Ananda was really surprised Let hadn’t shouted it to the whole world yet.

“But it’s not something I do,” she sighed. “I don’t want to jeopardize everything I have with him because of a mistake, ok? I like him, he’s my best friend and I don’t want to give it away because we were too drunk to do the right thing.”

There was a lingering silence in the kitchen, the only sound coming from the dishwasher working in the background and the occasional sound of the chair scraping against the floor as Ananda rocked herself back and forth, trying to think of a way to walk out of that conversation.

“Well, you two have to talk,” Let said with a final tone, her eyes rolling at how things were being treated by two grown ups. She expected them to be more mature about it all, she thought they would look at each other, have a laugh and move on with their lives. Deep down, she thought it could mean something, that they would finally be together. It was just a matter of time. “Meanwhile, you could do the laundry,” she added, a smile playing on her lips as she hinted to the big pile of dirty clothes they had put aside.

“Yeah, I’ll do it tomorrow,” Ananda rolled her eyes. Yes, it was her turn. No, she wouldn’t waste her night doing something she hated.

“But you gotta do it today,” Let pressed, her hands firmly gripping the girl’s hands and pushing her up. “I’ve got a meeting tomorrow morning and I want to wear the black pants I lent you Monday. So you gotta do it now.”

There was something to it, Ananda thought as she went through the laundry, separating the clothes she was going to wash first. First because Let wouldn’t be so adamant on making her wash the clothes, second because the following day was a Saturday and Let didn’t work on Saturdays and third because she knew Ananda didn’t like being on her own on that room. It was all gloomy and eery. The sound of the plumbing always managed to scare her, it didn’t matter how many times she had been in that basement.

Either way, the Brazilian girl found herself all alone in the room, praying for nothing to happen as she put all her color clothes into the machine, internally rolling her eyes at how silly she was being. She was a grown up and didn’t have time for irrational fears. Resigned, she shook her head, set and started the machine, adjusting the earphones in her ears hitting play on her playlist as she waited for the cycle to be done sitting on a chair with her legs up, her back to the door.

Of course, had she been sitting differently or not using the earphones to block the sound coming from the plumbing, she would have noticed the door had opened and someone had walked into the room with her, their steps not so light as they stumbled on their own feet due to the amount of things they were carrying, blocking their vision. Had Ananda been paying attention, she would have noticed when the figure walked up to her, let go of the basket with clothes and detergent and looked at her, a smirk on their lips as they watched the girl singing happily to whatever she was listening to, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, completely lost to the world around them.

Dylan chuckled to himself. It was such a normal thing for her, to sit back and relax, listen to her random playlist and forget about everything else. She looked so relaxed and carefree, a smile playing on her moving lips, the words escaping from her mouth echoing around the almost empty room, reaching his ears and making him smile. He loved when she sang; her voice was melodic enough to carry a song on her own, her tone causing some kind of effect within him. His heart, somehow, felt lighter at the sight of the girl in front of him combined with her sweet voice.

He knew she was trying to avoid him ever since the weekend and he couldn’t understand why. Well, he could, but he thought it was just a little too much of her to do something like that. It wasn’t that big of a deal and despite the fact that she thought it could be something to ruin their friendship, neither of them remembered what actually happened. They could pretend it never did and move on with their lives, be the best of friends as they had always been, but she had chose to ignore him and he had let her. He gave her the space she thought she needed, he respected that and at that moment, as his brain screamed at him to walk away from the room and leave her alone, another part of him - he wasn’t sure which one - was telling him to just walk up to her and question the girl on her actions.

It could be a little selfish, he thought, but he didn’t want to be apart from her anymore. He missed her, the way her accent rang on his ears when she said his name or tried to say some word she thought that was difficult to say. He missed her rambling on and on about the upcoming World Cup, he missed her trying to teach him things from her country. He missed his best friend. So, shutting up his brain and acting on the behalf of his heart, Dylan slowly turned to her, his hands reaching out to gently grab her shoulders and snap her out of her daze.

What followed after was a cacophony of sounds, the metal chair scraping against the floor, Ananda’s legs hitting the side of the washing machine as a piercing scream left her mouth, echoing around the nearly empty room and probably reaching the first level of the building. Her heart was hammering wildly against her ribcage, her head pounding and her veins turned to ice. That was how she was going to die. All alone, doing laundry while listening to some poorly chosen songs. Fantastic.

With her body shaking from head to toe, she opened her eyes and slowly looked back, her eyes finally coming in contact with the culprit of her heart attack, seeing Dylan standing there, eyes and mouth wide open, his already pale skin even paler and his breath uneven. On the process of being scared, she had managed to scare him back, nearly making the young man going deaf.

“Filho da puta,” she shouted, her hands reaching her accelerated heart as she tried to calm it down, her head tilted down, her free hand resting against her forehead. “Son of a bitch.”

Dylan kept looking at her, his eyes still wide open, but his mouth had turned into a smirk. “You've got some lungs, huh?”

She looked at him wanting to be able to murderer the man. He knew very well that she didn't like being in there all by herself and he went and scared her? Ok, maybe he hadn't meant it, but what could you expect to happen when you sneak behind someone's back and they've got earphones on?

With her heart calming down, but still beating too rapidly for her liking, she reached down and threw some of his own clothes at him, rolling her eyes as he laughed at her. She hated him. She really hated him.

Dylan could only laugh. “What are you doing here?”

Ananda looked from him to the working machine, back to him and crossed her arms over her chest. It was an obvious question and she couldn’t actually believed he had asked it. “Laundry,” she limited herself on saying. “This is the laundry room, right?”

Dylan surely had missed her sarcastic ways. The way she would look at him whenever he made a dumb question, her eyes struggling to not roll, her lips pulled in a scowl and how her nostrils seemed to inflate as her annoyed expression came on her face.

“I meant a, you don’t do your laundry on week days and b,” he paused scooting closer to her, the smirk still on his lips. “You hate being here all by yourself.”

The girl couldn’t deny it. He knew her like the back of his hand. He knew every little thing that was on her mind, before she even knew it herself, and that was what sucked the most about that friendhship. Because she wanted nothing more than to just roll her eyes at him and ignore him for the rest of her life, but since he knew she was doing it, he wouldn't let it happen.

“Well, Mister Know-It-All,” she started, her legs kicking her off the chair and leading her to the side of the machine, her body leaning over it as her elbows pressed against it. “For your information, I needed to do it today. Let has a meeting tomorrow and she lent me one of her pants, so I’m washing it right now.”

“Are you sure?”

Ananda blinked a couple of times. What did he mean she was sure? Of course she was. She had just talked to her best friend, whom she shared an apartment with, and she had just being told that said best friend had a meeting on the following day and she needed the clothes she was washing at that exact minute. Did that week away from her had caused Dylan to develop some kind of conditional disease that made him act weirdly?

“What do you mean I’m sure? Of course I am. She just told me.”

Dylan, who at this point was already unloading all his clothes into another machine, not caring about mixing them up, stopped and looked at the girl. She was leaned over her machine, her brown hair didn’t look as shiny as he knew they were under the incandescent light hanging from the low ceiling of the room. The brick walls contrasted greatly with her now pale skin, so much different than when she first arrived there. She was in great need of a tan to go back to the olive skin he knew that looked so great on her. He wasn’t going to lie: she looked perfect in anyway.

“Well, then why did I get kicked out of my own apartment because your best friend is there to celebrate her anniversary with my best friend?”

She didn’t have an answer. Let hadn’t said anything about it being that Friday. If she remembered well, Let and Tyler’s anniversary weren’t for another whole week, so why were them already celebrating it?

And then it hit her like a brick. “You think they planned it?”

“I’m sure they did,” Dylan said with a roll of eyes. He knew it the moment he saw her sitting with her back to the door, but he didn’t want to be the first one to bring it up. He also quite of agreed with their friends’ decision. They needed to talk. “Tyler keeps telling me we need to talk and I told him it’s kind of hard when the person you need to talk to is ignoring you.” There was a long pause this time, like he wanted her to react to what he had said, but all she could do was stare at the wall in front of her, never meeting his eyes. “What happened to us?” He pressed. “Do you remember anything?”

“Not really,” Ananda sighed. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she felt compelled on talking to him. “I can’t tell if they’re actual memories or just my imagination. You?”

“Kind of the same,” he said coming closer to her tentatively. “I remember enjoying it, though.”

The blood rushing to her face was thankfully hidden by the poor light. Never, in a million years, Ananda would have thought she was going to hear those words coming out of his mouth. It was going to be completely weird to hear it from any other guy, to hear it from Dylan was even weirder. It caused a mix of feelings to swirl in her, like her mind was trying to navigate through a vortex of thoughts and sentiments. She tried to reach for a surface, but there was nothing she could grab onto.

“Is this how it’s going to be for us now?” His voice sounded shallow, like he was tiptoeing around her, speaking carefully so he wouldn’t send them down the hole again. Dylan didn’t want to be away from her anymore.

“What do you mean?”

“Damn it, Ananda, we can barely be alone now,” Dylan said. He was tired and frustrated from everything that was going on, so much he couldn’t put into words. He always knew Ananda was too headstrong, but he never thought it was this much. “You don’t talk to me anymore, you don’t look at me, you don’t answer my texts or calls. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” her voice was so low he thought he had misheard it, but the truth was there. She had said those words.

He smiled for real this time. “So can please put it past us? We don’t even know what really happened,” she gave him a pointed look. “Ok, we know, but we don’t remember. We can move on with our lives and pretend it didn’t happen. How about that?”

“I guess that would be fine.” Ananda, for as much as she liked to pretend that she wasn’t, was an emotive person. She was slowly fighting back the urge to start crying right there.

“I miss my best friend, ok?” Dylan said, his body completely next to hers now. “And the incredible person that she is and I don’t want a drunk mistake to be the thing that puts us apart.”

“Me neither,” she sighed, finally letting go of her stiff position and turning to him, a small smile playing on her lips this time. “You know what? Maybe this was for the best.”

“How?” Dylan scoffed. “How having our relationship shaken up was for the best?”

Ananda bit her lips and shook her head. They weren’t that shaken up, that she knew. Somehow, it just had made them realize how important they were for each other and how much they really cared about one another and when she voiced those thoughts, she saw Dylan’s eye color change slightly. They weren’t so dark anymore. There was light in them again.

“I don’t regret it, though,” he said silently, catching her attention. “Sure, I don’t remember it, but I don’t regret it. If anything, I’m glad it was you. You’re amazing and the level of intimacy we have surely went up by a hundred percent now, and I have yet to find a better girl than you.”

“Are you trying to make me die out of embarrassment?” Ananda was outraged. Did she really hear what she thought?

“I just wish I could remember, ok?” Dylan sighed his body leaning closer to hers. “Because, that way, I would’ve known how it felt, but I can only guess…” His eyes dancing from her eyes to her lips, the tip of his tongue running through his own lips. There was something else in the air, the tension thick. “Or maybe…”

“Maybe what?” she heard herself whispering, her eyes focusing on his for the first time ever since he walked into the room. The sound of the machines was the only noise in the air, but it was completely neglected by them. It was like nothing around them mattered anymore, like the two of them were in a trance.

Their breath mingled, their eyes danced around each other’s faces and their bodies kept leaning into one another. It was pure bliss surrounding them, the rhythm of their hearts beating to the same beat, the anticipation cursing through his veins.

Suddenly, Ananda felt like she was at the end of a first date, that feeling you get when you reach your porch and don’t know what’s to come next. Was he going to kiss her? Would she let him do it? Would it mean anything?

She didn’t know about the first one or the last one, but she was sure about the second question. If he tried, she would let him do it, hell she would even reciprocate. She couldn’t deny that there was a curiosity lurking her mind ever since the previous weekend when she woke up with him by her side, but it was more than that. It was the way he was looking at her, it was the way his eyes flickered when he laughed or how his voice sounded. It was every little thing that she hadn’t paid attention to. It was his smell, the way his hair fell on his forehead, the feeling of his beard against her face. She wanted to have all of that again and remember it this time.

And that was why she didn’t fight back when he finally closed the distance between them, his lips slowly and tentatively pressing on hers, like he was afraid of what her reaction was going to be. It felt like he was having his first kiss all over again, the way his hands were shaking and he didn’t know what to do with them, but he managed it, just like it happened all those years before. And it was blissfully good. The way her lips smoldered against his, so softly at first that he wasn’t sure he was awake.

