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obriengf · 9 months ago

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24 Crayons || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: A boy met a girl in the midst of innocence, and formed a friendship that would last the ages. Words: 1.1k Warnings: omg just cuteness to the max Notes: written in third person, remaining chapters set in first person!

part one of TWENTY FOUR - a stiles stilinski series (masterlist)

Innocence was the simplicity of a sunny day; the way the light warmed skin and caught reflections in a twinkling gleam. It was the gentle hum of a small Californian town, filled with buzzing townsfolk in suburban settings and singing birds that found sanctuary in the surrounding wilderness. It was the floral scent of garden-lined sidewalks that was encapsulated within a plethora of beautiful flowers. But most of all, on this very particular day, innocence was the budding friendship between two children on their first day of kindergarten. Brown, doe-like eyes, peered upward as lips jutted out in a pout. They belonged to a young boy as nerves overtook his small body, worried about being alone and away from his parents. His hands were small as they gripped onto the pant legs of his father before cementing his little feet to the pavement below. He was refusing to move; head shaking, frown quivering, cheek rubbing against khaki-coloured material. "Stiles, honey..." A tender voice cooed, a woman with dark brown hair and the sweetest of smiles now moving to crouch to his level. She was among the shining light of the sun, ethereal glows highlighting her frame before a hand with a loving touch cupped the young boy's face. "You'll have the best time, I promise. Once you make some friends, you will love it here." "B-but you and dad are my friends!"

The woman's gaze saddened as they flickered up toward her husband, a mutual conversation of silent expressions and empathy. With a tender pat to her shoulder, the woman stood, instead replaced by a man with kind eyes and a gold badge that glimmered in the light. Stiles' focus moved to the word 'Deputy' as his small finger dragged over the engraving on the golden metal, his sobs quietening only in the slightest.

"Do you want to see the special big boy present we got for your first day, bud?" The man spoke with a gentle tone before being met with a sniffle and hesitant head nod from his son. He was careful as he dug through the spiderman backpack in front of him, his facial features contorting with funny expressions to make Stiles laugh. The sound of happiness made the man sigh with contentment as he pulled out a yellow box - colours, one of every rainbow shade, were lined up perfectly and ready for a creative imagination.

"Crayons!" Any prior sense of despair had dissipated as the boy's eyes grew, childlike wonder and jovial sounds now becoming his persona in the way his parents had always known him. The box was grasped with delicate fingers before small arms were thrown behind the father's neck, holding him in a loving embrace.

The man smiled. All surroundings slowly faded as this family of three stood within their bubble of perfection - of love, and purity. Everything was right in the world, and nothing could stand in their way.

Stiles stood off to the side; his senses were on alert, nervousness working through his small frame as he overlooked the large classroom and the many bodies that took up its space. He was too shy to speak to anyone, and he felt as if the room began to close in on him the longer he isolated himself. He dreamed of being back in the arms of his father, to be looking up at his mother's graceful smile that made all the scary moments go away. Everybody seemed to have someone and Stiles had never felt so alone.

It wasn't until he looked across to the far side of the room - past the children playing with their toys, and his new teacher talking to other adults that he didn't know - that he spotted another that seemed as lonely as he did. She had her back turned to him, but he could tell that she was sad by the way her pencil moved slowly over the page in front of her.

Little feet padded with caution as Stiles made his way toward her, the box his father gave him clutched tightly to his chest as a reminder that he was a big boy now and that alone was enough to give him some courage.

He cleared his throat, voice quiet as he peered over her shoulder, "Can I sit with you?"

Her head shot up with surprise to hear another voice, body turning quickly to see a young boy with the biggest brown eyes she'd ever seen. She nodded eagerly, pushing the chair beside her out for him to drop beside her. Stiles felt relief, his smile wide with anticipation as he stuck his hand out - something his father taught him when saying hello to new people. The girl looked at him funny before she smiled too, her hand sliding against his easily.

"Hi, my name is Mieczyslaw!" He spoke quickly, the sound of his name amusing as it came from his young squeaky voice. It didn't make it any easier to understand with the tooth missing from his bottom row, either.

Her head tilted, lashes fluttering as she thought of what he said. The girl hummed, "Mich.. ca.. slor?"

Stiles laughed loudly, his grin growing wider, if even possible. The boy nodded, "Kinda, but it's okay, it's hard to say sometimes."

The girl giggled along with him, her body turning further in her seat until she was facing him front on. "That's a funny name!"

"It's my grampa's name.." He started, shuffling closer to the girl, "But you can call me Stiles! Erry'one calls me that."

"Okay, Stiles. That's a funny name too!" She followed his earlier sentiment as her small hand was thrown toward him, ready for another shake, "I'm Y/n."

He took it gladly, "I like that name, it's pretty. Y/n."

A red hue dusted her cheeks, a mix of excitement and happiness as she found someone to talk to. And he was someone that made her laugh, which she liked most of all.

Stiles wasn't afraid as he put his box of crayons on the table between them, a sense of pride filling him as he saw her eyes widen in amazement. He patted the top, "My dad and mom gave me these."

"Wow! And you got the big box too, with all the good colors!"

Stiles' smile never faltered, and he knew that he liked you straight away. You were going to be a good friend. "Yeah! I haven't opened 'em yet. Did you wanna color with me?!"

That was the beginning of an unbreakable friendship, the first chapter in the lives of you and Stiles Stilinski.

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maddie0101 · 10 months ago

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Summary Stan teaches Mitch a lesson that may have an impact on the two ex-best friends amending their relationship. Meanwhile, Mitch finds out one of Addison’s biggest secrets.

Warnings: cussing, violence, tension.

Word Count: 2,289k

➭ Previous Chapter ➭ Series Masterlist

Fluttering her eyelashes as she blinks in disbelief and shock, Addison stares at the doorway. Her heart races as she tries to process what just happened. Not the way I expected that to go...

Shaking out of her racing thoughts, running wild through her anxious mind, Addy sighs before heading out of the homestead to meet with the rest of the recruits.

As she steps outside, the crisp morning air washes over her face, sending a shiver down her spine. The morning sun casts a golden glow over the lush greenery, illuminating the dew twinkling in the grass. Addy takes a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves.

I can't believe her. Mitch scoffs as he trails behind Alex, replaying the reunion over and over again. Why the hell would she do that?

"Stop." Alex's voice causes Mitch to halt in his tracks; as he looks around, he realizes they're standing in a small clearing, encircled by towering pine trees.

"Wha—here?" Mitch questions, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Alex nods, confirming Mitch's question. Suddenly, a twig snaps behind them, causing both of them to turn their heads and spot several recruits walking in their direction.

Mitch's eyes darted to the right and hardened upon the sight of the only female approaching the group. However, as Addison strode over with confidence, Mitch's gaze softened slightly, scanning over her features and small frame as he took the time admire her beauty.

Addison had always been stunning, but Mitch was too preoccupied with impressing Katrina to notice what was right in front of him.

Katrina was the type of girl who always had a flock of admirers around her. She was smart, beautiful, and had a magnetic personality that drew people towards her. Mitch had been crushing on her for months, and he couldn't believe his luck when she finally agreed to go out with him.

However, Addison had been his best friend since childhood and had always been supportive of him. Mitch had never considered her in a romantic way, until a few days before Katrina agreed to go out with him. Of course he never got to act upon his feelings because of the events that followed that night, but he always thought she was beautiful.

Even as Mitch gazed at her from afar, he couldn't help but notice Addison's angelic beauty. Her long, luscious curls were meticulously pulled back into a sleek ponytail, accentuating her sharp facial features and high cheekbones. She was dressed in a snug grey tank top that hugged her curves and a pair of form-fitting leggings that complemented her toned legs. Mitch couldn't help but be mesmerized by her stunning blue eyes that seemed to sparkle.

From a distance, Mitch's gaze was fixed on Addison, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her ethereal beauty. Her long, voluminous curls were carefully tied back into a sleek ponytail, framing her sharp facial features and high cheekbones perfectly. She was dressed in a snug grey tank top that clung to her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned physique, and a pair of form-fitting leggings that highlighted her athletic legs, giving her an alluring appeal.

Mitch couldn't help but be mesmerized by her stunning blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. He found himself lost in them for what felt like hours, unable to tear his gaze away from her captivating beauty. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away and nothing else existed except for the two of them. Mitch felt a warmth spread through his chest as he realized that he was falling for her all over again, but the betrayal twisted something in his heart and made him furious. He couldn't believe that she had lied to him. He had trusted her with his heart. Mitch took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew he needed to talk to her and get some answers, but he didn't want to right now. He was still angry.

Shit. Mitch cussed in his head. He couldn't help but appreciate how gracefully she had aged over the years, becoming even more captivating and mesmerizing since the last time he'd seen her. His heart seemed to flutter in his chest as she met his gaze from afar, awakening an old feeling.

Now, seeing her again after all these years, he couldn't help but wonder what could have been. Would they still have been best friends? Would him and Katrina have ended up together still? Or would it have been Addy on the beach instead of Katrina.

Snapping his dazed orbs over to a figure behind him, Mitch lifted his gaze up to Stan; handing over a knife, Stan laid the cold metal in the recruit's hands.

"Kill me." Stan ordered, watching as Mitch's gaze hardened.

Pressing her lips together as she folded her arms over her chest Addison watched as Mitch suddenly jumped forward, taking a jab at Stan. Quickly the ex-navy seal caught Mitch's hand and twisted his arm, causing Mitch to let out a pained groan as Stan then flipped him over. Landing on the dirt with a groan, Mitch growled as the cold metal of the blade pricked his neck.

"People think you can slice a man's throat like this," Stan spoke, glancing between the recruits circled around. "That's only in the movies."

Shoving the blade further onto Mitch's neck at the base of his throat, Stan whispered, "Right there." Placing his hand on top of the hilt of the knife, Hurley pushed down a bit harder as Mitch wriggled uncomfortably below him, resulting in Addy to hold her breath as Hurley glanced up.

"Do. No noise, no mess." Mitch's eyes fixated on the older man as he slowly lifted himself off. The new recruit's chest heaved with each breath as he tried to catch his breath, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Sighing before pushing himself up and off of the ground, Mitch let out an exasperated sigh as he caught Addy's mischievous expression, her tongue slowly darting over her lower lip in an attempt to suppress a grin.

Dusting the dirt off his arms as Stan tosses the knife to the dirt below, Mitch looks between the group as Hurley barks, "Victor, you're up."

Unfolding her arms as her gaze meets with her father's, Addy steps closer to the two as Victor bends down to grab the knife.

Not even a split second later, Victor jumps forward and attempts to stab at Mitch. Managing to dodge each attempt, Mitch shoots his hand out and catches Victor's before he can stab him. Using his upper body strength, Mitch hurls the man over his shoulder and slams him onto the ground.

Addy's eyebrows furrow as she watches the two, slightly amused. Didn't expect that...The girl thought to herself as she observed Mitch throw the knife to the side. Needles prick the girl's neck as her cheeks tinted a slight hue of red. Stop it. Addy scolds herself, unsuccessfully ripping her eyes away from Mitch's muscular and toned arms.

"What the fuck, man." Victor shot Mitch a glare as he pushed himself up. "Who grabs a fucking blade?"

Mitch shifted on his other foot as he flickered gaze between Victor and his ex-best friend, watching amused. As Mitch moved his tongue along the lower part of his lip, his deep brown eyes wandered towards the girl standing at a distance. Addison's intense stare caught his attention, making him pause for a moment.

