#dylan o''brien fanfiction

[kowbelll]

Hi,

First of all, I love your work! 😍

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

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

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

Fiasco

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stiles!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His girlfriend's smile softened and turned sympathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep!"

[cynthiaeughh]

My babies are bacccc and ready to kick some ass

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 66: The Storm is Over

Pacing the train station for hours, Stiles had counted how many people he's seen or knew in Beacon Hills. Which means his friends were running out of time or on their way.

He glanced at the Arrival Board and saw Beacon Hills arrival, no longer saying Delayed. Instead, it reads On Time.

Tensing, he feels a gust of wind blow on his legs, bringing dry leaves to his feet. Something was about to happen.

He squinted his eyes once something else caught his eyes. A train ticket slid out from under a door in front of him. Confused, he bent forward to pick it up.

Once he did, he heard his name being whispered in echoes before the voice got louder. His heart pounded in his chest over the familiarity of the voice.

Leaving the room, he moves towards the crowd of people sitting down. His eyes glanced over to the people of Beacon Hills.

A neighbor on his street, the sweet, old lady that occasionally dropped off cookies to his house, a couple of the guys on the lacrosse team. Even a couple of his teachers. The ones that worried him the most were Scott's Mom and Sam's mom.

They were really running out of time.

Before he could even walk over to them, the beeping of the PA system catches his attention, and a voice speaks over the line. “Attention all passengers – the train will be arriving in 25 minutes.”

The rows of people who were sitting on the benches all stood up and moved in a massive crowd causing Stiles to move around the obstacles with frustration. “Lydia!”

“Stiles?”, he hears again. He pushes through the crowd, actively trying to get to her. “Lydia!”

“Stiles? Stiles, look at me.”

He frowns, frantically trying to look for her but can't see her. “Lydia, wait!”

“Stiles!”

He ducks, hearing loud gunshots blast from the other side of the station. It was loud, but…familiar.

Looking up, he noticed an arm raised in the air holding a gun. His eyes widened and watered as he trailed the arm to a face he knew so well. “Give the boy some room.”

“Dad? Dad!”, Stiles rushes forward, almost tumbling into his father's arms, instantly being wrapped with warmth. “Oh thank god.”, he breathes.

“Oh, I found you… I can’t believe I found you.”, Noah mumbles, into his son's shoulder.

Stiles lets out a wet chuckle and looks up to see his best friend behind his father. He pulls away, swallowing. "Sam…?"

The girl's eyes welled up with tears, finally putting a face to the anonymous voice she's heard countless of times. All of her memories of the boy pieced back together, filling the missing parts of her life back.

She rushed to hug him, the boy tightly taking her in his arms. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…!", she sobbed. He shook his head, his own tears dripping down his face. "You're here. That's all that matters. You remembered me."

He pulled away, cupping her wet cheeks. "I told you you would.", he says, grinning. She gave him a wobbly smile. She remembers that too.

Stiles looked up at his father. “Dad, I can hear Lydia. I think – I think I can go to her. I think she can get us out of here.”

Before Noah could say anything, they tensed up at the sound of horseshoe gallops. Noah raises his gun, and points in the direction. “You need to get out here, don’t worry about me.”

Stiles' eyebrows furrowed. “What? You’re kidding, right?” He feels Sam push him away. "Get out of here. Get to Lydia and Scott.", she says.

His eyes widened. "You wanna separate? Now?"

Noah sets his hand on the boy's shoulder. “Go– get help. Find your friends!”

“Yeah? And what about you guys?”

He just smirks at his son. “We’ll find each other again.”

“Dad–”

“Stiles… We'll hold them back. Now, get the hell out of here. Go! Go!”, Noah says, shooing his son. Stiles looks at Sam with an uncertain expression whilst she returns the look with a confident smile and a nod.

As the boy runs off, she turns to the sheriff with a nod and closes her eyes as she hears the gallops get louder.

She felt a sensational rush of her powers returning to her. They didn't feel unwelcomed and uncomfortable anymore.

She missed it.

She could feel how many of the Ghost Riders that were coming for them, so quickly, she shifted as soon as they made light.

Before they could reach for any of their whips, she let out a loud roar, her form returning to her.

Stiles disappeared down the tunnel he and Peter tried to escape in. Ahead of him, there’s a bright white light, similar to how the Ghost Riders enter and exit.

Pushing against the strong wind coming from it, he hears Lydia's voice once more. “Stiles, keep going. I remember you, I remember everything–”

Despite the force of the wind, Stiles fights to get closer, pushing past the rift. As he finally exits, he tumbles and lands on something with a grunt.

His eyes catch the light of his police scanner as he grabs onto his steering wheel, happily back inside his jeep.

Quickly, he turns on the ignition and drives out of the parking lot, heading to the first place he could think of.

He rushed up to Scott's house, putting the jeep in park and runs inside the house. “Lydia! Scott? Malia??”

Taking in the empty house, his heart drops to his stomach. He already saw Melissa, but maybe… 

He ran back into his jeep, driving down the empty roads to the sheriff's station. The place looked trashed. He didn't know what to make of it. What if he was the only one…?

On the road, he noticed train tracks and left the station, following the tracks. He drove up to the hospital, noticing someone had walked in. Bothered, he parked and grabbed his bat he kept in the back before leaving the jeep and moving in the hospital.

The tracks seemed to stretch in the hospital halls as he looked around.

Stiles looks around hearing a yell. “Hollenhund!” He hears a familiar roar and followed the sound.

“Parrish! Parrish, you don’t wanna do this. Stop!”, Scott yelled with reasoning. Parrish only roars back and moves to attack them.

“The train is coming, boys. There’s no stopping the Wild Hunt. You’ll make a fine Ghost Rider, Scott. And I’ll have a True Alpha by my side.”, Stiles catches a voice. Peeking around a corner, he sees a man talking to Scott.

“Parrish, stop!”, Scott yells again.

The man continued. “And then a Werecoyote, a hybrid, a Banshee–”

Stiles lifts the bat a little higher as he comes up behind him. “A Stiles?”

“A what?”, the man frowns and starts to turn around, but before he could, Stiles brings his bat down, hitting the back of the man's head, watching as he falls to the ground.

Stiles looks up, nearly dropping his shoulders as he looks at Scott and Liam’s surprised faces. “Bad guy, right? I didn’t misread that?”, Stiles asks.

Scott gaped his mouth, shocked to see Stiles but turned to the sound of a growl. “Oh god–”, Stiles mutters, backing away.

Scott grabs at Parrish's flaming body and chucks him over to the other side of the tracks. Stiles evades the hellhound, watching as he lands on the man he swung at.

He looks up at Scott, and instantly rushes to bring his brother into his arms. They both give each other pats on the back, sighing in relief. "Oh man, it’s so good to see you.”, Stiles mumbled. 

Liam interrupts, tapping their shoulders. “Hey, hey, hey! Uh–”

Stiles looks over at Liam, bringing him into a hug too. “Liam! It’s so good to see you, too!”

Liam returns the hug, but taps on Stiles' back, pointing behind him. “Yeah, no yeah, good to see you, Stiles… but, uh–”

Stiles pulls away from him, following his line of sight. Parrish's body brightens in orange and green flames. The flames seem to grow as he lifts his arms, sending a blast to them. Stiles nods, pushing his friends. “Okay. Yeah, we should go. Go, go, go!”

They run down the hallway, ducking into other hallways to find a supply closet. “I can’t believe I’m gone a couple days and the whole place falls apart.”, Stiles muttered.

Scott looks at him confused. “No, you were gone for three months.”

Exiting one closet, Stiles paused and looks at Scott with a confused face. “I was – what?”

Scott looks at him with a confirming nod. Stiles moves past them into the other supply closet, annoyed. “Okay, if they don’t let me graduate, I swear to god–”

“What are you looking for?”, Liam asks. “Ah– this!”, they hear before seeing Stiles pull out a Liquid Nitrogen canister. He sets in between his feet and grabs the hose before turning it on. He looks up to see an angry Parrish down the hall. “And him.”

Scott and Liam tense seeing the hellhound. “Grab him – grab him now!”, Stiles says, gesturing to him. 

As soon as Parrish speeds up, Scott and Liam stop him short and slam his back against the wall.

Stiles hurries in front of him, instantly spraying the liquid nitrogen down, watching Parrish's flames dim as his head slumps.

The deputy slumps against the wall once Scott and Liam let go. Liam yells in pain, frantically patting himself down. “Ow, ow!”

Stiles looks at the younger beta in confusion. “Liam. Liam, you’re fine.”

“Jesus, that just doesn’t feel good, you know?”, Liam mumbles, looking at his chest before frowning at Stiles.

Parrish's voice catches the boys' attention as he groans before looking up, confused at the sight of Stiles. “Stiles? What are you doing here?”

Stiles' eyebrows raise. “Buddy, love you, but we’re way past that, okay? You gotta fill us in. What’s going on?”

Scott and Liam help the deputy stand up and Parrish leans against the wall. “Douglas, he’s merging the worlds so the Ghost Riders can cross over.”

“Yeah, he wants his supernatural army in our world.”, Liam says. Scott looks at Parrish. “How do we stop him?”

“The train – it’s coming.”, Parrish answers, looking to his right, seeing the board hanging above the nurses’ desk with the locations, departure and arrival times.

Scott sighs, impatient. “Okay, and how do we stop that?”

Parrish looks from Scott to Stiles. “You can’t stop it, but you can divert it.”

Back at the train station, Sam and Noah managed to put down each of the Ghost Riders, keeping the passengers protected.

It was confusing. What was this happening? Why was Beacon Hills targeted? How long was this gonna go on for?