He didn't want it end; He realized, with a sorrow in his heart, that he didn’t want to let her out of his arms any time soon and that sucked, but he was going to be just great.

Of course nothing was great. Everything was so far from being ok that Dylan wanted to scream at the walls until his thoughts would leave his mind, mostly because it was his fault. It was him who initiated the kiss, it was him who wanted to do that and it was him that couldn’t take it off his mind. And how he hated it.

Things weren’t bad between them, far from it. It felt like they had moved past that week and that everything seemed to go back into place, but while things did look like it on the outside, Dylan was dealing with a lot on the inside. Because there wasn’t a single second he didn’t remember about that kiss in the laundry room or the small smile she had on the second they pulled apart and it was eating him alive.

His day had started like any other and the walk to his work had been nothing but boring, with the same boring people looking at the same boring way. Everything seemed to be grey, like any presence of color had suddenly been forbidden. Even the sky wasn’t in its usual shade of blue. Or maybe it was just him, maybe it was his dark mood affecting everything he touched, because as soon as he pushed the door to the vet clinic open, a radiant smile came into contact with his eyes.

“Good morning, sweetie,” chirped Mrs. Olsen, the receptionist. She was a very adorable lady, with her bright blue eyes and almost completely grey hair. Dylan had yet to see a day she wasn’t smiling at everyone walking through that door no matter what and he had known her for three years.

“Morning, Mrs. O,” he mumbled not even finishing his walk to his office, plopping down on one of the soft chairs in the waiting room, his eyes closed, his arms crossed over his chest and a big sigh leaving his lips. “But nothing’s good coming out of it.”

Had his eyes been opened, he would have seen the old lady send him a quizzical look, her brows scrunching up as she looked at the pile of clothes he had been reduced to. He was always a very charming, very energetic boy and she was used to seeing him oozing excitement every time he walked in, so seeing him mopping was somewhat affecting her.

“What’s the matter, son?” she asked walking from behind her desk, her light footsteps leading her to his side, her small hands brushing the hair from his forehead. “Are you sick?”

Dylan opened one eye, a small smile making way on his lips as he stared at the woman he had come to love as his second mother. She was so genuine in everything she said and expressed that he couldn’t help but be happy at the thought of her being worried about him. He knew that, if needed, she would send him back straight home and not hear a word of his complaints. But that wasn’t the case. He was sick, but not from something that could be cured with a good night’s sleep or some medicine.

“You could say that,” he sighed, his body curling up against the chair as best as he could. “Tell me, Mrs. O, have you ever done something that you shouldn’t and then keep thinking about it all the time?”

She gave him a suspicious look. “Is it something illegal?”

“No, it’s not,” he chuckled. “Though I think it should be.”

Mrs. Olsen eyed the boy, taking her time to try and understand what he was saying. She had been close to him pretty much ever since he had started working in the clinic, automatically making his way through her heart. Dylan was a kind soul, acting respectful towards everyone, never mistreating anyone. He had always been a ray of sunshine in the clinic, so seeing him so down like that morning was not okay with her.

She was certain something had happened over the course of the past week, with his excitement dwindling down each day, but she thought he was just tired and stressed, and thought all he needed was a good rest over the weekend. Now she was rethinking everything. He had bags under his eyes, his hair was a little disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t put any effort into dressing up in the morning, with his black shirt wrinkled.  

Although there were a lot of things that could lead Dylan into that state, she also noticed how he hadn’t walked in holding a cup of coffee or his phone in his hand, something he always did. It was customary of the man to have breakfast with a girl she thought very pretty, but he had sworn they were just friends. She guessed it wasn’t the case anymore.

“Is it about a girl?” she asked again, a small smile on her lips. Of course it was.

Dylan sighed and nodded. It wasn’t about any girl, though. It was about a girl he should never think of that way given their previous status and when he told her everything, from the waking up next to her to kissing her on that Friday night, she looked at him like he was talking the most ridiculous things in the world.

“Have I ever told you how my husband and I met?” she had turned completely to him, her small frame fitting into the chair perfectly. “It was in 1969, when we were in high school,” she smiled. “We had the same group of friends and we used to hang out in this diner after school and we somehow ended up being great friends. Everyone thought that there was something going on between us, you know,” she chuckled lightly. “But the truth was that we were such great friends that we could talk about pretty much everything. When his brother died in a car crash, I was the first one he ran to when he found out. When my mom fell sick, I could only find comfort on him and his friendship. It wasn’t until the end of 1970 that I realized that I liked him more than just a friend,” she squeezed his hands in reassurance. “Those feelings, Dylan, the ones that hit us after a while, the ones we never really knew we were looking for, are pretty powerful. They shake us to the core, make we go to hell and back, but they’re usually not wrong. She tried to avoid you, right?” he nodded. “She must have been scared of what she felt. I remember how Howard was scared to tell me he had feelings for me and it literally took him two of our friends to make him do it,” she laughed a little, her eyes scanning Dylan’s, trying to convey as much courage in them as she could. “Talk to her. If you’re scared it might drive her away from you, she wasn’t that good of a friend, but chances are she feels the exact same way.”

He looked at the woman in front of him, his thoughts running a hundred miles per hour as he went over everything she had just told him and he tried to compare it to everything they had lived so far, all the times someone had asked if they were together, how he felt at ease when she was around, how she was always running to him whenever she felt homesick, how they always had fun together and liked to be in each other’s presence more than anything.

Dylan thought of all the times he had wanted to just cut off communication with the rest of the world after a long and exhausting day at work, but then he would see her smiley face and puppy brown eyes, just begging for some kind of attention, a movie night or just talking, and he would give up. He would give up pretty much anything just so she could be happy and he knew she would do the same, she had done the same countless times, and then he smiled.

“You’re right, Mrs. O,” he said, a new found resolution within him. He was going to walk out of that door, march up to Ananda and tell her that everything hadn’t been a mistake. At least not anymore.

But it was so much more easier said than done.

As the days rolled by, Dylan found himself trying to come up with that courage that had invaded him during the conversation with Mrs Olsen, but whenever he saw Ananda, her brown eyes and smiling face, he would start to rethink everything, every life choice he had made so far and his brain would stop working, freezing all of his functions as he just stared at her and tried his best to not act like a complete fool. It was hard, he was pretty sure she was aware of how he could barely talk to her anymore and it pained him.

There was always a lingering silence between them, a thick tension that no one could cut through and it ruined everything. As much as both of them tried to come up with a light conversation, it would soon be over with an uncomfortable smile and their faces turning the other way.

Things weren’t going that differently that night. Dylan had come home a little earlier from the clinic, his shoulders down and his mind set on relaxing for the rest of the night, but the sight of Tyler walking out of his room ready to go out made him hault. He really hoped his best friend wasn’t going to make him go with him.

But, of course, it hadn’t been the case.

“You know how much I had to bargain for that, Dyldo?” he asked, still trying to convince the man. “Let wasn’t keen on letting me have a night out with the guys, but I managed it, and you’re not going to ruin this for me, man. You’re going.”

Dylan sighed. “You go without me, man.”

“I don’t think you’re understanding the situation here,” Tyler grabbed him by the shoulders and, with a stern look, he spoke real slowly. “You’re going with me whether you like it or not. It was one of the terms I had to accept.”

“What?”

“Come on, Dylan,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “I’m not asking for much. You go out for a little while, we have fun, you distract your mind from work and you’ll be home soon enough to spend all the time you want with Ananda.”

Funny how one simple name could make everything change, Dylan thought. Not that he wanted to go out and forget about the girl, but he really needed a time out to think things through. Maybe all he needed was a little bit of alcohol to make his mind clearer and finally understand what was going on with him. How that would work, he had no idea, but he was willing to try.

And that was why the brown eyed man found himself fully dressed, hair styled and ready to leave in no more than 30 minutes, his fingers cracking in anxiety as he waited for Tyler to say goodbye to his girlfriend, her small frame leaned against their counter as she said, one more time, all the things she expected from him and the man, like a well trained puppy, nodded at each word she said. It was funny to watch their interaction, the way she said everything and how Tyler paid attention to every word.

“You take care of him for me, ok, Dyl?” she said to him, a smile on her lips as she made her way to the front door. “And I’ll take care of Ananda for you,” the girl completed walking into the hallway and never looking back, leaving a perplexed Dylan as he tried his best to shout a come back to her.

There was no need on taking care of her for him. They weren’t anything. They didn’t have anything. Sadly.

That was not how Ananda thought she was going to be spending her night.

When Let said she wanted to have a girls’ night, she imagined them going out, shopping, having dinner somewhere or even having a walk down the park, not staying home and watching old movies and eating chinese. They were young, they had worked their asses off the whole week and they deserved to do something, anything at all, that didn’t involve being home, but she had chosen a 84 year-old best friend, by the looks of it.

It was probably the third movie of the night, but she wasn’t paying close attention to it, her mind going back and forth, distracted by the low chimes of her phone whenever a text came through. By the time she had lowered her head to look at her phone for the tenth time during the first five minutes of that movie, Let looked up at her, a scowl on her face as she kicked her friend’s leg from the other side of the couch.

“Who is it that demands so much attention of you?” she asked with a roll of eyes.

Ananda let out a small chuckle and turned the device to the girl, a video of Dylan and Tyler illuminating the screen. They were standing back to back, both men holding a pint glass on their hands as they chugged it down, voices chanting their names in the background as they did their best to finish it first.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Let mumbled, her head shaking. “I told them to be responsible and that’s what they do? I can’t fucking believe it.”

“Come on, Let,” Ananda smiled. “They’re just having a bit of fun. It’s not like you’ve never done it.”

Let blinked a couple of times and shrugged it off. Yeah, she was being a bit of a hypocrite in that situation.

“And why are you seeing these videos?” She asked after a moment of silence, her mind finally catching up on the fact that she hadn’t received any message.

“One of the boys sent it to me,” the Brazilian shrugged. “So we wouldn’t be worried, as he said.”

She hadn’t exactly understood why someone would send her that, but given the fact that Tyler and Let were dating, they assumed all of them were pretty close and wanted to make sure no parts were left out of what was going on with the two boys. At least that was what she thought, until she received another message, a picture this time, of Dylan smiling smugly at Tyler, his hands up in the air as he celebrated his winning. His shirt had ridden up, showing some innocent bit of skin on his stomach, the path leading down to his pants and suddenly her thoughts weren’t so innocent anymore.

But what intrigued her the most, was the caption of the picture. There, in bolded letters, had been written Your boyfriend won.

It wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t going to be the last one. She had lost count of times people had said they were a couple, that they should be a couple or that they would end up being a couple and she was tired of it. They were best friends. Best friends who had slept together after a drunk mistake. Best friends that had kissed one night where no alcohol was involved, but best friends nonetheless.

Ananda couldn’t deny the fact that there was chemistry between them with the playful flirts over the years and knowing what to do around each other, but that was it. They were platonically involved, nothing more. And yet, she couldn’t deny that she wished there could be a little more, that was why she was so scared when she first woke up next to him.

Because she remembered walking in that one class they had shared, looking around and finding him sitting by the end of the third row, his head down reading some book. And then he looked up and she could’ve sworn she felt like she had been knocked off her feet. It was silly, but she felt like his eyes could pierce into her very soul and bring out her darkest secrets. They held so much light and life within them that it seemed just impossible to steer away from it. And that was why she felt compelled to sit next to him, starting then and there something that would lead up to their friendship and unrequited feelings of the present.

She huffed in annoyance at the caption, tired of having to explain to everyone that they were dating.

“Don’t,” was all Let said, her body suddenly behind Ananda’s, her head poking through her shoulders as she read the text still showing on the screen.

“Huh?”

“Don’t be a hypocrite,” she explained. “Why do you think everyone thinks you two are together?”

“Hm… Because we have some incredibly noisy friends that like to say those kind of stuff,” the Brazilian girl replied in provocation, but her best friend wasn’t having any of it.

“We can see the way you look at each other,” Let said with a roll of eyes. “Don’t deny it, you like him.”

“Of course I do. As my best friend!” Ananda insisted.

“Ok,” Let sighed, a thought running through her head. If Ananda wasn’t going to admit willingly, she was going to force it out of her. “So you’re telling me you don’t mind he’s out now, having a good time, checking girls out and being checked out?”