A small smirk tugged on Addy's lips as Victor caught Mitch off-guard, landing a punch to the recruit's jaw. Groaning as he stumbled back, Mitch caught himself before he could hit the dirt. Feeling the anger bubbling inside his chest as Victor smiled and glanced over to Addison, Mitch quickly jumped forward and wrapped his hands around Victor's waist and slammed him to the ground below.

Addy pressed her lips together in amusement as she cocked her head to the side. Okay, that was kinda hot. She admitted to herself.

Climbing on top of Victor, Mitch raised his fist into the air and punched the man. Anger seemed to replace any other emotion he had as he repeatedly smacked Victor's face. Groans and grunts escaped the two as Victor got the upper hand and flipped them over, but unsuccessfully, Mitch squirmed out of his grasp and, once again, started to beat the other recruit repeatedly.

Addison's eyebrows knitted together as she watched the man she once knew be consumed by nothing but anger. Her heart sunk into her stomach as she realized that he must have gone through something traumatizing to end up this way.

If she was being honest with herself, it broke a part of her soul that she wasn't there for him. Maybe if she had been there, then he wouldn't be like this?

Finally managing to throw Mitch off, Victor mirrors his fellow recruit as the two circle each other. "Come on, you fucking pussy. Let's go!" Victor shouted as he grew angrier.

Lifting her gaze to meet Hurley's, Addy nods as she understands her father's silent exchange. The girl sighs to as she steps forward, swinging her leg back.

As if he doesn't already hate me.

Bringing her leg down, Addy uses all her strength and kicks Mitch's leg out from under him; causing Mitch to let out a groan of pain as he falls onto his back. Guilt creeps up in Addy's chest as Victor bends down over Mitch to land a punch to his jaw.

Thank you, Dad. Honestly. Addison scoffs, shaking her head as she rolls her eyes.

"You gotta have eyes in the back of your head."

Grunts and groans escape from the two as they continue fighting. Glancing back up to her father as she keeps her arms crossed over her chest, Addy sighs once more as she reaches behind her and grabs the cold metal resting in her waistband.

Anger boils inside of Mitch's chest as he attempts to push Victor off, but a sudden gunshot right above his head catches him off guard, causing him to lose his footing and slip as he yelps at the loud boom.

"You flinch, you die." Hurley declares as he circles the two fighting on the ground. "Orion is about the mission. It ain't about you."

Grunting as he finally manages to get the upper hand, Mitch pulls Victor into a headlock. Addison shifts onto the other foot as she watches Victor's face turn red, unsuccessfully attempting to escape from Mitch's tight grasp. Attempting to tap out, Victor desperately tries to suck in a breath, but Mitch doesn't let up.

"You go down out there, you're a ghost; you don't exist." Hurley continues his speech, "There's nobody, nobody coming back for you.

Finally easing up and letting the man breathe, Mitch spits the metallic taste out of his mouth as he rises to stand, quickly glancing over to Addy. Really? Mitch shoots her a glare, irritated she took part in the fight.

"You're about to be captured." Stan lowers his voice, reaching behind his back to pull his pistol out. Lifting the gun to his open mouth, Hurley places the barrel inside his mouth, causing Addison to roll her eyes at his dramatics.

The gun clicks as Mitch watches with his eyebrows furrowed. This guy is fucking insane.

"Bye-bye." Stan whispers as he turns to meet Addison's disapproving gaze.

He's such a drama queen. Addy rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Glancing to the side just in time to see Mitch wipe his chin and spit a mouth full of blood out, Addison grimaces as Mitch avoids the eyes burning into his skull.

"Everyone but Quinn, head back to the barracks." Hurley ordered, glancing between the group before they split.

Swallowing the lump in her throat as Mitch walked past, shooting her a glare, Addison waited as footsteps grew distant till she walked up to her father.

Sighing as his gaze softened upon settling his eyes on his daughter, Stan's waited a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He whispered softly. "We didn't get to have our talk this morning."

Shaking her head as she couldn't seem to rip her gaze away from the dirt below, Addison scoffs as she fights back the tears burning in her eyes. "He hates me." Her voice cracked as she looked up to the sky, shaking her head.

"He doesn't hate you, Addy." Hurley pressed his lips together, watching his daughter with a heartbroken gaze. "It's my fault, if anything, but I had to keep you safe."

Addison sighed as she finally met her father's gaze, "I know, Dad. I can't thank you enough for being there. I don't know what I would've done. I understand why, but it still hurts knowing that I've destroyed a bit of myself and Mitch."

Mitch's eyebrows furrow as the hard bark of the tree presses into his back. Shock and disbelief etch their way across his dark features as he listens in on Addison and Stan's conversation.

Hurley is her dad? Wtf.

What the hell happened back when we were teenagers? Mitch wondered.

Furrowing his eyebrows as their conversation became inaudible, Mitch hesitantly peered behind the trees covering his position. As his eyes land on the two Hurleys, Mitch's gaze softens as he watches Stan pull his daughter into a hug.

Not only was he the new punching bag and victim, he was now also a target for Stan. Slowly piecing together the puzzle, Mitch starts to understand why Addison is here in the first place.

➭ Next Chapter (tba)

Author’s note:

Hi babes! Finally over my little writing slump. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! My writing is gradually getting better, haha.

Do ya’ll like the red/black gradient text? Or should I just change it to all red. (I don't want anyone having trouble reading it so please let me know if you think I should change it!

Also, if you would like to be tagged lmk! ☻

Tags: @chaoticroaddreamerpasta

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ferrersbiggestfan · 1 year ago

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I have NOT written in a long time but I feel like I have read all the fanfictions ever made so I decided to start writing again. English is not my first language but I’ll try my best. I decided to start simple with ‘x reader’ fictions.

Some characters i plan to write for:

• Dean Winchester

• Sam Winchester

• Mitch Rapp

• Jaime Reyes

That’s all for now since I’m starting again. Feel free to send requests! Thank you!

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musewritingsforyou · 1 year ago

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The Void

Summary: The pack races to save a girl from her own father

Warnings: swearing, blood, guns

Word Count: 4.3k

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Episode Two: Part Two

y/n Pov

Stiles and I were reluctant to give away what we knew about where the twins had been hiding. We haven't really found out on purpose, it just sort of happened when we were driving around one day. We saw the twins' bikes outside Derek's apartment. And then we drove by on purpose… more than once. The bikes were always there.

Stiles slid open the door to the large and simple apartment. For the amount of people that love there and come in and out, you would think it would have more stuff in it. Lydia walked down the steps first, scanning the room when she got to the bottom.

“They said they would meet us here.” Stiles and I stepped down to both of her sides. We didn't even have a moment to react before two shadows reached out from behind the doors, barely visible.

“Jesus! Scott, are you okay?” I called out when I saw that they had rushed him, punching him square in the jaw. Before he had a change ro respond they threw him in our direction, stiles pulling me to the side before he hit the ground. There was nothing we could do but watch helplessly as they beat him. As cocky as the three of us can get- especially when put together- we know we could never match the strength of a werewolf. When Scott was thrown against a wall for a second time I reached out on impulse and grabbed Stiles' arm.

“Stiles.” I pleaded but he shook his head and winced as Scott got hit again and again.

“Stiles, please!” I said, begging him now, tugging on his arm. Still we did nothing.

Scott dropped to the ground, curled up on his side. There was blood dripping out of his mouth, sputtering in bubbles when he winced. He opened his mouth to let out a cough before speaking.

“I thought you guys were going to teach me how to roar.” he had to spit blood out of his mouth after speaking.

The twins were hovering over him, giving him a merciful break from the hits. “We are. You do it by giving in.” Ethan spoke and Aiden continued, “giving in and letting go. That's how deucalion taught us control.”

Lydia flinched as Ethan leaned down and grabbed the collar of Scotts shirt, hauling him upright with barely any effort. I tugged on Stiles’ arm again, and this time he spoke.

“Hey you know, it's funny. I've actually tried something like this on him before. Except I used a lacrosse ball and a heart monitor instead of… ya know, my fists.” he grimaced and shuffled on his feet. “But you're right, beating the living shit out of him is probably better.”

Scott shared a look with Stiles before turning his attention back to the twins. “That's actually the plan?” he asked, “you kick my ass?” the boys nodded before responding.

“You're afraid to turn. We're going to make you.”

I scoffed a little, “Sure yeah, seems like a great plan you've got going.”

They started to taunt Scott. Flashing their eyes at him and circling him like predators as he bent in half from the pain. I tried to step forward but was stopped by a hand on my arm.

“You’ll only make it worse.” Lydia said to me, holding herself with her other arm.

They were pushing him back and forth so quickly it was making me dizzy, throwing and pushing and taunting him, over and over and over again. Finally there was a light in Scott's eye. He swung. But just as quickly as he had recovered, they were on him again, two punches for every move he made. Scott was back on the ground with Aiden standing above him.

“You need to become the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of!” Scott got to his knees and swung again but it was too slow, too sluggish. He was just pushed to the ground again.

“Stiles I don't know how much more of this he can take.” I said, turning to him, “he can't turn right now, he isn't healing like he should be.” Stiles looked at me and nodded. In the background Scott was on his knees on the floor, coughing blood in large drops.

“I know, I know.” Stiles said, chewing on a thumb. “Fight back Scott, come on.”

“What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?” Scott was staring at the floor, blood covering his mouth. He was shaking just with the effort of not fully collapsing to the floor. After the twins responded there was a moment of silence. Scott looked to the floor and took a deep breath before forcing himself to his feet. He wiped the blood off his mouth crudely before charging at the twins. I had to look away.

“Stiles, this has to stop!” I said into his shoulder. He was shielding me from it, trying not to let me look. But I could hear punch after punch after punch. The sound of the blood hitting the ground. Still holding my head to his shoulder, Stiles extended a hand and shouted to them.

“Enough!” he paused, looking over at Ethan. “You need to stop him!” Ethan walked over to his brother and grabbed his hand mid punch.

“What? I thought we were helping him.” his brother paused.

“You help too much.” there was an unspoken message in his eyes, a conversation between the two of them that the rest of us were not privy to. But I didn't care. All I cared about was that this was over. It was done. And none of us were any better for it.

Stiles, Lydia and I slowly approached the table where Scott was laying on his back, still covered in blood. He turned his head to the side and spit out a glob of blood. Stiles nearly puked. I continued walking until I was at his head, slowly taking a hand and placing it under his skull.

“Scott?” I asked quietly. His eyes were open but not looking at me. “Scott, are you okay? Can you hear me?” he nodded slightly. “Okay, good.” I looked over my shoulder at Stiles who was leaning against a wooden post with his hands over his face. Lydia was still standing beside me. “Hey Lydia?” She stepped closer and I turned my head to look at her. “Would you mind standing right where I am for a minute? Just keep your hand right here-” I placed hers over mine behind Scott's head, “and don't move for a minute, okay?” I slipped my hand out from under her's and waited for her to shift positions.

I gently removed Stile's hands from his face. His eyes were a little bloodshot. “ We need to get him to the jeep, and I need to assess him a little.” Stiles nodded. “I'm worried he might have a concussion, I really don't know how fast he's healing right now.” Stiles nodded again and I placed my hands on his arms.

“Was that a really dumb thing that I just had him do?” he asked me, glancing over my shoulder to Scott and the twins at the far end of the room.

“You were just trying to help, Stiles. He’ll be just fine.”

“And Malia?” he said, eyes widening, “what if he can't do it? What if he can't turn her back?”

“Then we will figure something else out, find someone else to do it.” I rubbed both of his arms as he heaved a sigh.

“Come on, it's late and we need to drive him home.” Stiles nodded.

“He’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah” I sighed “we’ll all be fine.”

