#dylan obrien does stuff

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[onlydylanobrien]

Director Christopher MacBride must relish in screwing with people's minds. His previous film, 2012's The Conspiracy, found two documentary filmmakers drawn into the world of conspiracy theories and wondering what was real... or not. His latest endeavor, Flashback – formerly entitled The Education of Fredrick Fitzell – is another head trip.

The movie follows Fred (Teen Wolf's Dylan O'Brien), a 30-year-old man suffering from violent flashbacks that harken back to his youth. Brutal and scary, the visions lead him on this journey to uncover the truth surrounding the mysterious disappearance of his high school classmate, Cindy. To get answers, Fred hunts down his former teen drug buddies. One night, they end up at a crazy drug-den party, where these strangers are all strung out on the substance Mercury. Everything spirals out of control from there, as past, present and future versions of Fred come into play.

SYFY WIRE has been following the film's progress throughout production, visiting the set as far back as 2018, where we chatted with the cast. As the film gears up to finally hit theaters, and in the wake of a delay caused by the pandemic, here's our chat with MacBride from that set visit in Toronto. The director sat down with us to discuss the project's bigger themes, high-concept science fiction, monsters, and casting O'Brien.

The original title of the movie had "education" in it. What does Fredrick learn along his journey?

The "education" definitely has multiple meanings. One of them is exploring the idea of how a human being is educated in a broad sense. How do we learn basic building blocks of life that affect us 30 years later? Experiences you have as a kid, as a child, how do those basic educational building blocks that get instilled in you. How do they then influence you when you are a grown man? Another part of it is a chunk of the story is about growing up. There's a coming-of-age aspect to it. Fred is a guy approaching 30. He's on the cusp of full-blown adulthood, in a lot of ways. He's in his first serious relationship. Is he going to commit to his girlfriend? Is he going to give up his dreams of becoming an artist and take up an office job? Is he going to become a responsible adult? His mother is also on her deathbed, which is another rite of passage when you are no longer a child. So, the education is about how to be an adult, but it's also him learning about the forces in his life that control him.

Can you talk about infusing the science-fiction element into this narrative?

Sci-fi is my favorite genre. The type that I gravitate towards most is the Philip K. Dick-type mind-bending science fiction. I love stories like that, whether it's novels or movies… high-concept, brain-teasing sci-fi. Flashback is definitely influenced by Philip K. Dick. The idea of not understanding your own identity is really interesting to me. Mind-bending sci-fi is such a great way to explore these themes of identity. A Scanner Darkly is a great example. It's stuff that could be pretentious or not fit in a straight-ahead drama. But in sci-fi, it gives you license to explore it in that way.

Where does Flashback's shapeshifting creature come into play?

The creature is a mystery in the film. I wanted an antagonist that wasn't a conventional antagonist. It's not a horror monster that is trying to gobble you up or kill you. It's something the main characters perceive when they are on this drug, that seems almost godlike. It seems to be everywhere at once. It has a Lovecraftian vibe to it. He often has creatures referred to as "you can't fathom what they look like, and you would lose your mind if you did." This is my attempt to build something like that, that looks and moves and acts like no other monster in any other movie. We are still in the process of putting it together, so we will see how it ultimately comes out.

Are the effects practical or computer-generated?

A combination of both. Audiences have seen every kind of CG monster. No matter how good the technology gets, there's always that uncanny valley where you always know it's not really there. I like things that have a Cronenberg, sticky-tactile nature to them. I want the creature to feel like it's made up of something that you don't understand, and it moves in a way you don't understand.

How did casting Dylan O'Brien as the lead come about and what did he bring to the table?

When we started casting, we wanted a good actor. But we also had certain criteria. We needed somebody who could be 17 and 30 realistically, which is tough. One of our producers, Russell Ackerman, brought up Dylan O'Brien and asked what I thought. I said, "Yes," and I went and watched American Assassin. I could see how he had formed a real character in the movie. I could see it had boundaries and limits. I could see he was a real actor. We met and he got the script. He not only got the role, but he got the whole story, so I was really impressed.

Flashback premieres in select theaters and VOD on June 4.

[writingsbychlo]

what do you mean by toxic?

circulating paparazzi photos of dylan, blaming his lack of interaction with them for mental health problems they have, literally getting so twisted over people dylan DOES interact with, particularly THAT photo of dylan dancing with a girl in a bar in 2018, just overall being RUDE to other people, comments always get aggressive, and literally 90% of the videos are SO heavily sexualised it’s ridiculous. like, I’m in SebStan tiktok too but even the fanfic style tiktoks (y’all know the ones I mean, right?) like so much of the dylan fandom is like

“look at these really hot pictures of dylan, this is why I’m depressed” “leaked nudes of dylan obrien (that are not real because we know he’s never done that!)” and the worst one I saw once was “now tyler leaked his nudes were all just waiting for a video of dylan getting off too, right”

like it’s disgusting?? that’s a literal human being you are talking about? if you said that about someone who wasn’t famous can you imagine how disgusted you’d be.

“hey, wanna see some leaked nudes of that cashier?” “hey, that bus driver is so hot but he never talks to me so he’s the reason I’m depressed.” “so since that one girls only fans got leaked we’re all waiting for her friends to get leaked too, right?” it’s absolutely disgusting. I have quite a few celeb tiktok streams, seb stan & sabrina carpenter for example and i never get this stuff??

admittedly all celebrities have paparazzi photos but i skip those because it’s an invasion of privacy and a whole different kind of toxic in itself to follow someone and take their pictures without permission it literally should be illegal but the DOB tiktok itself is just yikes. not all people, i know there’s a lot of nice ones.

and those videos, there’s this really sweet account that does headcanons but in video form for the maze runner and it’s super cute, but then there’s other ones which are so heavily sexualised and it’s like alright settle down wtf???

[x-lulu]

gurl 1-99 I dare you😄

haha no if that's too much just 1, 2, 24, 32, 77, 85, 95

well I finally answered them all babe, took me a week haha 💗

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? world away by tonight alive, you give love a bad name by bon jovi, amnesia by five seconds of summer, had enough by lower than atlantis, take it out on me by thousand foot krutch, if I could fly by one direction, I just named the first that popped in my head

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? YOU

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17? a wind came in off the harbour, bringing the smell of the sea

4: What do you think about most? I’m an overthinker with anxiety so yeah I think about everything a lot, so I wouldn’t know what I think about most

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? just an okay haha

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with, an oversized shirt and underwear

7: What’s your strangest talent? latin maybe?

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) I don’t know rock? I’m not really the kind of person that puts a gender in things

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? uhm I don’t think so, now I feel unimportant haha

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? I’m more an using a hairbrush as a microphone kind of girl

11: Do you have any strange phobias? probably, I’m scared of a lot of things

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? don’t think so

13: What’s your religion? officially I’m Christian, I’m a bit searching for what I believe in tho, I do believe in jezus but not like walking on water and coming back from the death, I might believe in the Greek gods and nature gods

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? enjoying the fresh air, going for a walk/ride and look at cute animals

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? even if you kill me I don’t know what band to say

17: What was the last lie you told? I lied about not being sad

18: Do you believe in karma? I don’t know, sometimes, but like there are people who’ve done terrible things, where is their karma?

19: What does your URL mean? it’s just my nickname, I didn’t want to make it fandom related because I’m a multi fandom and I didn’t want to have to change my url a lot, I also didn’t want to put my real name because I don’t want people to find me who I know in real life haha

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? my insecurity is my greatest weakness I think, I don’t know my greatest strength... maybe being a person who people feel loved and welcome by? Idk if people feel that way and idk if it’s a strength. If I’m gonna be poetic I have to say my greatest weakness and strength are both that I love someone with my whole heart, when I start loving you, I love you so much, I would do anything for you, but when someone fucks up, I’ll still love them even tho they don’t deserve it, so that comes with a lot of pain so yeah a weakness and a strength

21: Who is your celebrity crush? rudy pankow and dylan obrien

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? yes

23: How do you vent your anger? I keep everything to myself till I explode and start screaming

24: Do you have a collection of anything? music records, stones and just memories from places I’ve been to

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? neither? If I’m comfortable I do enjoy video chatting especially in times like these where you can’t speak in real life

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? this is hard one, I’ve never been happy with who I am, I do like me better than who I used to be

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? sound I love is when you’re walking trough the woods just the birds, can’t think of one I hate, I definitely have some they just don’t come to mind rn

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? what if I keep going through and it doesn’t get better

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes/maybe

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. my laptop and my pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? flowers

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? xanten

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? uhm west coast? Idk haha

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? harry styles is the first one that pops in my head

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? to find love, can be someone something, experience things that make you happy, enjoy it, learn, better the world

36: Define Art. creating something, it can have a meaning but it also can’t, a lot of people give it a deep meaning, which can be it, I just think art doesn’t always have to be deep are spectacular it can be someone making something because they have so much going in their head and they find peace in creating art and get inspired by their own experience, people also can it just do for fun, there are so many different kind of art and artists, I don’t think it can’t be defined

37: Do you believe in luck? I don’t know

38: What’s the weather like right now? rainy

39: What time is it? 9:54 pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? no licence

41: What was the last book you read? a fanfic on Wattpad fight or flight by ffsumth

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? yes 🙈

43: Do you have any nicknames? lu and lulu obviously, loesje , samantha, pinguïn, polar bear, you called me lulu bear hehe

44: What was the last film you saw? I don’t remember...