Ananda felt something changing inside of her, a slight turn in her chest as she thought about it. There was nothing wrong with Dylan being out and checking girls out, right? He was single, he was free. “Of course not,” she said with certainty.

“You don’t mind that there might be a girl eyeing him up and down and thinking ‘that’s some fine ass’ because it is?” Let pressed.

She could almost picture it. Some girl watching him from the other side of the pub, a low cut dress showing more than it should, her luscious lips adorned in a red lipstick, her pearly white teeth showing as she smiled down at Dylan maliciously.

“Nope,” she mumbled.

“And you don’t mind if she walks up to him, with a smile on her lips, and her hands start to trace his shoulders and arms, going dangerously lower?”

She was walking to him now, more like strutting, making the whole distance between them her runway, her eyes set on him. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, too entranced on the beautiful girl in front of him, with her long legs and tall figure, her feet graciously balancing themselves on stupidly high heels, her hair waving back her shoulders. She finally reached him, her hands slowly touching his shoulders as she leaned forward, giving more view of her cleavage, whispering something on his ear, his eyes changing to a dark color as he listened to it, hands grasping her waist.

But it was all in her head and yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was going on as the two girls spoke, Ananda’s hands slightly shaking from what she was feeling.

“No,” she said through gritted teeth, her hands balling up in fists trying to contain the sudden urge of punching someone that had overwhelmed her.

“Then it’s fine by me,” Let finally let go, a smirk on her lips as she watched the expression on her friend’s face change from soft to a scowl.

But it was already too late. The imagine was burning into the girl’s mind and she was fighting every instinct inside of her, every fiber of her screaming at her for changing into something more suitable and going after him. But why would she? She thought in a moment of lucidity. He could be with anyone he wanted and she was only his friend, nothing else.

And it was at that very moment that Ananda realized that maybe, just maybe, she needed him more than she thought she did.

However, things weren’t going exactly as the girl had pictured it as Dylan was being dragged out of the bar by his friends with a black eye, a cut on his lips and his knuckles bruised, not to mention the little blood that had found its way to his shirt.

It all had happened way too fast for his liking and when he realized it, he was already at the table next to the bar, his fists flying to the guy’s nose, cutting his story short as he bragged about everything he had done. Dylan had aimed to hit it so hard he hoped it was broken, and by the amount of blood that oozed out of the guy’s nose, he was sure he had done his job perfectly, making him grin to himself. He had wanted to do that ever since he met the guy, years ago.

The poor bastard - not so poor but a bastard nonetheless - was Logan Hersey, a football player back in college that Dylan had the displeasure of meeting after he started dating Ananda. It was hate at first sight for both of them. Logan couldn’t stand the fact that his girlfriend spent too much time around a guy that wasn’t him, always begging her to stop being friends with Dylan, which only added to the hatred the brunette guy felt for the player. For months, they were like water and wine, never really mixing but walking side by side because of the girl and Dylan couldn’t be happier when they broke up.

The guy was a total prat.

And the moment Dylan saw him walking into the pub, he knew his night was going to be ruined. It was like that guy brought grey clouds into the room every time he walked in with his obnoxious friends and the vet warned his friends as soon as they saw the group walking up to a table close to them and did their best to ignore whatever was said in the douchebag’s table - as they had called it - but one can only have enough.

“I date a girl once,” Logan said, his voice carrying over the loud music playing on the speakers, his neck craned to the side in an obvious attempt of making Dylan hear what he was talking about. He had been doing that the whole night. “She was wild,” he laughed. “Brazilians, man, I’m telling you. They do everything you tell them to.”

Dylan knew what was coming and why he was doing that. Logan had some kind of comfort on knowing that he could affect the man when talking about Ananda and he always did that when he was close. Every other time, Dylan had restrained himself because of his best friend, but this time she wasn’t there and they weren’t dating anymore. If Logan said one more thing, he was going to act.

It didn’t take longer than five minutes. Logan was already laughing and bragging about his sexual encounters with the girl once again, his eyes moving to the group of men behind him every now and then, making sure they were listening to everything he was saying.

“Maybe you should have a little more respect,” he heard from behind him, a firm hand clasping on his shoulder rather forcefully, but didn’t back down.

“Oh?” he smirked at Dylan, his head tilting back and looking at the man from upside down. “O’Brien, man, didn’t see you there,” Logan laughed. “It’s been a while.”

Dylan squinted his eyes, choosing not to enter whatever game the other man was playing and said nothing.

“Oh, come on. You can’t be mad at me after all these years,” Logan chuckled. “You can’t get over the fact that the girl chose me over you?”

“I wasn’t aware there was a competition,” Dylan limited himself to say, his face still pulled in a frown.

“Oh, but you see,” Logan smiled and turned in his seat, his front now facing Dylan. “There was a small thing I like to call ‘Win yourself a girl’ and you lost, my friend,” he finished dramatically, his army of friends laughing along adding fuel to the burning hatred Dylan was boiling inside of him. “You can’t be mad at me for scoring the slut, O’Brien. I was going to play dirty to get that hot ass.”

And that was when Dylan felt himself pulling back his arm only to slam it back against Logan’s nose, his fist curled up in a ball, blood oozing out of the other guy and splattering against his shirt. What followed next was a ruckus of chairs being scrapped against the floor and bodies getting up, trying to understand what was going on.

Logan, from the floor, held his nose with both of his hands, tears prickling in his eyes as he tried to understand where he was and what had happened.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, his voice completely muffled by his hands. “Are you fucking crazy, O’Brien? You’re this mad about some whore? You’re too butthurt she didn’t sit on your dick?”

What followed next was a blur of bodies launching at one another, Dylan hitting Logan one more time before one of his gigantic friends pulled him off, hitting him on the lips, a cut busting open almost immediately, which made Tyler and his friends dive into the mess that was going on, fists flying everywhere, occasionally hitting something or someone.

It took four of the securities men to break them apart, Dylan holding Logan’s shirt in his hands as he went for another punch, hoping to crack the asshole’s skull open, but he came into contact with nothing but air, as a big man pushed him away, yelling at both groups to get the hell out of the pub and never come back.

“Damn, Dylan,” Thomas gasped out, his British accent echoing down the empty street as he tried to calm his erratic breathing. “What the hell was that?”

But Dylan couldn’t answer anything. He was still too furious about everything he had heard, his hands still shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He couldn’t believe he had done it. For the first time in his life, he had been in a fight and, hadn’t him been stopped, he was pretty sure he would’ve beaten the crap out of Logan. There wasn’t a hint of regret on him, the jackass deserving everything that happened to him and maybe more.

Tyler groaned at his side. “Fuck, man. Let is gonna kill me,” he said as he looked at his reflection on a shop window. His jaw was severely bruised, a big purple on his eyes and some swollen lip. That was far from the quiet night he was hoping on having.

The doorbell was ringing unceasingly, waking up not only the owners of the apartment but also some of the other people living on the same floor, much to Dylan’s annoyance. He didn’t need anyone peeking through their doors and seeing him and Tyler all bruised and looking like they had just taken the worst beat ever. They were winning the fight.

The door finally opened, the light from the living room illuminating the hallway, making the two of them presentable to a very frightened Ananda, who had taken in their appearance and closed her hand over mouth, trying to contain a loud gasp. From behind her, it was possible to see a distressed Let, her eyes widening in worry as she looked at her disheveled boyfriend and imagined what had happened.

Tyler walked into the apartment, not even waiting to be asked him, and plopped down the couch, his head resting against the back of it as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Dylan, on the other hand, was still waiting by the door frame, his eyes searching for Ananda’s who could only look back at him not understanding what was going on, worry flooding her system.

She took hesitant steps forwards, her hands slowly reaching out for Dylan, waiting for him to flinch. When he didn’t, she grabbed his hands and pushed him into her, her arms closing around his middle in a tight embrace, feeling his calm heartbeat against her ear.

“What happened?” she asked slowly, her head tilting back in order to give him a better look, but all she found was a lack of response from him, his eyes set on Tyler, as if telling him to keep his mouth shut. “What happened, Dylan?” When he didn’t say anything, the girl turned to Tyler, her eyes pleading for an answer.

The man sighed, looked at his girlfriend and then at his friend before shaking his head. “We had a run in with Logan and some of his friends.”

Ananda blinked a couple of times before turning to Dylan, her eyes squinted at him as he tried his best to avoid her gaze.

“Logan Hersey?” she asked, but she already knew the answer to that question. There was only one Logan that could provoke such primal instincts on Dylan. “Oh, please tell me you didn’t have a fight with Logan Hersey, Dylan.”

She looked furious and rightfully so. She had lost count of how many times she had asked him to forget about that guy and ignore everything he had to say, but, apparently, she was asking for too much.

“I can’t believe you fucking had a fight with him,” she was fuming, her arms no longer wrapped around him as she paced around the living room, looking at him as she tried to give sense to why he had acted that way. “I told you to not pay attention to anything he has to say, Dylan, that he’s an asshole and wants to get a reaction out of you, but do you fucking listen to me?” Her accent was all over the place now, becoming too thick when she was mad about something and all he could think about was how he found that beautiful. He was screwed.

“He was talking shit about you!” he shouted back, his brain finally being able to function. “I wasn’t going to let him say those things, you know?”

“Oooh,” she laughed sarcastically. “My knight in a shining armor. I don’t fucking care, Dylan! For all I care, he could say that I’m a fucking whore and I wouldn’t mind. Because I don’t mind what his friends think of me, ok? I mind about what you think of me.”

“Well, I care when people talk shit about you, Ananda. Fuck!” Dylan let out, his shoulders relaxing as he walked up to her, grabbing the girl by her arms to make her stop walking around. “I hate it when I have to hear anything bad about you. And it killed me to hear him talking about you like you were a disposable thing,” he took a deep breath, his eyes finally looking into hers. “Fuck, I care way too much about you to let anyone say those kind of things when I’m around, ok? You have a problem with it? Deal with it, because I won’t stop caring about you or about what people say about you.”

The girl stood there, frozen on her spot, her eyes gazing the man in front of her, her thoughts way too confused to think of anything else to say. Of course he would care, he was his best friend, but there was something else lingering between them and she could feel it. She could see it in the way his chest was raising and falling as his breath came out in large puffs of air, the way he was holding her down and looking at her, almost begging for her to understand his reasoning. It was more than what she had bargained for. It went completely beyond their friendship, the platonical feelings they had for each other. Those were long gone now and there was only this vibrant new feeling between them; stronger, burning hotter than ever before.

What broke them apart was Tyler coughing from the couch, reminding them that they weren’t alone. It was possible to see Let rolling her eyes at him before grasping his hands and pushing him down the hall leading to the rooms, annoyance written all over her face as she tried her best to not hit him on the head.

Ananda sighed, her eyes casting down, seeing the bruised knuckles on Dylan’s hand, slowly reaching for them and softly tracing the outline of the wounded skin.

“Does this hurt when I touch it?” she mumbled.

“Just a little bit,” he said with a small chuckle, trying his best to not make a face and betray his words.

“Liar,” she smiled. “I��d hate to see the other guy.”

“Oh, he ended up looking horrible,” he laughed and shrugged, his eyes falling on hers once more.

“Come on,” she tugged on his right hand. “I need to clean your knuckles and cut lip.”

The way to the kitchen was short, but they never let go of each other, not even when Ananda had to open the refrigerator to grab a package of frozen carrots so Dylan could put it on his black eye, or when she had to reach for the top shelf in the cabinet, where she stored the first-aid kit. It caused a little trouble, but neither of them thought about disconnecting their fingers.

“It’s gonna sting,” she said after a while, turning to him with a piece of cotton soaked in antiseptic, right after cleaning the cuts with distilled water. “But you’re gonna be fine.”

The first reaction he had was to close his eyes and wait for the contact that was to come, internally flinching at the pain that was to come. He had done that countless times to a huge variety of animals that came into the clinic, but never had it done to himself, at least not when he was a grown up and after a fight. But he soon learned that he didn’t have to worry about it. Ananda’s touch was so gentle, almost like a caress and the small stinging sensation on his lips was nothing he couldn’t endure.