Sam looked around, frowning. This is where Stiles was this entire time…? All these people seemed either afraid or nonchalant about what just happened.

She glanced from the familiar lacrosse players to Melissa and her mom. Frowning sadly, she hesitates walking up to her.

She should be here to protect her, but there wasn't much she could do from here. Especially if the fight wasn't in the station, but back in Beacon Hills.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and turns to look at Noah over her shoulder. He glanced at Denise before smiling at Sam. "If there's something you have to do, you do it.", he says. "I'll watch out for her."

She gives him a small smile and a nod before heading off into the tunnel they entered. As she walked down the dark silent tunnel, she sighed. She was here, now what?

What could she do…?

Suddenly, she felt a rumble under her feet and looked at the train tracks before looking behind her. They put down most of the Ghost Riders, no doubt there may be more coming, but she didn't feel the gallops.

Instead, it felt like a shift from the train tracks. Actually… It felt like a pull. A pull from different directions.

She looked down at the tracks before sitting down. Gripping onto the dirty, rusty train tracks, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Sensing a strong pull, she followed it. Her eyelids fluttered as she recognized the familiarity of the pull and in an instance, she was gone.

As the boys left the hospital, Liam looks down in thought. “We can’t move between worlds, but Corey can. He can exist in both worlds…”

Scott's eyes widened. “And he can take people with him.”

Liam nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, at your house! He pulled a Ghost Rider into our world.”

Stiles frowns as Scott explains. “At the lacrosse game, he brought us into theirs.”

Liam looks at them. “What if that’s how Douglas is doing it? What if Corey’s the key?”

Stiles huffs, waving an arm in dismissal. “Interesting theory, okay? Solid logic. It is, but he’s in there, and we’re out here. So, the only way to save everyone now is to just divert the train.”

“We have to find him.”, Liam insists. Stiles frowns. “How?”

Liam thinks before looking at them with an excited glint in his eyes. “I’m going into the Hunt.”

Stiles looks at him as if he'd grown another head, quickly stopping the boy from moving. “No, no, no. Liam, I think you’re confused. We’re trying to get people out of the Hunt…”

“He can get taken by a Ghost Rider.”, Scott adds, making Stiles look at him with wide eyes. "It’s just… that’s not a pleasant option– I mean I’m just speaking from experience.”

Liam stops him. “I don’t need to get taken to get into the Hunt!”

Stiles tilts his head in confusion. “Okay, seems like you’ve got an idea. Let’s discu–”

Instead of listening, the underclassman runs off into the school.

“Where are you going!?”, Stiles shouts. Liam yells over his shoulder. “I’ll be back!”

Stiles huffs, distressed as he looks at Scott with his hands on his hips. “Were we like that?”

Scott shakes his head. “Worse.”

“Jordan said we just have to follow the tracks to find the diverter.”, Scott said, sighing.

Stiles points at the train tracks he could see. “Yeah, well…those lead into the woods… this way back into the school…”

“You wanna split up?”, Scott asks with a grimace. Stiles looks at him with a shake of his head. “Never again.”

Scott lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank god.” Looking over to the school, Scott frowns. “The direction of the school leads to the library and there was a second train station waiting area set up inside but no diverter in sight.”

Stiles nods, sighing. “Woods it is then.”

Following the train tracks into the woods, the boys come up to a curve in the tracks. Suddenly, Scott grabs Stiles and pulls him off of the tracks, ducking. “Wait, wait. Get down.”, he whispers, bringing Stiles behind a tree. 

Stiles looks around. “Why are we stopping?”

Through the middle of the trees, Stiles' eyes catch a lever on the other side of the tracks. “Is that it?”

“It can’t be this easy.”, Scott whispers, nervous. Stiles frowns at him, “Yes it can, Scott. It can be this easy. For once, let’s do easy!”

Scott sighs and mutters, “Okay.” The boys leave the tree, crossing over to the lever. Stiles reaches for the lever and before he could grab it, a whip wraps tightly around his wrist.

His eyes widened. “Shit–”

Scott's eyes widened as Douglas faced them before he yanked on his whip, bringing Stiles to the ground.

Stiles falls, letting out a groan. “Or not.” Douglas pulls back harshly and Stiles disappears into a flash of bright green smoke.

Opening his eyes with a groan, he looks around. He noticed the lockers, similar to the boys' locker room and got up, ready to leave.

As he left, he runs down the hall, almost crashing into Scott who lets out a breath of relief. “Damn, man! Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Stiles nods. “I think so. I finally saw the girls’ locker room… it’s not that different. It’s kind of disappointing.”

Scott rolls his eyes and brings him over to a set of doors that took them outside. “What just happened?”

Stiles shakes his head. “I don’t know, I think the worlds… I think they’re collapsing in on each other.”

The PA system speakers beep above the two before a muffled voice comes through. “Attention all passengers, the train will be arriving in eleven minutes.”

Scott and Stiles frown. “We were obviously on to something with the diverter if Douglas sent us away from it. We have to get back to it.”, Stiles said.

“Yeah.”, Scott said. Once they push open the doors and step outside, they're both thrown back by a force field.

Once again, Stiles is back in the locker rooms, his back hitting the lockers as he slides down with a groan. "Damn it!"

Heaving himself up, he headed for the door and opened it, only to face the Ghost Rider that kept him from leaving.

The Ghost Rider pulled out its pistol, and pointed it at Stiles. Fed up, Stiles grabbed the rider's arm, turning it away from him before he could shoot. The gun shot off and the Ghost Rider shoved Stiles away.

"Scott, I can't fight this guy!", Stiles panted, hoping Scott could hear him.

The Ghost Rider aimed his gun at Stiles once more, but before he could shoot, Stiles ducked into the aisle of the lockers.

The Ghost Rider followed him and Stiles stood straight, as he became cornered. He stared into the barrel of the pistol before closing his eyes with a shaky breath.

The memory of him coming close to such death ran through his mind. On the brink of his death as well as his friends that were suffering in the Hale bunker under the school.

This time, that feeling came back and he felt just as useless.

Suddenly, the familiar wail of the banshee entered his ears and he ducked as the wail got louder. Lydia's force slammed the Ghost Rider into the lockers, pinning him there as he shook.

Her screams quieted as she watched the Ghost Rider drop to the ground, limp and lifeless.

Stiles turned his head, a few small breaths exiting him as he looked at Lydia who looked at him with glassy eyes. "I-I didn't say it back.", she whimpered.

Stiles took quick strides to her. "You don't have to," he shook his head, cupping her face and finally kissed her.

They pulled away after hearing a roar. "Scott…", Stiles muttered, hurrying Lydia out of the locker room with him.

As the two moved down the halls, the Stilinski boy paused as he heard a painfully familiar voice. “Stiles…”

Stiles turns to see a feminine figure ahead of him. “…Stiles, is that you?”

“Mom?”, Stiles whispers, walking towards her with a heavy heart. Lydia catches him with a grip, pulling him back. “Stiles, that’s not your mom.”

Stiles shakes his head, practically dragging her toward the figure. “I know who it is. I know her voice.”

Lydia stood him. “No, that’s the Wild Hunt. They’re tricking you. Stiles, please believe me. The Wild Hunt brought her back, but she’s not real.”

Stiles frowns as he looks at her. “What do you mean ‘brought her back’?”

Claudia frowns as she walks towards them. “Stiles… I know what you’ve been through. I know how much you love your father…”, she says with a loving voice.

Thunder rumbles and snaps outside and when Claudia steps into view, she's no longer recognizable.

“But I love him more. Even from the Hunt, you somehow wormed your way back into his memory.”, the apparition sneers. 

Stiles frowns at the being. “Yeah, worming is one of my skills.”, Stiles said, shrugging his shoulders.

“That thing is conjured from your dad’s pain. If he remembers you, he can’t believe in her.”, Lydia tells him.

“That’s why you have to go.”, Claudia said and without a beat, Lydia projects her wail on the apparition, only stopping short as the apparition wraps her hand around Lydia's neck, squeezing tightly.

Stiles breaks the hold the woman has on Lydia, glaring at her as she turns to him. “You shouldn’t treat your mother that way.”

“You’re not my mother.”, Stiles declares, only to be held up by the throat. The apparition drags him backwards, and slam his back against the wall.

Lydia tries letting out her screams, only to be short of breath.

“He believes in me. Dreams, so hard to kill.”, Claudia says as she watches the boy's face turn red.

“But not impossible.”

A gunshot fires, making everyone look at Noah. The apparition looks at her stomach, ignoring the lack of damage before looking up at the sheriff. “Noah, your bullets can’t hurt me.”

Her eyes widen as she watches a huge feline beast run down the hallway, and before anyone can react, the beast snatches the apparition from Stiles.

The woman lets out a scream as the beast's fangs dig into her. Stiles looks up at the beast with wide eyes. "That's…"

Without hesitation, Noah shoots another bullet and aims directly into the woman's head before she completely disappears in a bright flash of green smoke.

Stiles runs over to his dad and Lydia. “You guys okay?”

Lydia nods, being brought into a hug with Stiles and Noah. Stiles' eyes glanced at the feline, watching as it disappears into a puff of smoke and a pendant drops to the floor in its place.

He pulls away from the hug and picks the pendant off of the floor, and sticks it in his pocket.

Before anyone could say anything, they heard a loud, painful scream down the hall and a rumble could be felt under their feet as they tried stabilizing their footing.

Once it stopped, Stiles frowned and ran to where he heard the scream. As he ran down the halls, he noticed that the train tracks that were once there had disappeared.

Stopping in a hall, he sees his best friend on her knees, a dark, moderate sized puddle of blood dripping from her. Under her, he could see a faint mark of a train track as if it had been singed into the floor.

