#dylan o'brien stuart

[k-fangirledits]

Shout out to @desaba-farei for all the love on literally basically every single one of my Stuart Twombly gif sets this year!

idk how they managed to make dylan o'brien a nerdy character that can't pull any girls in this movie but hey, he got the girl at the end in a way somehow and she is extremely attractive as well.

All of your likes and reblogs are literally giving me life since I wasn't sure anyone actually knew or remembers this movie. Ahaha, it's such a good comedy.

Thank you again for all the interactions! You are such a wonderful person and I hope you continue to have a great day or night depending on when you see this post.

[stilinskibaby]

dylan obrien, the man that you are

[xoxostilinski]

Nerdy boys fuck best 🥱🫣

[xoxologgedoutsry]

| Stiles is so golden retriever x black cat |

Fanfic coming soon with this trope <3

xoxo layla

[obriengf]

How would the characters react to their partner who is usually smiley and happy, stop smiling because of a bad day or something happened

please send me some dylan characters and headcanons! TEMPORARILY CLOSED

stiles: the moment he sees your saddened face, his would drop too. your smile would be his driving force and without it, all energy would be drained. stiles would be desperate to know the source of what made you lose your sparkle but he also knew that comfort needs to come first, and questions asked later. stiles loves hugs - so immediately, you would be wrapped within his arms and he would hold you until he deemed enough. if you cried, his hand would rub your back. if you were just dejected, he would whisper stupid jokes in your ear until you laughed. he wouldn't try using his detective skills on what made you upset until he knew you were looked after.

mitch: if you were his work partner, mitch wouldn't know what to do if you were sad. usually, you were kickass and didn't let anything bother you, keeping your emotions at bay like the CIA taught you both so well to do. you would finish a mission, and the relief wouldn't be evident as it usually was - and that was mitch's first clue. he wouldn't ask what was wrong, but probably pat your shoulder awkwardly, and try to distract you with promises of drinks or packing up your belongings for the jet ride home. if you were his lover, he would feel emotional distress of his own seeing you upset. he would hold you tight, and try to coax out the reason for your sadness. if it was a person, mitch would definitely handle it.

thomas: he had spent so long making sure everybody was safe and happy in the safe haven, so it was only natural that his determination continued if he saw you downhearted. thomas wouldn't ask why until you were ready, but he would try to distract you. he'd probably convince you to go on a run with him to clear your mind, stopping for a break at one of the small cliffsides up the mountain as you both took in the view. he'd try to make you smile and happy, then probably make a comment like 'there's that smile I've been missing'. after a while, he would ask what was wrong. and despite possible protests, he would do whatever he could to make sure he could resolve it.

stuart: he didn't have the best social skills, and probably wouldn't notice you were sad until someone else mentioned it and it caught his attention. he would be awkward around the situation, but he wasn't heartless. stuart just rolling his seat over to yours and sitting silently until you looked over to him - he would smile nervously, probably reach out to lightly pat you shoulder and it would make your face screw up in confusion. but he wouldn't leave you as he started making small talk, asking if you needed anything, or wanted help with work. stuart wouldn't ask what was wrong but he would try be be accommodating, and that was more than enough for you.

joel: he is extremely empathetic - if you were upset, he would be on you in seconds asking what happened. joel would want to know so he could figure out the best way to make you feel better. you need comfort? sit back and he would make you some soup to 'warm your soul'. you need consolation? he would stick to your side, hugging you or just holding you to him as he rocked you slowly. you want to be left alone? he understood that, and he would let you cool off but he wouldn't be far away as he observed to make sure you were alright. joel would never be too far away... as long as he would be able to make you smile again.

sam: sam would begin with being slightly anxious - a part of him would worry if he did something wrong, the other part would be about whether he could fix whatever was wrong. this aspect of him drove gentle questioning about what led to you being upset, and once he knew the answer, he jumped straight into caring protective mode. he would have careful movements as he held you, or led you to a comfortable place. sam getting you a warm drink to give you a bit of pep, or if you are incredibly upset he would make you drink a glass of cold water to calm your nerves. he would assess whether you need to talk it through, and act accordingly.

richie: richie doesn't always think rationally, which is why anger would be at the forefront of his mind. the fact that something or someone made you upset was utterly appalling, and they needed to be taken down. he would find out what happened, and either send someone to deal with it on behalf of him as he looked after you, or he would go deal with it himself so that they felt the despair that provoked you to collapse sad and upset in his arms. he never showed this side of him in public, but behind closed doors he would absolutely dote over you - loving hugs and reassurance, a soft tender side that only came out for you. whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and promises like 'they will think twice next time they decide to mess with my girl again'.