Almost as soon as it started, it was over. Dylan opened his eyes and came in contact with a void, his good eye trying to find the girl that was in front of him not even a second before, only to find her throwing away everything she had used on him.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He didn’t know why he had, but the atmosphere around them seemed so peaceful that he didn’t want to disrupt it.

“Thank you for defending my honour,” she smiled poking his cheek slowly, making sure she didn’t hit his cut lip or his eye.

“I would do that anytime.”

And maybe it was the calm air around them, or the overwhelming feeling of doing something that pressed at his chest, but Dylan found himself leaning in to the girl, his eyes holding her stare, trying to find any sign of reluctance on them, but when didn’t find any, he finally closed the distance between them, his lips pressing hers in a tender way, not moving as if too afraid it was just a dream and he would wake up without her.

It was Ananda who moved first, her lips slowly sliding against his in a slow kiss, her skin prickling and tingling at the sensation of his chapped lips moving against her soft ones, his hands holding her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. It was all a new feeling, something neither of them had ever felt, not even with the shy kiss they had shared in the laundry room.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands running up and down his hair, something she had always wanted to do, involuntarily pushing him harder against her, their lips pressing with more force, making Dylan whimper and pull back.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she bit her lower lip, her eyes scanning his face for any indication of pain.

“It’s fine,” he chuckled and pecked her lips one more time. “But maybe we should lay back on the harsh kisses.”

She smiled, her eyes cast down, her cheeks in a pink hue as she thought about his words. It meant there was more to come, it meant he wanted more from her.

“So where does that leave us?” she mumbled, a bit scared of knowing what his answer was going to be.

“Where do you want it to?” he asked back, his eyes sparkling in the flourescent light of the kitchen, but there was something else too. Hope. “Because I’m right where you are, baby.”

Ananda decided she liked the way the pet name rolled off his tongue and reached her ears. She liked being called that and the fact that he was the one to call her that.

“Are you sure you want this to happen?” she asked cautiously, a glint of mischief on her eyes. “I mean, the World Cup is almost upon us and you know how crazy I get over football.”

“First,” Dylan chuckled. “It’s soccer. Second, I think I can handle you being a little crazy.”

“It’s football because you play it with your feet,” she sassed. “Take it from the girl who comes from the country with 5 titles,” she winked.

The past two hours had been a rollercoaster of emotions, with people screaming at the TV, offenses thrown at the ref and popcorn flying everywhere. Ananda had her head pressed against Dylan’s chest, her eyes closing every now and then, too perplexed with everything going on, too saddened to see her beloved team struggle. It wasn’t what she imagined that would happen and she wanted to just curl up in a ball and cry her eyes out.

“Do something, Dyl!” she mumbled against his yellow jersey, the five green stars taunting her mockingly.

“What do you want me to do, babe?” he murmured back, his hands stroking her back and caressing her head.

“Get on the field, do something!”

Dylan could only shield her eyes from the TV, shaking his head at her as he tried to think of ways to cheer her up. He had seen her upset over a game, yes. Mad and pissed off too, but never this sad. It was like the other team was a horde of Dementors sucking her soul away and all the happiness the bubbly girl once had.

And then the ref blew the whistle and the air around everyone stopped, no sound coming out of anyone, except for the TV, loud cheers coming from it, but it was the wrong color celebrating.

A wave of red chanted at the top of their lungs, their screams only meaning they had done the unthinkable: they had beat the odds and smashed the team that was seen as the favorite one, crushing the dreams on 200 million people, Ananda included.

All eyes turned to her, hers glued to a point behind the TV set, her frame frozen on the spot, her face stuck on a horror expression. It couldn’t be possible. She was having a nightmare and she was going to wake up any minute now, at the comfort of her own bed without her hopes being left down, because it just couldn’t be.

The girl felt everyone looking at her, their breaths held as they waited for her to say anything, an outburst of any kind, but they only met a complete void, she was just petrified. It was like all her blood had turned cold and her mind buzzed, replaying all the last two hours of her life.

And it was then that the tears came; all at the same time, leaving her eyes like a waterfall glistening under the sunlight, cascading down her face and washing away all the yellow and green makeup she was wearing, her hand reaching her mouth trying to contain the sobs that threatened to come out of her. Her whole body was shaking, fighting back the urge of shamelessly crying in front of all her friends over something as silly as soccer.

Only it wasn’t just that to her. It was a long desired wish, something she wanted so bad to happen, to claim as her own, but now it was out of their reach. Once more, Brazil’s national team had disappointed her and it seemed unfair, because this year they were playing way better than in 2014 and they couldn’t reach as far as they had before. And everything sucked.

She felt herself being pulled against her boyfriend, her face hidden in the jersey she had bought for him, her makeup smearing on the fabric, not a care given as he cradled her in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, trying his best to make her forget all about it.

Slowly, everyone seemed to vanish, their steps echoing around the small apartment, some even walking out of the place and into their own houses until there was only Ananda and Dylan in the once packed living room, the TV turned off, flags and horns abandoned serving as a reminder of what happened not even 15 minutes before.

“This is so ridiculous,” she mumbled, her hands running over her eyes, wiping away the tears and glitter on her face. She probably looked like a mess at the moment and she cringed at the thought of anyone seeing her like this.

“Oh, come on,” Dylan smiled. “It wasn’t that bad. So you cried because your team lost. Mine wasn’t even qualified.”

“That’s because your team sucks, mozi,” she grunted, a long sigh echoing around the room as she stared ahead, thinking about all the missed opportunities of scoring a single goal and buy some more time into the competition.

“Now, we welcome you into our home and that’s how you thank us?” he poked her side, trying to sparkle a laugh out of her. “That’s not nice,” he tried one more time.

She looked at him and laughed a little bit, but a small tear rolled from her left eye, stopping on her cheek as Dylan reached out and wiped it, holding her face in a sweet way.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he said sincerely. “You know that if I could, I would do something, right?”

Ananda smiled at him and nodded. He had been nothing but supportive of her during that half of a month, not caring if she was a little over the top or when she started to curse in Portuguese at everything. Soccer brought her ugly side and she knew that, she was just glad he didn’t mind it.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

“Me?” he scrunched up his face in doubt, holding back a smile when she poked his face.

“Yeah, you,” she laughed.  

“That’s because you make me want to be the best.”

And that was nothing but the truth. While they were just getting started on that relationship, there was nothing they wanted more than to be the best versions of themselves for the other. Much more than when they were friends, and much more each new day.

They had, unknowingly, been reaching for that ever since her birthday when they first overstepped the boundaries of friendship and turned it into something else. Because, suddenly, they weren’t just friends who knew everything about each other. Suddenly they were something else, something that craved more and more of each other each day and while it scared them, making them - mostly Ananda - put barriers between their new found feelings and what was to come, it also made them realize that they were never just friends. They could never be just friends.

And it was in the light of the sun streaming through the window on that very sad yet very happy day, that they finally saw how much they meant to each other and how much they had missed all those years.

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I’ll Be Watching You - Stiles Stilinski

A/N: I wrote this for @disbestiles song writing challenge. My song selection was Every Breath You Take by the Police and my character was ***. I placed the character’s name in the story, it’s up to you to find out who it is. Send me an ask when you figure it out :). Don’t forget the Easter eggs (only one in this fic if you don’t count the name) This is pretty dark and twisty but I had fun writing it and I know I said I was gonna post Mine part 2 but I was super inspired and I wanted to get to it as soon as possible! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you @avadakedabitch for proofreading! anddd thank you @itsbilescallmebiles for getting me hyped about writing this and for the HONEST feedback lol, ily. ALSO thank you @disbestiles for organising this challenge, I’m super glad to have participated, congrats again :) Feedback is always appreciated (good or bad)(but nice)(stay civil y'all)

Summary: A broken man wanders through Brooklyn with one destination in mind, where to?

Warnings: ANGST, stalking kind of, pretty dark and twisted, a teeny tiny bit of smut (vague and brief), I think cursing? and alcohol. Did I mention angst? Read at your own risk…

Word Count: 2,7 K (pretty short whoops)

Many people were already asleep, it was pretty late after all. The light sound of water leaking out of a pipe and landing on the wet and dirty street could barely be heard over the loud jazz music coming from the piano bar just a couple of houses down. The only people in the street were dancing strangers, happily swaying their hips to the sultry sax under a star-speckled dome and the lone man, walking slowly down the road, his hands in his pockets and his head covered with his dark hood. His foot made the water ripple as he stepped in a small puddle, but he didn’t seem fazed in the least by the sudden dampness in his shoe. His gait was calm but determined, he knew where he was going, the way to the destination in his mind clear as day. Every stop sign, every bump on the street, every sidewalk, every inch of the concrete platform across which he walked, he seemed to have memorized them all; it was obvious it wasn’t the first time he’d gone down this road.

As the hooded man walked past a black Audi, the loud sound of music seeped from inside the car and his cool and composed expression quickly turning to a shaken one. Shrugging it off, he kept going, looking back just once.

In through the bedroom window pour the pinkish rays of sun, drawing beautiful shadows on the wall opposite her. She’s sitting in front of him, her back lying against the endless amount of yellow and white pillows on her lumpy bed. Her pink lips curl into a smile as her favorite song starts to play and she laughs out loud when he starts singing along. The sunlight flashes against her rosy cheeks and her splendid blue eyes sparkle as they gaze at him, time seems to stop when she lowers her eyes and blushes. Her delicate fingers fiddle with the bed covers and he holds out his hand, wanting physical contact between them, she shakes her head and dissolves into giggles when he fakes a pout. As she starts to speak with the softest voice he’s ever heard, he thinks to himself; “This is happiness.”

Eventually, the man turned a corner but then slowed down when he saw someone up ahead, obviously, he wanted to be alone, to be left in his misery and anger. It was simmering in his head and in the darkest and deepest part of him, anticipating the moment when it could finally resurface and blow up. He heard a train passing above him on the elevated railway tracks but didn’t bother looking up, he just stopped walking. His fingers curled around a small object in his back pocket and he took out a bright green lighter. Out of his other pocket came a pack and he sniffed lightly as he drew out one thin cigarette, placing it carefully between his lips and bringing the lighter up to it. Click. Inhaling deeply, smoke filled his lungs and he coughed slightly, still not quite fully back into his previous habits. He exhaled and stared ahead, watching a few cars pass by, occasionally honking at him for standing in the middle of the street. He didn’t even glance at the drivers, instead opting for giving them an exasperated sigh as if they were the ones in the wrong. As he resumed his footsteps, a low rumble coming from above made him lift his head up and he immediately felt a single drop of water land on his forehead. Bringing up a finger to his head in order to wipe it off, the man felt another and again the sky grumbled loudly. He shrugged slightly and kept walking, watching thin lines of water start falling from the stars and land on the ground beneath him.

Clouds cover the sky. They’re sitting on the humid grass in Central Park, there aren’t many people there. Tiny spots of blue occasionally peak through the thick duvet above them and the birds aren’t singing, all hidden away in the trees, confused by the lack of sunlight. The autumn wind blows through her hair and she laughs heartedly when orange and brown leaves get tangled in her blonde mane. He desperately tries to get one particularly hard-to-get leaf out of her smooth streaks and she makes fun of his lack of skill, throwing her head back and exclaiming. He grins and pushes her back, quickly covering her body with his and he nuzzles his nose in her neck, breathing in the sweet scent he’s come to crave. Making his slightly chapped lips dance across her pearly white skin, he grips her waist with his right hand and caresses her gorgeous face with the other. She smiles at him and he deeps in to kiss her when suddenly he feels droplets of water on the back of his neck; it’s started to rain. She makes a joke which makes him smirk at her and ignoring the rain that slowly starts to accelerate its descent, he passionately kisses her, immediately making her moan as she feels the tiniest prickles from his stubble on her chin and cheeks. They melt together in the pouring rain, forgetting the world that surrounds them.

“Zach, careful!” exclaimed a woman in the passenger seat of the car that swivelled just at the right moment, avoiding a crash with the man ignoring yet another honk. He moved forward, digging his hands in his pockets and pursing his lips tighter so the cigarette between them didn’t budge. He inhaled and exhaled a few times, slowly falling back into his addiction all over again, letting the smoke surround and embrace him in a way he hadn’t been for a long time, too long. Entering a new street, a busier one, where cabs and loud cars and people talking about meaningless things ruled, he remembered how much he despised them, how much he despised them all. His hatred for this hypocritical society, his hatred for how this awful and cruel world they live in corrupts every beautiful thing in the palm of his hand, his hatred for injustice and people with no morals, he bathed in it, he fed off of this anger and pain. That was what he was reminded of as he watched the disgusting people of Brooklyn he used to love.