He took note of her darkened arms that looked bruised, but they slowly healed. It made more sense as to why the cat was there. Rushing up to her, he grabbed her shoulders. "Sam?"

Her head tilted back and he could see the dark, heavy trails of blood that dripped from her nose to her chin, down to her neck.

The marks that dripped from her eyes moved further down to her jaw. The dark crescent moon that sat on her forehead seemed to be spreading into cracks.

"Sam!", he yelled, trying to get her to open her eyes. He laid her down, trying to listen for her heartbeat, only hearing the faint thumps. He sighed, laying her head on his legs and looked up to see Lydia and his dad walking up to him.

Lydia's eyes widened as she ran over to him, looking over Sam. "Is she…?"

Stiles frowns softly. "She's alive.", he said, glancing at the train track mark.

She must've been sitting in the tunnels, he thought.

Hours later, they'd learn that Scott, Malia, Theo and Peter had stopped Douglas from continuing his merging plans with Douglas being turned into a Ghost Rider and disappearing into the storm with his fellow horsemen.

Corey, who was being used by Douglas, was being taken care of by Melissa and Chris as well as Sam who had woken up after he did.

Looking around the hospital room, Sam lets out a soft groan, quickly waking up her mother who looked at her with glossy eyes.

Sam smiled in relief to see the woman and was brought in a hug. The storm was over. They were gone.

Everything was back to normal… well as normal as could be.

[grapesrsogood]

Welcome to my tumblr page :3

Okay, fandoms that i’m looking write about are:

-My hero academia

-Teen wolf (maybe)

-The maze runner (maybe)

-SakuVA characters

-Yuzuya fantasy series

-Marvel

-Spy x family (platonic, no specific characters)

These may change or i may want to write about something new, but for now this is where i am

Most will be x reader or x oc (a random name with no physical traits because i dont like y/n)

With fluff, smut and angst, im not too sure. I can do fluff and angst but smut is something i havent really tried yet so you’ll have to leave it with me.

Some characters that i like to do:

Mha:

-Bakugo

-Kirishima

-Bakugo and kirishima (kiribaku is life, sry ✌️)

- Denki

-Dabi

-Shigaraki

-Twice (?)

-Toga

Probably some others but these are my favs :)

Teen wolf:

-Stiles

-Stiles again

-Basically all Stiles (what can i say i love my sarcastic king)

The maze runner:

-Gally

-Im only in the teen wolf and maze runner famdoms enough to write about a singular character from each show, surprisingly they arent both Dylan o’ Brien

Zsakuva:

-Xanthus

-Dontis

-issac

-Asirel

Marvel:

-Tony

-Bucky

-Steve

-Loki

-Wanda

-Natasha

-a phew others

Ive been a marvel fan my whole life and see them all as family figures so it will all be platonic (when i finally get round to writing abt them, this fandom isnt a priority)

Trust the teenage girl writing fanfiction please 🙏 🙏🙏

Thanks to anyone who actually read this post and requests are always welcomed if you have any, see yall next time hopefully :D baiiii

[starshipsofstarlord]

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

Fandom: Teen Wolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bxcketbarnes]

Crossed Paths

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2709

Author’s Note: I love when I take ideas and just put them into fics and this is basically on my college life, so I hope you guys enjoy it! :) Thanks to my friend @dylan-ohbrien for proofreading this for me. Also, I’m tagging @were-cheetah-stiles because she “demanded” I do so when I post it!

2 Years. I’ve been at this college for two years already and I still don’t know how I really feel about it, since I mainly stick to myself most of the time, the other times I’m usually with my small group of friends. All of us have different majors, so I don’t usually see them in the buildings I have my classes in, but we always manage to grab lunch at one of the few places to eat here. One of my closests friends, Mal, always nags me about talking to the many cute guys that are in my major and I’m just like nah. She’s threatened me with setting me up on a blind date and we all know that that’s going to end horribly so, I gave into her nagging and promised to at least talk to one guy. Which hasn’t actually happened yet.

I manage to survive through Anthropology, which isn’t a class specifically directed towards my major, just a class I wanted to take for an elective. I hold my books to my chest, walking through the sea of people as I waltz towards my next classroom, which isn’t far from my previous one. As I was walking into the classroom, a body ran into mine, knocking my books onto the floor. Feeling the other’s eyes on me, my cheeks flush. I crouch down to pick them up quickly when the person I had bumped into helped me.

“Thanks… Y-You didn’t have to help me.” I whisper, my eyes trained on the ground. I hear a nervous chuckle and I look up, eyes widening a bit at the stunning man in front of me. Hazelnut brown hair, whiskey colored orbs that shined bright in the light, slight stubble on his face with these pink lips that look so soft.

“Well, it’d be kind of rude not to help you.” He mutters, his cheeks tinting pink slightly. He looked like he was about to say something else when his phone rang, walking out of the room, but not before giving me a small smile. I try to calm down my heartbeat a bit, ignoring everyone’s gazes as I sat down in the front of the room, getting my laptop out of my backpack and setting everything up. The professor, Dr. Wilson, had walked into the room and instantly began to start class since she had arrived a few minutes late. I was zoning out as she was talking, seeing the guy walk back into the classroom, apologizing before making his way back to his seat. I didn’t notice his stare on me as he walked towards his chair, almost tripping. I hear a few laughs and I glance back, wondering what people were laughing at before turning back around.

Once the professor allowed us to leave, I packed up quickly, glancing at the time on my phone, knowing I’ll be a little late to lunch. I walk out of the classroom, placing my headphones in my ears as I head out of the building, speed walking towards The Downer, where all my friends are at this moment.

 Stiles POV

 I try to keep my eyes on the girl that had captured my attention since the first day of school, but even over the height difference I had on most of the students here, I manage lose sight of her. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair as I see my best friends, Scott and Isaac, talking with Theo as I walk up to them, patting Scott on the back lightly.

“Hey.” Scott smiles, turning towards me as he gave me a knowing, but questioning glance and I shake my head.

“I-I, we ran into each other on accident, but I didn’t get her name and she left about three minutes ago.” I sigh, gripping the straps of my bookbag.

“Aw, dude. That’s a bummer, but hey, you’ve got the whole semester. I mean, we just started about a week ago, so don’t fret about it, alright?” I nod my head in agreement as the four of us walk out of the building, heading towards the Angell Center to grab some grub.

“Do we know this girl, dude?” Isaac asks as we walk down the street and I shrugged my shoulders, rolling my eyes slightly.

“I don’t know, Isaac. Did you hear when I said that I didn’t know her name?” I ask sarcastically, continuing my pace as I hear Scott snicker slightly.

“He’s got a point.” Theo mumbles, crossing the street with about thirty other students, getting closer to the Angell Center. Thank god, cause I’m starving.

We walk into The Downer, glancing at all the options for food as I try to decide what I want to have for lunch. I was getting some chicken tenders and curly fries from the nice lady when my three friends ran up to me, running into me a bit as I catch myself, turning around, ready to yell at them when they all had smiles on their faces.

“What?” I ask and Scott grinned, looking at the other two boys.

“The girl you’ve been describing for weeks, she’s here, and we know who her friends are.” He smirks and my mouth parted in surprise, feeling my hands become sweaty.

“W-What? Are you serious? W-Who are her friends?” I stutter as the four of us got in line.

“Our girlfriends.” They all say in unison and my face paled, swallowing thickly.

 Y/N’s POV

 I laugh with my friends as I tore a piece of my chicken tender apart, chewing it slowly as Lau glances towards the registrar, smiling widely as she waves to a guy.

“Girls, and as in girls I mean, Steff, Bekah, and myself, our boyfriends have finally arrived.” She beams and I chuckle, shaking my head as I scoot over, sitting in front of Mal as we made room for the three of them.

“Oh, they brought Stiles as well!” Mal mentions, waving at them as I continue to eat my curly fries, wanting to avoid any interaction with them, since I’m extremely awkward. Someone sat down next to me, smelling the aroma of vanilla as Mal nudges me slightly and I look up at her, furrowing my eyebrows. She tilts her head towards the person next to me and I glance over, noticing him immediately. My heartbeat sped up as his gaze turns towards me, freezing for a second before giving me a small wave.

“H-Hi, again.” He stutters and I swallow, my hands becoming a little clammy as I give him a small wave. I look away, closing my eyes slowly, trying to calm my heart that’s erratically beating. Stiles glances at his friends, a worried look on his face as I didn’t say anything back to him, silently freaking out.

“Y/N? You okay?” Steff asks and I look up, glancing down towards her as I nod my head, giving her a small smile.

“Y-Yeah, sorry. Um, I’ll be right back.” I muttered, standing up from my chair, leaving The Downer, standing in the in the small area before you leave the building, doors both in front and behind you, hoping that a student doesn’t stop and ask me what’s wrong. I take deep breaths, closing my eyes, jumping a bit when I hear the door open, a voice breaking through the silence.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Stiles asks and I turn around, seeing him standing in front of me, his hands rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I-I just get nervous around guys and new people. I’m not avoiding you if you thought that.” I cleared up, rubbing my arm slightly.

“I honestly thought you might’ve been,” Stiles chuckles, licking his lips lightly. “I’ve been um, I’ve been trying to muster up enough courage to talk to you for a while now.” He confesses, his cheeks flushing pink as my heart fluttered a bit. He wanted to talk to me?

“Y-You wanted to talk to me?” I ask, blushing lightly as he nodded, a silly grin on his lips. I bite my lip softly, gazing towards the floor. “Um, w-we got some studying for this morning’s class… maybe you would want to study? Together?” I glance up at him, a grin still on his lips as he nods his head in agreement.