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? uhm ive broken a few things, my toes and my arm, but nothing really bad actually

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? no, I don’t want to, I have seen some really close, they’re beautiful

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? again you haha, but like all the stuff I post on here are my obsessions

48: What’s your sexual orientation? I don’t know, I think straight, but I don’t know for sure

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? yeah

50: Do you believe in magic? I’m not certain, maybe I do :) I do live by the saying ‘just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist’

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? sadly yes, like I won’t be mean to you or anything, but I will never ever trust you again, if I’m hurt I’m hurt and sadly I haven’t found a way yet to leave it behind, so I’m feeling a lot of pain and I’m never gonna forget that pain, so yeah...

52: What is your astrological sign? capricorn

53: Do you save money or spend it? uhm both? depends on how I feel and what time of the year it is, I have the bad habit to save it for a few months and then spend a lot of it

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? a apple pen so I can start trying digital art

55: Love or lust? love

56: In a relationship? with you hehe

57: How many relationships have you had? none official relationships, I’m just not lovable okay leave me alone haha

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no oops

59: Where were you yesterday? home, school, therapy

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? a pillow

61: Are you wearing socks right now? no

62: What’s your favourite animal? polar bears

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? no idea haha, I don’t have one

64: Where is your best friend? at home, like 20min away

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. this is hard so I’m just gonna name the first five that come in my head @nxsmss @rafej-cambanks @thegreatestofheck @chrlsgillespie @nedleed

66: What is your heritage? I don’t know 🤷‍♀️

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? sleeping, I had to get up early today

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? never thought about it

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? no

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Is it bad to say yes? I mean I hate myself but I do think I’m a good friend

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? save the dog obviously!!!!

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? I think I would tell people, I’m not sure, but like so have people got the time to say goodbye the way they want to, I would travel the world I think, do everything on my bucket list, maybe some illegal stuff 🙈 (where no one gets hurt tho obviously), I don’t think I would be afraid... I mean I’m suicidal, I’ve literally been connected to death my whole life, if you understand what I mean

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. uhm trust I think? If I would have love but don’t have trust I wouldn’t really feel loved anyway, I do really want to experience how it feels like to be loved tho...

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? the first song that came to mind is love my life by Robbie Williams, I rarely listen to it, but the lyrics really gives a boost of happiness and confidence

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 51 54

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? loyalty and trust, you don’t have to agree on everything or be interested in the same things, you do have to be there for each other

77: How can I win your heart? YOU ALREADY HAVE

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? yes I think so

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? to get dogs

80: What size shoes do you wear? uhm 38 eu, 4,5 uk and 7 us

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? a loving ... I hope to be a loving daughter, friend, wife and mother, someone who was always there for others

82: What is your favourite word? fuck haha, no idk but that is definitely a word I use a lot

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. pain....

84: What is a saying you say a lot? enjoy the little things

85: What’s the last song you listened to? ignorance by paramore

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? uhm I do love black, I also like pastels and like a turquoise kind of colour

87: What is your current desktop picture? me and my friend

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? no one, there are a lot of people who did wrong, the need to be in jail, but I’m not saying someone deserves to die

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? what goes on in my head, how I’m feeling

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? scream probably haha

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? teleportation, I would travel the world haha

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? when I was in Ireland by the cliffs of moher

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? uhm this is a hard one, maybe seeing my father almost dying? (he is okay btw, we were lucky), I’ve had nightmares and anxiety ever since

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? I find this so weird to say for some reason... if I have to give a name it would be harry styles I think, because damn look at that man, but I don’t know, I would rather be friends with him than sleep with him tbh, I know you can do both haha, but idk I’m not like yes I want to sleep with him haha, I think I’ve read too many fanfics about him that I would find it awkward

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? ice land or canada

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? don’t think so, not close ones anyway

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? no, I got out in time haha

98: Ever been on a plane? yes, when I went on a trip to georgia in west asia

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? you’re all ignorant assholes haha, no idk what I would say, there are a lot of good people on this world I know, but man there is some fucked up shit, so maybe I would educate some people or it would have something to do with mental health, maybe about loving yourself or that it’s not a sign of weakness and that we should be treated as equals to physical pain, we should be taken seriously... I don’t really know, there are so many things haha

[dylinski]

Stalker Boy

Part 2

Warnings: Angst, slow burn, anxiety, cussing

Relationships: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 2617

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: So here’s part two. I spent roughly four and a half hours on this, but probably only actually wrote for about 1 hour. I;m actually really proud of this and excited to see what people think. (by people i mean like the 3 people who actually read my stuffs). I left it with some closure, but if ya’ll want a part 3, let me know and I’ll whip something up. Thankies. You can tell towards the end I was losing it. I wrote this having had 3 hours of sleep and I’ve been awake since 9am. it is now 9pm.

Part 1

Part 2

Reader POV

You groaned into your pillow as you laid in bed, alerting Kayla who had been passing by your room. She backpedaled and lingered in the door frame, giving you a face of contemptment. Meeting her gaze, you grunted as you threw the pillow you were holding at her head. She cackles as she jumps out of the way, picks up the pillow and then sits next to you in bed. You sit up to meet your friend, “It's been over a week! You gave him the right number, right?”

Kayla looked at you like you were insane and nodded, “Yes. I’ve told you at least a hundred times, I gave him your number.”

“But are you sure? You were drunk off your ass.”

Kayla glared at your accusation then rolled her eyes. “Yes, I was slightly inebriated, but not black out drunk. Thank you very much.” Kayla then stood up and sashayed away as you groaned again, flopping back down into your bed. “He’ll call!” She shouted over her shoulder as she exited the room.

You laid there for a couple minutes, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating your situation and your options. You replayed the memory in your mind, trying to find the point in which you could have scared him off. Maybe you gave him your all too familiar crazed eye look, or made him feel uncomfortable at the length of time you stared at him. Could he possibly think you were in fact a crazy person by the way you fumbled your words and how you freaked out when he approached you? That had to be it. He thinks you're a nutcase and too much work. Rolling over onto your stomach, you groaned into the pillow as you buried your head in it.

“I need a distraction.” Deciding you needed to put your thoughts elsewhere, before you actually drove yourself into insanity, you hopped out of bed and left the room to go watch a movie. You passed Kayla’s room and saw her laying in bed reading some girly magazine you would never touch. Ick. “Hey,” she looked up at you, giving her attention, “you wanna watch a movie? Preferably something violent and mindless.” You gritted your teeth in a smile, hoping she would catch on to the need for distraction.

Kayla sighed and whined as she spoke, “You know I hate those kinds of movies. Can we watching something sappy? Those are the best.”

You stared down your mentally blonde friend as she was obviously oblivious to your current mental state. “Kayla. The last thing I need right now is some stupid love story to remind me of my terrible luck with guys.” “You mean guy. More specifically, the guy from the bar. What was his name again?” She laughed as she spoke, but let out a yelp as you lunged at her for the antagonization. You both laughed and giggled as you wrestled and then settled into the bed. “Honestly Y/N, don’t overthink it. Okay?” She smiled at you, making you relax.

The ease of your muscles didn’t last long as you heard your ringtone come from your room. Your body tensed and your eyes widened, pupils dilating as you stared at Kayla. She stared back in confusion, wondering why you weren’t moving. Your mind was racing and your body was frozen. Was it him? What would you say? What will he say? Why did he take so long to call? Does he want to see me again?

You realized you were wasting time and jumped up, hurdling yourself across the bed, making yourself look like a fool. You ran through the door, slamming against the wall and practically slid down the hall to your room. You grabbed your phone off your nightstand and saw an unrecognizable number. Pupils blown, you answered the call and lifted the phone to your ear. With a shaky voice you answered.

“He..hello?” There was a pause of silence that lasted less than five seconds, but felt like five million.

“Hi, I’m calling about your car’s extended warranty…”

The automated voice on the line continued as you remained silent, heart and soul completely obliterated. A rumble started in your stomach and rolled its way up your throat and to your mouth, escaping as a scream that scared Kayla shitless.