[willowsfanarts]

you made me a believer - latest artwork

[kowbelll]

Cute

I'm a little late, but here's more of the twins, Stiles and Stuart Stilinski! And bis thanks to @darkintothedawn for the inspiration! I couldn't have done it without your phenomenal ideas!

Word Count: 965

She couldn’t remember falling asleep, nor how she ended up so perfectly snuggled between her two favorite boys. She did, however, know exactly who was who, just by feeling them breathe against her. Stuart was lying on his back, his arm bent so that his hand held the back of his neck, creating the perfect nook for her head to rest on his chest. Her arm was already wrapped around his waist when she instinctively pulled him closer. Stiles, being the more deliberate twin, was behind her, spooning her and keeping her in a tight embrace while his nose stayed buried in her hair.  

When the three of them began dating, snuggling was sometimes more comparable to a cold war: no physical attacks, but verbal arguments and even threats about who should be where and what positions they should lay in. The poor girl had to be the mediator, begging them to compromise somewhere in the middle for her sake. They had been whipped since they first met her, so it’s no surprise that they listened, although somewhat begrudgingly.  

At this point, they have nearly mastered the art of going with the flow or, in other words, letting her get comfortable first, and then sliding in on either side, always taking turns facing her. Many things are like this in their relationship since their circumstances are somewhat unusual. 

As if on cue, they both lifted their heads to look at her and she looked between them in turn.  

“There she is,” Stiles said with an adoring grin. 

“It’s about time,” quipped Stuart. 

The last time she was conscious, Stiles was driving them back to their house after their date at the zoo. Seeing her beam about each animal as they wandered through the park ignited more love in their hearts for her. There wasn’t a single thing she could do that wouldn’t make them ruminate on her excessive amounts of ‘cuteness’, as they say. Apparently, all of that walking and enthusing tuckered her out, because she was out like a light, slumped against Stuart’s shoulder in the backseat. She figured one of them must have carried her inside and upstairs. 

“What time is it anyway?” she said before yawning. 

Stuart glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Almost eight.” His fingers traced random patterns on her arm, still wrapped around his waist. 

“Wow. I’ve been asleep this whole time?” 

“Yeah, it’s very cute,” Stiles said, nuzzling into her hair blissfully. 

“Again, with the ‘cute’ thing? Aren’t there any other words you can use to describe me?” As of recently, she’d been growing tired of their teasing insistence. ‘Cute’ was basically their new favorite word. 

“Nope. You’re cute, it’s time to accept it,” Stiles stated simply. 

“I’m not rejecting it!” 

“Yes, you are. And it’s not very nice,” Stuart added. 

She couldn’t believe they turned this onto her, yet again! The few times they actually work together are spent teasing her. Not when she asks them to stop bickering about nonsense, no, that would be too easy. They just have to throw a wrench in the works. 

“What!? How am I not being nice?” she exclaimed. 

“You know exactly how. Don’t try to act all innocent.” Stiles was too sly for anyone’s good. 

“I’m not-” 

“Oh, come on. We all know what you’re doing,” interjected Stuart. “You’re fishing for compliments! You know, your greed is gonna catch up with you eventually.” He wore a poker face that was convincing enough to make her face flush, turning rosy. 

Stiles lifted his head and caught a glimpse her warm pout and chuckled, saying, “Oh, don’t do that, you know we’re just messing with you.” 

“Whatever. I’m hungry.” 

“So that’s why you’re so grumpy,” Stuart started, but stopped and furrowed his eyebrows when he felt her begin to release herself from their holds. “Wait, where are you going?” He and Stiles both tightened their grasps. 

“To the kitchen. I’m hungry.” Her repeated words were blunt because, to her, it was obvious. 

“Woah, wait a damn minute, you can’t leave yet!” Stiles said. 

“Why not?” She narrowed her eyes at him, looking behind her. 

“Because.” 

“Because? That’s it?” 

“Yes!” he asserted. 

“What he means,” Stuart glared at his twin, “is that we... uh... really, really don’t want you to.” He wore a pained expression, knowing full well that his reasoning was probably only hurting their cause, and Stiles gave him the death stare right back. 

She sighed, beginning to move again, and he knew this meant he only had one choice left. “Ok, ok, we’re sorry, we’re sorry... Please don’t get up. Seriously.” He paused to think, then continued, "Hey, how about you stay here, and someone brings food to you?” 

The girl smiled slightly and began to relax into the bed again. “Alright. I can agree to that.” 