“Yeah, absolutely, that’d be awesome. Studying… with you… alone?” Stiles rambles, rubbing his hands against his jeans. “Do you wanna come back into the dining area?” He asks me, his cheeks flushing pink and I nodded my head. Stiles’ hand rests on my lower back, leading me back into The Downer, pressing my lips together as Steff, Lau, and Mal gave me knowing smirks.

I sit back down across from Mal, watching Stiles sit back down next to me as I notice Isaac and Bekah are missing. “Where are the two lovebirds?” I ask, smiling as Lau points outside where Isaac was leading Beks away from the building, hands clasped together.

“Isaac said that they needed their “alone time.” Steff laughs, cuddling into Theo’s side, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, rubbing her arm softly. I notice Scott doing the same with Lau and I instantly feel a little jealous, wishing that I could have a connection with someone like they did.

 The girls were in my dorm, chilling on the two beds as we listened to the music, gossiping about everything that had happened in the past week. Stiles and I have been texting for like a week, non stop, and I honestly think that I might have a thing for him. I heard my phone ring, picking it up, seeing that Stiles had texted, smiling at my phone.

Flannel Boy: Hey! We’re still on for studying right?

“Whatcha smiling at?” Mal smirks and I hid my phone to my chest. “Would that be your lover boy?” She asks and I shake my head, a blush dusting my cheeks.

“N-No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stutter, opening my phone, typing a message back to him.

Yeah, of course. I just have to attempt to get rid of my roommate and friends, so we can be alone. :)

“Trying to get rid of us huh?” Lau’s voice rings out, making me jump as if she’s eavesdropping on mine and Stiles’ conversation. I blush furiously, letting out a breath, running a hand through my hair.

“Alright, yes. Stiles is supposed to come over and study and I don’t want any of you here, because you’d be looking at us just like you’re looking at me right now.” I sigh, seeing their grins.

“Studying huh?” Mal asks and I nod my head, feeling my phone vibrate. “You know… studying never ends with just studying. It’s like getting into a hot tub, somebody eventually cops a feel.” She smirks and my eyes widened, a little confused.

“W-What, what do you mean?” I ask her and Steff facepalms, glancing between the three of them as I tug at the sleeve of my hoodie.

“I’m just saying, you make sure he covers up.” Mal laughed softly, my cheeks turning a deep pink.

“W-Woah, woah, woah. N-No, t-that’s not going to happen. He wouldn’t do that… would he?” I ask, becoming a stuttery mess as a bunch of questions race through my thoughts. Is he expecting something to happen tonight? I was brought out of my thoughts when my friends said goodbye to me before heading out of the room, Stiles walking into it as he smiled at me, sitting down on the bed next to me.

“Hey you.” Stiles smiles down at me and I return it, still feeling a little nervous about what Mal said.

“H-Hi.” I muttered, leaning onto my desk as I reach for my book, basically having my ass in Stiles’ face. I heard him groan quietly and I bite my lip, sitting back down. “S-So, how do you want to do this?” I ask him, glancing towards him, my breath hitching in my throat, noticing his face inches from mine.

“I was thinking… you’re absolutely gorgeous,” he says, his hand resting on my arm as my eyes blinked rapidly, butterflies soaring in my stomach. “I-I was wondering if maybe, you’d want to, um…”

“Give you a taste?” I finish for him, sounding like a question as his hand squeezes my arm lightly. I glance up at him, a blush on his cheeks as his gaze moves down towards my lips before returning to my eyes.

“I-No, but now that you mention it, your lips look incredibly soft.” He whispers and my heartbeat speeds up, his hand gliding up my arm, resting his large palm against my cheek.

“D-Do you wanna kiss me?” I whisper quietly, wondering if he heard me or not. Stiles nods his head, resting his forehead against mine, his nose brushing mine softly.

“Yeah.” He breaths and my eyes flutter shut, his thumb softly rubbing my cheekbone, dipping his head down, pressing our lips together.

I grip his shirt, letting out a sigh of pleasure, molding into him as I begin to kiss back, moving my lips against his. Stiles’ other hand slides around my waist, resting against my lower back, pulling me close to him as I straddled his hips, my hands press against his shoulders before one of them moves up towards his hair, running my fingers through it as he removed his lips from mine. I let out a small whine, missing the contact of his lips already before I felt them reconnect with mine again. His hands grip my waist, moving down towards my ass when I suddenly pull away from him, breathing heavily, my hands held against his chest.

“Wait, wait.” I mutter, getting off of him quickly. “I-Is this why you asked me to study?” I ask quietly, feeling my eyes sting slightly. Stiles’ lips part, sitting up a bit, shaking his head.

“N-No, of course not. I actually needed help studying but, once we were inches apart, I couldn’t help myself.” He sighs, running his fingers through his hair, rubbing his face a bit. “I’ve been pining over you since the semester started and when I ran into you a couple weeks ago, I was ecstatic, then you asked me if you wanted to study together and I couldn’t believe that I was getting the chance to hangout with you. I mean, I don’t regret kissing you, because I’ve wanted to, but i-if you don’t want this I-I get it.” He stutters at the end, a look of heartbreak on his face as I frown, shaking my head at him.

“I-I didn’t regret it. I caught myself falling for you quickly and my friend Mal mentioned something about how studying doesn’t always end up with studying and I just thought…” I trailed off, his hand lifting my chin.

“Well, you thought wrong. I won’t kiss you again if it makes you feel better.” He mentions and I smile, loving how careful and caring he is and I move some of the loose hair from his forehead, noticing that he didn’t spike his hair like he normally does.

“How are you even real?” I ask, crawling back onto his lap, his arms wrap around my waist, glancing up at me, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“What?” He laughs, rubbing the exposed skin on my hips. “Yes, I’m real. I’m right here. Why do you ask?” Stiles grins, pressing a small kiss to my bare shoulder.

“‘Cause…” I blushed, picking at the fabric of his shirt. “You’re not like any other guy I’ve seen here and I’ve been here for two years.” I whisper, smiling softly at him, running my fingers through his hair.

“I’ve been told that before, but the others don’t deserve you.” Stiles smiles, pecking my lips lightly.

“But you do?” I tease, biting my lip and he nods his head, shoving the books off my bed, laying me onto my back on the mattress, him laying down next to me.

“Absolutely.” He smiles, nuzzling his head into my neck.

I think so too.

[traashsmash]

My fav Void Stiles and Stiles quotes

1. ”Divine move. Divine move. you think you have any moves at all? You can kill the oni, but me? I’m a thousand years old! YOU CAN’T KILL ME!”

2. ” What get’s bigger the more you take away?” A Hole

3. ”Let me in, Let me in Stiles”

4. "Don't Be Such A Sourwolf."

5. ” You think you can beat me at my own game?”

6. ” Chaos has come again.”

7. "I’m 147 Pounds Of Pale Skin And Fragile Bones; Sarcasm Is My Only Defense."

8. "Some Of Us Have To Make Mistakes; Some Of Us Have To Get Our Hands A Little Bloody Sometimes; Some Of Us Are Human!"

9. "You Didn’t Think You Were Doing This Without Me, Did You?"

10. "WAKE UP"

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Coach (2)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU Dylan x Fem!Reader

Summary: you and Dylan have a talk about Roman

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of cheating, divorce and physical violence, some angst. That's about it

WC: 2.4k

《Part 1, you are here, part 3》

The long silence that lingered over your heads was excruciating. You, for one, didn't know what to say. Athena was doing her own little thing as she ate her pizza. And Roman.. Well, he made zero attempts to interact with either of you, finding more enjoyment in eating his pizza and tugging at its crust.

"Rome, you okay?" You exhaled softly as you twirled the pasta on your plate, just playing with it at that point.

"Yep." Was his answer. Short and apathetic.

"Uhm.." you licked your lips slightly as you thought of what to say next, "How's the pizza?" You smiled, hoping that'd trigger some kind of emotion out of him.

"It's okay." Again short and apathetic.

"Roman, baby, are you sure you're okay?" You slightly ran your finger over his cheek then moved to his hair, the concern on your voice more than evident.

In response, he gave you a slight shrug, his eyes glued to the half eaten pizza sitting on his plate.

"Wanna talk about it?" You slightly tilted your head in his direction, giving him a soft yet concerned look.

Roman lifted his gaze from his plate as he looked at you through his long eyelashes and a small sigh left his lips. For a moment, but only for a moment, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. You smiled with a hopeful look in your eyes. He was finally opening up. But.. He didn't. He simply closed his mouth and shook his head. 

"No." He finally said, his voice barely audible. He moved his head away from your touch and his gaze went back to his plate, now bringing his elbow to rest on the table and his face rested on his palm.

You had to hold the urge to cry. The fact that your son was rejecting you like that, rejecting your touch and comfort, it broke your heart. And it's all Ryan's fault. Before he did what he did, before his countless affairs and ultimately leaving, Roman was the happiest boy you knew. You were both very close. He'd always seek your comfort, he'd always accept your touch and affection with open arms. Now, you honestly didn't remember the last time he gave you a hug.

To stop yourself from crying, you shifted your attention over to Athena. You were so thankful she was young and didn't know any better. She didn't really notice her father's absence, so the split didn't hit her as hard as it hit Roman. And you were so thankful for that otherwise you wouldn't know how the hell you would keep yourself together. 

You held a semi decent conversation with Athena, which mainly consisted of her talking nonsense about her day and you agreeing with it. Roman didn't pay any mind to said conversation, he was more focused on his own little dream land really. But the sound of the ringing bell coming from the door got his attention. He mindlessly turned his head towards the door. A half smile took over his lips as he saw the person coming through the door. He was off his seat and dashing towards the door before you could even process it.

"Coach!" Roman called out, nearly tackling Dylan's waist.