Yellow and blue fireworks erupted in the night sky and it startled him as he walked onto the sidewalk, almost making him trip over a homeless woman sitting up against the wall of a shop and he groaned as she weakly lifted a little paper cup in his direction. He shook his head angrily and she backed away a little, a nervous and retreated expression on her dirty and wrinkled face. Ignoring her quiet moans and whimpers, he pushed past the crowd of turtle-resembling pedestrians and kept going. He didn’t feel bad for her, it was her fault. In this world, the world he’d come to detest with every fiber of his being, good and patient people were never rewarded, they were abandoned, left to their own resources. If she really wanted to have a shot at a life, she was going to have to grow a pair, that was the only thing that ever worked; hurting others and breaking promises. Almost completely drenched, the young man slipped under someone else’s umbrella and smirked. Walking at the same pace as his companion, he dragged his feet against the cold and wet concrete beneath him, eventually pulling out his hand and holding the last of his cigarette between his long and calloused fingers. He stopped and abandoned his umbrella neighbor in order to press the butt of his guilty pleasure against the front wall of a 7-Eleven, putting out tiny embers. He glanced at the shop itself and gulped down the emotion that threatened to rise.

Small clocks of various shapes and colours hanging on the white wall above the cashier’s desk all strike 1 when the pair enters the shop hand-in-hand. She’s wearing a knee-length red dress and white slippers, he’s wearing a disheveled tuxedo with an untied bow hanging around his neck. They’re both snickering about something and she leads him to the back of the shop where she picks out a bottle of vodka and starts giggling furiously. He trips over his own foot and they erupt in a roar of laughter, disrupting the cashier’s once peaceful sleep. As he struggles to get up, she giggles, walks up to him and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in close in order to drunkingly kiss him, letting the bottle of alcohol slip from between her fingers and land on the floor with a crash. The cashier jumps from his seat and starts yelling at them for making a mess in his shop but neither of them notice as she slips her tongue in her lover’s mouth and moans against his lips, making his heart swell and thump in the confines of his chest. When she pulls back to breathe and steady herself, she notices the angry owner of the 7-Eleven and she stares at him with wide eyes before grabbing her boyfriend’s hand and running towards the exit. The short and bald man runs after them but the young man in a tuxedo whirls around and notices an obscene pile of Kit-Kats on his right. Grabbing a fistful of the candy, he throws it in the owner’s direction and the blonde holding his hand shrieks and dissolves in a fit of giggles before pulling him out of the shop.

He snapped out of his daze and shook his head lightly before resuming his walk in the direction of an alley. Leaving the large and busy avenue through which he had just been, he took a left and immediately was greeted by tranquil silence and emptiness. He sighed loudly and straightened his back before burying his hands back into his pockets and looking up, his pace uninterrupted. The stars were gorgeous that night, he didn’t know whether it was his melancholic state that made the sky feel so attractive or if it really was as breath-taking as it seemed but he wanted to be up there, he wanted to drown in the dark blue ocean that was the night sky of New York, he wanted to forget all of the pain, anger and regret flowing through his veins. He wanted to forget her. It was his only desire really, to be able to erase her from his memories, from his past, but it was impossible. The sheer acknowledgement of that fact made his heart quake and legs tremble. But he ignored it, he had to. Facing his emotions, facing the brutal reality that had haunted him for the past six months was too much, and thinking about it only made it worse; it felt like dying. In the corner of the alley, standing in the shadows was a woman dressed in a leopard print dress that only went down to her mid-thigh and knee-high black leather boots. The woman wearing the most vulgar makeup he had ever seen approached him and catcalled which riled him up a little. He stared dead on and refused to meet the eyes of the prostitute calling out for him, focusing on the end of the dark pathway.

Lying on top of her, he feels her writhing beneath him, digging her nails in his lower back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, occasionally groaning when he reaches a certain pace. He places wet kisses along her collarbone and nibbles on her earlobe as she reaches her high, holding her close against his sweaty body and feeling her heart beat a hundred miles an hour against his. He slows down and she breathes against his chest, clinging to him in order to keep from spiraling; he presses his head against hers and smiles at her.

Covering her sleeping body with the bed sheets, he slips on a pair of boxers and walks into the kitchen, the only source of light coming from the moon in the summer night sky. It’s gorgeous out, a slight cool breeze seeps in through the cracked open window and he breathes in and out deeply before sitting himself down and opening up the laptop on the kitchen table. Clicking on the email button and getting ready to type a message for his father, he realizes the user isn’t him and he quickly tries to change accounts. The words “Yes baby” make him pause and he looks down at the email, it’s hers. He glances back at the ajar bedroom door and furrows his brow before clicking on the email and reading it. His breath stops when he reads the words that make his entire world crash before him. No words can escape his mouth when he shuts the laptop and tries to make sense of what he’s just seen. She couldn’t have, right?

His fast pace went to a halt when he reached number 35, the red-bricked building standing tall and proud on the corner of the empty street. Above him, a wide window with its yellowish curtains drawn. He looked up at it and noticed that the lights were still on, she was awake. In front of his drenched and tired figure stood a beautiful red car and he laughed spitefully, taking in the hurtful information. He nodded and pursed his lips together then suddenly sent his fist flying onto the cold and wet metal, immediately letting out a choked sob and falling to the ground, ignoring the feeling of dirty rainwater coating his legs.

Angry tears streamed down his face as he stared down at the ground, nursing his injured hand with the other and forcing himself to breathe in and out. He leant his back against the car and stopped to think. She was in there, with the man she had used to break him. She was in there right now, probably eating Chinese food with her new lover, watching her favorite show with him, cracking jokes and looking like a modern-day Aphrodite. She was in there, living the life she was supposed to be living with him. She had taken a hammer and smashed his heart to pieces, she had destroyed him and his humanity, she had changed him forever and she was in there, pretending that he had never meant anything to her, pretending that it didn’t matter. She was a monster, she was the most beautiful, most manipulative, sweet and cruel angel he had ever had the misfortune of meeting, she was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, but still his heart ached for her. He had loved her, with every cell in his body, with every speck of himself, he had loved her. He still did.

Picking himself off the slippery street, he looked up at the window again and saw the silhouette of the girl who constantly haunted his dreams. As far as he could tell, she was getting ready for bed. He could barely make out the long mane cascading down her shoulders and it made his lips quiver.

Why was he out here and not in there with her? And what kind of cruel joke was this? Why was the universe only giving him a glimpse of her? It wasn’t enough, she was too far, he neede-Oh wait. Behind her, there was another figure, it was a man, that much was clear. The broken man standing on the curb saw him take off her shirt. He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

He had.

Desperation and sadness soon succumbed to sheer anger and he looked away, fury burning in his amber-colored eyes. As his gaze went from the window to the car, malice poked at his insides and he smirked cruelly. He wasn’t a part of her life anymore, she had made sure of that and he missed it, being present in her thoughts, in her heart, he wanted to know that she would be reminded of him every day. And so forgetting himself and everything he had once been, destroying the brilliant, kind and compassionate man his friends and family had known once and for all, he took out his keys and brought them up to the shiny red car. Scraping away every last inch of dignity he had left, he breathed out and looked at his masterpiece. She would remember him for sure now, and she would never forget him.

I’LL BE WATCHING YOU

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YAAAAAY I’M WITH 600 FOLLOWERS! 

First I want to say thank you for each you that follow and share with me our content ♥ You’re the best and I love the time that I passed with you guys, it’s always funny and relaxing. I began at Tumblr writing on a challenge and it was an amazing experience so not fairer that I'm doing one for all of you have this opportunity too. It will be a SONGWRITING CHALLENGE!

How will it work: I chose some songs for you to choose and write a fic or a Drabble for Dylan + characters or Teen Wolf + Actors and characters. It’s pretty simple and the only reason here it’s to be FUN! Even if you’re a small blog I want to see you writing something, ok?!

Some rules to keep our sanity and organization: 

Send me an ask telling me which song you chose and which character

The fic/drabble has to be named by the name of the song.

Reblog this post (optional, but it’s better if more people know about it)

Follow me (if you want to, of course)

Tag me so I can read it

Tag it as #disbestilessongchallenge

Every entry must be uploaded until 25th July  (but I open to negotiating lol)

Can have more than one blog per song but the more songs you choose the better.

In the end, I’ll include all the stories in a special place in my masterlist for always share in my blog. 

Songs to choose from:

Babe by Sugarland feat Taylor Swift

Too Good At Goodbyes by Sam Smith

Gravity by Against the Current

Better Now by Post Malone

English Love Affair by 5sos

IDGAF by Dua Lipa

Girls like you by Maroon 5 feat Cardi B

Bad Reputation by Shaw Mendes

Cryin’ by Aerosmith

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Miss You by Louis Tomlinson

These are the Lies by The Cab

Oops by Little Mix

Seeing Blind by Niall Horan

There’s nothing holdin’ me back by Shaw Mendes

The Great Divide by Rebecca Black

Blood Like Gasoline by Against the Current

Wild Heart by The Vamps

A.D.I.D.A.S by Little Mix

Hey Jude by The Beatles 

Something Just like This by The Chainsmokers 

Girls on TV by The Vamps

High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco

Shout About it by The Vamps

Secret Love Song by Little Mix

Versace On the Floor by Bruno Mars

Here we go again by Demi Lovato

Animals by Maroon 5

Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran

Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

Never be Alone by Shaw Mendes

Love Drunk by Little Mix 

Risk It All by The Vamps

You can listen to the playlist with all these songs here. 

So, that’s it! I try to pick old/new songs and let this thing pretty diverse for everyone! Can’t wait to read your stories and thank you so much for follow me and make this possible ♥ Love you guys, byeeee

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Cryin’ - Stiles Stilinski

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Exhibit from my fanfic ‘Memory Lost’ rewritten and edited for the imagine / Downtown by Allie-X

No Warnings + feedback is appreciated

Everything was tragic, everything was always tragic in Beacon Hills.

To cut it all short, Y/n had powers, powerful powers, from the entity that created it all, Chaos, but her sworn enemy, a nymph named Thelxinoe had similar powers, if not more powerful.

To beat her and stop her from killing everyone she had to put herself at the same level, she succeeded to do so, but she had to protect everyone, she cut all ties with everyone, and when the time came, the war began, not without consequences.

A war between two mythical creatures, she didn't know if she would make it alive, but her enemy wouldn't, she was sure of that.

The fight was tough, very tough, she had to make her creator, Chaos, take back the powers she thoughtlessly gave to each and every of her 'creations’ to avoid situations like this.

But by doing so, she lost a big part of what made her, her.

Her identity was broken, she didn't who she was anymore, now that she didn't have her powers she never realized how important they were.

She was rejecting every aspect of her life before she lost her powers, her friends, and her boyfriend, Stiles, it was so much worse for him.

At every attempt he made at talking to her, she kept claiming she needed time and space.

It was at her father's and Malia's funeral, the same day, he tried to talk to her before the ceremony but she ignored him, it was a day to mourn, not to talk. At least to her.

She stayed longer, everyone left except her, staying on Malia's gravestone, she felt like she needed to apologize again and again if Malia wasn't so stubborn she would be alive.

He waited, lying on the hood of his baby blue Jeep, dressed in black, his eyes focused on the ground.

He heard footsteps so he immediately looked up and saw her, arms crossed on her chest, also dressed in black, eyes red from crying.

He stood up straight, and his eyes met hers.

She stopped walking when she was in front of him, tightening her arms around herself.

He was about to speak when she cut him off.

“Listen, Stiles, I know how desperately you want us to be together, but please, please, be patient with me. I need to be with myself, I need to get myself back, and I know you want to help me, but this, I need to do it alone. Please, be patient, I'm not asking you to understand, I'm asking you to give me space and time.” She whispered softly with pleading eyes and her shaky voice.

He had to agree, he had to say he would.

So, she spent weeks away from her friends, not away-away, she was seeing Lydia and Scott sometimes, they were trying to get her to talk to them but she was always avoiding them.