Dylan POV

Dylan stared at the picture of the girl on his phone, amazed by her beauty. He whispered her name under his breath, almost unsure that the entire encounter had even happened, his only proof that she was even real was this picture. He promised himself he would wait at least a couple days before he called, but it was getting difficult. He looked at the clock and grunted at what he saw. It had only been sixteen hours since he met her.

He opened the contact for Y/N and held his thumb above the number, hesitating to tap down on the illuminated screen. He held it there until his thumb began to ache from the uncomfortable position. Fuck it, he thought as he let the digit fall and hit the number, initiating the call. 

The phone rang four times before and automated voice bellowed through the line. “The number you have tried to reach is no longer in service or has been disconnected…” The woman in his ear continued as confusion and horror befell his mole-speckled face. 

“What the fuck?” He shouted into the phone as if the programmed voice would have the answer. He hung up the line and attempted the call a second time, achieving the same results. He drew his brows in and jutted out his jaw as rage filled his lungs. How could this happen? Y/N’s friend, whos name escaped him, must have given him the wrong number. But how? He took the phones from her when he saw her struggling and--. Shit. She had put in the first six digits to the phone number with her fumbling fingers and he had entered the last four. She must have typed them in wrong. Six numbers. That’s probably over a million different combinations.

The brunette threw his head back on the couch in defeat and whined at his predicament. How was he going to call her? He only knew her first name and there had to be millions of Y/Ns in the world, and thousands in the city alone. He slouched on the couch and hung his head holding his phone in his lap. He turned the device to face him and pulled up the picture of the angel who was now lost to him.

Four weeks later

Dylan was crossing the busy street that was crowded and full of people. In the mass sea of bodies, what he thought to be absolutely impossible was now before his eyes. Further up the block, there she was, plain as day. He shook his head, blinking his eyes rapidly to ensure he wasn’t, in fact, seeing things. The girl was sitting at a small round table for two outside of a cafe, her nose buried in a book. She couldn't be more than 100 feet away, so Dylan altered his course without hesitation and closed the distance between them. As he neared her, he was unable to tell if his heavy breathing was from the presence of the angel in front of him or that he was now moving at a much more rapid pace.

He now stood less than 15 feet away from the girl he had dreamed about almost every night since they met. At that moment he made a mental note not to tell her that to avoid sounding like a creep. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and placed the curve of his hand on her shoulder.

Reader POV

You had just gotten off work and found yourself craving a pastry. Although you knew you probably shouldn’t eat the sweet, work was relatively difficult, so you determined that you deserved it. You questioned whether you should stop at the shop on 9th or sit and read at the cafe on 12th. It had been a while since you were actually able to sit down and read with how crazy work had been recently. Hailing a cab, you told him the address of the cafe and slumped back into the plastic covered seat underneath you.

It took about ten minutes to reach the destination, so you paid the driver and exited the yellow vehicle and sat at your favorite table. You relaxed into the iron-wired chair and opened your book to the page you had left the story at. Before you could fully delve into the enticing tale, the waiter appeared and offered his services. You ordered a puff pastry with cherry filling and some tea. Not long after, he returned with the requested items and swiftly left to assist other customers. You took an over-exaggerated bite that was too big and felt the cherry filling stick to your face. You blushed at your lack of etiquette and self-consciously wiped the mess off your face. Sipping your tea and taking smaller bites, you buried your face in your book. 

Time and the world escaped you as you were consumed by the drama, mystery, and romance that filled the pages your eyes roamed. You were so unaware of your surroundings that when a rough hand landed on your shoulder you screamed and almost flew out of your seat. You instinctively dropped the book in your hands and used your arms to balance you, preventing the tumble to the ground.

“We gotta stop meeting like this.” A soft and smooth voice chuckled as it rolled over your shoulder and echoed through your ears. You immediately froze at the memorable sound, fearing your sound holes were betraying you. Turning frantically, you accidentally hit the man in the face with your hair, causing him to spit and claw at the strands as he flew back.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” You bellowed reaching out to the disoriented face. When he found his bearings, he looked you over and began to attempt to hide the chuckle that rumbled in his throat. Your brows furrowed as anxiety saturated your already embarrassed and shocked nervous system. “What? Is there something on my face?” Your eyes filled with horror as you wiped the right corner of your mouth.

“Actually, yes.” He no longer attempted to hide the laugh as he walked up to you, less than a foot between you. He reached out to the left corner of your mouth with his right hand and wiped away the leftover pastry, which you were now undoubtedly regretting. Your lips were slightly parted by the touch and your eyes locked as he wiped away the mess. His fingers smelled of lavender and cigarettes which was surprisingly intoxicating and left you brimming with heat.

You both stood there, his fingers on your mouth and eyes locked for an unnatural amount of time, but you were the first to break the trance as you shook your head and stepped back. “What are you doing here?” You shot at him, the indignatious tone in your voice obvious.

“Well, this is a street, and I was crossing it.” He motioned to the street in front of you as if you were a child who needed visualization. The emotion that lingered in your voice was now visible on your face and the scruffy-looking man cocked his head in wonder. “What?” He bluntly asked.

“You never called me.”

Immediately a look of enlightenment fell upon his face as he palmed his forehead. He must have realized the total asshole had been for not calling and then acting like he did nothing wrong. He moved  his hand from his face to the back of his neck, almost hiding behind his raised bicep. Ignore the biceps, you’re mad. “I can explain why that never happened, which I’m completely sorry about.” You jerked your head, informing him to elaborate. “Your friend...she was drunk. I was going to wait a couple days to call you, but I couldn’t wait so I tried the next day, but I guess the number she gave me was wrong because it said it was disconnected and then I had no idea what to do because I really wanted to talk to you but I had no idea how to find you and--”

“While I would love to continue to listen to you verbal on-run sentence, it’s okay. I get it.” He smiled at your understanding and took a step closer again. “Let me see your phone. I’ll make sure you have the right number this time.” His smile showed teeth, very white and beautiful teeth that you couldn’t help but smile too. God, this man just keeps getting more and more beautiful. Even his smile is gorgeous. What the actual fuck.

He pulled the device out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to you. When you opened up the contact info under your name, you were shocked to see the picture of yourself, but it was more flattering than alarming. Your eyes trailed down to the number your idiot friend had given him and you laughed. Dylan looked at you as if you had told a joke and he missed the punchline. He moved to stand next to him, a shiver shooting down your spine as your shoulders touched, and showed him the screen. “The number she gave you was close. She switched the 8 and 6, they’re in the wrong places.” 

You pulled the phone back, not breaking your contact to him, and fixed the error, then pressed the new number. Immediately the phone in your pocket began to ring and a smile of victory washed over your features. “Now you don't have any more excuses.” You handed him the phone and a look of adoration and appreciation was exhibited on his mug.

“Thanks. Besides, I won’t need any.” He winked at the end of his sentence as his previous timid trait melted away and was replaced by a cocky one.

“Look who’s being cocky.” You smirked at the mole-speckled boy, but a mixture of shock and heat permeated at his response.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it.” The brunette waggled his eyebrows at you with a crooked smile that made you want to jump his bones right then and there. But you didn't. Sadly.

In an effort to avoid mortifying yourself, you attempted an escape, “Well, it was really good to see you and I’m glad we got that all cleared up. I should really head home now, though.” Although the man was still smiling, his whisky eyes were frowning and full of sorrow. You would have given in right then and there, but self-control availed yet again.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” He asked desperately.

“As far as I know, nothing.”

“Well, I know what you're doing.” You were impressed with his wit and laughed in your chest. “You’re gonna spend the day with me.” His cocky demeanor was betrayed by his nervous eyes, but they relaxed when you smiled and nodded. As you started to leave, he shouted over to you. “I’ll call you.” 

Without hesitation, you shot him a glare that could have cut him in half were your eyes lasers. He palmed the back of his neck and nervously chuckled, but then composed himself and winked. You smiled from ear to ear and stuck your tongue at him as you turned and then headed home to first, yell at Kayla, and then freak out as you tell her everything that just happened.

Taglist: @xceafh

[dylanobriendoesstuff]

Hey guys,

I haven’t been very active. Can you tell me the good goss about what’s going on in our fav mans life?

[randombtsprincessa]

Check-in tag <3

Tagged by my baby @yoonia​ sorry this took so long luv !!

1. why did you choose your url?

At first when I joined tumblr my @ was just randomprincess. That began to feel old though and when I started writing, my dumbass thought having bts in the name would let people know what they could find in my blog. Now of course, it’s a little bit of everything on this blog so random+bts seems apt lol. As for Princessa, well, it’s kinda a running joke! ;)

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them?