Dylan slightly grunted at the sudden impact but smiled at the boy, not at all bothered by his intrusion. 

"Hey there buddy." He greeted Roman and lazily ruffled his hair. "Watcha doing here? Where's your mom?" He looked around the place for the adult Roman was with  —you.

"Oh, she's over there with Athena." Roman pulled away from Dylan, half turning his body in your direction and pointed. At that exact moment, you stumbled over and stood in front of both males, with Athena hiding behind you.

"Roman!" You called out to the young boy, a long exhale leaving your lips, "I'm so sorry coach Dylan, he never runs off like that." You gave the handsome male an apologetic look as you rested a hand on top of Roman's head.

"It's quite alright. I'm kinda used it." Dylan chuckled and flashed you a heartwarming smile.

You had to mentally remind yourself to push all thoughts away. You slightly bit your lip as you turned your attention to the boy in front of you.

"Yeah, but we shouldn't run off like that, no matter who we see, right?" You raised an eyebrow at the boy, giving him a semi stern look.

"Right.." Roman repeated with a low mumble, his shoulders slouching a bit and his gaze dropping to the floor, "I'm sorry coach." He mumbled again, rubbing his arm in a shameful manner.

Dylan, like the ever so understanding man that he was, crouched down to Roman's level and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry about it bud, just make sure you don't run off from your mom like that again, alright?" He raised an eyebrow at your son, who nodded in confirmation. "Alright." He grinned at the young boy and brought up his fist, going for what you assumed was a fist bump. And you couldn't believe what you saw next. Roman actually fist bumped him back. And even smiled.

He never did that with Ryan —you thought.

Dylan ruffled Roman's hair slightly as he stood back up, and turned his attention towards you. 

"So, do you have a minute? There's something I'd like to talk with you about actually." He glanced down at the boy in front him and then at you. And you could only imagine what it was about.

"Yeah of course. We got a booth back there," you gave Dylan a half smile and led him back to your booth near the back of the small place. You took a seat on your previous spot and Dylan sat across from you. You lifted your index finger in his direction to signal him to give you a minute. You rummaged through your purse and pulled out a five dollar bill. You turned your attention to the two small children standing by the booth and gave Roman the bill. "Rome, why don't you take Thena and play with the arcade machines while I talk to coach Dylan, hm?"

Roman gave you a tired look but nodded, taking the bill and Athena's hand. 

"Okay. Later coach." He waved at Dylan.

"Later bud, see ya at practice." Dylan smiled at the boy, then looked at the small girl clinging to Roman's arm, "Watch out for your brother, alright sweetie? He's a real trouble maker." He emphasized his words and winked at the small girl, flashing her one of his warm smiles. And she giggled, nodding at him.

Needless to say, you were in shock. Neither of your kids were ever this welcoming or comfortable with other people. Both of your kids were the two shyest kids on Earth. And yet, they were comfortable around Dylan, like they've known him for years. They acted more comfortable around him than they did with their own father.

"So, what did Roman do?" You said straightforwardly once both children were no longer within hearing distance.

Dylan let out a heavy sigh as he readjusted his baseball hat on his head.

 "First of all, I gotta say that I love having Roman on the team. He's honestly great in the field and he's improved a lot these past few months," you sensed a 'but' coming your way.

"But..?"

"But, I'm a little concerned by his behavior lately."

You slightly raised an eyebrow at the male, "How so? Has he been behaving strangely?"

Dylan let out another, longer sigh, now clasping his hands together. And you didn't like where this was going. You straightened yourself up, placing both hands in front of you on the table, preparing for whatever he had to say.

"He's been very distracted lately. He's not really improving a lot, and he's starting to lose interest."

"Oh.. yeah uhm.." You slightly rubbed your hands together, not sure how to respond to that without disclosing all of your personal issues. "We're going through a tough time right now. And he's gone through a lot of changes in a very short period of time. I'm sure he'll come around." You tried to enlighten the situation, but the look on Dylan's face said that there was more.

"Yeah that's not all," he rubbed the side of his face, grazing his fingers along the spots of hair along his jaw.

"It's not?" You asked with big eyes. He shook his head. "Just tell me what happened please."

"So, Roman got into a fight with another kid. They've been butting heads ever since Roman joined the team. They've argued. Nothing physical. This kind of thing happens all the time so I didn't think it'd be necessary to bring it to your attention," He started, sighing deeply as he took a pause. And you could just tell that he didn't want to tell you about this. "But this time, it got out of hand."

"Oh lord," You breathed out, rubbing a hand over your forehead, not even wanting to hear the rest. "So exactly what happened?"

"The other kid was saying some mean things to Roman. Something about his dad being a cheater, and said some things about his parents getting divorced. So Roman punched him and called him an asshole, among other things. The kid's parents wanted Roman out of the team. But luckily I was able to convince them to not make a complaint if Roman apologized." He explained, giving you a sympathetic look at the mention of the divorce.

"I just.. I-" you had to hold the urge to cry. You held your face in your hand for a good minute as you mentally told yourself to keep it together. You felt like a fucking failure. You felt like the shittiest parent ever. How could you ever let your son get to this point? Why didn't you notice this was happening? How could you not notice? What kind of mother are you? "I'm the mother of the fucking year aren't I?" You chuckled bitterly and rubbed your eyes as you felt tears stinging them.

"Hey, don't say that. This isn't your fault, alright?" You lifted your gaze as you felt the warmth of his hand on your own.

Wait, was he holding your hand?

You glanced up at him and back at his hand, and he was in fact, holding your own.

Oh shit.

You wetted your dry lips as a warmth crept up your cheeks. A warmth that almost matched the warm touch of his own skin. But his was better. You couldn't say that you minded though. In fact, you didn't mind at all. You liked it. You liked the sensation his touch brought to you. You missed that. You didn't even remember the last time you felt that kind of touch.

But then again, it wasn't the kind of touch you hoped for. There was no other intent in his touch other than to comfort you in that moment. Or you figured that much anyway.

"Thanks, coach Dylan." You gave him a heartfelt smile. You eventually reclaimed ownership of your hand, taking it away from under his. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable. But you could've sworn you saw disappointment flash through his eyes.

"Dylan, call me Dylan." He replaced that disappointment with one of his heartwarming smiles. The kind of smile that can melt a girl from the inside out. And it was melting you, a full grown woman.

He had you crushing on him hard. 

After a minute of silence, Dylan spoke again, "Look Mrs—"

"Please, just call me Y/N."

"Of course, Y/N," he rolled your name off his tongue, half smiling at the sound of it. And boy did you like the way he said your name. "So, as I said before, I'm a bit concerned about Roman. And I've heard some rumors about you and your husband. I just wanted to hear it from you before making any assumptions."

"Right, the rumours," you clicked your tongue and clasped your hands together. Because of course, by then, every mom in the baseball team knew about your business and were already gossiping. And despite trying to keep your private life, well, private, rumors always made their way through, "Yeah, they're mostly true. Long story short, my husband had multiple affairs, we separated and left me to figure shit out on our own, so I'm going through an unnecessarily long divorce." You summarized what had been your life for the past six months. You expected him to give you the same look everyone gives you. You expected pity. 

But when you gazed at his whiskey brown eyes you didn't see pity. You saw sympathy, empathy even.

"I'm truly sorry you're going through that. I'm sure having to raise two kids by yourself can't be easy."

"It hasn't. At all. And I'm so sorry this has been affecting Roman's performance on the team. I'd hate for him to lose his spot on the team because of our issues at home. I swear I've been trying to talk to him, but he just pushes me away." You rubbed a hand over your face as you glanced at your son, who was teaching Athena to play with the arcade machine. You smiled at the sight, and so did Dylan.

"He's a good kid, I don't want him off the team either, he's got a lot of potential. He just needs someone to talk to," Dylan said as he glanced back at you with a half smile, "I can talk to him if you'd like. See if I can help in any way." He suggested, his whiskey eyes were as gentle as ever.

Maybe allowing your son's coach —who you might or might not have a crush on— to get into your personal lives wasn't the best of ideas. But you knew Roman appreciated his coach, probably more than he did his own father. And knowing he had someone to talk to, even if it was Dylan, made you feel better. Maybe that way Roman would start to open up again.

So what the hell.

"Would you really do that?" You smiled at the dark haired male.

"Of course. I can be there for him if he needs me to," he glanced back at your son with a half smile before turning to look back at you, "If that's okay with you, of course. I don't want to overstep."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind that."

Yeah, you wouldn't mind that at all.

[wolffangirl33]

Check the link to see the post that inspired this Sterek art I've been working on for a while.

Also if you like my draws or wanna see more please repost, comment and follow qwq any of these would make my day :3

[kowbelll]

Hii 🥺

Could you write a Dylan O'brien fanfic about meeting his friends for the first time?

Thank you in advance ❤️

I LOOOOVE YOUR WORK! 🥰

Aw, thank you so much! I'm so, so sorry that it has taken me this long to post this. You are so sweet and deserve better smh. Anyway, I genuinely can't tell if this is shit or not, so hopefully it's not a disappointment after all this time...

Ten Minutes

Dylan's girlfriend was peacefully perched on his couch, wasting the day away while he was off in the shower, trying to make himself presentable. Of course, she had no idea that was his goal, or why he abandoned their position on the cushions.

Minutes later, he returned, wearing fresh clothes as the strands of his hair still flopped soggily. He smiled as he approached her again, standing above her.

She looked up at him and tilted her head. "You're wearing real clothes?"

His head tilted to match hers. "'Real clothes?' What do you mean?"

"Yeah, like," she started, glancing down at her loose t-shirt and sweatpants, "clothes that you would face the public in."