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y/n POV

Eventually with the help of the twins we managed to get Scott into the jeep. At first we insisted we didn't need or want their help, but logistically we just couldn't make it work. After I cleaned the blood off and made sure he wasn't about to pass out we all decided that he was probably healing fast enough for it to be fine. I still insisted we drive him home.

Stiles and I drove back to his place in silence. We were both so tired. And yet somehow I couldn't imagine sleeping. When we pulled in his dad was sitting on the couch, badge and gun on the table in front of him, some old cop show on the TV. He barely looked up as we walked in the door.

“Hey kids.”

“Hey dad,” Stiles said quietly, heading right for the stairs.

“Woah, woah woah. Hang on a second” Stiles sighed and swung back down, throwing himself into a recliner by the couch. I perched myself on the arm and leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Where were you two all day? I thought I would have seen you hours ago.”

Stiles and I shared a glance before he responded. “Oh just, uh, trying to figure things out for Malia, you know.”

“Malia the coyote?”

“Werecoyote. But yeah, her.” The sheriff sighed and finally turned his head. “Hang on. Why do you-” he pointed at me, “have blood all over your sleeves?”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead. I didn't even know I had gotten blood on me.

“Dad listen-”

“No no no, don't ‘listen’ me. If something happened you've got to tell me, it's the only way I can help!” He got up from his chair and squatted in front of the both of us. “Now, I know you've been tired and there are some not so normal things going on right now but-” he placed a hand on his son's knee, “you can tell me anything, both of you.”

“I know, dad. I know. We were trying something out, something we thought would help Scott. It didn't help him, he got a little hurt. Just a few scratches I swear, he'll be fine by morning.” The sheriff then turned his gaze to me.

“Is he telling me the truth?”

“As much of it as usual.” I replied.

The sheriff sighed again and rubbed his head, but moved back over the couch and sat down. “Alright then, good enough for me.”

Stiles and I got up and he took my hand as he led me up the stairs. Before we got to the top we heard his dad call out from downstairs.

“Get some sleep tonight. And no funny business.”

Stiles and I laughed, sharing a look before heading into his room. We went about our usual routine, closing the blinds, brushing our teeth. When I slid beneath the blue and white comforter a breath released from me. I spread out for a moment, taking up every inch of the bed before Stiles stepped in the room. He sat on the edge and pulled off his shirt and sweatpants.

“Move over, starfish.” I rolled my eyes, but moved to the side so he could get in. I was only on the other side for a moment before he reached over and grabbed the hem of my shorts, dragging me by the waistband to his side.

I nestled into him, resting my head on his warm chest and throwing my leg between his. He brushed a soft kiss to my head, running his hand in circles over my back. We stayed like that for a minute, just feeling each other until he stopped the movement on my back.

“What?” I looked up at him as he asked me.

“What do you mean, what?” I asked.

“Somethings wrong I can feel it. You're not falling asleep and your shoulders are all tense like you're thinking about something that's bothering you.”

I hadn't even known I was doing that. “I don't know. I mean- I just-” I huffed and continued, “there’s a girl in there, Stiles. A young girl who got trapped in that body. Not only do we have no idea what she's going to be like if we get her out, but we don't even know if we can get her out.” I moved my head to look at him. “What happens if we fail? I can't be the cause of some poor girl's death.”

Stiles looked at me for a minute, thinking. He resumed the movements on my back just as he opened his mouth to speak. “First of all, even if we fail, that doesn't mean she dies. And even if she died that in no way means it was your fault”

“I-” he cut me off before I could start

“Nope, you can't argue this one. None of this is our fault. We didn't ask for this, and we are only trying to help.” he moved his hand to my hip and squeezed. “We are going to figure this out, y/n/n. We are going to make it work.” I didn't respond

“So we make it work. Then what? What about you, what about Scott and Allison?”

“We find Derek, we find a way to close the door. One step at a time okay?”

I relented. Mostly from pure exhaustion.

“Hey.”

“What?” I whispered back

“I love you.” He smiled sleepily at me and I returned it quickly.

“I love you too mischief”

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Stiles POV

I don't remember if I slept. I never seem to these days anyway. When I finally decided it was morning I let y/n sleep for another hour while I lay there, head twisting around itself. If something goes wrong today, if one of us doesn't do our part, a girl could end up dead.

I lightly shook y/n awake. She mumbled incoherently and nuzzled further into my chest.

“Hey.” I whispered, moving the hair out of her face.

“No thanks” she whispered back.

I laughed and turned over, leaving her alone in the center of the bed as I slipped out on the other side. She groaned for a little while but eventually sat up, the night shirt I gave her riding up over her stomach.

“Is it really time to go already?”

I nodded, throwing on a shirt from my chair. “We want to get out there early, before the joggers go out. If he actually put traps around someone could get hurt.”

She siged and rubbed her brows, “we could get hurt”

“Yeah, we could”

She got out of bed anyways.

Our plan was to all meet up in the middle of the trail behind the highschool. We were hoping that as early as it was there wouldn't be any joggers on the path just yet. The sun was barely up. Scott, Issac, Allison, and Lydia had already made it to the halfway point when we arrived at the parking spot. The dew was still fresh, goosebumps raising on my skin as we started to walk.

“Took you long enough.” Issac called out when we got into sight.

“Someone was a little hard to get out of bed.” I said, rolling my eyes in his direction. y/n took a long swig out of the coffee mug in her hand and shrugged.

“I still think this is a bad idea.”

Allison was standing quietly beside Issac, chewing on her cheek. Lydia and y/n had a silent conversation with their eyes before walking over to her, each girl standing at her opposite shoulder. Lydia looked around and shook her head slightly.

“Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?”

Scott turned to her in seconds. “We are trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter.”

“Actually, we are trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote. Who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change-”

“Do you ever think before speaking?” y/n gave him a stare I did not envy. He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

“Did you bring it?” Scott asked Allison. She had stopped chewing on her cheek, the girls at her sides steading her. Allison reached put a hand behind Lydia to open her trunk, pulling the rifle out smoothly. I flinched a little. The girl still kind of scares me. She finally put the gun down at her side, still too close for my comfort.

After Allison pulled out the rifle form her trunk we all split off into groups to look for the coyote as well as the traps set by her father. y/n and I were sent on the walking path, doing a full circle as far as we could until either we find her, or someone else does. It would have been a nice romantic walk if it weren't for the whole, ‘looking for a murderous creature’ thing going on.

We had only been walking for a few minutes when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I was still so on edge that it made me jump and look around before I realized what it was.

“It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about that doll?” I asked my dad over the phone, speaking loud enough that y/n could piece together the information.

“I don't know, but listen to me, there are traps all over those woods. Near the trails, probably near the crash, and Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods you got that?”

I stopped fidgeting and looked up from the dirt beneath my feet.

“Stiles?” my dad and y/n asked at the same time. I locked eyes with y/n/n as I responded to him. Everything came together all at once. The crash site, the clothes, her father. The doll. That goddamn doll.

“Its the doll.”

“Stiles?” they both asked again. I hung up the phone, staring at y/n who had taken another step close to me when I stopped responding. I tried to explain to her what I meant, about it being the doll, but we both quickly realized that I actually hadn't put it together as well as I had thought. I kneeled down on the ground to think while she paced back and forth behind me.

“All right, but why would it go all the way to the school, and then all the way back to the house just for a doll.” I paused shaking my head. “One that was in the crash to begin with. We didn't even find it in the den.”

“So she likes the doll, what do you mean?” she asked me. I didn't really have an answer.

“Yeah, she likes the doll a lot.”

y/n paused her pacing, stopping directly behind me. I twisted around to look at her.

“What kind of doll was it?”

“Its a- I don't know- its a doll, you know? Creepy looking, dead soulless eyes?” she sighed behind me. “Actually I took a pic.” I got up to show it to her. She looked at it for a minute, pointing at Malia and then tracing her finger back to the girl beside her. The girl holding the doll.

“Stiles, she's not holding the doll. Her sister is.”

“I know what she's doing. I know where she’s going.”

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y/n POV

Stiles didnt take the time to explain to me what he was thinking before he picked up his phone again and dialled a number. I resumed by pacing nervously behind him, chewing on my fingernails as I tried to over hear both sides of his conversation.

“Scott, its me, you need to call me back as soon as you can. It wasnt Malia’s doll, it was her sisters,”

I stopped paying attention as he began to walk quickly down the path. I followed behind him, trying to keep up the pace with the coffee in my hand. I didn't even notice the metal in the ground in front of me until it was too late.

“The car wreck, she's headed to the car wreck.”

There was a terrible sound as the metal under my foot groaned. I finally looked down, my heart jumping into my throat. “Stiles?” I called out, my voice shaking.

“yeah” he shoved his phone back into his pocket as he turned around.

I was holding my breath, staring down at the tap that mercifully hadn't snapped shut on my leg. I watched as his eyes dragged down to where I was looking, finally seeing the glint by my foot. He rushed forward as I started to panic.

“Stiles!” I wanted to step off. I wanted to jump and run and get out of here. He threw out a hand as he rushed over to me.

“y/n do not move.”

He was standing right in front of me now, his shoes almost brushing the edge of the trap. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I needed to calm down. I needed to get myself out of this.

“Look for a warning label.”

Stiles shook his head at me, confused. “A warning label? Why would they have a warning label on this thing?”

“Because animals can't read.” I said, closing my eyes again to calm myself.

Stiles got down on the ground, holding my calf with one hand and placing the other beside the trap on the ground. He was whispering to himself as he searched until finally he found it. He stared and stared at the one spot of color until he finally looked up at me.

“y/n/n we've got a problem.” The sweat dripped down his brow. “I can’t read either.”

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y/n POV

My breath was shaking. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. that's okay.” Stiles sat back on his heels, rubbing his face in his hands.

“Okay? What do you mean okay? Nothing about this is okay!” I held out my hand for him to grab.

“Stiles, you need to breathe. We can figure this out.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting go of my hand to kneel back down on the ground. “You don't need the instructions. When is the last time you ever used instructions, right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with that. So you can figure it out. Just figure it out.”

He didn't look at me as he wiped the sweat off of his face. I continued to breathe as slow as I could with my eyes closed. I could hear his ruffling the leaves around the trap, running his hands along all it's edges until he stopped.

“Okay. okay, here we go” My eyes flew open. He was still kneeling on the ground, his hand on something that looked like a little wheel. “You ready?”

I nodded. “I trust you.”

“Okay. here we go.”

In seconds I was off the trap, being pulled into his arms and away from the metal. A gasp made its way out of my lips as I realized I was still fully intact. Stiles arms were wrapped around me, my hands clutching the edge of his sweatshirt. I pressed the side of my cheek against his as we both stared at the now shut trap. Breathing heavily we turned and looked at each other.

“Lets not do that again, huh?” He said, holding the back of my head. I nodded, mumbling as I dropped my head to his chest. There was a sudden rumbling in the woods. The trees shifted and shook, the air seemed to hum. Until all of a sudden a sound reached us. A howl. Scott.

Stiles looked at me, smiling. “Now that's what i'm talking about.”

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Stiles POV

Not too long after Scott's call we made it out of the woods. I made y/n jump on my back as we walked. She made fun of me and joked about being heavy, but there was simply no way in hell I was letting her feet touch the ground after all of that. If someones getting their leg stuck in a trap again, it'll be me. At least she could read the warning label.

We found Scott and the rest of the pack by the cars in the middle of the woods. My dads cruiser was there too, off to the side. No other police cars were there. I could faintly see him over at the back, grabbing his extra jacket and draping it around a girl.

I stopped at stared at y/n. A girl. “It worked.”