Nope, none!

3. how long have you’ve been on tumblr?

Gee, I’ve been here since the teen wolf and tvd days. My writing days are a bit more recent though. Just celebrated my fourth year anniversary here.

4. do you have a queue tag?

I don’t run a queue simply because I’m lazy. I reblog the things I like and have tags for them and for my personal stuff but none that run on queue.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

At first it was just a safe space you know. I saw a lot of other blogs flourishing here and they all looked so nice and peaceful. I joined at a personally hard time for me and writing was an outlet at that time, not a hobby. I literally could do nothing else. I didn’t start posting here for a long while though.

6. why did you choose your icon?

Because it’s Jungkook. I change it monthly.

7. why did you choose your header?

I chose the header I have now because of the way I simply stared at it for about three hours listening to asmr. it helped me sleep that night.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

I think it’s either Base to Base or Babesitter.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Thats a sad question. I might have forgotten to follow back tons of my friends on here so here’s to them! Please tell me if Im not following you!

10. how many followers do you have?

I don’t reveal that because some people get mean.

11. how many people do you follow?

Not nearly enough fam.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Oh I think all of mine are.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Depends on how busy I am. My activity is testament if I’m there or not.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Well I guess you could say I’ve SEEN more drama than been in them. I did fall out with some ofc. One of them I thought of as a real friend but well, it’s not going to work if you’re okay with the killing of innocent people. No thanks.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

In general I will reblog advisory posts that circulate news or the wtf segement of news. Yes, I’ve been called names for some of them (see above) but then again, why would you SUPPORT that kind of thing...ok I digress. Anyway, as a principle I try and stay away from what could turn out to be scams and missing people being people who are being stalked.

16. do you like tag games?

I do!! I love them!!

17. do you like ask games?

Yep :)

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

If it were up to me we all would be authors making a difference in the world sipping tea with bts but yk life.

19. do i have a crush on a mutual?

Does Dylan Obrien still run a blog?

I don’ know if people have already done this or not so here’s it up to you. I’m tagging everybody!

[thelittlestkitsune]

Much deserved.

So, a few people have indeed seen my previous post, which simply stated that I won’t be on tumblr for a little while. This is true. I have spent the best part of two years, constantly pumping out content for you guys. For the most part anyway. So now I feel it’s necessary that I step back for a minute or two. 

I’ve not been having the best go of things lately; but I wont be going into that here! I feel like I need some time to regroup and make myself happy with my content again. I don’t know how long that will be. However knowing me I’ll be back within a week. 

But if you think I've forgotten about you don’t be silly.

Just because I won’t be as active on here as I usually am does not mean I’m deactivating/not writing.

I’m simply taking a step back from constantly being online. I will have a queue and I’ll probably continue talking to you guys from time to time. But my writing is suffering, I pressure myself too much and it’s really impacting my health. So from now until god knows when I’ll be a ghost. Here in spirit, but not quite. 

Partly, this is because of the best stuff first and I’d love to put it down to that. But in all honesty? My head hasn’t been quite in writing and I need to find that love again. I’ll be continuing my series’ and you bet your sweet patooties you’ll get more of what you love. I just need some time. 

Until then boo’s. I love you all. 

Lau xo

Tag’s so you know <3

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[mf-despair-queen]

VIP Package - Drummer!Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy. 

You let out a loud scream, sliding around your apartment as soon as you saw the news. You were thankful your roommate wasn’t home right now. She would be laughing her ass off, watching you practically dancing with joy.

You had just seen the latest news for your all-time favorite band, The Teen Wolves. Silly name for most, but you knew the origin behind the name. The boys in the band had been friends since they were young, and actually started a band when they were in their early teens. They played at every venue for their high school because they were that good. Their high school mascot was a wolf. Thus, they had dubbed themselves the Teen Wolves. They didn’t make it big until a few years ago, after their hit “Beacon in the Hills” made number one on the charts for three months straight.

You had fallen in love with the band since their early recording days, before they were chart toppers. You loved their music from the first time you stumbled across one of their videos on YouTube. Plus, they were all great to look at. Seriously, who wouldn’t want to stare at three handsome as fuck guys while they play?

The leader of the group was Tyler, though everyone called him T-Pose. He was the group’s lead vocal and guitarist. He was the youngest of the three, but he definitely had the biggest personality. He was outgoing and never afraid to have a good time, in and out of the public eye.

The bassist of the group was Daniel. Don’t let his baby face fool you. He was the oldest of the group, but one of the sweetest for sure. He held a few years on the other boys, and acted as their guidance from the beginning, as he had been playing since he was young. They respected him, but he respected them back equally as much.

Then, your favorite. The drummer: Dylan. The moment you saw him on your computer screen, you had fallen head over heels in love with the silly boy. He was the goofiest of the three, but he was the purest of souls. He always did his best to please his fans, never turning people down if they asked him for an autograph on the streets. You had seen a Vlog by him once that talked about how he didn’t like being treated differently because he was this musician with growing fame. He said how he was just a normal person, but he liked making his fans happy.

They didn’t tour often, even when they released a new album. So, this was big to you, especially since their final stop was here, where you lived. They were going to be playing less than 20 minutes from your apartment, and you knew you had to go the moment you saw the locations listed.

You heard the front door close, and the clatter of keys in the dish signaling the return of your roommate and best friend, Holland. She stopped in the entrance to the living room, seeing you bouncing on your toes, staring at her with wide eyes. She laughed, shaking her head as she kicked off her heels.

“What’s got you hyped up on sugar today?” She asked, sitting on the couch and tucking her feet under her. You grabbed your laptop, skidding over next to her and flopping onto the couch. “Calm down there, tiger. Why are you so eager?”

You opened to the website, the big bold text reading “2017 SUPERNATURAL PHENOMENON WORLD TOUR” sprawled across the top of the page. “Holl, The Teen Wolves are going on tour for the first time in like…3 years! And look,” you scrolled down, pointing at the listing for your hometown. “They’re playing here! Can you believe it?!”

Holland shook her head, laughing at your enthusiasm. “I should have known it had to do with them. They are all you talk about.” You watched her get up, heading to the kitchen to grab a drink. “Have you looked at the ticket prices yet? Maybe we can go. I can request that day off,” she hollered.

You blinked slowly, appalled that hadn’t yet. “No, I haven’t actually. I was just so excited about the fact that they will be playing that I didn’t even think to look at the tickets.”

Holland sat next to you, taking your laptop from your hands. “Well, let’s look then.” She clicked on the “purchase tickets” link, feeling you scoot closer to her side. You both scanned over the prices, your mouth falling open.

“They’re so expensive! The most reasonable prices are the ones in the boonies! I love them so much, but I would not be able to enjoy them from nosebleed alley!” You fell back on the couch, crying to yourself. “This isn’t fair. Why did I have to lose my job right before they announced this tour? I can’t afford this.”

Holland rubbed your leg in a comforting manner. “I can pay, you know. It would be worth it, even if it puts us close on the rest of the bills.”

You looked up at Holland’s caring look, smiling sadly at her. “No, no. It’s ok. Being able to live is more important than me being able to see them. There’s always next time, right?”

Holland saw your crestfallen face, frowning at you. “Come on, honey. We can find a way to make this work! Who knows when you’ll be able to see them again.”

You slid off the couch, taking your laptop from her lap, closing it carefully. “It’s fine, Holl. Seriously. I’m going to head to bed now. I will see you in the morning.”

She watched you head down the hall, hearing the click of your door as it shut. She let out a long sigh, pulling her phone out of her purse. She scrolled through her contacts for a second, glancing up at your door to make sure you hadn’t come back out. She clicked on the name, putting the phone to her ear, listening to it ring.

“Holland? You realize it’s like…2 AM for me right now, right?” The voice on the other end mumbled, sounding kind of tired.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But I need a big favor, Dyl.”

You scrubbed at the plate in your hands, still feeling depressed about the who concert ordeal. You watched the tickets sell out in close to an hour, sadly realizing how close you had been to being able to go but losing out on that chance in an instance. You missed your one chance, watching it slip down the drain, out of your grasp.

You sighed, putting the plate down and turning off the water. Your leaned on the sink, mumbling to yourself. “It’s fine, Y/N. Maybe next time. It’s not like this is their last tour.” You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts.

“Y/N? Are you home?” You heard Holland yell from the front door.

“In the kitchen!” You shouted back, sitting at the table. She skipped in happily, ignoring the look you sent her. “What’s got you so happy?”

She leaned on the table, flashing her pearly whites in a big smile. “How much do you love me?”

You blinked, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms over your chest. “That depends. Did you bring booze? Or did you blow your entire paycheck on shoes again?”