Dylan couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, "What? I just want to look somewhat decent when they come over. Is that a crime?" He watched as the color drained from his girlfriend's face and her eyes widened.

"Wait, what?" she stammered. "Who's coming over?"

"Some of my buddies from the Maze Runner cast, remember?"

She shook her head and immediately sat up straight. "No... No, I don't remember, because you never told me anything about that."

"I'm pretty sure, I did," he said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No, you did not, Dylan! When are the fuck are they coming over?"

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "About... Ten minutes or so?"

She sprung out of her seat on the couch and scrambled over to his bedroom to clean herself up as fast as possible, crying out, "Dylan, you bitch! This is my first time meeting your friends, who are famous by the way, and you didn't even give me a heads up!? I have ten minutes! I get ten minutes to turn myself into a pleasant representation of Dylan O'Brien's girlfriend!? Are you kidding me!? I'm going to look like a crazy person! They're going to think I'm a disgusting slob and shun me!"

He bit his lip from the living room, trying not to laugh at her frantic distress. "I'm sure you'll look as beautiful as you always do!" he called back.

"You're just saying that because I fucked you this morning!"

Although her words were spiteful, he had to quickly cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his burst of laughter. Obviously, he felt guilty for forgetting something that mattered so much to his girlfriend, but her reaction was priceless. And he knew appearances meant something, but watching her move so speedily was probably one of the most amazing spectacles he'd ever witnessed.

As she viciously brushed her teeth, she could hear the faint voices of the arrivals. By some miracle, she was (more or less) ready to be seen and introduced. She anxiously made her way back into the living room and put on her most welcoming smile.

There they were: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Ki Hong Lee, Kaya Scodelario, and Will Poulter, standing in the living room. She couldn't believe it. Their faces were so real, but the moment didn't feel like anything close to reality. How in the world was she going to pull this off?

She took a deep breath and stepped to Dylan's side. He glanced down at her and gave her a gentle, reassuring smile - exactly what she needed. However, she could still feel her face heating up and her hands getting clammy, as if right on cue.

Her boyfriend was clearly quite comfortable with his crew and had no problem introducing her, and unfortunately, teasing her. She may have stumbled over her words here and there and hoped with her entire being that no one noticed those clammy hands mentioned as she shook each of theirs. But all things considered, the greeting went smoothly. Dylan, being the loving man that he is, made sure she felt grounded with soft touches on her back or arm, and he guided the conversation to ease her mind of that responsibility.

As they sat down on the couch, sharing stories and drinks, she realized that there hadn't been a single awkward moment yet. She smiled on the inside, proud of herself for making do with the ten minutes Dylan gave her, and even more in love with him after seeing the way he raved about her in front of his visitors.

When the door closed and the room was left to the two of them again, finalizing their departure, she let out a deep breath, mumbling, "I guess that wasn't so bad..."

Dylan caught it and smirked. "See, you had nothing to worry about. Ten minutes is plenty of time."

"'Plenty' is an exaggeration, but yeah, I guess I made it work."

His smile only grew as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "They loved you, you know," he said, his voice lowering.

Her cheeks tingled as they changed shades, and she rested her arms around his neck. "Really?"

"Yes, really," he nodded, brushing his nose against hers.

The girl's eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feeling of his wandering hands. They glided up her back after sneaking under her shirt. Clearly, he knew what he was doing and the effect he had on her.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For making everything work out."

His smirk returned and he began pulling her in the direction of his bedroom. "Oh, I'm not done yet."

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Being Stiles Stilinski’s Twin Sister Would Include...

Stiles being born twelve minutes prior to you 

which meant constantly making fun of you for being ‘the little Stilinski’

which resulted to you smacking him so he’d shut up 

He always did

Being the exact opposite of him

Getting along excellently, regardless of your dissimilar personalities

Being the only one able to pronounce his name without slipping up

Being each other’s best friend

Always having each other’s back

Fighting over who’d shower first

Fighting over what you’d have for dinner

Fighting over what you’d watch on TV

Fighting over who’d drive

Fighting over who’d get to date Derek

Stealing his clothes

Twin telepathy

Knowing when either of you was in trouble 

Pulling pranks on Coach together

And getting lectured by Sheriff Stilinski about it

Even though he knew it was realistically pointless

Not arguing often, but when you did, nobody dared to step in-between you two 

They knew better

Having had to learn it the hard way

Being a member of Scott’s pack

Asking your help with the investigation

Isaac trying to flirt with you during pack meetings

Stiles telling him off because he knew you weren’t into him

Istantly noticing when he started showing symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia 

Crying your eyes out when the tests came back positive

Him coming to you for comfort after a nightmare

Calming him down after a panic attack

The Nogitsune kidnapping you to manipulate the pack

You being the one who remembered him first and was able to bring him back 

Leaving Beacon Hills with him

Forever watching out for each other 

[twilightishot]

“I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.” - Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Billy x Charlie is canon but no one said anything because it didn’t relate to Bella’s story.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can you maybe do another season one and two buzzcut stiles smut

𝑂𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑡

Summary: after getting harmed, Stiles comes to the hospital to render you with comfort. His methods definitely work

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: mention of injury, smut, handjob, oral sex (m->f)

Word count: 2968

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“Did you bring the movies?” You asked from your reclined and supported perch on the hospital bed, resting your elbows on the mattress beside where your body was splayed, watching your dork of a boyfriend obviously fumble with the containers within the plastic bags that he was carrying. The two of you hadn’t been dating long, but the pair of you had been friends for so long, since your sand box days, that it felt like it was already a serious commitment. And thus, the transition into something more was not a large step out of the ordinary, it was merely an acknowledged level up, with a label attached to it as through it were being viewed by passers by at a flea market. Scott had already predicted before his height in supernatural senses evoked, the obvious signs of attraction being visible to all, even the strangers in the hall. He thought it was about damn time that the pair of you made your interaction official, the exchange being a relief to all when it was finally announced, and states out in the open, for all to discern.

“Did I bring the movies?” Stiles scoffed, laughing lightly at the end of his mocking enquiry, placing the carrier on the ground, rifling through the plastic to grasp out the first of many within the series of movies that the two of you were to watch. “A new hope.” He mumbled, jumbling with the case as he removed the historical disc out from its case, gently, as though it were made of glass, moved the contextual footage towards the disc tray of the DVD player, placing it perfectly in the flimsy slot. The two of you, especially Stiles, had seen the iconic succession of comic based movies about one million times, and you highly doubted that was an over exaggeration, your childhood and now teen life had been consumed with the prodigy of cinematic syfy series, the leniency to watch them sorely prompted by Stiles’ nerd like support. If it weren’t for him, you were sure that you’d hardly have the sustainable ability to have revised and succeeded in learning over half the movies lines word by word. You’d say it was rather impressive, that and the fact that you managed to not get bored by the storylines, that had skirted around you and landed upon your lap.

Once that deed was done, he grasped the old and sanitised remote, that was flaked with minor remnants of speckled dust, walking back towards you, and clambering beside you upon the pressed hospital mattress. A warmth radiated from him, the extra layers of clothing that he endorsed over his body providing a soft yet comforting rump for you to adorn your head on his chest, a smile roamed upon your face as you engaged your hand around his, your other swirling the scope of circles upon his stomach. One click, and the scene was set, a long time ago, in a galaxy far away... The background of stars invaded your vision, as the instrumental music began to play, and as you turned, you pouted, noticing that Stiles had became vaguely slack from pouring attention over you, and as selfish as it was, you wanted that. So you dubbed for rubbing your thighs together, and nestling your head further into him, lightly moaning from the little friction that you allowed yourself.

It merely succeeded in earning a large yawn from the boy, to which you were condemned to roll your eyes at; such a guy thing! His flouncy arm that lacked any mobilisation of increased strength from paranormal changes, reeled over your shoulder, gently enclosing the space that was little between the both of you. The move was not original by any means, every guy did it, you’d even seen Jackson try and be smooth when he had pissed Lydia of, using the exact same tactic. There was one difference though, all of his attention was consumed upon his strawberry blonde haired girlfriend, and not some movie (you’d never describe it as that for you feared Stiles’ reaction), for Jackson hardly attained interest in the Notebook anyway, you were pretty sure that he had been sentenced to watch the romance over one hundred times now.

There was one solution that came to mind however to captivate Stiles’ interest, you leant your head up, pressing a single peck upon the angle of his jaw, causing a light and temporary smile to adorn his face. But it quickly faded as he returned his attentiveness to the flashing screen, and you found it in yourself to repeat your actions, multiple times, turning sloppy as began to work on leaving a mark upon his abominable snowman skin. You could see his amber brown eyes struggle to concentrate, the umbrella of his lashes struggle to stay all the way open, as he suffered from your amorous teasing that sent a ripple of arousal down his body, though he tried to let it be and ignore the effects that it was rousing from within him. That was made difficult to do so however as you traced your hand down, parking it upon the meat of his thigh, and subjecting the flesh beneath your palm to a strong squeeze, your nails barely leaving indents through the materials of his bottoms, though he still felt their presence.

A rugged moan ripped from his throat as he noticed a shift within the confines of his clothing; his cock was awake, and growing to strain against the claustrophobic material of his underwear, which was then layered over with his sunday sweats. Moisture began to collect on his skin as your hand stifled closer to his conflicted bulge, his face was clenched in a straight demeanour as he tried to continue watching the movie, but it was pointless. He’d never win this battle, even his cock was against him, and he could tell as he felt the tip of his head leak, having an instinctive craving to be handled by your well versed hands, that were now covering his package, and stroking over the rise in lounging fabric. “Y/n...” he hoped the sound of his voice would make you revise your close to public display of sexual urgency. It in fact contorted to encouraging the opposite, as you directly stroked over his hard cock, enforcing him to bite his lip as a means to muffle his sounds.