“Oh my god it worked.” she said back. She flung herself back into my arms and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. The rest of the pack made their way over to us. Issac's legs were covered in blood, but other than that we were all relatively unscathed.

“You got her back.” I said to Scott, bumping him on the shoulder. He didn't say anything but just nodded, staring off into the woods behind the police cruiser. y/n, Lydia, and Allison had walked a little ways away, alternating between giggles of joy and raised eyebrows from what I can only assume is the trading of stories from our time in the woods. I walked over to my car, waving a hand at my dad who gave me a smile and a nod. We would be talking about this later I'm sure, but for now, we are alive and so is that girl. A girl who can go home to her father thanks to us.

y/n stepped into the passenger seat just a few minutes later, leaning her head back against the leather seat and closing her eyes. I looked out the window for a moment, watching everyone else get in their cars and leave. Finally, once everyone else had gone I put the car into reverse. And then I sopped. I sighed and shook my head.

“What?” y/n opened her eyes to look at me with confusion all over her face- as well as some dirt.

“Of course now i can fucking read.”

#werewolves #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #wolf pack #void #dylan o'brien #reader insert #series rewrite

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love-belle · 8 months ago

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the greatest films of all time !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their love was made for the movies but it's like they all say, the greatest films of all time were never made.

for when you know enough to know that you want to move through time with them and them only. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // various celebrities x fem!driver!reader

warnings - language

author's note - a short series bc i literally cannot stick with my original ideas 😭😭 requests are CLOSED my inbox is 100+ i am not kidding im so sorry :((

i. milo manheim ༉‧₊˚.

( every dead end street led you straight to me )

ii. ben barnes ༉‧₊˚.

( you'll be my best friend until we grow old )

iii. drew starkey ༉‧₊˚.

( 'cause summers go so fast )

iv. dylan o'brien ༉‧₊˚.

( your past and mine are parallel lines )

v. matt sturniolo ༉‧₊˚.

( you'd be the love of my life when i was young )

...more !!!

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iouinotes · 4 months ago

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Heartbeat | Seth Cohen

pairing: Seth Cohen x female!reader

show: o.c California

warnings: kissing, arguments,

summary: Seth is your best friend and he's trying everything to win Summer's heart. You on the other hand would do anything to win his heart and make it beat for you.

author's note: I'm probably the last person on earth who hasn't watched this series. But hey, new potential for ff. By the way, please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks his voice sounds like Dylan O'Briens...

The way I love him is like the waves on the open sea on a beautiful day.

While the sun shines on my skin and my bikini slips slightly, revealing my sun-kissed skin, I try to secretly look at him.

The way his brown curls are wet from the blue sea or how his muscles tense as he pulls his shirt over his head.

I hear a sigh of relief escape from his mouth and have to giggle to keep myself from laughing at his swimming trunks.

Showing one of his cartoon characters, red and dark tones that highlight his pale skin even more.

And when he turns his head and smiles at me, relaxed in a way, as if there were only the two of us in the whole world, he has never looked more beautiful to me.

"Are you daydreaming, sunshine?" Oh, his teasing voice and that look in his eyes- what wouldn't I give to finally have him for myself.

"You'd like to know, Cohen." I grin slightly at him as I answer him. His raised eyebrows and the heat around us make my head spin.

"Okay, let me guess. Are you thinking about the party tonight at my parents' house and what you want to wear?" For a moment he looks out to the sea, reassuring himself that we are safe, until he finally lies down next to me with his arms outstretched above his head.

Rolling my eyes, I quickly answer him.

"Girls don't just think about parties and dresses, idiot." His brown eyes, which are now looking at me invitingly, make the butterflies fly around in my stomach.

"But was I right?" When I try to turn his head away with my hand, he holds mine tightly. But immediately afterwards he strokes my skin tenderly and my thoughts need a moment to sort themselves out.

"Whatever. And just because you started it, I'm going to wear my new blue dress. The one I brought to your room earlier, remember?" The triumphant smile on his face is worth every single word.

For a few seconds, all I can hear is the cries of the seagulls and the sound of the waves. I'm almost starting to doze off when his voice rings out again.

But this time my joy is dampened by his next sentence.

"Today is the day, you know? I'm pretty sure Summer will at least remember my first name by the end of the night." The sinking of my heart feels almost too painful to answer to him.

What else did I expect? Summer has been on his mind for years, every minute of the day since he first saw her.

Seth, on the other hand, has been in my heart since the first time we met. On a rainy day at a skate park, while I was just lost and he was practicing his tricks.

To this day, I can remember the moment when his brown eyes became the most beautiful sight in the world for me.

Nothing has changed ever since.

"Yeah, sure." It's always the same. His never-ending crush on her, the ever-growing hope that is destroyed with each and every one of her withering glances. The dejection in his eyes, as if his happiness would melt away as soon as she was near him.

I can never do anything about it. Because no matter how many times she ignores him or puts him down, her attention is the spark in his heart that never extinguishes.

Because what can I do? Summer is pretty, sassy and popular in our social circle. She makes every boy weak in the knees, worshiping her even though she never shows serious interest.

Seth is blind to it too, he just wants her attention. That she remembers how his name is.

I know his name. His favorite comics. His hatred towards bad movies or his nervous habit of talking endlessly without it making actual sense. I know his sarcasm, his heartbreaks, and his commitment to dreams.

But that doesn't seem to be enough. Because when he looks at her, he sees the sun. I, on the other hand, am a small star that doesn't shine bright enough to be noticed.

So as we fall into silence and I try to suppress my sadness about my unrequited love, he hums softly next to me.

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

When we return from our little trip at sea, the sun is almost setting. My gaze falls to the floor and as I listen to his excited voice, I wonder how it would feel to hold his hand.

As we walk up the stairs to his room and I greet his father as I pass, I recognize the look in his eyes as he opens the door for me.

"Oh come on Seth. It can't be healthy for you to think about her for every free second of your day." With a sigh, he throws himself onto his bed with his back showing to me.

"I just wonder why she doesn't see my potential. I would be a great boyfriend."

Yes, for me.

"That's probably because you follow her around like a lost puppy. Compared to the water polo guys, that's a drastic difference."

When I carefully take my dress down from his door that I hung there a few hours ago, his eyes clouded with pity follow me.

A little ritual for us before every big celebration. Getting ready together, like boyfriend and girlfriend. But I immediately push the thought away.

"But everyone likes puppies. At some point she'll look at me and realize that we would make a great couple." Shaking my head, I pat him on the shoulder.

"Everyone has their dreams, Cohen." I meet his gaze as he thoughtfully glances back at me, suddenly meeting my eyes with a newfound interest.

"What are you dreaming about?" The curiosity in his my voice makes me smile.

"Well, it may be a bit cheesy but I wish for… a person." At my words his eyebrows raise and as he sits up straight, I suddenly feel constricted.

"One person for...what? Carrying your bags while you're shopping? I'm already in charge of that." Laughing, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I didn't mean that. Even though that's nice, no argument there. No, I mean a person with whom I can experience my first times. You know, the first date, the first romantic kiss. The first vacation shared together...the first time sleeping together, feeling each others heartbeates. That's what I dream of."

As I finish my last sentence, I look at his face. See his rude stare and his open mouth.

"Wow, I- I didn't know you wanted all this so much." Shrugging my shoulders, I turn around to stroke my blue dress. Trying to hide my heated cheeks.

"It's not going to happen anytime soon anyway, so I guess I'll just have to keep dreaming." The silence that follows is almost painful.

"Nevermind. Also, we only have an hour left to get ready. We'd better hurry." He roles his eyes at my attempt to change the subject.

"You say that every time and you always beg me for another five minutes at the end." As I take off my sandals, he narrowly avoids a pair I throw at him.

"Be quiet, Cohen."

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Kirsten had outdone herself. The decorations, the guest list, the food selection. It was all perfection.

As I look out the window of Seth's room, I repeatedly brush a strand of hair out of my face. My heart beats faster with each passing second of silence and I feel my cheeks turning pink as Seth comes out of the bathroom.

The black suit, a red tie and the neat curls. This view is even more perfect than the one outside.

You'd think I'd be able to hide my attraction to him better by now, but when I audibly catch my breath, he looks at me critically.

"What? Does that scream my-mother-picked-out-my-wardrobe too much?" The crooked grin on his face makes me think dramatically long about my answer.

"Everyone knows you're a mama's boy, so it won't hurt your aura." The hand that comes to his chest as he sucks in air makes me giggle.

"Damn, that was mean. But do you think Summer likes mama's boys?" As soon as he says her name, it’s sounding like a prayer from his lips, I try not to show my disappointment on my face.

"Seth-" I sigh, trying to pull myself together. After all, he's still my best friend and I don't want to hurt his feelings. Even if it means hurting my own.

"What?" Innocence swims in his eyes and again, I wish I could tell him the truth. Instead, I continue to play matchmaker.

"I know best how much you want to impress her. But please trust me when I tell you that it always brings bad luck when one person loves their partner more. There has to be a balance." But my words don't seem to have any effect.

"I will bring balance to the force-" The laughter that escapes from his throat makes me shrug my shoulders a little more relaxed now. He knows he got me, when I can’t seem to stop smiling.

"Nerd. Come on, Skywalker, it's time we both show up at the party." Nodding, he closes the door and as we step out onto the bright terrace with the sun shining on us, I feel peaceful.

Unfortunately, the feeling only lasts two hours. Or more precisely, until Summer, the beautiful, graceful, mean Summer, enters the Cohens' house.

Since that moment, I have had an overexcited, confused, useless boy next to me who can't stop embarrassing himself.

"Do you think I should get her something to drink-" I interrupt his speech for the first time in three hours.

"If you don't stop this right now, I swear I'll never ever surprise you with comic books again." The threat actually makes him close his mouth.

"Why are you in such a bad mood? Do you need a drink?" If he hadn't said it so sarcastically, I would have found the question sweet.

"Seth, I can handle a lot of things in our friendship. Your never-ending sarcasm, your inappropriate jokes or your ability to always say the wrong thing to people. Hell, I can even deal with your love for cartoon characters and your obsession with video games on a daily basis. But talking about Summer every second of the day, twenty-four hours a week? That has reached my limit."

While I try to keep my voice low, the confusion is written all over his handsome face.

"But who else should I share my despair with? You're the only one who's really interested in what I have to say." His words hurt a part of my heart that I cannot describe.

"Exactly. I'm interested in you. Not how pretty Summer looks or what Summer just said, did, or might do in the future." For the first time that evening, he actually seems to understand what I'm talking about.

"So...change of subject?" Relieved, I have to start smiling lightly.

"Yes, please." As we smile at each other at that moment, it feels, for once, like I have his full attention.

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As soon as I open the door to the ladies' room, I wish I could immediately turn around and leave.

In front of the mirror, her face looks at me skeptically.

I try to act like she doesn't bother me, even though there are so many things I'd like to say to her.

"Aren't you that girl who's always with Steven?" I look at her, clearly confused.

Rolling her eyes, she continues. "The nerd with the brown curls, his parents own the house, I heard."

"His name is Seth." She shrugs and applies her lip gloss. Her eyes alternately focus on me and the mirror in front of her.

"Whatever. Are you together?" I feel heat rushing to my face and as I try to answer relaxed, she seems to see right through me.

"What- together? No- we're friends. Just friends." As she turns to me now, she raises her eyebrows almost disinterestedly.

"Really? Then why are you looking at him like you're in love with him?" I turn away from her curious stare and try my best not to let my nervousness show.

"You must be mistaken. He's my best friend." As she stands two steps ahead of me, I don't know what to say.

"That doesn't mean you don't have feelings for him. What about him?" Sighing, I can't try to deny it any longer.