Holland stuck her tongue out at you. “Ha, ha. Very funny. You’re a real riot.” She placed a bag on the table, sitting across from you. “Of course I brought booze. But that’s not the reason I’m asking.”

You pulled the bottle of Moscato from the bag, licking your lips. “Okay. You brought the good stuff. I will acknowledge whatever you have to say.” She rolled her eyes, pulling out an envelope from her purse and sliding it across the table at you. You eyed it, picking it up slowly. It was a blank envelope, so you had no idea what this was about. “What the fuck is this, Holl?”

“Just open it, loser,” she laughed, getting up to grab some wine glasses. You eyed her once, gently tearing the envelope open. You dumped the contents onto the table, seeing two badges sitting in front of you. The word “VIP” was printed across the item, your eyes furrowing in confusion. You picked one up, turning it over to see the Teen Wolves logo.

Your mouth feel open, shifting your stare between her and the badges constantly. “What the…HOW DID YOU GET THESE? They didn’t have any VIP packages available for any of their tours! Are these even real? What the fuck is going on?!”

Holland laughed, opening the Moscato and pouring two glasses. “They are real.”

You gaped at her, your body shaking. “B-but how?”

She shrugged, sitting down with her glass in her hand. “I made a call to the right person is all.” She noticed you still staring, sighing. “I called Dylan and asked him for a hookup for the concert, ok?”

“Um,” you stammered, leaning on the table, “excuse me, bitch. You called Dylan? As in Dylan O’Brien? Drummer for the band I idolize?” She nodded, your eyes widening. “You’re joking, right? How the fuck…”

“I’ve known all of them since I was in high school. They’re some of my best friends.”

You fell from your chair in shock. “And you never thought to mention this?!”

She sighed, swirling her wine in the glass. “This is why I never mentioned it. I didn’t want people to bug me because I’m friends with them. To me, they’re just Dylan, Tyler and Daniel, you know? I also knew you would freak out like this if you knew.” She took a sip, watching you readjust in the chair. “But I saw how sad it made you about the tickets, so I asked Dyl if he could hook us up with some seats. I didn’t think he would send us this. He said that we get in early for their sound check, you can browse merchandise crowd-free, we get backstage access, and get to watch the show from the best seats ever: right alongside them. But you know the best part?” You blinked, shaking your head. “Exclusive meet and greet.”

You stopped breathing for a second, mentally analyzing her words. ‘Exclusive meet and greet.’ You were going to meet them. Something no one else got to do. You let out a scream, nearly tackling Holland into a hug across the table. “You are literally the best friend any girl could ask for! I’m mad that you never told me you personally knew the love of my life, but I don’t even care right now! I love you, Holland!”

She pats your back, laughing at your reaction. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Now drink wine with me, hoe.”

You nearly fell out of Holland’s car as you arrived at the concert arena, staring at the giant building in awe. Your heart was hammering away at your chest, and you were surprised it hadn’t jumped out just yet. Holland laughed, locking the car and linking her arm with yours.

“Let’s go, babe. Tyler said to head to the security entrance and they will escort us to the merchandise area first. Then they will take us in for sound check.” You nodded happily, nearly dragging Holland away. Both of your pairs of heels clicked along the asphalt of the parking lot, guys stopping to watch you guys walk by. You subtly look down at your outfit, regretting wearing the outfit Holland had forced you into. You wore the tightest jeans you owned that showed off your ass and a tight red tank top hiding the extreme push-up bra that Holland had to literally force onto your chest.

You stopped walking, Holland looking back at you. “Maybe this is a bad idea, Holl. I’m not dressed for this. I’m ugly and they’re going to look at me weird and-“

She cut you off, pulling you into a tight hug. “Stop doubting yourself. You’re beautiful. Plus, these guys couldn’t hate a single soul, especially based off of how you look. They’re going to love you because you are the brilliant, Y/N, their number one fan!”

You smiled, hugging her back tightly. “How did I ever wind up with a best friend like you? You’re going to make me cry.”

She pulled away quickly, wagging her finger. “Don’t you dare cry! It took me hours to do your makeup!” You both let out a laugh, bypassing the long line that had formed as you headed for the security door. “Now, once we get in there, please promise me you will not freak out on them. They are just normal guys, alright? I don’t want to hear it later that you passed out in front of them.”

“No guarantees.”

She rolled her eyes, flashing the VIP badges to the person at the door. He gestured you both to follow him, guiding you down a long hallway until you reached the main lobby. It was empty, aside from the long tables with merchandise available for purchase. Your eyes widened, letting go of Holland to swarm the table.

“Oh my god, Holl! I want everything!” You took out your wallet, the merchant shaking his head. You gave him a curious look. “What?”

“I was instructed to give you whatever you wanted by the boss. Said you were a special VIP and that we should accommodate you.” You gaped at the man, instantly listing off the things you wanted. You had asked him twenty times if he was sure you didn’t need to pay him anything, and he assured you it was on the house. He bagged your stuff, gesturing you away with a sweet smile and wave.

You skipped back over to Holland, who was laughing at you hugging the bag to your chest. “Remind me to yell at them for giving you such freedom with all of this.” You, however, were elated, not bothering to respond to her snarky comment. “Let’s go. I poked my head in and they are about to start the sound check. We need to get in there soon so you can actually meet the guys.”

You squealed happily, running as fast as you could in heels into the arena, staring up at the large stage. You saw Tyler standing there, tuning a guitar while some technicians tested the equipment around him. He heard the clatter of your heels, looking up to see you and Holland standing there.

“Holl!” He shouted, setting the guitar down and jumping off the stage. He pulled her into a hug, spinning her around. “Long time no see, girly!” He put her down gently, turning to you. “And you must be Y/N! We’ve heard so many great things about you, especially that you are such a big fan. It’s great to finally meet you.” You stood staring, flabbergasted at the man in front of you. You extended a sweaty, shaky hand, Tyler laughing and pulling you into a quick hug instead. “You guys made it just in time. Dyl and Dan are in the back still, but should be out soon.”

As if on cue, Daniel came sliding onto the stage, nearly crashing over the set of drums. The cymbals clattered together loudly as he caught himself on them before he fell, a laugh escaping his mouth. You stared with wide eyes, two of your idols in front of you. All you needed now was Dylan and your life would officially be perfect.

“Dammit, Dan! Don’t touch my fucking drums!”

Dylan walked onto the stage, his honey-brown eyes flashing with anger at his friend. He was currently shirtless, holding a black shirt in his hands. You stared longingly at his broad chest and sexy abs, taking note of the patches of hair that were present on his chest and stomach, leading into his dark blue jeans. He had muscular arms, and you could only imagine what it would be like to be wrapped up in them. His hair was slightly disheveled in his usual style, sticking up perfectly.

“Holy shit. Dylan is hotter in person,” you said aloud before you could stop yourself. Holland and Tyler let out a loud laugh, causing you to blush a bright red. Dylan looked over at you, a smirk forming on his face as he trailed his gaze over you.

“You’re not too bad yourself, sweet cheeks,” He said, in the flirtiest tone you had ever heard. Your cheeks lit up even more, your whole body heating up. You weren’t sure what you were more flustered about, him calling you sweet cheeks or him saying you weren’t “too bad.”

Tyler hopped back on stage, punching Dylan in the arm. “Put on your shirt dude. We are in the presence of two true beauties! They don’t want to stare at your fugly mug.”

“I beg to differ, T-Pose,” Dylan laughed, glancing at you once more. He slipped the shirt over his head, sitting at the drums while Daniel grabbed his bass. Tyler gestured you both on stage, offering a hand to help you up the stairs. Holland started talking to Tyler while you slipped closer to Dylan, watching him tap a simple rhythm on the drums. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, sending you a small smile. “Do you want to try?”

You blushed, Dylan holding the sticks out to you. You took them, your fingers brushing with his. They were soft, but sent a spark through your entire body. Dylan didn’t make a motion to move from his seat, confusing you. “I can’t really try if you are right there.”

He laughed, leaning back slightly on the seat. “Of course you can. You can sit on my lap.” You gaped at him, ready to decline when his hands gripped your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your shirt was pushed up slightly as you felt his warm, muscular arms wrap around your waist tightly. “Now, play away, princess.”

Your palms were sweaty, nearly dropping the sticks. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, his lips pressing against it softly. Your mouth was dry, trying to focus on the instrument in front of you, but your mind kept wandering to the handsome man holding you. You finally tapped an uneven beat on the drums, listening to Dylan laugh in your ear.