Stiles… he was keeping an eye on her, he wasn't discreet, so of course she knew.

But she was still figuring out her feelings, how she felt about being normal, figuring out if she felt ready to go back with Stiles.

She loved him, she would always, but the loss she went through, Malia, her father and Amma.

She felt guilty, it was her fault. She killed them.

So she felt like she didn't deserve anything from Stiles, she felt like she wasn't worthy of his love.

He knew too well how she felt, he felt the same when he accidentally killed Donovan, it was self-defence but he took a life. He once felt the pain, the guilt.

But one night she was tired of being alone, she first thought of Lydia, but her heart knew exactly who she needed to see.

Leaving the place she was currently staying in, she was walking, but it was like she was a sleepwalker, her mind was spinning, thinking and thinking, without stopping.

Her feet were walking for her, and before she realised it, she was in front of Stiles’s house.

She wondered if she should come by and say hey, she was afraid he would be mad, and he could, but now that she thought of it, mad or not, she would return to him, if she walked in that house it meant she was done thinking about it, about them.

She thought about it, she was ready, she was a bit unsure of it, but deep down she was certain of it.

Closing her eyes, she let herself remember the way her skin responded to his caress, the way her body always responded perfectly well to his.

She remembered how good it felt, the warmth, the love, the intimacy, she was ready to have that.

She now knew who she was, she knew what she used to be, she knew what they were, together.

She silently walked to the front door, seeing as the kitchen's light was on and the Sheriff police car was parked, his dad was home.

She knocked, three times, and patiently waited for someone to open the door.

It was his father who did, a tired look on his face, she hadn't thought of the time, but it was pretty late.

“Y/n, I didn't expect you here, how are you?”

“Hi, Mr. Stil-,” she remembered he asked her to call him by his name, so she stopped and smiled before adding, “Noah, I'm sorry, it's late.. how are you?”

He made her a sign to come in, so she did and followed him to the kitchen, where he poured two cups of coffee for himself and her, he sipped and said, “No no, I asked you first.”

She smiled a little at him, he was just as she remembered, “Good, I'm alright.”

“It's nice to hear that, really.” He said, finishing his cup of coffee and taking his car keys, “Anyway, I suppose you're not here for the old man that I am, Stiles's upstairs. Tell him I left for my shift. Bye, Y/n.”

And she was alone in the Stilinski household.

Breathing in she put the cup -with some coffee left- on the table, walking up the stairs, his door was opened but he didn't seem to hear her walking to his bedroom.

When she was above his bedroom door she was able to see that he was by his desk, doing nothing, just sitting there.

Actually, she couldn't see it, but he had a picture in his hands, a picture that showed him and y/n, she

was sitting next to him, her head on his shoulder as his hand was on her thigh.

It's the sound of her voice that made him realize he wasn't alone, he put the picture back on his desk, and he slowly turned around.

There she was, just like he remembered it.

“Stiles..” she said, in a soft whisper, it seemed like there was a wall between them, someone could come in and cut the tension with a knife.

He rose on his feet, stepping up to her but not that close, “If you're here to tell me that you need space and time-..” she shook her head, her hand was opened and up as if she needed to calm the atmosphere.

“Then why are you here?” He asked, frowning, not understand exactly what was going on.

“I asked you to wait for me, to let me heal on my own, to let me put the pieces back, and I did, and, thank you for that, for respecting my choice.”

After an awkward silence he let out a shaky breath, that's when she knew he needed her, they weren't complete, yet.

It's like there was no wall between them, she threw herself in his arms, and he immediately reacted as his arms wrapped around her waist.

She was on her tiptoes to put her head in the crook of his neck, his arms tightening his grip on her to bring as close as possible, his fingers on each side of her waist, his eyes closed as he felt her warmth radiating through her jumper.

After some time the atmosphere changed a bit as she was slowly pulling away, her eyes drifting from his whiskey brown pupils to his rosy chapped lips.

Her pleading look was asking his permission to get a taste of his lips, they stayed quiet, but the look he gave her.. he stepped in, gently resting his hands on both sides of her waist as his lips softly met hers.

With a hand on his arm and the other on his side, she deepened the kiss, their tongues colliding, moving in sync.

Slowly pulling away to catch their breath she took off her sweater, throwing it on the ground, kissing him harder on the lips, he held her and walked them up to his bed.

The back of her knees hit the bed and they fell on the covers of his bed, his arm was above her head, their fingers intertwined, putting his weight on it to not crush her as he was on top of her.

His lips left hers to draw a line of kisses from her neck to her collarbone.

She let out a moan and shortly after his lips were back on hers.

Their clothes were quickly spread out on the ground, and only the Night was a witness of the love they shared for a few hours, only them could share this kind of passion.

‘Take me downtown Use my body all night Make me feel like last time Make it taste like love

Take me downtown Yours until my heart dies Give it up one last time Give it up for love’

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Animals pt. 2

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This is for @disbestiles ‘s song challenge. 

Tagging list[opened]: @brien-odylan

Warnings: mention of sex (but no smut!)

     Time passed by…

Entering their house, her back hitting the wall as they were kissing deeply, he closed the door with his foot, he pulled back just to take a look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were a beaming e/c, looking so intensely at him, she was breathing heavily, a hand on his cheek and the other around his neck.

“Dylan..” she whispered softly, pleading him.

With a smirk on he leaned in to kiss her, when their lips touched they closed their eyes, deepening the kiss as their tongue rolled perfectly against each other.

She pressed her body closer to his, he had a hand around her waist and the other was slowly going to her thigh, silently telling her to jump so he could carry them to their bedroom.

His feet carried them to the room, his hands around her thighs while they were catching their breath.

They looked at each other so intensely Dylan didn't realize they were already next to their bed, he wanted to move but his knees hit the wooden figure and the mattress, making them fall on the soft covers.

Laughs and giggles escaped their lips as Dylan was on top, moving his right hand from her thigh to place a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispered softly, getting lost in the beaming e/c of her eyes.

His compliment made her blush, she took his face in her hands and leaned in to place a delicate and tender kiss on his lips.

The kiss went from 'soft’ to ‘wild’, Dylan had to pull back, just to catch his breath again.

Feeling a bit mischievous, he lifted up her T-shirt and helped her get rid of it, without breaking eye contact he trailed a line of kisses from her lower abdomen to her neck.

Dylan was sure she could lit herself in fire from the excitement.

They were devouring each other with their eyes, impatient for the incredible night ahead of them.

He opened his eyes as the sun was slowly rising in the sky, creating a soft light in the room, above Y/n’s head.

She was breathtaking to Dylan, anywhere, anytime.

Some of her hair fell on her face moving slowly as soft snores left her mouth.

He tried not to wake her while putting the strand of hair behind her ear, smiling softly at her angelic features.

He kept looking at her sleeping, she looked so peaceful, so beautiful, his smile grew even more.

The more he looked at her, the more he realized how smitten he was.

With his previous relationships, it was totally different, he wasn't so in love, it wasn't so passionate, it wasn't so sensual and trustful.

He was glad she kissed him that day, he knew he wouldn't have been able to reveal his feelings to her, he was too shy for that, but thank God she did or he wouldn't be so happy, he knew that for sure.

He moved a little bit her arm so he could get a bit closer to her, and decided to draw random patterns on her bare skin, on her side.

After minutes of doing so, a soft smile appeared on her face, then she opened her eyes slowly, the soft color of her eyes bringing a smile on his own face.

“Good morning.” He softly whispered.

She went closer to him, his hand moving to her bare lower back, she pecked him softly on the lips.

“Good morning.” She whispered back, and went to lie her head on Dylan's chest, making him lie on his back, he wrapped an arm around her waist as she cuddled up to him more.

“You're a comfortable pillow.” She whispered softly, closing her eyes.

He knew she was going to go back to sleep, she never liked waking up early, especially on weekends.

He actually fell asleep too, lulled by her heartbeat and her breathing rhythm.

The sound of the shower woke her, she opened her eyes to see she was alone and cold.

She took the sheets and the blankets to warm up a bit, she must have slept two or three hours or more, she didn't know.

She got more comfortable on the pillows, hearing the shower being stopped, minutes later Dylan stepped out, a towel wrapped around his hips, droplets of water falling from his hair on his back and his torso.

“Mr. O’Brien.. what a wonderful view.”

He smiled widely at her remark.

“It’s only a view for m’lady, Miss Y/L/N.” He said, faking a British accent, taking what he needed in his closet and went back to change.

When the wonderful show was done, he sat next to her and kissed her temple.

Wrapping herself in the sheets she got up, aware of Dylan's glare on her, on the way to the bathroom she started to untie the cloth around her body, and before entering the room she dramatically let the fabric hit the ground, turning her head a little only to see Dylan staring at her.

He had her attention now.

“What a show you’re pulling, right now.”

She winked at him and went to shower, washing her hair then her body, rinsing it all off she stepped out, drying herself she wrapped the towel around her breasts and stepped out.

Taking everything she needed in their dressing room, she came back, naked, she had let it fall on her way back to their bedroom.

“Oh, you're such a teaser.”

“I know.”

His eyes were fully on her as she was dressing, his Adam’s apple showing more as he was swallowing his desire up.

Buttoning up her pair of jeans, she quickly brushed her hair with her fingers.

But he was controlling himself, he knew she aware of the fact that she was a beautiful woman, she had an amazing body but also a wild spirit.

While she had perfect curves, she was a genius, she was a wonderful songwriter, singer, composer, she was spectacular, in all ways, she worked so hard to do what she loved, she was so supportive, he truly felt like he found the one, but not just now, for the past twelve years.

As he was looking at her with all the love in the world, a wild thought ran its way into his brain.

I wonder what she would look like with a ring around her finger, what she would look like with a white wedding gown, twirling in his arms as they were doing their first dance as a married couple, the most beautiful smile on her face, her eyes gleaming with pure happiness.

“Earth to Dylan…” she said, moving her hand in front of his eyes, he left his daydream, looking at her.

“What were you thinking about?” She softly asked, seeing the tender smile on his lips.

His smile widened but quickly disappeared, he broke eye contact, fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh-Nothing,” he dared to look at her, and he knew she wasn’t convinced “I was thinking about you-us.”

Both of their cheeks warmed up by his revelation, she walked to sit near him on their bed, taking his hands to intertwine their fingers together.

“What did I do to deserve you?” she softly whispered, kissing the bottom of his hand.

“I could say the same thing,” he whispered back, looking at her straight in the eye, he finally started to lean in to press a soft to her lips.

“How about some breakfast?” He asked once he had pulled back, taking their hand to kiss the bottom of hers.

“Sounds good. I need to work in the studio after, though.”

They both got up to walk downstairs in their kitchen, Dylan put on some music, it was their habit of the morning, cooking while humming, singing or dancing to whatever was on;

He loved to hear her voice, it was melodic, it was her job so of course, she was good at it, but even he thought her voice couldn’t be more dangerous, she proved him wrong.

When they were done, they washed their mess, and seconds after she was gone to her studio, in the basement, it was soundproofed, she composed, wrote and sang in there.

After cleaning the pool like he said he would do for the past two weeks, he went to his office to read a script, his manager had sent it to him, so if he didn’t like the story he could say no.

He was into a dozen couple of pages in the beginning and he liked it, so he kept on reading it while going downstairs to make some coffee, he made himself cozy on the patio, his mug of hot, brewed coffee, he lightened a cigarette and kept on reading.

After some time into the script he wanted to take a little break, so he took the script, walked to the kitchen to make some tea and coffee when he was done he took the two hot cups to the studio.

When he reached the door, he could hear some music but it was very low, it’s once he opened the door, the two cups in one of his hands he could the piano very clearly.

Very quietly he closed the door behind him and it’s only then Y/n heard him, so she turned around.

“Hey.” She delicately said, a soft smile on her lips.

“Hey, I brought you some tea.”

“Oh thank you! I really needed that!”

He brought the tea to her hands and delicately pressed a kiss to her lips.

“What are you working on?” He asked while sitting on the sofa.

“My album.. but you know I can't tell too much about it, half of it is still.. ‘in need to work on’..” She sighed, sipping her tea.

“You're stuck?”

“Yeah.”

“You want some help?”

“I just need some inspiration. I don't know, it happened to me before but I handled it.. right now I just need to think of something else.. to see new things, to clear my head a little.”