"He doesn't." When I see compassion in her eyes, I start to like her a little.

"Then change that. He's just a boy. Show him what he's missing out on. A little skin showing, a few compliments. He won't realize what's happening until he's begging you to let him kiss you." I look at her, laughing, and for a moment I dare to dream.

"What if he likes someone else? How can I keep up?" With elegant steps she walks past me and opens the door.

"Then you have no choice but to outdo her."

When the door closes, I am left alone with my thoughts.

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As Seth loosens his tie, I am still deep in thought.

After my conversation with Summer, the party was over quicker than expected. Seth and I watched some of the guests, joked about the age difference, had two glasses of expensive wine and had the time of our lives.

All without talking about Summer again.

Now that I'm here in his room and we're getting ready for bed, I'm unsure about my next steps.

I usually sleep on his bed while he puts his mattress on the floor. Since we were little, this has been our approach to spend the night together.

However, tonight I want it to be different.

As I remove the clips from my hair and the makeup from my face, Seth talks incessantly about the latest Legion comic.

It's reassuring to listen to him like this while I think about my next steps.

We usually change separately, there's just a certain intimacy in being so open and showing yourself in your underwear.

But Summer said I have to go for it. Why do I listen to her? I don't know to be honest. I just think I should seize this moment of courage.

So I stand up and breathe in gently, trying to behave as inconspicuously as possible.

I slowly take off my dress and as it falls to the floor, Seth's head turns in confusion towards the noise.

"What have you dropped now- oh" I can literally see his eyes double in amazement and he almost chokes on his words in surprise.

I have to smile when I notice how he can't stop looking at me in my lace underwear.

1:0 for me.

"Are you still breathing, Cohen?" When I see him swallow, I turn my back to him. His reaction is so intoxicating that it fills me with renewed confidence. As my hair brushes my back, I finally hear his chatter.

"What- yeah- I'm just- I'm fine- are you fine? Has it gotten warmer in here? Are you warm? It seems so, otherwise you wouldn't be undressing in here. God, no girl has ever undressed in front of me." Laughing, I pick up one of his shirts with the stupidest designs, but there's still nothing I'd rather wear.

When I put it on, it covers me down to my knees and as soon as I turn around, I meet his gaze.

"We're not nine anymore, Seth. I think our friendship can handle us changing in front of each other." As I walk towards him, his gaze wanders along my legs.

"Er- sure. Of course, no problem. I- what?" My fingers slowly stroke his shirt, carefully grasping his tie as I begin to untie it completely.

"Do you think we can go to sea again tomorrow? This time we are not under any time pressure." I feel him stiffen slightly under my touch as he tries his best to stay cool. Well, as cool as Seth Cohen can be.

"Sure- maybe around one o'clock? Ryan is probably doing something with Marissa anyway. Doing god knows what- wait. I shouldn’t say his holy name out loud, when they are doing certain rather unholy stuff. Why am I saying this? I just mean, that we can both sleep in, I guess. And we can stay awake a little longer tonight." When his tie finally comes completely loose, I gently place my hands on his chest.

I meet his gaze as I raise my head, now so close to him. Our faces are only inches apart. I can see the brown in his eyes and the blush that adorns his face as he stops rambling.

"Yeah? What do you want to do?" Maybe this is the moment he finally realizes that Summer isn't the only one who exists in this world.

Maybe he'll finally notice me now.

"Teach me how to flirt?"

Did the world just stop turning? Or is it just my heartbeat that has stopped? Just with his words, just with the way he looks at me.

As if he no longer wanted to shy away from this tension between us.

"Flirting is an art, Cohen. I don't know if you're capable of pulling it off." His subsequent eye roll and the hand that he places pleadingly around my own make me reconsider my next actions.

At least now I can finally reveal my affection to him.

"Please, I'll go shopping with you. Even to the men's department so you can pick out my clothes. Just teach me." Surprisingly, I pause at his words.

"Even if I put sweatpants on you?" His face twists slightly.

"Yes, even if I have to wear sweatpants." I smile, brushing my hair back. As my eyes focus on his figure, a thousand thoughts race through my head.

"Okay. First step: your posture. I know how much you like to dramatically gesticulate your sentences with your hands, but you should avoid that when you're trying to flirt. You have to stay cool, confident. But still polite, not as if you don't care about the answer." Nodding, he listens attentively to each of my words, trying to understand the intention behind them.

"Like this?" I see him put his hands behind his back and stand there stiffly, his curious look ever present in his eyes.

I laugh and shake my head. "Not quite. Here, I'll show you." My hands move to his own ones, pulling them forward. Slowly I stroke his knuckles, but when I notice his opening mouth at my gentle touch, I let them go.

"Put them in your pockets. Stand up straight, but don't try to force it. Just relax." When he puts his hands in his pockets and stands with his foot slightly at an angle, he looks so carefree for a moment that I almost fall for the trick myself.

"Convincing enough?" Nodding, I try not to let the sight burn too much into my memory.

"Keep that up. Next important step. Your language, the way you speak. If you're going to flirt, it has to be seductive. You have to make me hang on every word that comes out of your mouth." As if I don't already do that.

As his eyebrows draw together, I see the confusion in his pupils and sighing, I speak up again.

"Try talking to me." I wait invitingly for his next move.

"Hey, uh what's going on?" When he doesn’t speak any further, I intervene.

"Okay, maybe I should show you how to do it first. Firstly, you need to try to initiate a conversation." I take a quick breath and try to relax my shoulders to prepare myself.

As I wrap my fingers around his collar and slowly stroke down his shirt, I see him swallow.

"Did you enjoy the party?" I try to maintain eye contact with him while keeping my voice a little quieter and giving more meaning to my words. I can literally see the gears turning in his head.

"I-I did?" When he stops speaking, I put my hand on his chest, circling the pattern of his shirt.

"Don't you want to ask me what I liked the most?" I see how he closes his mouth, trying to find the right words, as if he suddenly doesn't know how to talk to me normally anymore.

"What did you like best?" I smile sweetly, slowly sliding my fingers into his neck and playing with his brown curls.

My heart beats louder than ever, when I notice the expression on his face as I caress his hair softly.

"You."

It is this one moment when the world makes sense. When the eternal waiting, the torment of the last few years and the stupid boy in front of me finally makes sense.

Because his eyes wander to my lips and I feel his breath across my face as our bodies are drawn to each other like magic.

His lips almost brush mine, we are so close together that my mind is unable to think of anything other than his touch.

What it would be like to kiss him.

"Is this still part of the lesson?" His breathless voice makes me smile.

"Well, do you want it to end?" I have to laugh at his lips as he quickly shakes his head.

"What-what should I do?" I stand slightly on my tiptoes so I can whisper in his ear.

"What every princess wants from her fairytale prince. Kiss me."

He leans slowly into my touch. With every breath he takes, I can feel his arms sliding around my waist as his curls brush my forehead. He licks his lips uncertainly and when I look into his eyes, full of affection and the desire to kiss me, I fall in love with him even more.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." Confusion adorns his features and I try not to let my strong heartbeat distract me too much when I finally tell him the truth.

"Waiting for what? Me?" Laughing, I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the feeling of his closeness.

"It's always been you for me, Seth. When I said, "You're unbearable"? In my head, I wanted to spend every second I'm in this world with you. Or when I always roll my eyes when you stumble over your words, as if you're afraid it would bore me too much and I would stop listening to you. Because I would never do that. God, I practically hang on every word that comes out of your mouth."

As astonishment takes over his gaze, I feel a blush creep over my skin. What do I have to lose now?

When he answers, a loving smile adorns his face, coupled with a brief shake of the head.

"So I was unconsciously flirting with you the whole time? You know, step two?"

"You don't have to flirt with me for me to fall for you, Cohen. I fell already, hard."

His eyebrows rise, his nervousness changes almost abruptly to a smug expression.

"Is that so? Even though I talk about Captain Oats for two hours, when I was telling you his story from my childhood?"

"Why do you think I'm still here? No one would listen to that, not even me, if I hadn't been thinking about how good you looked in your sweater."

"Very shameless of you, Captain Oats would be disappointed by your little interest in his life."

"And would Seth Cohen be disappointed if I'm too interested in his life to pay attention to anything else?" Grinning, he pulls me closer to him.

"I'm pretty sure he'd be flattered." His lips hover over mine as his words cast a spell over my mind.

"Then I guess I should do that more often." Slowly, I push him back and let him fall onto his bed while his eyes roam over my body.

"Oh, definitely. You can do anything you want." Smiling sweetly, I move closer to him until I sit down on his lap. His hands find their own way to my thighs, stroking my bare skin.

“I can hear your heartbeat, Cohen. Are you nervous?“ I smile as I tease him, roaming my fingernails over his chest.

“I don’t do nervous. But indeed sunshine, my heartbeat is that noticeable, because you‘re making it beat faster. You‘re making my time on earth feel faster and I would‘t want it any other way.“ Smiling in the kiss, I stretch my hands around his neck.

Being with Seth Cohen isn't always easy, but I guess love isn't either.

#oc California #oc #x reader #love #fanfic #seth cohen #summer #in love #love confessions #ocean #hurt/comfort

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obsessedwithitall · 11 months ago

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Its my BIRTHDAY

Its my birthday so here's some of my favourite fics. Some I have recommended before and some are new. Enjoy 🎂

(please make sure you read the warnings on the individual fics, some vary in content)

🌶=smut 🍌=no direct smut but mentions/implications 🌸= fluff 😡=angst 🤓=silly/humour

Harry Styles

No Strings Attached series 🌶🌸😡 (Friends with benefits) - @lilystyles

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Style 🌶🌶 (BFFs brother) - @lilystyles

404 🌶🌶😡 (co-workers to lovers) - @freedomfireflies

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Extra

Only Angel 🌶🌸😡 (Tattoo shop Harry x shy reader) - @cupid-styles

Part 1 Part 2

Late Night Talking 🌶🌶 (nerd!Harryx Cam!girl reader) - @cupid-styles

Silk and Rope 🌶🌶🌶 (ddlg pairing) - @cupid-styles

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

New Year's Strangers 🌸😡 (New Year's Eve fate) - @cupid-styles

Sunshine 🌸🍌😡 (Grumpy Harry x innocent reader) - @stylesloveclub

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Dylan O'Brien

Drunk reader gets picked up 🍌 (boyfriend Dylan x drunk reader) - @strangerquinns

Years of Loving You 🌸😡(🌶 in final part) (Bridgerton vibes au) - @strangerquinns

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Friends Kiss Each Other All the Time, Right? 🌸 (New Year's Eve) - @strangerquinns

Grow Some Balls and be Honest with Her 🌸(New Year's Eve) - @strangerquinns

Breathe 🌶🌶 (HANDS) - @theinternetisfulloftrash

Unfair 🌶🌶 by (Filth) - @thankspete

Neighbours 🌶 (Lockdown) - @supernovanim

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It's You 🌸 (Jealous Stiles) - @t-h-i-n-g

Stiles takes drunk reader home 🌸 - @twjournals

Poker Night 🌶🌶🌶 (Stiles friends to lovers) - @writingsbychlo

“I fell in love with you.” “No, you fell down the stairs." 🍌🌸(Stiles helps drunk reader home) - @fitzells

Warmth 🌶🌶 (Stiles x vampire reader) - @asterias-record-shop

Consider Fake Dating Me, Stiles 🌸🌶 (Fake dating Stiles x siren reader) - @semicolonsspace

Sorry for the multiple tags for some people but just stop writing so many good things then.