“Princess, that’s not how you do that,” He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand wrapped around yours, holding them tightly. You felt how large his hands were compared to yours, looking down at the veins that protruded from them. He carefully guided your hands, leading you into a steady beat of a song they normally played. You felt him smile against your ear, his tongue grazing your earlobe when he licked his lips. “See. This is how you do it.”

You looked back at him, your eyes locking with his. “You’re um…very talented,” You stammered, noticing how close he was to you. His smiled, letting go of your hand to brush some hair behind your ear.

“You’re not too bad yourself, princess.” He smiled, taking the sticks from your hands, and playing a faster beat, you still trapped on his lap. Daniel was watching you guys closely, a large smile on his lips, playing along to the beat, on his bass. The two played casually until Tyler walked over with Holland, cutting the boys off.

“Alright. They want to start letting people in to get seated. Let’s show the girls to their spot so we can finish getting ready.” Daniel and Dylan nodded back at him. Dylan helped you off his lap, his fingers tracing small circles on the exposed skin of your stomach. You stared at him for a second, getting lost in his eyes. “Let’s go, Y/N!”

You shook your head, running after Tyler quickly, not daring to spare Dylan another glance. “Coming, coming.”

Tyler situated you guys on the side of the stage, in perfect view of where they would be performing. He excused himself, running off further backstage. Holland sent you a look, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “So, you and Dyl seem to be hitting it off. I can smell a romance some day!”

A pink hue dusted your cheeks, shoving her lightly. “Ha, ha, very funny. He’s just being nice, Holl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to run to the bathroom really quick before the show starts.”

She waved you off, pulling her phone out. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get lost. The show starts in a half hour.”

You wandered off towards the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door completely. You just needed to get away for a few, taking a couple deep breathes to calm your nerves. You leaned on the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. “Ok Y/N. Stay calm. It’s just your favorite band of all time playing. And you have the best seats in the house. You can do this without fainting.” You thought back to the short time you were with Dylan already, your body getting hot. You remember how he played the drums perfectly with you on his lap, the way he banged the sticks on the drums. You let out a small moan at the memory. “God, he can play my drums like that any day.”

“Is that so, princess?”

The voice startled you, turning towards the door as it clicked shut. Dylan leaned against it casually, locking it behind him. “Holy shit, Dylan. You scared me. Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He laughed, making his way closer to you. “Well, maybe you should make sure the door is closed before using the restroom, even if you are just talking to yourself.” He stopped in front of you, your back pressed into the sink. He bit his lip, looking down at you. “So, I can bang your drums, eh?”

You blushed, trying to get out an answer. “I-I…what makes you think I was talking about you? Maybe I was talking about…m-my b-boyfriend! Yeah. My boyfriend…Ian…”

Dylan chuckled, licking his lips. “Well that’s funny. Considering Holland told me once that you were single because no guy could reach your standards.” He leaned closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Tell me. Where do I stand on your level of standards?”

Your breath hitched, your mind going blank as you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. He groaned quietly, his hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer. His lips pushed against yours harder, melding with yours perfectly. Your hands tangled in his shirt, tugging at the fabric as a sign for more. He grinned, his tongue flicking across your lips in the middle of the kiss, slipping it into your mouth when you gasped in surprise.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Here you were, making out with your idol, the love of your life. The man you idolized and had a crush on through your computer for the last four years. You pulled away, feeling his lips travel down your jaw to your neck, nipping at it softly. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your head falling back to allow him more access to your sweet spots. “This is crazy, Dylan.”

He licked at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, feeling you shudder. “Well, I can think of something crazier. But only if you’re up for it. And we have to be quick. I gotta get back for the show.” You nodded before you fully understood what you were agreeing to, feeling Dylan smile into your neck. “Good. Now, keep quiet for me, okay, princess?”

You blinked, feeling his fingers trail down your sides, fiddling with the button on your jeans. You blushed, watching him closely as he popped the button, getting down on his knees to tug the tight clothes down your legs. They pooled around your ankles, unable to come off completely because of your heels. He dropped to his knees, dabbing his tongue at the wet material of your thong.

“You’re so wet already, baby. I’ve barely done anything to you. Do I turn you on just by looking at you?” He looked up at you through his lashes, his eyes holding a taunting glint. You could barely breath, nodding your head rapidly at him. “Damn, really? And you haven’t even seen the best parts of me.” You choked on air, almost collapsing when your legs turned to jelly at his words. “Hey, careful there. Why don’t you sit down?”

His hands grabbed your ass, standing up quickly and lifting you off the ground. You squealed in surprise, his strong arms holding you up easily as he shuffled over to the toilet, skillfully using one foot to close the lid before placed you on it. You sunk back on it, adjusting into a comfortable position while Dylan dropped down in front of you again, running his fingers along your thighs. You bit back a moan.

“Dyl, you said we had to go fast. You are not going fast right now.” You grinned down at him, seeing him cast you a dark look, his eyes filled with lust.

“You want to cum that quickly, huh, baby?” You blushed brightly, Dylan laughing at the look on your face. “I thought so.” He tugged once on the strap of your thong, gesturing for you to lift your hips so he could slide it down. You complied, feeling the soaked material slide down your legs, Dylan pushing your knees apart when the material join your jeans. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping core. “Of, god, baby. I’m going to make you cum so hard. You will be begging for a second round after the show.”

You didn’t stifle your moan this time, letting your voice bounce off the bathroom walls. “Fuck, Dyl. Just hurry up and do something. Or are you all talk and no game?” He smirked, placing soft kisses up both of your thighs, deliberately avoiding your aching pussy. “God dammit Dyl! Just hurry up and do something!”

“So needy, baby. I will only comply if you promise to scream my name when you cum.” You nodded without a second thought, feeling him smile against the skin of your thigh. “Good.” He moved forward quickly, licking a long stripe along your folds. You moaned loudly, his tongue licking at all of your escaped juices before it buried into your pussy. His nose pressed against your clit, rubbing at it whenever he lurched forward, his tongue thrusting deep into your walls. It swirled around inside of you, leaving no spot on your walls untouched, no bit of your juice being left unclaimed by his mouth.

“Oh god, Dyl. I only dreamt of this. I didn’t know you would be this good,” You mumbled, your body shaking with happiness. He grinned at your words, easily hearing your low grumbles in the silent room. His mouth wrapped around your pussy, giving it small sucks while he licked you faster, pressing in as deep as he could. Your fingers threaded through his hair, giving him a small tug up until his mouth moved to your clit, nibbling and sucking at the swollen nub. “Shit!”

He chuckled softly, blowing at the nub a few times before he wrapped his lips around it, flicking his tongue repeatedly. Your body quivered, your moans growing louder and more frequent. He was proud of the noises he was making you release, but was unsatisfied that you were not screaming for him yet. He figured he had to do something to get you to the edge faster. He used one hand to keep your knees apart, his fingers pressing into your skin tightly, while the other slid up leg, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy before you realized what was happening. You squealed at the intrusion, feeling his skilled finger thrust into you wildly, his motions quick and strong.

“Holy shit Dyl. More. Please.” You mewled, tugging at the roots of his hair eagerly. He silently obeyed, slipping a second finger into you and thrusting into you quickly, brushing his fingers against your sweet spot every time. His lips tugged at your clit, smothering it with his tongue. His never faltered for a second, listening to your mewls of pleasure turn into screams of pure ecstasy when he curled his fingers the slightest bit, pounding your pussy relentlessly. “Right there! Oh, god I’m going to cum!”

He bit your clit once, shoving his fingers in to the brim until you were writhing before him, your fingers clutching his hair tightly, your toes curling in your heels. Your legs shook and your back arched off the toilet, you head falling back as you released the filthiest scream you could, mentally hoping no one heard you. Dylan felt your fluids coat his fingers, lathering your pussy walls so he could easily help you ride out your high. Your mind blanked briefly, enjoying the feeling of your orgasm wash over your body.

You slumped against the toilet as you relaxed, eyes closed as you felt Dylan pull his fingers from you. You cracked them open at him, seeing him lick his fingers clean, savoring the juices that covered them. “Damn, baby. You taste good.” He stood over, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your lips. You tasted yourself on him, moaning softly at the erotic move. He pulled away, hearing you whimper dissatisfied. “I know, baby. You want more. But I have a show to play in,” he glanced at the watch he wore, “15 minutes. T-Pose and Dan are probably wondering where the hell I am. So, we will have to save the rest for later.” He gave you a wink, quickly leaving the bathroom, the door shutting with a soft ‘click’.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Holy fuck. What the fuck just happened?” You took a moment to think back, realizing how fast everything just happened. “Did Dylan O’Brien just…eat me out? Holy shit, he did. I can die happy now.” You shakily got up, fixing your thong and jeans, glancing at yourself in the mirror. “At least my make-up is ok. Holl would kill me.”