“I still feel terrible after my accident.” You deceptively admitted, running your finger through a hidden vein on his length that was concealed by the fabrics that adorned his thighs and above. “But I think you have the perfect medicine for me Sti, and it’s right here, in my hand.” Your opposing hand pawed at the hem of his joggers, and your boyfriend had a hard time optimising his struggle of staying adamant against your testing of him. “Spoiler alert; its your cock, and I want it inside of me, don’t you think that’s much better than watching some boring old movies?” It was a clear conflict barraging upon his features, a true endorsement of wanting two things a once. A furrow dented between his brows, posing his inconvenience of suffering before you, as you continued to touch the skin at the bottom portion of his face with your integral lips that was wanting to suck away at his very soul, though, there were other parts of him you could suck to do exactly that.

“Well-“ before he could manage to make an impromptu diversion of topic that would partially insult you, you slunk your hand into the insides of both his joggers and boxers, feeling his warm length confided in the covering of your hand. Riveting from your chest was a ‘hmph’, that along with your soft strokes around him, had a dribble of moans condoning out from his supple mouth. “Shit.” He drawled the swear out, remarking a significant appearance of smugness to dance across your amused expression. “I-“

“Hush.” You ordered him, licking your bottom lip as you tugged at his weeping cock, gently digging your teeth into the skin of his jaw, bleeding a dew of red to blossom upon the patch that you had toyed with. “Look at that, so fat and pretty, look at your balls clenching.” You spoke once you pulled the layers down so that you could gift yourself with the view of his masculine anatomy. “Want me to suck it?” His hand swatted you, making you repress a sound of objection from you. “What?”

“You literally just had like a million stitches, and if we are being specific, you had seven because of the kanima, and not to mention, you had your tonsils removed yesterday!” He stressed, his aggravation also averting from the lack of orgasm that he was still viable to reach, as well as your carelessness. If you were so presumptuous to continue, you would be in this hospital bed for much longer, as well as sour from the risk that you were condemning to catch an infection, just because you were hungry to choke on his cock, and have him spill an incessant stream down the drain of your all accepting throat. “Don’t give me those eyes, is there anything else that I can do to fulfil your needs?” A provoked laugh escaped through your lips to which you were biting, as you swiped your thumb over his slit, making him repel his hips from the sensitivity that prevailed through him.

“Now that you say that...” removing your hand from around him, a disappointed mewl puffed from his cheeks, you reeled the hospital gown up your legs, showing him your thin cotton panties that were mostly for the excerpt of comfort, nevertheless, the plain and black underwear still managed to enforce a wideness to contort his sockets. “I think there’s plenty that you can do Stilinski, why don’t you start down there?” His cock lambently twitched, more so as you reached your own hand down, and circled your covered clit through the seam of the material. Gentle passages of air brewed from your mouth, as you felt a whim of bliss from the small touch adjourn your body into a sway of pleasurable faith. “If you don’t, I will.”

“Someone could walk in.” He tried to reason with you, but his flippant excused upheld no structure in convincing you. His eyes impossibly dealt with the standard of remaining strong as you tried to cripple him with the persuasion of his greatest weakness; sex. Ever since the pair of you had started to be intimate, he was absolutely hooked on the mosaic of sensations that practically took him to another planet. He always knew before the two of you had even done anything, that he wanted to have sex, he wanted someone to sex him! And here he was, trying to refuse and optimal offering of such a gut wrenching reprisal. “And you don’t care, do you?” There was a trial of annoyance written upon your face, it had been almost a week since the pair of you had done anything replenishing together. The time that you had endorsed being a patient in Beacon Hills Memorial hospital had been punctually insatiable; you were being driven mad, craving a slither of a touch that would provoke a state of coursing epiphany and an image of a white hot glare behind your eyes. You felt touch starved, partially neglected.

“I touched yours, so you should touch mine.” That was a fair point, atop of the crucial fact that you were currently feeling celibate, as though you were a virgin all over again. You wore a triggering pout that had Stiles wanting to sink between your legs and replace the expression with one of dismal contortion, and he was more than happy to, as long as you did not endure any more suffering, much less so if he were the one causing it. The kanima had not only paralysed you, but feverishly scathed your side with its paralytic claws, the sharp ends swiping through your flesh, leaving you in the midst of healing from the threatening injury. “You know you want to…” you waggled your hips, holding in a hiss from dragging your bandaged wound against the cot, not wishing to reduce your own chances of getting any. It was bearable, it was already healing, you could handle it.

“I do.” His head bobbed in a ludicrous nod, his buzz cut head daunting the visible skin beneath the thin and short ripples of dark hair to your sore eyes, as he rapidly toyed with the band of your panties, quickly trying to pull them down in a frenzy to have you bare before him, though, the fabric was caught on your thigh, and he had to attempt to do so more slowly, which to anonymous luck, succeeded. “Pussy so pretty.” He hummed, deriving the pad of his finger through your folds, conjuring you to whimper from the attention that filed down your cunt, that you had bashfully attuned to miss. “D’you want my fingers or my mouth?” Stiles enquired, and you coiled in thought, the end result being one of self indulging greed, although, no bone in your body attained any regrets.

“Both.” Was your plausible response, that Stiles had no problem bestowing upon you nor your body; he worshipped you like an oracle in an ancient deity’s temple. He slid his veiny hands down your thighs, making your pulse increase as you awaited him to do something that would have you collapsing upon the old and modernity used mattress, your hips ravenously bucking into his touch whence he breathed a flow of warm air over your clit, filling you with a marriage of anticipation. With a slick and unexpected attendance, the boy stuck his tongue out, swiping it through your folds, collecting a moisture of your essence, your flavour stinging upon his taste buds, only encouraging him to continue eating you out, his index prying at the passage of your entrance, slipping inside and filling your folds with the thick digit that went perfectly between your spongey folds. “Oh my.”

“You taste so good.” He mumbled against the wet flesh of your folds, flicking his mouth upwards to be appealed around the hood of your clit, as he snuck the tip of it beneath, teasing the bead itself as he sunk another knuckle into you. Stiles was relentless, suctioning upon your most intimate parts as he hungrily devoured you, a pressure pivoting in the bottom of your stomach, as you tried to withhold from releasing, so that you could elongate the travel to the milestone high. “Cum on my face, come on y/n/n, wanna feel you finish against my tongue.” His administrations quickened as his tongue consistently flickered upon your bud, and thus, you could not endure the journey to bliss any longer, your face screwed up and chin turned towards the ceiling as you felt his fingers curl inside of you. Your face flushed inwardly with an emancipation of heat, sprung upon your body like a spa’s expansive sauna, your hips hoisting up as you followed down from your high.

When you finally raised your head, being greeted by the image of Stiles removing his head from between your thighs, the wetness that had emitted from your cunt was smeared across his chin, he wiped it with the behind of his hand, as he clambered off the cot, slumping in the seat by your bed side, as you fixed your underwear and pulled it back against your skin, throwing the gown back over your legs as you caught your breath. The pair of you shrivelled in a pristine silence, that was until a visitor inclined themselves legalisation to enter, promptly enforcing your instigating feeling of nervousness, wary that they knew of the counter that you had just participated in; public relations with a lack of digression. It was Melissa, a smile on her face, that supposed the prying glow of her friendly and kind hearted smile.

Her expression radiates the suggestion that she did not know of events that had just unfolded before her presence. “Hi guys.” You had always been well acquainted with her, as had Stiles, she was like a second mother to all, what with the pair of you being such quality friends with her only child. “How are you feeling y/n? I came to check on you, you do appear as though you are sweating a lot. Have you been suffering any pains in the back of your throat or on your side?” No, you had had no pain in your throat, because your lovely, supportive, and simultaneously clumsy boyfriend had deprived you of such a throbbing that far back, or close at all. Gulping, you conjured an answer in the depths of your mind, until you spewed them out in a formation of verbal communication.

“Fine, just fine.” You sighed, puffing your chest out as you flares your irises to the corners of your eyes, lightly yet not too aggressively crossing your arms as you shot Stiles a playful glare. “Though I think Stiles should step outside, I think we should check over the place beneath my ribs, it wouldn’t be appropriate if he stayed and saw me in such a prolific state of undress, now would it?” Stiles spluttered as he endured your words through the canals of his ears, clearly against your personal judgement and wishing to see you completely out of your gown, rather than just having experienced a single, dragged out peek of one of the many treasures that was underneath, gifting himself with more than a glimpse. He had been spoilt with a hands on approach, and he could wait longer for more.

[caradaisyannmarie]

INTRODUCTION

Hi and welcome to my blog! If you like a lot of different fandoms then you are right here.

My name is Cara Daisy Ann- Marie, but most people call me Daisy. I am currently 20 years old. I am a huge fandom lover and I´m basically part of all big fandoms.

The fandoms I write for:

Harry Potter

Maze Runner

Twilight

Vampire Diarie

Teen Wolf

I also love to write about different celebraties:

Thomas Brodie Sangster

Dylan O´Brien

(I am totally opend for different things as well)

I love drama, so be prepared for that HAHA.

Let´s be friends and talk to each other :)

All the love, Daisy

[traashsmash]

Yall know how dylan o'brien loves the mets. Well he brings a lot of his love for them into teen wolf. For example his "weapon" is a baseball bat. And in season 2 where Lydia says she is cold. Stiles offers a orange sweather. But Lydia says no bc she is wearing blue, and then says that it doesn't match. And stiles get Disappointed and says "but it is the colors of the mets"

I love it.. Idk why but i do..