“Well, let's go out tonight, you need it, we can do whatever you want to do.”

“Let's call our friends, we can do karaoke night, it’s been so long!”

“Well, it’s been… the night before we went on our first date.”

She widened her eyes, shocked that indeed, it’s been a very long time.

“It’s been that long?”

He nodded, sipping his coffee.

“Before we go, can I have one of my favorites songs sang by you?”

“Which one?” She asked, turning to put her cup of tea on top of the grand piano and to face the instrument.

“Mmmmh, you're the artist, you choose.”

She took some time to think until she started to play the piano, and then she started to sing.

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down eat you alive

Just like animals

Animals

Like animals-mals

Maybe you think that you can hide

I can smell your scent for miles

Just like animals

Animals

Like animals-mals

Baby I'm

So what you trying to do to me

It's like we can't stop, we're enemies

But we get along when I'm inside you, eh

You're like a drug that's killing me

I cut you out entirely

But I get so high when I'm inside you

Yeah you can start over you can run free

You can find other fish in the sea

You can pretend it's meant to be

But you can't stay away from me

I can still hear you making that sound

Taking me down rolling on the ground

You can pretend that it was me

But no, oh….

Two weeks after, and Dylan still had in mind the vision of Y/n in a wedding gown, a ring around her finger, he couldn't stop imagining her as his wife.

He didn't what to do exactly, he was scared, he knew Y/n wasn't fond of marriage, she once said she would marry once in her life to the good one, to that one true love.

Was Dylan the good one? Was he her one true love? She was his, that's for sure, but he was unsure of her response if he would get on his knees.

That's why he was with T-Pose on the patio of their favorite café, lost in his thoughts.

“Dude.. you’ve been staring at your cup for minutes without blinking, what's happening?”

“What do you mean? Everything's good!”

“Oh yeah? You're daydreaming nonstop! I know you, come on.”

He looked at the tattoos on his arm until he decided to finally let it out.

“I’m thinking about proposing Y/n.,” he said, his voice kind of low.

“Wait.. like.. marry her?”

“Yeah.”

“Dude, that's so cool! You two are so smitten!”

“We love each other, we already know that, but, I’m not sure.”

“Why?”

“We talked about it once and she said she would get married only if it’s with her soulmate…”

“And..? You're doubting her love?”

“No! I’m just.. what if I’m not her true love?”

“You're doubting yourself. But dude, you two are so perfect for each other, she loves you, so goddamn much. She is going to say yes. Trust me.”

As Tyler’s words made their way into his brain, he kept thinking about it.

He was feeling more confident about it, he made more sense to him, the way she was looking at him, she never looked at someone that way, the way she would smile so delicately to him, and only him.

The way she is so supportive of everything he does even she doesn't agree with him sometimes, but also their couple, how they worked so well together, they had everything of a healthy relationship, communication, respect, trust, and the most important, love.

She could say no, she had a right to refuse, but he knew they would work through it, it wouldn't be the end of their world.

“I have to buy a ring.”

He was just waiting for the moment, now, he’s been having the ring in his pocket for weeks, but he planned it all.

He invited a couple of their friends and his sister, over for Y/n’s birthday and with the heat, they had cleaned the pool and planned to do a barbecue.

All of them except him were enjoying the pool, while he was preparing the barbecue but also because he wanted to make sure the ring was safe with him.

They spend the majority of the time in the pool, when the barbecue was ready they all dried themselves and wore clean and dry clothes to drink their cocktails.

Y/n was sitting on Dylan’s lap, listening to Tyler, while he had a hand around her waist, devouring her with his eyes.

Dylan's sister, Julia, in the middle of a conversation, saw the way he was looking at her, the boy was completely smitten. It brought a smile to her lips, she was glad he had someone like Y/n, she knew they wouldn't hurt each other, they cared too much.

The moment to eat the cake and to get her presents came, so Dylan took all the gifts and the ring in a pastel violet velvet box and put them next to her cake.

She blew the candles but didn't make a wish, she was satisfied with her life, she didn't need to wish for anything.

While Dylan cut the cake she unwrapped her gifts, one by one and thanked and hugged the person after.

She kept the velvet box to unwrap it lastly, knowing it was from Dylan, she opened an envelope, recognizing Tyler’s not-so-neat handwriting.

He was crazy.

“Are you for real?”

“Yes. Very.” He answered with a big smile on his face.

“What's that?” Some of their friends asked.

Dylan knew what it was, it was a tattoo, Tyler was paying her a tattoo, he knew she would very happy, she wanted a tattoo, but she didn't know what to get, maybe with Tyler’s advice, she would get one.

He knew Y/n thought that it couldn't get crazier.

She was so wrong.

She hugged Tyler tightly, he did make her very happy.

As the only gift was Dylan's, she smiled at him, unwrapped it and opened it.

A little piece of paper was in the box, with his handwriting 'Marry me?’, and just under it lied a thin ring made in silver with three little stones, diamond, emerald, and amethyst.

Her smile dropped as shock made its way onto her face.

She looked up, expecting to find Dylan on his seat, next to her, but he was on his knee, he took the ring from the box.

“Y/n Y/L/N, I’m way too anxious to do the romantic speech where I tell you, you have the most pretty eyes, your smile melts my heart, your presence highlights my day, so I’m just asking you. Will you marry me?”

She brought her hands to her mouth, and some translucent pearls appeared in her eyes.

“Oh my God, Dylan.” She whispered.

“So, Will you make me the happiest man ever by marrying me?”

Waiting for her answer felt like waiting forever, but when the syllabus left her lips, he was the happiest man ever.

“Yes.”

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Hi! I’d love to participate in the writing challenge! I think I want to do Every Breath You Take by the Police and my character will be Stiles. Thank you so much for this idea it’s very cool! And congratulations ❤️

hiiiii V! Thank you so much! I’m glad to see you participating in the challenge! The song is yours!  ♥

[disbestiles-blog]

hey! I wanna do your writing challenge. I’d like to do Oops by Little Mix with Dylan

hiii lucy! thank you so much ♥ it’s great to have you writing for my wc! I saw your post about making a challenge when you reach 500 and I want to be tagged when you do it!

[disbestiles-blog]

Hey! Could I enter your challenge please? I'd like Animals and I'll write for Scott. I'll be posting on @tailsbeth-writes. Congrats on reaching 600! 💛

Hiii honey! Of course, the song is yours! I’m happy that you want to participate! Thank you so much ♥

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Twin! Twin!! im so happy for you, fo reaching 600 followers!! I am going to do Stiles and Wild Heart by The Vamps! (You chose so many amazing songs that it was hard to choose!) i love you and am so proud and happy!! 💖💗💕❤️💘❣️💟💟🦋😍🧡🖤💞💚

Thank you so much twin, this wouldn’t possible if I don’t had you, love u!   ❤️ ❤️ Omg, I LOVE this song lol it’s an amazing choice and with the original boo aka Stiles????? I’m looking forward to reading!

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Babe pt. 3

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warning: none

pairing: dylan o’brien x fem!reader

word count: 3.3K

a/n: Two years later, (yes I know), I’ve finally finished the final part of this series! Like the two prior parts, this is apart of @disbestiles‘s writing challenge.  Something Just Like This pt. 1 | Animals pt. 2

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The sun was rising through the curtains of the hotel room, falling on his cheeks, the sun rays were delicately highlighting his cheekbones and his lashes.

His chest was going up and down at a slow pace as he was sleeping, her cheek resting on his shoulder as she was looking at him tenderly through her lashes.

Closing her eyes and smiling softly against his warm skin, her hand reached around his waist, her fingers gently attaching to his', her cheek moved to lie on his chest, hearing his heart beating in a steady rhythm.

She was about to fall back asleep but they heard knocks on the hotel room door, waking them.

 "Lovebirds!" Julia spoke through the door, knocking repeatedly.

 Dylan groaned, closed his eyes and made them turn to the side to bury his face in his soon-to-be wife's neck, which made her giggle.

 "Dylan, I know you're here, this is your fiancée's room, you're not supposed to be here!" 

 "Go away, Julia!" He groaned, his eyes closed, sleep still in his voice, muffled by his lips against his fiancée's warm skin.

 "Dylan!" 

 He repeated his grumbling, which made Y/n laugh even more, "You're such a big baby," she softly told him, feeling his lips move to a smile.

 "I just want five more minutes in your arms," he whispered, to which she responded by playing with his hair, massaging his scalp.

 Five minutes later Julia had made herself at home by barging in, finding the two embraced, tangled together, Dylan sleeping soundly on top of Y/n, her fingers at the base of his nape, playing with his baby hair.

 "You two are absolutely adorable, but we have to move, I'll call for your breakfast but after that, you're going back to your room Dylan, we have to get ready!" 

 He wasn't really sleeping because he quickly answered, whispering, "Thank you, Jules, you're the best." 

 Julia smiled and left the room, quickly called room service for the three of them, when the food was ready, it was up, and it immediately gave a reason to Dylan to open his eyes and move.

 Taking the tray he put it at her nightstand, handing her the cup of tea while grabbing his own cup of coffee, "First, breakfast in bed, then I'll deal with my sister," he whispered as he sat back next to his future wife.

 "Mmh, no you won't," Y/n said back, taking a sip of her tea, and put it on the nightstand, only to get closer to him.

 "And why is that?" He responded as he took a sip and as he was about to take another sip, she took his cup and put it back on the nightstand as well, giving him those mischievous eyes.

 "I know that look, you have something in mind."

 She hummed softly as if she had innocent thoughts, but she did not, while the little sound she made radiated innocence, her eyes sent a very different message, and Dylan knew it, her lips were so dangerously close to his, and her eyes were so daring.. what a woman she was. 

 "Last night wasn't enough, apparently," he muttered against her lips, his own lips turning into a smile.

 "Well, I'm still hungry," she whispered against his lips then initiated the kiss, gently, sweetly at first, but it grew up to be more eager, feeling the urgent need to breathe they had to pull away, her forehead resting against his.

 He did something she hadn't expected, his hands had cupped her thighs, and made himself on top of her, trailing down drawings of delicate kisses, starting from her jaw, up to her neck, her chest.

 Even if today was the day of their marriage, a very special day, they would take all the time in the world to make love, and that's what they did, sending one another on seventh heaven.

 Panting for breath, cuddled tightly to him, she couldn't help the smile resting on her lips until there were knocks on Y/n's hotel door, followed by Julia's voice.

"Guys, I gave you time but now you have to get ready, they're already prepping the garden, and your hairstylist should arrive soon, Y/n." 

 Dylan sighed softly, he knew that eventually, he would have to leave, so, after he kissed his fiancée's forehead he took his pair of shorts to put it back on, as Y/n put on her satin bathing robe.

 Heading towards the door he wouldn't leave her lips alone, making her giggle, when they reached it, he opened the door but not without a last kiss, murmuring against her lips, 

"Don't forget to pee,"

 "I won't now that you've reminded me," she whispered back, kissing him back.

 Julia practically had to separate them, pulling Dylan away as he just wouldn't move to his own hotel room.

His sister came back, this time with Y/n's wedding dress, as she knew that they wouldn't be able to spend a night alone, she made sure the groom wouldn't see his bride's dress.

 After a small trip to the restroom, Y/n headed towards the bathroom, getting herself ready, her hair and her body wrapped in a towel.

 She had just put on her lingerie and her satin bathrobe when Julia knocked and opened the door with her dress hidden under a black cloth, impossible for anyone to see, quickly followed by her hair and makeup artist.

 She ate her breakfast while she was getting her hair and her makeup done, or the base at least while Julia was getting ready next to her, chatting, singing songs loudly. 

 From his room Dylan could hear his sister and his future wife singing along he couldn't help the smile that appeared on his lips, the fact that he was marrying his best friend, that grew with him as years passed, as friends first and then love made its way into their hearts, it brought him such joy it was indescribable.

 He was getting ready too, styling his hair in his own usual way, not shaving, as it became a habit to let his facial hair grow but trimmed it, they both liked it better that way.

 Opening up the black cloth that hid his suit he took it out and started dressing up, nervousness starting to build up but he was mostly excited, he couldn't wait to call her his wife.

 On the other side of the corridor, a few more rooms away from Dylan, the girls had stopped singing as it was time for Y/n to put on the dress, her hair and makeup was mostly done.