You hurried out, heading back to Holland, knowing she was wondering if you fell in the toilet at this point. She glanced at you when you sat next to her, giving you a look. “Did you die in there?”

You gave a sarcastic laugh, sticking your tongue out at her. “Ha, ha. I just had to get my fangirling out before the show. I just met my dream band and didn’t freak out in front of them. I couldn’t contain myself any more. Better alone in the bathroom than in front of your friends, am I right?”

She nodded in agreement, turning back as the lights dimmed, the boys slinking on stage to start their concert.

“Thank you everyone for coming out to see us! We hope you enjoyed the show!” Tyler shouted, the crowd going wild at his words. The three boys waved at the crowd, running off the side of the stage towards you and Holland. Tyler tackled Holland into a hug, Holland scrunching her nose up at the sweaty male. “Did you guys enjoy the show?”

She pushed him again, adjusting her dress. “I did until you hugged me and covered me in your sweat. Nasty, Ty.” He laughed, pulling her into another hug, Daniel joining him. You sat there laughing at Holland’s look of displeasure until you felt two arms wrap around your waist.

“Did you enjoy the show, baby?” Dylan’s breath hit your ear, a shiver running through your body. You felt yourself getting wet just by feeling him against you, his body warm as it held you close.

“I did. You guys were amazing! Thank you for getting us tickets.” You turned in his arms, glancing up at him. “Though, you didn’t need to do the whole VIP thing. Just normal tickets would have been fine.”

He grinned, his eyes shifting to the others quickly. When he noticed them distracted, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, you both letting out a small groan from the spark you felt. “Well, only the best for you. We gotta treat our biggest fan to the best package in the world.”

You blushed, biting your lip. “Are you included in that package?” You almost regretted asking, knowing how dumb it sounded. But Dylan just smiled, pulling you into a tight hug. His lips pressed to the side of your face, whispering into your ear. “Only for you.” He pulled away, his hand reaching into his jeans to adjust himself. You saw a slight outline from his erect cock, blushing at it. Dylan walked over to the others, slinging his arm around Tyler’s shoulders. “T-Pose. We gotta show the girls a good time! They are our VIPs after all. We owe them a meet and greet.”

Tyler nodded, grabbing Holland’s hand while Dylan grabbed yours, Daniel leading you guys through the backstage halls. Tyler showed you guys different areas backstage, Daniel showing off things you had never seen. Dylan stuck close to your side, his fingers brushing with your occasionally. You could barely breathe every time you felt the tingle his fingers left on you, wanting to feel more of him.

Tyler tugged you guys into a photo studio, a camera crew already in place. “Photo time!” Tyler tugged everyone in for a group photo, then allowing everyone to take photos of their own. Your favorite was with Dylan, when he pressed his lips to your cheek in a sloppy kiss. Tyler and Daniel took it as a joke, laughing at it and giving taunting cat calls. Holland grinned, knowing you were dying inside. You fought back a blush, wanting to feel his lips on yours instead of your cheek.

After the photos, Tyler and Daniel led Holland away towards the dressing area because she wanted to see what it was like. You slowly walked behind them, unenthusiastic about the trip since you didn’t care for fashion like she did. You felt a swift tug of the hand, being pulled into a room quickly without the others seeing. The door closed behind you, your back pressed against it. Lips met yours in a messy kiss, fingers already pushing your tank top up.

“God you’re so sexy, baby. You were all I could think about during the show,” Dylan’s husky voice muttered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. You moaned, tugging him closer by his tight black shirt. He groaned, pressing you harder into the door, ripping your shirt over your head in one shot. “You won’t be needing that anymore.”

You would normally react strongly to something like that, slapping the guy whenever they attempt it. But this was different. Dylan was different. You craved his touch, like a drug. He made you feel good, even with the simplest touch. Part of your mind nagged at you that he was possibly using you as a booty call, while the other part said he truly cared for you.

Dylan fumbled with the lock as his lips attached to yours again, tugging you away from the door and further into the room. You stumbled in your heels, trying to keep up with him, his tall stature making it hard to keep up with him and kiss at the same time. He grinned into the kiss, breaking away and licking his lips. His hands found their way to your waist, tugging you towards him. His arms wrapped around you, his forehead resting on yours.

“How are you so perfect?” He mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your lips once more. “Why did it take me so long to find a girl as amazing as you?”

You blushed, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Dyl. More amazing than I ever thought you would be.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Seriously. I mean really,” he glanced over your body, groaning as he adjusted himself in his tight jeans, “look at you. You’re smoking, baby. I want to fuck you so hard.” You stared at him, seeing his cheeks flame up instantly. “Shit! I didn’t mean to say that! That’s so awkward. We just met and I don’t want you think you’re an easy lay and-“

You pulled him down, covering his mouth with yours. He groaned into the kiss, backing you up until you hit something. You broke away, glancing down it, noticing the pool table your ass was pressed against, nearly sitting atop the green felt. “Dyl,” you murmured, feeling his light breath on your cheeks. He watched you curiously, softly rubbing your skin. “I want you to fuck me.”

He smirked at you, pressing you into the pool table, placing a messy kiss to your lips. His hands were immediately at your chest, rubbing circles on the exposed tops of your breasts. You moaned, tugging at the bottom of his black shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing you to pull the shirt off. You tossed it behind you, leaving it uncared for on some plastic plant as your traced your fingers along his toned muscles.

“Shit, Dyl. You’re so handsome,” You moaned, grabbing at his jeans and working on the button. His hands worked on your bra clasp, though he was obviously growing frustrated when he couldn’t get it.

“Why do you women have to wear this stupid thing. It’s impossible to get off, and blocks one of the best parts of the body.” You giggled, pushing him away just a bit, reaching back and undoing it yourself. You held it between two fingers, looking between the bra and his gaping mouth, his eyes locked on you. You dropped the bra to the floor, giving him a sweet smile.

“Whoops. It fell.” You leaned back into the table, your hands holding up your breasts and massaging them between your fingers. “For the record, we wear them for support. You don’t want these babies to get saggy, do you?”

He shook his head vigorously, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “No, but they shouldn’t be hidden by a trap like that. They’re too perfect for me not to love.” You blushed, feeling the kisses he placed on your neck. His hands replaced yours, gripping your breasts firmly. You could feel the callouses on his hands from drumming, but they were soft at the same. His plump lips left small marks along your neck, working their way to your collarbone and to the valley between your breasts.

Your hands laced through his hair, gripping at it tightly. Dylan’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples, your mewls hitting his ears. You tugged at his brown locks, looking down at him. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue running over your nipple. He was pressed against you closely, his cock pressing against your leg and throbbing intensely.

“Someone’s a little happy down there,” You huffed out, moaning between your words. He pulsed once more, his mouth swapping between breasts. He massaged one with his hand, his mouth attacking the other, sucking roughly on the nipple. His tongue flicked over the bud, his teeth biting down on it. Every action caused his cock to jerk in his pants, obviously straining against the material. “You should get rid of those. You’re suffocating Dylan Jr.”

He released your nipple with a pop, resting his chin on your breast to look up at you. “Do not name my dick, please. That’s just weird.” He popped the button on your pants in one swift motion, giving you a smirk. “Besides, it isn’t fair if you still have your pants on.” His hand dipped inside our jeans, rubbing you through the thin material of your thong. He felt your arousal pooling around his fingers and his brisk touch, internally groaning. “And you’re fucking wet again. Shit.”

Your head fell back, failing to kick off your heels so he could remove your jeans completely. Dylan laughed, seeing you flailing under him. He pulled his hand from your jeans, dropping to his knees. He slowly removed your heels, placing them aside carefully. He then proceeded to pull your jeans down and a tantalizing pace, placing soft kisses to your inner thigh. He pulled the material from your ankles, tossing them aside shamelessly.

His nose nuzzled into the wet fabric of your thong, licking a stripe along it. You whined at him quietly. “Dyl, this isn’t fair. No games.”

He chuckled, pulling the thong off and sticking it in his back pocket. “No games? Ironic, considering you’re on top of a pool table.” He stood up, pulling you into a kiss, one finger slipping into your pussy. You shook at the intrusion, biting at his lip. You tried to rid him of his jeans, fumbling with the button. Your fingers weren’t functioning correctly, your mind unable to focus while he was fingering you quickly.

“Dammit, Dyl. Take off your pants and fuck me already,” You grumbled, tugging repeatedly at his jeans. He laughed, pulling his fingers from you. He unbuttoned his pants, kicked off his Vans, slid his jeans and boxers off and kicked them aside. You watched his giant cock slap his stomach, fully erect. “Oh. H-holy shit. Who knew you were so…”

Gigantic. Huge. Well endowed. Sexy. Hot. Capable of fucking a girl until she forgets her own name. Skilled with every part of your body that has touched mine already, so I’m sure your dick can do the same.