Stiles’ face lit up. “Perfect! Stuart will go.” 

Stuart’s eyes widened with rage. That scheming bastard! he thought, and he sat up with malintent radiating off of him, causing Stiles to practically duck, burying his face in her hair yet again. He huffed, knowing that he can’t beat his brother’s ass when their girlfriend is anywhere near him; he would not take that risk.  

He took a couple of seconds to relax (for now, he’d get his revenge after she went home), then leaned down to press a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Anything for the cutest girl in the world.” 

Seeing her soft smile almost made the trip downstairs worth it, but he knew tackling Stiles and throwing him down those same stairs later would cure him.  

As soon as Stuart left the room, Stiles pulled her impossibly closer, relishing in the few moments of alone time. 

“You know Stuart is going to kill you, right?” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

[mrsobrien]

My husband

[stilesstilinskisposts]

[lisa-dylan826]

He’d have been awesome 🥰🥰

[panthressa]

I have a couple more requests for Stiles to get to over the next few days, but if anyone has spicy thoughts for Stuart or Mitch that they'd like to share, please send them my way!

[xoxostilinski]

Fuck me like you mad at me baby 😝❤️‍🔥

[xoxologgedoutsry]

𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵 - Noah Cyrus, XXXTENTACION

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𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑲𝑰 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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Summary | Drunken encounters with your favorite ex boyfriend <3

Content Warnings | Underage drinking, Slight smut ish?, mentions of sex, attempted assault? Swearing.

[ Idk how I feel about this it was kind of rushed and not planned that well but I might do a part two? ]

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ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ, ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ.

I don’t know how you’re always getting yourself in this position, but somehow, someway you’re always here.

ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ

Currently leaning against a pillar with not a single thought in your head, so completely shitfaced you can’t even comprehend what’s going on with all the blasting music, your pounding headache, and the flashing party lights.

ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ (ᵒʰʰ, ᵒᵒʰ, ᵒᵒʰ) ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ?

Pulling your phone out of your back pocket dialing the one number you shouldn’t be, your ex boyfriends. Stiles. He had just broken up with you last week, for some dumbass reason. Something along the lines of… “i’m sorry y/n I really am.” “I’m not trying to hurt you love, trust me i’m doing this for you.”

(ᵒᵒʰ, ᵒʰʰ, ᵒᵒʰ) ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ���ⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ˢᵃʸ.

Thoughts of crying and begging him to stay lingering in your drunken mind, as you hear your phone ring and his voice. Oh how much you loved his voice, a voice that would comfort you when you were sad and one that’s would say wondrous things to you and your body when you fucked.

"ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ. ˡ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ" ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ, ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ. ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

“y/n?” You smile at his voice. His very dreamy voice, “helloooo? y/n? What’s Wrong, are you okay? Are you in trouble?!” He asks all too concerned. “I’m fineeee stilesss” You say slurring your words and dragging out the s. “Are you drunk? Since when do you drink?” He asks you reaming calm. “I dunno, It just, just.” You say not remembering what you were rambling on about. “Stiles?” “Yeah baby?” The nickname making your heart melt completely. “I miss you, like a lot more than I should.” You say trying not to tear up.

(ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ) ˡ-ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ ˡˡˡ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ.

“I miss you to y/n.” He reply’s then stays quiet listening to you sniffle, “But you really hurt me stiles, like really bad. For that your such an asshole, and I hateeee you so much.” Your words completely slurred once again. “I know love.” He replies, “how about you let me come pick you up and bring you home.” He says considering your wasted state.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ, ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛ ᵉᵐᵉ. ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ (ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ)

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ, ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ, ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇʸ

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

“Maybe.” “Stay on the phone with me until I get there, I should be there shortly alright?” “Your such a dick stiles.” He listens. “Y-You, Y-your.” You say while breaking out crying. “I know, y/n. I know I fucked up and i’m sorry but I’ll be there soon baby hold on.” “o-okk can we talk when you get here?” You say as you slide down the pillar hold your knees as your eyes slowly shut. “Of course we can.”

(ᵒʰʰ ᵒʰʰ) ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ (ᵒʰʰ ᵒʰʰ) ˡ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ. ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ⁱᵐ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ.

ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉˡˡ ˢᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ, "ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ˡ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ."

Once he arrives he gets out of his car checking your location before heading out back to the patio seeing you corned by two guys, clearly trying to get one thing out of you and one thing only.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ( ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ)

“Hey! y/n!” Stiles tells the two guys looking back at him, he jogs over to you, to find out with mascara running down your eyes as-well as tears. “Hey go find your own girl to fuck we got this one man.” One of the guys says to Stiles. Stiles immediately punches the guy square in the nose making him groan in pain as blood poured out. The other guy backed off and walked away.