#fic recs #dylan o'brien #harry styles #stiles stilinski #fluff #i dont care if theres a trend #don't psychoanalyse me #why is there so many drunk ones #I don't even drink

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pinkhoneydrop · 2 years ago

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It’s a Game pt.4

[ A/n ] - part 4 already :) this series is coming along pretty well I think, and I hope y’all are still interested in what’s to come next, I’m trying out some new things with the set up I kind of like it 😅 not sure if I’ll keep it in the future but I wanted to try :)

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!, Dylan O'Brien x Reader!

[ Genre ] - angst

[ Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 and Part 5 ]

[ Masterlist ]

[ warnings ] - strong language, sensitive themes and drug use.

in no way do I think the real people portrayed act like this it’s just for story purposes if I changed the names of the characters they would be total independent of the actual people who I have chosen to represent them

[ “Y/n’s” song ] is “bet u wanna” by Sabrina Carpenter I don’t have any rights to the song and it’s here if you wanna play while you listen :)

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As much as it looked like you were having a mature conversation harry knew this was the start of you icing him out. You were an expert at it. The last time this happened you didn’t speak for two weeks 5 days and 11 hours. Not that anyone was counting but still. He hated it.

And then he gets that ding on his phone again. The little discolored banner under the clock display and that fucking chime he has set for all your socials. He fumbled with the screen and then after it unlocks there you are. Soft skin and even softer lips curled into a delicious smirk. You know, the one you have on your face when you tease him that he loves on nobody else. If anyone looked at Harry’s recent likes from his burner account, all they would find would be pictures of you. Selfies, fit checks, nights out with friends, concerts. Just anything that had to do with you. And his Apple Music was filled with your recommendations. But you weren’t his, yet. Harry was working on that part. Nether of you were seeing other people and you always left with him no matter who you went out with. But somehow. Somehow you always got away from him. He longed for when he had you with him, near him, beside him, under him…

He didn’t hear from you again for a while. Assuming he should leave you be, harry did not give in to his desire to at least call you. That was until tonight. The soft buzzing of your phone was felt from the pocket of your jeans. Lean finger reached and slipped the device out from its confinement,

“Harry…”

And it was just the way you said his name he felt a sense of relief wash away from him. Holding the phone away from his ear he smiled when he saw your contact. It was a photo of you asleep on a plane he snapped.

“Darling?” Harry called out to you with a crack in his voice. You were immediately concerned. Harry didn’t usually sound so…meek and shy when on the phone with you.

“Harry are you alright?” You lowered the volume of your phone and stepped out of the gathering you were at. The idea that something was wrong made you want to stay on the phone with him. Somehow you felt guilty as the words came from the speaker.

“Need you. I-I” his voice was incoherent, and the words didn’t make sense. Glancing at the phone you saw it was almost 5 am where he was. Jetlag was common but you doubted that’s what was happening. You heard shuffling and glass clanking in the background of the call.

“Did too much, need you.” A soft whine left his lips as he pinched his nose. In the past when the powder was too much you would drop everything to be with him. Many nights that he didn’t remember just like he wouldn’t remember calling you and more than likely resume trying to forget you again as you gave him the silent treatment.

“Harry I am at home I can’t come be with you right now.”

“Please I need you, I’ll buy the ticket. Please…?”

You almost ended the call right there. How could he be so oblivious to what was happening? The photos off him with that woman crossed your path everywhere you went. “Have you seen what’s being said the photos are everywhere…of you and her. And you decided to get high?”

The happiness he felt from the drugs was starting were off the longer he heard you through the phone. Strangely his hazy idea of trying to guilt you into coming to his aid to apologize was back firing. He knew exactly who you were talking about. Olivia. He swallowed hard and the thought of you hurt by his words.

“I bet you she was with you tonight…right?

Your words were sharp, and they stuck in the flesh of his mind. His head spun as he set his phone on the counter in front of him. How did he come to be in this moment? Wanting one thing so much that he pushed it away subconsciously out of the fear of losing it. He couldn’t tell you a lie and he couldn’t tell you the truth either. So, he decided to just stare at the phone. To look at the timer at the top of the screen and see how long it would take you to end the call.

The click was abrupt, but you lasted longer than he thought. What he didn’t know was that after you hung up the phone you broke down. Not being there for him was like a nightmare for you. The silence that took up part of your life was deafening for both you and Harry. Maybe he’s not what you need in your life. You were out when he called. It might have been early for him, but it was late into the night for you. you escaped the bar to answer his call.

So here you sat. tears on your cheeks and eyelashes. Sitting on the curb outside a random bar in Florida. The heat making your hair puff up and the fabric of your jeans cling to your skin uncomfortably. Your phone was slipping out of your fingers and your shoes were sitting in a puddle full of who knows what. You felt empty as the streetlights and signs glowed in tandem with passing cars. The sun wouldn’t be up for hours, and you wouldn’t be able to sleep once home.

Harry took his phone and threw it across the room. He wasn’t angry with you in fact he respected you so much that he agreed with all your choices. He was mad with himself and admittedly still a little high. The sun would be up on his side of the world in just a few minutes. And as he walked into the bedroom of the hotel, he was checked into he felt sick. Tears threatened his blank resolve as he watched the sheets move to reveal the blonde woman in his bed. He regretted it.

The following months were busy for both of you. Turns out when you aren’t worried about girls and drugs and will he, won’t he “situationships” you can get a lot done. Harry continued to tour and in between shows he had been spotted in various locations with Olivia and when you saw them out together it hurt less and less each time. It was easy to say you both tried to move on until you saw one another again.

Penn and Asara flew out to L.A. with you for a small trip. Coincidentally Harry was in town for an extra show and some press. While he was booked up for appearances, he had Olivia in tow. Your friends saved you the trouble of being worried about showing up to the same places. You were on one side of town, and he was on the other. You saw Harry again at a party in downtown L.A., a rooftop event that was invite only. The night was exceptionally normal until you saw him propped up against a high-top table chatting with a mutual friend of yours.

“Y/n! come over here were just chatting away.” Your friend didn’t know everything that was going on as most people didn’t. The atmosphere must have noticeably changed as your friend discreetly slunk away into the crowd as you eyed Harry up and down. Harry felt out of place as soon as he saw you. Knowing that you wouldn’t be leaving with him was depressing in the least for him.

“I know you probably hate me now and-” you cut him off before he could finish the word vomit.

“I don’t hate you.” You wish you did, but it was impossible.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What? You kicking me out? Or you and Olivia?” You might not hate him, but you sure did sound like you wanted to hurt him. The words stung to hear just as much as they did to say. Harry sighed and downed the last of the tequila he was nursing.

“When you’re ready then darling.” His voice was raspy, and he walked away fast not wanting to be stabbed by more of your sharp words. You didn’t want to talk right now about any of it. He was still parading around with that woman and the fans were still speculating but no one knew what was happening.

Liked by @/dylanobrien, @/assa22, and 423,903 others

@/yyy/nn3 fancy seeing you here <3

y/nfan44 HOW DOES SHE KNOW HIM??

Dylanfan7 Hold uppp they might be my new ship.

y/nharryshipper Woah this was not on my 2022 bingo card.

Harryfan92 Is this mystery man?? is that why she didn't talk about harry???

Dylan was kind and supportive and you always knew where you stood with him. He asked you out about two months ago and you said no the first time he asked. Part of you felt like he would be good for you, but the other part felt guilty. You definitely still had feelings for harry.

“We can be casual…if that’s what you want.” Dylan called you the second you landed in L.A. wanting to see you.

“Casual isn’t fair to you.”

“Listen, nothing is serious right now it’s one date.”

You agreed reluctantly. That was three days ago and now here he was in your hotel room being featured on your live and on your Instagram. Harry saw the photo almost immediately after you posted. He was out at a café with Olivia the day after you went live. He never turned off your notifications and he still liked every post you made. Except for this one. You weren’t in it, but he still stared at it. He knew exactly where it was taken too. It made him feel uneasy thinking of you with another man. Thinking of you not wanting him in your life. He finally understood how you had been feeling about the woman sat across from him now.

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#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles x black!reader #hslot 2023 #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x reader smut #Spotify #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine

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fubureaders · 2 years ago

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if you're interested in sending in requests for a x reader fanfic about any of the following people, especially if you're a poc reader and/or black reader, then please know that my inbox is empty and i love getting requests!! i can do fanfics that aren't "x reader," but they will take more time. listed below are some of the folks i write for, but don't hesitate to ask anyway

anyone from the vampire diaries universe

anyone from marvel to be honest, though truthfully i'm still watching the films and shows so bare with me

anyone from dc comics, especially titans on hbo max because everyone on that show is insanely gorgeous (note that i'm writing a gar logan fic on wattpad right now, same username and linked in the pinned post)

anyone from the mtv show teen wolf, and honestly anyone from the cast

gossip girl characters, from the 2000s one on the cw & the 2020s one from hbo max

many celebrities including but not limited to: ryan potter, austin butler, joshua bassett, dylan o'brien, tyler james williams, aaron taylor johnson, tenoch huerta, jonathan daviss, vanessa morgan, madison beer, dove cameron, dominique thorne

anything related to high school musical: the musical: the series (the wildcats long show yes)

julie and the phantoms (from netflix)

first kill (from netflix)

misc. characters: shawn hunter (boy meets world), any character played by a celebrity mentioned above

#marvel imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #dc titans imagine #dc comics imagine #teen wolf imagine #gossip girl imagine #hsmtmts #jatp imagines #julie and the phantoms #first kill #shawn hunter imagine #austin butler #tenoch huerta #aaron taylor johnson #dominique thorne #dove cameron #jonathan daviss #dylan o'brien

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siren-writes-things · 7 months ago

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yet another fanfiction blog no one asked for

Hey, friends! My name's Siren and I'm twenty-one. My pronouns are they/them, so please use them accordingly. I have been writing and making up stories for most of my life.

I write in the third person and it's almost always gn-presenting. I'm not comfortable enough in my writing to write as a male. If it's not a series I've already started to plan out, the characters will always have they/them pronouns, and the character will be referred to as "Y/N." However, if it is a series, I've already planned a character to write for, AKA an original character of mine. If you'd like to see one of your characters to be featured in this blog, you're more than welcome to shoot an ask my way or message me.

For now, the fandoms I will write for are Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Bridgerton, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Witcher, Baldur’s Gate 3, and Red Dead Redemption. I've been tossing up the idea of writing for The Walking Dead, but I've not yet decided. This list will be subject to change once I delve more into different fandoms!

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!

I will not base fanfiction around a real person. For example, I will not do Dylan O'Brien x Reader/OC. Writing for a celebrity, or an influencer for that matter, is something I used to do in 2014, which were some dark times.

Please note that I am not a smut writer, so I will keep it vague like Julia Quinn (Bridgerton's author.) You can request smut, but I will not do it as explicitly as other authors here do.

I can't wait to start writing for y'all!

#fanficition #writing #fanfic #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanficiton #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackon and the olympians #the witcher #jaskier fanfiction #baldurs gate 3

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obriengf · 9 months ago

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Stiles Stilinski Masterlist - OBRIENGF

NSFW marked with *** | Other masterlists HERE

Fic Recs for Stiles Stilinski ♡

BABBLES

Fics :

EMPATHEIA - TW REWRITE (MASTERLIST)

TWENTY-FOUR (MASTERLIST)

SUNLIT LOVERS (MASTERLIST) discontinued

PARENTAL GUIDANCE

WINGMAN

REVELATIONS ***

FREAKY FRIDAY

A LITTLE OVERDUE

SWEET LIPS XMAS21

DINNER & A SHOW

SUDS & SPONGES

ONE, AND ONLY VALENTINES23

FORBIDDEN CLOTH XMAS23

JUBILEE BDAY24

Blurbs :

THE AFTERMATH

RAIN (one)

RAIN (two)

CHECK

BEDSIDE

CLOSE / CONFESS

MAKING A CHOICE

STAY WITH ME

GET OUT

“DANCE WITH ME?”