[natebuzzlover344]

First of all, i’m sorry for my english and grammar. And this is a chapter of one of my wattpad stories named “Cliché”

It’s a Mitch Rapp fanfiction, if you like it i will continue to translate it in english.

I don’t own this gif (take it from pinterest)

I stand in front of the mirror looking at my sad reflex. My skin is whiter than milk, and the dark circles around my eyes look awful to me, the redness of the bruise around my eyes has been pierced by small thin veins.

I'm in a tough, tough time. I do not feel well. It was as if all evil had come upon me. I take a foundation with two shades darker from the cherry blush on the table. I need to have a little color, I look like a corpse.

I pour a few drops into my palms and start stretching in front of me. My blue eyes, like the sea, watched as my face began to come to life.

At just twenty-three, my embers-black hair begins to turn white at the roots. The stress is too great. I'm surrounded by people, but I feel lonely. Empty inside.

After applying a layer of mascara on my long lashes, I get up from my chair and take my red dress off the bed.

The bitter taste of sadness is the only aroma I have been feeling for more than three years. The judgment of the people around me depresses me, as if cutting me in the flesh.

My name is Jenna Lockwood and I'm probably the most fake person you've ever met.

After I put on the dress, I look in the mirror and struggle to smile. The red dress fit perfectly on my waist, and the square neckline highlighted my golden necklace, received as a gift from a good friend. I untie my hair and let it fall, reaching close to my hips.

Now that I'm ready, it's time to leave for a new white night in which I will hide my sadness and insecurities behind a mask. White Nights for black days.

I walk in the door of the club excited by the colorful strobe lights and the catchy music that sings so loud it seems to shake the club. The smell of liquor and expensive perfume was all that pleased my nasal senses. People dancing perfectly to the music, lovers making obscene signs without inhibitions, drunks and drunks falling on the stairs in the bathroom, that's my world. The world without prejudices.

I make room using my elbows through the crowd to reach the bar on the side of the club. It seems that the handsome blonde with long hair up to his ears was working hard flaming a few glasses.

“Ohoo, my man!” I yell at him to hear the music and I lean over the bar to clap with him.

He has been my friend since childhood, somehow our friendship lasted despite the years. Although he does not agree with my lifestyle, he understands my pain and respects my decisions.

"Lanna, I thought you'd miss the party!" Michael replies with a wide smile on his face.

The blonde returns to take the bottle of bacardi, already knowing what I usually order, but tonight I thought of drinking something new.

"Why don't you make me a margarita?" I ask, raising both my eyebrows.

Michael smiles at me and takes a glass of daisy from his stand, then greases the top of the glass with water, then dips it in salt and then pours tequila and triple dry.

I could already feel salivating seeing the beautiful pale green liquid poured into the glass. To make matters worse, Michael squeezes another lemon and hands me my glass.

I take the money out of the black envelope but Michael stops me.

“You know the start is from me!” he says friendly.

“ I always forget, some interesting people?” I ask, sipping my glass.

"About that, I understand that friends of the owner will be coming tonight, some dubious ones, be careful ..." Michael informed me, looking around.

I nod and offer a kiss on the cheek. I wink at them, then walk away to the bar and join the crowd of people dancing as if there were no more tomorrow.

I begin to move to the rhythms of the song Feel so close, occasionally sipping from my glass. The taste of tequilla caresses my taste buds.

A tall man with an enviable athletic body had appeared in front of me. He wore a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans of the same color, torn, accessorized with a chain. His beard was a little overgrown, and his hair was quite long with a gorgeous brown.

I approached the charming man in the rhythm of the dance, putting the glass of daisies around his neck, then leaving it on a nearby table.

The mysterious brunette moved in decline with me, giving me a small smile. He wasn't the kind of boy you'd see everywhere, he had a unique face that stood out from the rest of the males around here. The rhythm of the music pushed me closer and closer to him.

I took the opportunity to look at him closely and feel my amber-colored eyes soften in his eyes, not to mention the small drops of honey that were hiding in his iris.

“I've never seen you here and believe me I come very often!” I whisper in his ear to hear the music.

“It’s the first time, this pleace is awesome!” He replied very excited.

The guy grabs my hand and spins me around, and with a strong pull I get to stick my chest tightly to his. I notice a few strands of hair settling over his eye so I reach for his hand and place his hair on his back.

It had been a while since we had been dancing, the songs seemed to change from second to second.

The rest of the evening I felt like in a story. I danced until I felt my sandals tighten and the kamikaze shots flowed incessantly around our necks. I was at the entrance of the club, the cool summer breeze drying the drops of water that flowed on my body. The handsome brunette takes a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket, then carries a cigarette with an orange filter in his mouth.

"My name is Lanna, I think you should know that we've been dancing for more than five hours," I say sarcastically.

“I’m Mitch, very glad to meed you, ma’ lady” he say very charming.

I watched him curiously as he drew so pathetically from the cigarette that it was almost over. It seemed to me that he was stressed, I had never seen anyone smoke a cigarette so quickly.

As soon as he throws the cigarette in the ashtray, he lights another cigarette. The silence of the night put me back in my bitter thoughts, I didn't want peace anymore. The silence depresses me. I stared blankly under the starry sky, searching for a lifeline in my own thoughts.

"Look up!" he tells me with a smile.

His voice instantly woke me from my thoughts, as if it were a crack that pulled me out of my trance.

I conform quickly and feel him wipe the underside of my eye with his fingertips.

"Your mascara had spread," he announced, smiling.

"Oh, thank you," I say through gritted teeth.

I look back at a fixed point and am blocked again by thoughts. I have become addicted to noise, the silence is stifling.

Two young people in love leave the club. A couple who have been visiting the area for more than half a year. I always tried them with admiration, in their case it seems that love and fun are on the same waterline.

This time they didn't come out with a smile up to their ears and holding hands. They seemed to be arguing.

"I'll put my hand in the fire in a few seconds because the guy will slap him," Mitch says, laughing as he looks at the two of them.

I see the skinny blonde slap him hard on the face, turning her head completely.

"She's going to leave now," Mitch continued, as if anticipating the couple's every move.

Indeed, the girl walks away, but the man grabs her arm and turns her away. The variety continues to quarrel, vaguely hearing the girl's tickled voice screaming at him. Probably fed up with the conversation, the man hurried back and entered the club nervously, leaving the girl with his eyes "in the sun".

"Sad show," He commented, lighting a third cigarette.

I take a pack of slim cigarettes out of my envelope and light one. I watched the blonde sit on the curb and cry with her head in her hands.

I never felt the taste of love, I had a few relationships, but I didn't bother. I didn't think anyone would ever love me, after all, if I don't love myself, what can I expect from people?

"I didn't think love hurt," I say, looking at the girl as she wipes her makeup off her face.

"It hurts harder than anything," He says seriously.

“Love shouldn't hurt ... Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing a person hurts, envy hurts”

“Did you list some examples, or did you say what hurts you?” he asks, looking me straight in the eye.

His question had hit me in the head, keeping my mouth wide open looking at him confused. His question was like a slap in the face.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.You've changed since I went out, what's the matter with you, Lanna?”

Mitch kept in touch, emphasizing everything with his hand over mine. I look at him confused, trying to convey a state of frustration, then I start laughing amused. Confusion had appeared instantly on his face.

“Sorry, but I remembered those cliché scenes when the guy asks the girl if she's fine-“

"She's lying to him, telling him she's fine," he continued.

“Exactly!”

"Then let's do something else, what would you tell me Maybe we won't meet again, maybe the roads will bring us back again. Maybe we will become the memory of a pleasant night. We don't know what life has in store for us. You have nothing to lose.

His realism intrigued me. It implied to me that he was open-minded. I sigh, as if without that sigh I wouldn't have had the strength to speak.

“Have you ever felt depressed?" Instead of reassuring you, does it feel like eating live? I ask, sitting down on the metal bench next to me.

“ Yes, I have moments, but all these worries have a cause.”

“ I feel like I want to break up, like me. Sadness, suffering, hot tears and annoying looks.” I say sad

"Have you ever thought we'll drive too much?" he asks in a melancholy tone.

“We think too much about everything, every look, every text.”

“Maybe we should blame ourselves, maybe we will break our hearts, but personal mistakes that are just the basis of suffering. We build the walls ourselves.”

His words seemed to caress my soul, opening my eyes to new perspectives. Is it my fault for these cruel states? For years I threw the arrows of blame on my mother.

Stubborn by nature, I did not want to attest to the fact that I could be the creator of my own agony.

I watch the sky light up, helping the sun to reveal its hot rays, indicating to me that I should go home.

"And another night has passed," he sats, looking at the beautiful sunrise painting the sky in beautiful shades of pink and red.

"I think I should go home," I say, taking my phone out of the envelope and ordering an uber.

"Let's smoke one more cigarette," he says, as if he doesn't want tonight to end.

His words form a smile on my face. I take out a new cigarette and hold it to my lips, and he lights it with a lighter. Our eyes meet, and for a few seconds I forgot I had to smoke.

Looking at him more closely, I noticed small scarred cuts running down his rough face. I was so curious about him. What he does, what his passions are, what brings a smile to his face. On second thought, I didn't want this night to end either.

"I know it may sound cliché, and you may already know that, but you're very beautiful," he says, lost in my eyes.

I thank him and see a blue bay parked right in front of us. Looks like my uber has arrived and will break me from this desired moment.

"Looks like my car has arrived," I say through gritted teeth.

“I really liked this night, Lanna, I hope we meet again, maybe life will last with us” he blushed sincerely kissing my hand.

"I hope so."

I say goodbye to the man who gave me the most beautiful night and I get in the car, looking nostalgically as I walk away from him.

[laflorely]

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