ˡ-ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ ʰⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵉⁿ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ,

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ,

Stiles grabs you carrying you out over his shoulder as you hit his back cursing him out. “You’re such an asshole! I hate you stiles. I hate you so much Stiles’s stilinski! I hate your dumbass laugh and your stupid personality!” he sits you down in the passenger seat buckles you in then headed into the drivers seat. Driving the Car past your house to his. Knowing your parents would loose their mind if they found you in this state.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ,

Once you get to his house he parks the car then stares as you as you cry. “B-but most of all I hate how you broke my heart, and how i’m still so in love with you.” You sobbed, He looks at you with sorrow and guilt, then he leans forward pressing his lips against yours his lips soft, filled with love and memories.

ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ

“I know baby, trust me I know.” “I love you so much more than you even know y/n.” He stated as he got out of the car carrying you up to his bed getting you changed into comfy clothes then cuddling in next to you.

“I love you Stiles.”

“I love you way more y/n.”

ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ

[obriengf]

OH how would the guys react to seeing reader in something sexy for the first time

omg i loved this - please send me some dylan characters and headcanons!

stiles: his jaw would quite literally drop to the floor, eyes staring shamelessly. you were probably going to a party and lydia gave you some unnecessary fashion advice, but you started rethinking just how necessary it really was when you saw stiles' reaction. he would have the equivalent of cartoon heart eyes, and an obvious trail of drool down his chin. constantly babbling about how good you looked, how beautiful you were. scott would need to give him wack over the head to break him out of his admiring daze.

mitch: this depends purely on the situation. if it were casual, he would wolf whistle loudly. probably make some small remark about how sexy you look, how he was desperate to get his hands all over you. holding your hand above your head and prompting you to twirl for him. if it were on a mission, however, he would stay silent but he can only control himself so much. you're undercover and he didn't expect the tight material, but he would stare, like really stare... especially at your ass. most likely thinking very dirty things.

thomas: the first thing he would do is curse under his breath, very taken aback. he would be drawn speechless after that, but it was his eyes that did all the talking. they trailed every single inch of you, slowly and with purpose. when he focused on a bit of skin you can guarantee that he would be biting down hard on his lip, trying to hold back a moan. thomas wouldn't be able to stop thinking how soft your skin would be, and you better believe that he has the image of you burnt in his mind forever.

stuart: he would need to be coaxed away from his phone or laptop screen, but damn, when he did he would forget that they even existed. his face would contort into a faux-drunken expression as he took you in - eyes blinking constantly, wondering if this was a dream. you'd be talking to him about going out with neha and some other friends, but he wasn't listening in all honesty, just absolutely mesmerised by how hot you looked. then he'd probably snap out of it and remind you to take one of his jackets to stop pervs from staring at you too.

joel: it'd be a hot day, a really hot day, as you wandered across the surface to get to jenner beach. joel would be ahead of you, face peering down at the map, talking aloud but mostly to himself. it wasn't until he turned around to ask you something that he saw that you had shed some layers - your jacket gone, shirt rolled up your torso, shorts cuffed even shorter. you were glistening from the heat and perspiration of the environment. he could hear boy barking at him, and he could see you reach out, but joel was so taken by how you looked that he didn't notice the hole behind him - one step too far, eyes focused on you, and joel fell deep, and hard (play on words, hehe).

sam: he first saw you standing across the bar from him - he'd definitely spoken to you before, in fact, you were one of his many tinder dates, but he never called you back. sam didn't remember that though as he drunk in your tight clothes that hugged you just right, and how your hips swayed as you walked, your body perfect as it stood before him. sam's obliviousness forced him over to you as he leaned on the bartop, tongue lapping at his lips, a silent groan settling in his chest. he threw a compliment your way, and next thing he knew, your drink was thrown back in his face.

richie: he would be so proud that his partner looked that good. it was a thing of richie's to focus on appearances - he had to, always being in the spotlight. not to be mistaken though with the fact that he loves you for being you, your kindness and huge heart is what captured his. but he never would've expected your clothing to be that figure-hugging, especially within this day and age of conservative, but expensive, dressing. you were both at a gathering and richie definitely showed you off, you were his and he wanted everyone to know it. after enough gawking, though, he took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders - not to be removed until later tonight, in his bedroom.

[97buckley]

im gonna faint.

[kowbelll]

Stuart Twombly exchanges lots and lots of sassy, bratty remarks with his girlfriend until they inevitably make out and touch every inch of each other.

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