"I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS."

"DID I BREAK YOUR HEART?"

"WE AREN'T FRIENDS, FRIENDS DON'T DO THIS KINDA THING."

"ACTUALLY, I THINK WE HAVE TO GO AGAIN..." ***

"YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT? THAT ASSHOLE DID NOT ASK YOU OUT!"

SAFEGUARD

DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP? (MICRO BLURB)

DO I KNOW YOU? (MICRO BLURB)

HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT (MICRO BLURB)

IT'S A DEAL, STILINSKI (MICRO BLURB)

Headcanons :

"HOW WOULD THEY..." TAG

INJURY

SLEEPING

JEALOUSY

TOUCH

THE ULTIMATE ALTRUIST

WHEN STILES LIVES OUT HIS DREAM....

#dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien x reader #teen wolf #stiles stilinski masterlist #stiles stilinski series #teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinski x you #obriengf masterlist

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maddie0101 · 11 months ago

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Saudade; Chapter Three

Summary: The new recruit arrives and the Hurleys forget to have an important conversation.

Warnings:cussing, violence, hostile reunions?

Word Count:3,104k

➭ Previous Chapter ➭ Series Masterlist

Fluttering her tired eyes open, Addy groans as she reaches her hands out and pushes her aching body to sit up. Groaning at the aches and pains searing through her body, she slowly moves her feet off to the side of the bed. It seemed like every muscle protested as she attempted to sit up in bed. Not wanting to deal with her father waking her up earlier than the rest of the recruits, Addy swiftly picks up her neatly folded clothes and goes to the bathroom to change.

After changing into her regular morning workout clothes, consisting of a grey tank top, black leggings, and her favorite pair of sneakers, Addy quickly walks back over to her bed and unplugs the long cord attached to her iPod. Briskly, walking back over to the lockers, she quietly opens the metal door and grabs her earphones.

Quickly slipping out of the room, Addison slides in each earphone before selecting her favorite playlist and slipping her iPod into the waistband of her leggings. Glancing up from the dim lighting, illuminated by nothing but the morning sun, Addy takes a deep breath before kicking her feet into a jog.

Waking up earlier than the rest of the recruits became her norm. She wanted to escape her father waking her in some obscure way. Whether it was shooting a gun, scaring the living hell out of them, or banging on the door as loudly as he possibly could, Addy couldn't stand it. It put her in a bad mood. So she decided to take the matter into her own hands and do her own thing, whether or not her father liked it.

"You can take the blindfold off." said Irene, her voice piercing through the silence in the car, drowning out the faint sound of the tires rolling against the pavement.

Mitch let out a heavy sigh as he pulled the black cloth away from his eyes, the fabric rubbing against his skin. Wincing in discomfort as the bright light from the sun filtered through the surrounding trees, Mitch squinted as he attempted to adjust to the sudden change in lighting.

As soon as Mitch's eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light, he couldn't help but be struck in awe by the view of the countless trees that were standing tall and proud on both sides of the vehicle. His mouth fell open, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight, feeling a sense of rare tranquility and serenity wash over him, seemingly blocking out reality.

Over the course of the past year, his mind had become consumed with a singular, all-consuming desire: revenge. So much so that he found himself incapable of appreciating the dark and eerie beauty of the world around him. Every waking moment was spent plotting and scheming as he obsessed over what happened to Katrina.

All he could think about was avenging her, making the people who took his fiance's life away pay.

As Mitch briefly tore his gaze away from the view outside the window, he caught Irene's warm smile as she turned back around to face the road.

"So, what do I need to know about this guy?" Mitch interrupted the silence.

"Stan Hurley? He's a warrior. Ex-Navy seal. My Daddy served with him in the Persian Gulf." Irene answered softly, scanning her eyes around the thick greenery flying past them.

Mitch pressed his lips together as he flickered his gaze around before asking, "Did you go through this program?"

"I went through a program. Not this one," Irene answered, "It's not like becoming a spy or Special Ops, none of those things."

"Good." Mitch hummed, ripping his gaze away from the woman in the front seat.

Slamming the laptop down as he checks his watch lying on his left wrist, Stan sighs as he looks out of the window, noticing the black sedan pulling up to his small cabin. "Damn it, Addy." The older Hurley cusses, irritated that he and his daughter forgot to have a discussion over the new recruit.

Taking his cup of coffee with him, Stan swings the door open and shuts it behind him. Bringing up the cup of caffeine, he takes a sip and watches Irene step out of the vehicle and shut the door behind her.

"I thought you were supposed to be on the patch." The woman raised her eyebrow as she nodded to the smoke coming from the man's lips.

Stan only rolled his eyes and sighed at the woman, slowly making his way down the steps.

"You saw those tests?" Irene asked, watching his every move as he cautiously descended the staircase, carefully placing his foot on the second to last step.

"Yeah, I saw them." Stan replied unimpressed.

"He's off the charts." Irene smiled

"I've seen off the charts before." Hurley replied, leaning his body against the rail of the wooden staircase.

"—and he's got none of the bad habits he'd have to unlearn if he had military training."

"Unlearn?" Stan cocked his head to the side, seemingly still unimpressed.

"Come on, Stan. You drop one of your navy seals in an urban setting; you can spot the boot camp on them from a mile away. We're not fighting the-"

"Cold War." Stan interrupts, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. "Yeah, I know. You keep telling me that, Miss Deputy Director."

"Oh." Irene scoffs, "Wow. 'Miss Deputy Director?'"

"Your Daddy would agree with me."

Irene pressed her lips together and nodded, slightly irritated. "I'll be checking in with you every 48 hours." The woman turned on her heels and headed back to the sedan. "I'm on a plane to London in the morning." Irene informed him. Turning back around to face Hurley, Irene nodded to his hand, holding the cigarette. "And go back on the patch for god-sake."

Rolling his eyes as he shook his head, Stan watches as Irene climbs back into the vehicle. Turning his gaze to something moving in his peripheral, Stan's eyes widened slightly as he noticed his daughter walking up with an eyebrow raised.

"Shit." the older Hurley cussed.

"Stan." Addy greets as she reaches for her earphones and takes the right one out. "New recruit?" The girl questions, raising an eyebrow as Irene turns from the backseat to face the front, sending the brunette a warm smile and a wave.

"Yeah." Stan coughs, his attention drawn to Addison walking toward him cluelessly. As she strides towards him, her damp hair clings to her forehead, and she wipes away beads of sweat glistening on her face. "Can you make me a new cup of coffee real quick?" Hurley asks, attempting to hurry and get her away from the new recruit hidden on the other side of the vehicle, slamming his door shut.

Scrunching her face in confusion as the sweat drips from her forehead, Addy nods and sends her father an odd look. "On it." The girl smiles as she quickly walks past the old man, who seems slightly—nervous? He's never nervous. Why is he acting like this?

Climbing the steps, her thighs burning from her morning workout, Addy glances back to the vehicle briefly. As she climbs up the wooden porch, her eyebrows furrow in wonder. Lost in her thoughts, she fails to notice the uneven wooden boards that protrude from the surface. Suddenly, her foot catches on one of the raised planks, causing her to stumble forward, but she quickly regains her balance and continues on her way.

So much for an assassin, Adds. The girl rolls her eyes and swings the door open.

Gravel crunches beneath the tires of the sedan, now pulling out of the driveway, leaving the new recruit to watch the vehicle head off before turning his gaze to the cabin, noticing a young woman closing the door behind her at the entrance. Shifting his gaze back to the vehicle, Mitch watches as the sedan drives off.

"She ain't coming back." Hurley breaks through the silence, twirling the cigarette between his fingers as he watches the recruit shift his attention back onto him.

"Hey. Eyes front and center."

"Make me another cup of coffee." Addy mocks her father's words as she lifts the pot of coffee up, pouring it into the mug.

Pressing her lips together as her blue eyes watch as the liquid fills the mug, she glances out the window in front of her and notices Stan intimidating the new recruit.

With a furrowed brow and a slight tilt of her head, Addy strains her eyes and leans forward, attempting to look past her father's broad frame. Frustrated by her inability to catch even a brief glimpse of the person in question, all she can make out is a mop of messy brown hair and a bland, grey-striped jacket.

Please be hot.

Entirely lost in thought, Addy completely forgets about the piping hot coffee she was holding in her hands.

Suddenly, a scorching hot liquid spills over her fingers, causing a sharp yelp to escape from her lips. Instinctively recoiling her hand upon the burning sensation, the mug slips out of her grasp and shatters into countless pieces on the ground.

"Shit." The girl cusses, flinching and quickly bending down to clean up the mess.

"We got an empty cot, empty footlocker. They're both yours as long as you can last." Hurley glares at the new recruit before a sudden loud thump followed by a sharp yelp interrupts their conversation, causing the both of the two men to turn their heads toward the sound.

Hurley's gaze softens as he glances back towards the cabin, barely catching a glimpse of his daughter bending down to pick up whatever had fallen. "Good grief, Quinn." Stan rolled his eyes at his daughter's clumsiness, ignoring the way Mitch's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to see who the mysterious woman was.

There's a girl here? Mitch tilted his head to the side, attempting to catch a glimpse.

"Follow me." A deep voice cut through the silence, causing Mitch to turn his head swiftly. To his surprise, he noticed a tall, broad-shouldered man standing nearby, nodding towards him, urging him to follow.

Mitch's nodded as he shifted his eyes back and forth, alternating between the two men standing before him and the cabin. Following behind the guy, Mitch pressed his lips together in a small smile towards the old man. "See you out there. Heard a lot about you, by the way. Excited to see what you've got."

Stan let out a heavy sigh as he observed the new recruit walking closely behind Alex, studying his every move. After a second, he turned around and slowly walked up the stairs toward the cabin.

As Addy finishes cleaning up the mess and stands up, already feeling exhausted and drained, she glances out of the window. Her heart dropped into her stomach as her gaze locked onto a pair of eyes that she thought she would never see again.

Mitch?

Addy's heart skips a beat as she and the new recruit share a stunned gaze, their eyes widening with surprise and disbelief.

No...It can't be. Addy thought to herself as something inside her gut twisted.

He didn't look like the boy she had left behind. This Mitch was an older, muscular, and more intimidating version of him. With a rugged face and piercing gaze that seemed to cut through her like a knife. At first, his eyes revealed shock and disbelief, but then it was quickly replaced by something more intense and unsettling. His gaze turned colder and angrier as if a sudden realization had snapped a taut wire within him.

Attempting to shake off the fear that creeps up inside of her, Addy can't help but wonder why he would be here of all places. What could have happened?

It couldn't possibly be her Mitch, whom she thought would be happily married to Katrina and probably had kids by now. It couldn't be him. Was it her imagination playing tricks on her, or was it a hallucination brought about by the lack of sleep she had been experiencing?

"No.." Addy shakes her head slowly, ripping her gaze away from the recruit's burning glare. "There's no way that would-"

Suddenly, Hurley's voice jolts her out of her thoughts, making her realize that she hasn't even noticed the door to the cabin being opened. "We need to talk." Stan says, watching as Addison slowly sets the broken pieces of the mug down onto the counter.

"Not right now." Addy shakes her head and quickly turns to rush out of the room but is stopped by her father catching her arm.

Her heart beats erratically out of her chest as she snaps her gaze up to Hurley. "This isn't how I wanted you to find out." Stan whispered, his gaze softening as he saw the tears starting to well up in his daughter's eyes.