 She had chosen something simple, a white dress, made in two parts, the top, similar to a corset entirely in lace with floral patterns in rose gold embroideries, fitted at her waist, the front had a very small opening of lace from her cleavage to her belly button, very thin straps on her shoulders, and the bottom, very plain, a tiny bit puffed-out.

 Then she put on her heels, again it was nothing too crazy, first, her stylist finished her makeup, as Julia finally came into the room after checking up on her little brother.

 "Dylan is going to fall in love with you all over again," She whispered, admiring the stylist's work, and indeed, he would.

  She had a warm brown to gold makeup on her lids, very lightly, the inner corners of the eyes highlighted to make them more prominent, very natural lips, and a very faint shade of pink on her cheeks, some highlight on her collarbones.

 She looked beautiful. Fairylike, absolutely breathtaking.

 "It sucks that Dylan got you first if he hadn't, I totally would have proposed to you," Julia jokingly said and the two laughed.

 "I would have said yes, but don't tell Dylan, he's gonna pout." 

 While she was getting the final touches done, they chatted until her mother and Dylan and Julia's entered the room, completely at awe at the way she looked.

 Her hair was down, cascading down her shoulders in

smooth waves, very small braids done with flowers and pearls, it was beautiful. 

 Y/n's mother was in tears, her baby was getting married today, with the one, she was her five-year-old princess who used to sing in the living room dressed as a lion, dancing around, her baby girl had grown and it was in times like those that she couldn't be more proud of her daughter, for how far she's come, the woman she became.

 She had to embrace her daughter, silently crying tears of joy. 

Of course, Dylan and Julia's mom had to embrace her too when she could, for some time she was worried by who would be sharing her son's life as he was a celebrity, he was exposed to the world even if he was discreet but as soon as they announced their relationship, she knew there was nothing to worry about, Dylan's family knew her since they were teenagers, the two were always attached by the hip.

 Soon, the time to get in the cars had come, but Dylan insisted on talking to his future wife first, and to prevent them from seeing each other, Dylan stayed on the other side of the door, as it was very slightly ajar, only their hands could go through to intertwine them.

 "Is everything okay?" Y/n asked through the door, tightening a bit her hold on his hand.

 "Yeah... I.. I just needed to be close to you for a second, I can't hold you in my arms yet but just holding your hand is enough.. it calms me down."

 She leaned her body against the door, smiling softly,

"You'll be able to hold me in your arms sooner than you think, Future Husband."

 "I like the sound of that… and Jules is being the big dork that she is to tell me I have to go.. see you very soon, I love you." 

 She had to laugh at what he said first but then she gently whispered, "I love you too, Dyl." 

 He kissed the top of her hand and let go, the door closing after, she headed towards the curtains, lift them up to the side only to see Dylan's hair getting in the car with his parents, just when Julia barged in the room.

 "We're going to leave soon, when they'll be halfway there my mom will text me, is everything good? You've got everything?" 

 "Yes, I believe."

 "You're dressed, hair and makeup are done, shoes are on too, your bouquet is already there, you decided not to have a train on your wedding dress, no... your vows?" 

 "Dylan and I agreed not to make them."

 "But..-"

 "We don't want to do it in front of everyone, and also because we know our love is precious to us, we know how much we love each other, we know every little detail there has to know about each other, it's... it's like soulmates, just the fact that we are getting married symbolizes our love," seeing Julia's puzzled face, she felt a special need to explain even if she couldn't, their love was impossible to explain.

 "I don't know how I can explain it to you.. it's... it's our love. It's us." 

 Julia's face changed from puzzled to comprehension, she kind of knew what she meant, their relationship was a mystery to many, including her, somehow, there was never any tension between them, they understood each other perfectly, they were in harmony, always.

 "No, I understand, it's... it's you and Dylan, it's always been like this, the two of you, attached by the hip, inseparable, it's like a two-for-one thing, I get it. And I couldn't be more proud of you and my brother... truly." 

The two shared a smile almost tearing up but suddenly Julia's phone rang, it was her mother, letting them know that they could leave, as they were halfway there.

 After that phone call Y/n could barely remember what Julia told her or what road they were taking, the tension was building up, she had completely zoned out, thinking of so many things at the same time.

 She wasn't doubting Dylan but herself, what if when she walked towards him she would ridicule herself by falling, or she would stutter? Or she would freeze, unable to say a word? 

 Panic was obviously painted on her face, which alarmed her mother and Julia quickly.

It seemed insane for her to be panicking, she was a singer, she went on tours around the globe, meeting her fans with ease, and now that it's her wedding, with their family and close friends only, she was anxious?

 Her mother accompanied her to an empty room, not far from where Dylan was, for her to calm down, but she knew what she needed, him.

 "I have to see him, Mom, I have to see him," Y/n almost begged, her breathing rhythm quickening a bit.

 "The ceremony is about to start, sweetheart, it's going to be okay." 

 "No, I..- I need to see him, Mom! I..-" 

 "Okay, I'll bring him in, breathe in and out, it's going to be okay." 

 In a matter of minutes, he entered the room, his eyes shut to not see his future wife, her mother guiding him, and as soon as she saw him she let out a breath of relief, and walked quickly towards him, her heels clicking on the floor.

 When she was close enough she immediately intertwined their fingers together, she instantly felt better, they waited for them to be alone to speak.

 "Your mom came to see me looking a bit panicked, is everything okay?" He asked gently, tightening his hold on her fingers, having difficulties to keep his eyes shut, as he wanted one thing desperately, to get lost in her eyes and embrace her in his arms.

 "It was my time to panic, I.. I need your presence too, it calms me down," she whispered against his mouth, a smile making its way on their lips.

 His response was simple, he was about to initiate a kiss, he wanted to kiss her lips so bad, but she put her fingers on his mouth, stopping him, “You’ll have to wait a bit for that,” 

 He breathed out in annoyance, and she removed her hand from his lips "I’ll see you in a few minutes, and I'll finally be able to look at you... and kiss you… this is torture." 

 She laughed, kissed the bottom of his hand and let it go, "See you in ten, my soon-to-be husband." 

 He left her room, smiling softly at himself, seeing his mother, his sister and his father walking towards him, making sure everything is okay.

 After he reassured them, the ceremony could start, so he followed his parents and his sister to the altar, which was set in a private botanical garden, the place looked magical with all the flowers and trees.

 Some plants were growing from the ceiling and fell down, colors were everywhere, it was beautiful, with the decorations they had chosen it was even more better, it just looked so magical.

After welcoming his friends and members of his family, the moment for Dylan to place himself in front of the altar, next to the judge had come, stress and nervosity starting to build up, but he was also excited, way too eager to finally see her and hold her in his arms.

 He couldn't wait to see her beautiful e/c eyes, glimmering with love and passion, to caress with the tip of his fingers her smooth skin, and her warmth.

 Until the moment finally came, he started hearing her heels clicking on the ground slowly, his head moved to where the sounds came from, tears already prickling his eyes.

 Y/n stepped towards him slowly, softly, looking absolutely breathtaking, but again, was there a day where she didn't look beautiful? No. 

 The emotion was overwhelming for them both, tears now in their eyes, and as Y/n had reached his level, in front of him, close enough for him, he gently took her hand, intertwining their fingers together. 

 He mouthed a few compliments at her while the Judge started speaking, introducing them, saying all he had to say while the couple wasn't listening, only looking at each other so intensely without breaking eye contact.

 It seemed like a cliché, but right at this instant, nothing mattered except them, everything else was blurry, it was just Y/n and Dylan, their hands intertwined, their eyes never leaving one another, with such love in them.

 It's when the judge pronounced Dylan's name that they both broke away from their trance and actually paid attention to the man speaking, asking him to repeat himself.

 "Do you take Y/n Y/L/N to be your wife?" 

 "Oh, I do! I certainly do!" He excitedly answered, taking the ring to put it on Y/n’s finger, his eyes never leaving hers. 

The judge turned towards the bride, and he was about to pronounce the same, she cut him off.

 "I take Dylan as my husband, right here, right now!" 

 The judge smiled, while their family and friends laughed at how eager they were as she was putting Dylan’s ring on his finger, they both looked at the man, very impatient for him to say the words they were waiting for.

 “In my presence and in the presence of your family and friends, you have opened your hearts to one another, declare your friendship, and have united yourself with the exchanging of rings.

It is my pleasure to pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

 They didn’t need to hear it twice, as soon as those words hit their ears Dylan lightly pulled on his wife’s hand, his own hand had ahold of her waist, her fingers cupping his cheeks.

With smiles on their lips, their eyes sparkling with so much joy, Dylan whispered against her lips, “I’ve been waiting for this all day,” until he smashed their lips together. 

 It felt terribly good to finally connect their lips, and even though they had kissed thousands of times before, their first kiss as husband and wife was truly the best they would ever have, as it symbolizes their love, the passion they feel. 

 Their lips separated delicately,  his fingers dug deeper into her waist to bring her closer, they let their foreheads touch softly,  whispering in sync, “I love you.” 

When they realized they said it at the same time they couldn’t help but giggle, separating a bit from each other, suddenly turning their heads towards their family and friends, hearing their applause. 

 Hand-in-hand they headed towards the dancefloor and the tables, where they received the congratulations of their friends and family, chatting with a glass of champagne in hand. 

 Dylan recognized when the music changed to a song they both loved, his sister winking at him discreetly, he excused himself, put away his drink and walked towards his wife.

His hand slowly reached around her waist as he put his chin on his shoulder, her hand automatically met his’.

 “Would my adorable, gorgeous, breathtaking wife dance with me?” he whispered to her, kissing lightly her naked shoulder.

 “Mmmh, well, she agrees to dance with her adorable, handsome, breathtaking husband.” 

They laughed together as he took her hand, already heading towards the dancefloor.

 Even if the music was meant to be dynamic, they started slow-dancing, rocking themselves back and forth slowly, one hand around her waist, the other intertwined with her’s as she lied her head on his chest.

 It lasted for quite some time, their eyes closed, they were in their bubble, as it felt perfect to have the luck just to be in each other’s arms.

When they were teenagers they never would have guessed that twelve years later, they would end up together, as husband and wife. 

And now, they wouldn’t change anything, they would love each other, cherish one another, at all costs, always and forever.

 “I love you, always and forever,” they whispered together in harmony for their ears only, it was their promise of love, their vow.

 Forever and Always. 

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Don’t Let Go taglist  

@stiles-o-dylan24 @cutiepiemimi13 

Dylan O’Brien’s taglist

@riseandshinelittleblossom @herscrunchiehairtie @brien-odylan@lettersofwrittencollective @ceceliaking-18 @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8 @golddaggers @slothcat67  @haunted-glitter-collections-blog @loverofwaytoomanythings618

[disbestiles-blog]

ahhhh congrats on 600!!! you deserve it so much! 💗 i’d like to take part in the wc and do supermarket flowers by ed sheeran with a surprise (aka undecided yet lol) character 😊

Thank you, Sammie!! Means a lot coming from you  💗 a Great song, I love Ed Sheeran and can’t wait to see your amazing talent in this fic! 

[disbestiles-blog]

Congratulations!!!💕600...wow... that's a lot. Please let the song Gravity be available🙏 I'd love to participate with that song for a Stiles fic for your wc. LUV U😘

Yaaaay thank you, sweetie, 💕 Do you want Gravity? It’s yours! I love this song, btw, can’t wait to read what you gonna do with Stiles lol love u!

[disbestiles-blog]

songs’ writing challenge

master post

I’ll Be Watching You by @mischiefandi

Something Just Like This by @mrscutiefandobhaz  

Oops, baby, I miss you by @brien-odylan  

Supermarket flowers by @darlinganthony 

Animals by @bilesbilinskix

masterlist

[disbestiles-blog]

heyy! I'll do your writing challenge; I'll do Something Just Like This with Dylan ;) And congrats again!

hiiiii leth! thank you so much ♥ I’m happy that you join with us in this challenge! Can’t wait to read! 

[disbestiles-blog]

Hi this is dumbass-stilinski and I wanna do Blood Like Gasoline by Against The Current with Void 😈 for your writing challenge if that’s okay!?

VOID??????????? OF COURSE, IT’S OKAY!  THIS WOULD BE AWESOME!! Thank you for participating! ♥♥

@dumbass-stilinski