Shaking her head as she held back the burning sensation threatening to spill from her shocked gaze, Addy ripped her arm out of her father's grasp and rushed out of the cabin.

Blinking in disbelief as he followed behind one of the other recruits, Mitch's body trembled with frustration and anger, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts all at once.

Was this some kind of sick joke? Why would a woman who looked exactly like his childhood best friend be here?

She died seven years ago.

He saw the paramedics rolling her body out of her house. Mitch went to her funeral. He mourned her. The only reason he pulled himself together was because of Katrina.

Anger seemed to replace any other emotions he had. He could feel the heat arising from his body as his breathing became more and more erratic. He tried to calm himself down, but the rage seemed to consume him entirely.

There wasn't any possibility that she could be alive. Or could she?

Shaking out of his thoughts as Alex swings the door open, Mitch glances back towards the cabin and walks inside.

Feeling the question burning, begging to be asked, Mitch turned to the other man. "Who was that woman in the cabin?"

Alex's eyebrows scrunched as she turned to meet Mitch's blank expression. "Who? Quinn?" The man shook his head as he scanned over Mitch's tense stance. "I don't know much about her. Other than the fact that she's been here for 6-7 years. She keeps to herself and doesn't really talk to the rest of us that much."

Alex shrugged as he pointed to a locker, changing the subject. "That's yours. Put your stuff away and meet by the cabin in 15 minutes." The man nodded toward the locker before heading back out of the homestead, leaving Mitch to shove his bag into the small metal cubby. Spinning around to a small sound coming from the door, Mitch's eyebrows knit together before he shut the metal door.

"Okay, I'll just walk in the room and act like I don't see him." Addison whispered to herself, trying to figure out a way to approach the situation. "I don't look the same, right? He can't possibly know it's me."

Quietly and quickly walking towards the homestead, Addy pauses for a second, watching Alex leave the room. You can do this, Addy. He won't be that angry...right?

Softly placing her shaking hand up to the door, Addy pushes it open. Ignoring the nervous jitters wracking her body, she closes the door behind her and enters the room.

Scanning her nervous gaze around the numerous cots, her eyebrows furrow as she notes the empty room. He was just here. Where the hell could he have-

Suddenly, a pair of hands grip her shoulders tightly, roughly attempting to spin her around, but as soon as Addy spins around, she lifts her knee and collides it into the man's groin. A groan of pain escapes his lips as Addison attempts to further her attack. Rearing her fist back to land a punch, the guy suddenly catches her fist and spins her around till her back hits the wall behind her.

A gasp leaves the girl's lips as the man pins her against the wall with her clenched fist right beside her face. Ripping her gaze from her hand to her attacker, Addison's breath hitches. Dark, angry brown orbs met her own fierce gaze.

"Mit-"

"Who the hell are you?" Mitch's face turned beet red as he yelled, his veins bulging out of his neck. "Huh?" He continued, his anger boiling upon seeing the woman up close.

Feeling her own anger starting to rise within, Addison reared her head back and slammed it into his, making the man stumble back and lose his grip. "Well, if you would like me to explain—"

Suddenly, Addy flinched as Mitch regained his stance. Lifting his gaze back up to the woman, his features softened as he noticed the small vein poking out on her forehead. The same vein that used to poke out of his best friend's forehead when she was stressed about something. It is her.

"Mitch." Addy sucked in a breath, "It's me, okay. It's Addy. Just calm down, okay?"

"Calm down?" Mitch narrowed his eyes, keeping his piercing gaze fixed on the girl in disbelief.

"You died! I watched them wheel your body out of your house! I went to your funeral. How is this even possi-" Mitch paused as the gears in his head turned. "Did you fake your own death?!"

Addy swallowed. She felt her throat constricting as the guilt from seven years ago caught up with her. "I didn't have a choice."

Mitch blinked in disbelief, shaking his head. "You didn't have a choice?" he cocked his head to the side, taking a step closer. "You really think I'm going to believe anything you say, now? After what you did. You left me. You made me believe that you were dead! You were supposed to be the ONE person that would never leave me."

"I'm sorry." Addy shook her head, feeling the tears burn their way to her eyes. "Just let me explain—"

"No." Mitch shook his head, "You don't get to do that." he scolded, stepping closer to the woman till he was inches away from her. "Stay away from me. I mean it. I'm here for one thing and one thing only."

Stepping away from the girl, Mitch sent her one last glare before swiftly turning around and heading out of the room, leaving Addy to stand in place, shocked.

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Some Dylan and Soup - Part 5 - The love of soup

Part 1 is here folks. / Part 2 is here folks. / And part 3 here! / Here’s part 4!

Summary: Facing the consequences of the kiss, I finally talk to Dylan. Will soup be able to save me?

A/n: After months. Finally. This is it. @mf-despair-queen series with Dylan and soup. Last part. I hope you didn’t forget about this hihi. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1638

Three days. It’d been three days since I had taken my courage and kissed the man I loved. No, it wasn’t that. It’d been three days since I finally accepted my feelings for him, and that I had shown him... physically. I didn’t know what went through my head when I decided to kiss Dylan with an unexpected intuition and unequivocal love.

Madness, maybe. I had to admit, I was a little crazy about him. But not in the drastic sense. It must have been years of loving him in the depths of my heart without ever allowing love to come out. So when I finally realised the truth, it all came out at the same time in an explosion of confetti and affection. In any case, I didn’t know if I had done well. If I regretted my gesture, or would do the same if I could go back in time at that precise moment.

So many unanswered questions.

Three days later, and no news from Dylan. It's like he never existed. If it wasn’t the many photos of us in my phone or the more than 7 years of strong friendship with flaws – all friends have some, exactly like couples- I would have had really believed Dylan O’Brien was only an unknown actor. However, nothing previously had justified three days of total ignorance.

And it depressed me terribly.

Three days later and I was still in the same pajamas watching the same TV show in the same sofa while eating the same thing. Soup. My soup diet was obviously not acceptable as a meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner, so I had to take something else with it. Yes, three days off is good for relaxing, but I didn’t put my nose out. I only got up from the couch to go to the bathroom, to eat, to shower or to go to sleep. The outside world seemed so far away when the protective bubble of my fandoms protected me.

So when knocks were heard at my door, I immediately started to panic. Jumping on my feet, my blanket fell to the ground, and I stomped in trying to get to the front door as quick as possible. And I crashed to the ground like a vulgar potato. Annihilated, I remained motionless for a moment, waiting for the sounds, waiting for them to knock again.

Knock Knock knock

There was someone there. Part of me was hoping it was Dylan, that he came to tell me he had time to think about what happened, and that his feelings were the same. Another part of me didn’t want it to be him. Because, whatever he would say to me, I wasn’t ready to hear it. I may have ruined our friendship forever. Just the way everything had ended, me running away from my own home after the kiss, him doing nothing to stop me. And when I came back home, more ashamed than ever, he was gone. I didn’t try to call him to explain, I just couldn’t without my heart beating wildly in my chest. He didn’t call either.

Pathetic.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

Getting up slowly, I stared silently at my door, cursing his invention. If only it were transparent, I could know who was on the other side and stop stressing! But no, I had to get up, walk, and look through the little hole. So much effort for so little. Sighing, I got on my feet and stalked towards my enemy, aka the door. My footsteps made no sound on the floor, and for a moment I thought I was a real ninja.

It was only in front of it that I noticed the silence. No more knocks, no voice, nothing. Intrigued, I put my eye against the hole and looked, but saw no one, only the empty and dirty hallway. I opened the door slowly, the creaking sound making me wince.

There was no one.

I was about to close the door when something white caught my attention, a piece of paper taped to the wood. A letter, which bore my name. I removed it and went back inside, put my back against the closed door and let me slide to the ground. I could recognize it from a thousand. With his fast curves, the special way of writing the M ... it was Dylan's handwriting. He was the one who knocked. My heart pounded as I continued to stared at the paper, indecisive, hesitating to look at what was written. The lump in my throat made my saliva hard to swallow when I tried, and I opened the letter.

"I have to see you. Join me at the cafe at the corner of the street. I'll be waiting for you all night."

The panic came over me as I took a look at the clock on the wall. My heart jerked in my chest. Raising my arm, I sniffed myself and pinched my nose. I didn’t have much time and refused to make him wait. Yes, I was afraid of what he wanted to tell me. But I had to face the facts, living in denial, not wanting to know, was rotting my life. Getting up, I put the letter on the table and went to the bathroom to get ready. While the hot water ran on my head, I began to think at full speed in all possible scenarios. What he wanted to tell me, if it was positive or negative, if he was angry at me, if he still wanted me as a friend ... Million of emotions swept through me, my head was spinning, my belly writhed with anguish. Fearing I was taking too long, I cut the water and got out of the shower. Once dried, I dressed quickly, grabbed my keys, and left my apartment.

It was cool outside, and the wind against my skin gave me goosebumps. I shivered, bringing my arms against my body. In a hurry, I didn’t take the time to dry my hair that was now soaking my shirt. Apprehension and nervousness was all that went through my body right now. And when the coffee sign appeared before me, everything turned into fear. But it was when I saw him, sitting at a table at the back of the cafe, a steaming cup in his hands, that the hurricane of emotion grew worse. I watched him for a moment before getting in, savoring this moment as if it was the last time I saw my best friend.

Taking a deep breath of cold air that did me more harm than good, I pulled out the coffee door. The bell above rang, and the few guests in the establishment looked up at me, including Dylan. When his beautiful golden eyes landed on me, I froze and stopped breathing. Everything seemed to slow down, as if the world had stopped turning just for us. My friend waved at me and I went to his table with my head down, unable to hold his gaze any longer. As I sat on the chair, I took the opportunity to wipe my hands against my pants.

"Do you want to order something?" Dylan broke the silence. His voice brought me back from my thoughts and I raised my head to finally look at him. "Soup, maybe?"

"Dyl ..." I mumbled, my heart hurting more and more every second that passed. "Just tell me what you have to say." Not knowing what to do with my hands, I put them on the table and waited. Silence joined us at the table, and I began to regret everything. Regret the kiss, regret to have come, regret--

"I, I have to tell you something." Looking up, I plunged my eyes into my friend's. He was red-faced and avoided crossing my gaze. Tipping my head to the side, I waited. "Since you kissed me ..." That's it. He was going to talk about the kiss. He was going to tell me that wasn’t a good idea, that we shouldn’t be friends anymore. Closing my eyes, I waited for the words difficult to hear to reach me. "I only think about doing it again."

"... What?" I abruptly opened my eyes and closed my mouth before he could see me drooling in surprise.

"These past weeks together made me realize that I feel something for you. That's more than ..." Seeking his words, Dylan stared at his hands before resuming. “Friends. But I don’t want to lose what we already have. I mean… It’s not like that would change but…” He was so cute looking for the right words to say, I couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on my face. "Say something, Mal..."

I couldn’t believe it. Dylan had feelings for me. He loved our kiss. He wanted to do it again. If I hadn’t been in a public place, I think I would have cried. Or I would have swept everything that was on the table and kissed Dylan until I ran out of breath.

"I don’t know what to say ..." I bit my lip, unable to put my ideas back in order. Unable to think rationally. Dylan was there, in front of me, so close. The heat also rose in my face. "My house?" I proposed. The confidence used in this simple sentence succeeded in capsizing my whole heart. I really said that? The look Dylan gave me made my situation worse. Lust. Envy. Desire. I had to be redder than a bowl of tomato soup.

It was like a dream. No, better than a dream. We went back home. I'll let you guess what happened next. A mix of cuddles, kisses, soup ... and very adult stuff. But that's a story for another time!

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