A million thoughts were running through your mind, unable to find the right word. You just stared at his cock, watching Dylan wrap his hand around it, gingerly stroking his length. You moaned, your mouth watering at the sight of the precum that dribbled from the tip. His thumb swiped at the tip, gathering the liquid and placing it at your mouth. You closed your eyes, wrapping your mouth around his thumb, your tongue running over his skin. It was salty, but sweet at the same time. Dylan groaned loudly, pulling away abruptly and running over to his jeans.

“Fuck. Wallet.” He fumbled with his pants, searching every pocket until he pulled out his wallet, pulling out a couple condoms. “Thank god Posey sticks a million of them in there at once.”

He ran back over, dropping one on a nearby table and tearing the other open with his teeth. You watched in awe as he rolled the rubber down his length, catching a glimpse at the wrapper as it fell to the floor. “XL? Fuck, you are huge.”

He chuckled, settling between your legs and aligning himself at your entrance. “Only the best for you, baby. Now,” he stared into your eyes, a glint in his lust-filled orbs. “Because you were impatient, You have to do what I say.” You hesitantly nodded. “Good. You can’t cum until I tell you it’s ok.”

Your mouth fell open, ready to protest when he slid inside, filling you to the brim. He buried himself to the hilt, hearing you loudly moan straight into his ear. You face buried in his neck, Dylan pausing to give you a second to adjust. When you started sucking at his neck, he knew you were ready.

He started off simple and slow, gently thrusting into you, hearing your tiny moans of pleasure. His thrusts got progressively faster, your noises getting louder with each passing second. He leaned you back, your teeth scraping against the skin on his neck roughly.  He grunted in pain, grabbing his neck, keeping a steady pace. “Damn, baby. Careful with the teeth. Don’t damage the goods.”

You giggled, biting your lip to hold back your moans. “The goods?”

He leaned forward for a kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth instead when you went to meet him halfway. You whined, feeling him tug on your swollen lip. “Are you taunting me, princess? Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

You felt his hand dip down, picking up your leg, wrapping it around his waist. You sat further on the edge of the pool table, laying back while he thrust into you harshly. His movements were wildly, and hitting deep into your pussy with the new angle. You pulled him closer with your leg, his cock hitting your g-spot multiple times. You turned into a moaning mess, your walls clenching around him tightly and your breasts bouncing freely. Dylan was grunting, leveraging himself on the pool table to deliver rapid, powerful thrusts.

“Fuck, Dyl. I won’t last much longer like this,” you whined at him. His speed picked up even more, your leg being pulled over his shoulder. You let out a loud scream, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth.

“It’s ok, baby. This lounge room is soundproof. Why do you think I dragged you in here?” He panted, feeling your walls contracting regularly. “Remember, baby. You cum when I say you do.”

You felt the new angle he thrust at, your mind blanking out instantly. Black spots filled your vision, your orgasm flooding your body. You back arched off the pool table, your heel digging into Dylan’s shoulder. Your juices coated the condom he wore, making it easier to slide inside you. He groaned, feeling your walls close around him, watching you shake uncontrollably.

He pulled out before you could fully relax, being pulled off the table and turned around. Your chest was pressed against the felt, your fingers digging into the green fabric. Your pussy dripped still, your juices sliding down your legs and collecting on the floor. You felt alone, glancing over your shoulder to see Dylan gone.

“Dylan?” You whispered, still breathless from your orgasm. You got no response, but heard the faint sound of a zipper and a clattering of wood. You tried to sit up to see what he was doing, but your body would not cooperate. You groaned, resting your head against the table. “What are you doing?”

Dylan run a finger along your spine, goosebumps following its path. “I told you. You aren’t allowed to cum without my permission. Now I gotta punish you, princess.” You dared glance back at him, seeing him tossing two drumsticks into the air, catching them in his hands. He sent you a small smirk, tapping one on your ass, a loud smack reverberating around the room. You squealed, your eyes clenching shut. “I’m gonna play a beat. I want you to sing a little song for me.”

You didn’t fully understand what he meant, until a steady rhythm of smacks were placed to your ass with his drumsticks. They were hard, but not sickening to the touch. Your ass stung, tears welling in your eyes. You were mixed, pain and pleasure filling your abdomen. You bit your lips, trying to figure out what he was wanting.

“Come on, baby. Sing for me. I want to hear your beautiful voice.” One more hard smack, Dylan drumming on your skin. You squirmed, clawing at the table. “Please, Y/N,” he mumbled, a plea laced in his seductive tone.

Hearing him say your name was the sexiest thing you had heard all night. It wasn’t a pet name, or him trying to be snarky. It was him, saying your name. You moaned loudly, his name falling from your lips. He grinned, tossing the sticks aside, rubbing your stinging, red ass delicately. You whimpered in pain, Dylan mumbling small apologies.

“I know, baby. But god that was sexy.”

You turned to him, a pout on your lips. “I don’t know how I feel about that. It hurt like a mother. But…I’m slightly aroused.”

He chuckled, spreading your legs and running a finger along your core. “Oh yeah. You’re actually soaked again. I guess I need to take care of that.”

He aligned himself like before, sliding in from behind. You screamed his name, digging your face into the pool table. Your nails clawed at the felt, feeling Dylan pounding into you rapidly, bottoming out with each thrust. The angle was better than before, you both on a quick downward spiral to your climax. Dylan was hard and fast, his nail scratching at your bare back and occasionally tugging at your hair.

You were spewing a string of ‘fucks’, Dylan moaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him. “Fuck, baby. I think I’m gonna…” He faltered, your pussy closing around him and you let out a violent shake, cumming around him. Your pussy was warm, his cock pulsing eagerly with his own orgasm. His seed spilled into the condom, Dylan moaning your name, drawing out each syllable.

He leaned over you, rubbing your shoulders to help you relax, a content sigh from your lips. He pulled out of you, striping himself of the used rubber, tying it and tossing it. You eased up from the pool table, turning to Dylan. He was sweaty, but seemed to be glowing. You smiled at him, wobbling over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey, handsome.” You looked up at him, seeing him blushing and giving a cute, lopsided smile. You studied his expression, memorizing the look on his perfect face. You took note of the moles and freckles that littered his perfect jawline, and the tiniest bit of scruff that was on his chin. “You’re something else, Dylan.”

Her chuckled, hugging you close. Your chest pressed against his, feeling the increased heartbeat he had. You rested your head on him for a second, enjoying the embrace.

Until it was ruined by a certain “Dylan Jr” prodding at your core again.

You giggled, looking down at his erect cock. “He’s ready for round three.” Dylan groaned, jerking his cock slowly.

“I will just masturbate, babe. I don’t want to strain you.”

You grinned, pushing one finger to his chest, walking him backwards. The back of his legs met with a couch, Dylan falling back onto it. He watched you shuffle to the table to grab the spare condom he had. He slumped back into the couch, his eyes locked on you. You took a deep breath, tearing open the condom, fumbling with the slippery thing. He bit back a laugh, ignoring the glare you sent his way. You grabbed his cock, jerking him carefully in your hand.

“Shit, baby. That feels good. But not as good as your pussy. You should ride me,” he said, his head falling back. Your pussy ached from his words, desire pooling in your gut. You slid the condom on him, straddling his hips. He shifted your hips against him, rolling against his cock. He felt the heat of your pussy against his cock. “Come on baby. Don’t tease me like this.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, littering his face with sweet kisses. “Now you know how it feels, Dyl.” He grumbled, staying silent. You aligned his cock at your entrance, sliding down on him with a loud moan. Your hands gripped his shoulders, keeping you upright. Dylan’s hands were on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving small bruises that you didn’t mind.

You hold your hips slowly, shifting them against him faster as moans flew from his lips. He helped you into a smooth motion, his hands guiding your movements. You both moaned, his hips meeting yours in perfect sync.

You pulled him into a sensual kiss, your tongues meeting in your mouth. They tangled together, his lips meshing with yours every time he pulled away and placed another kiss to your lips. You hummed happily at the feeling he was giving you. Your nails digging into his shoulders and raking down his back. You both were in perfect bliss.

He broke the kiss, leaning back and helping you bounce faster on his cock. Your breasts bounced happily, in perfect view for him. He moaned your name, muttering incoherent things while you rode him. His hands slid down to your ass, gripping it roughly, ignoring the wince you let out from the pain you still felt from being spanked with his sticks.

His cock twitched inside of you, hitting deep inside you each time. He pressed into your walls, rubbing every sensitive spot inside of you whenever his cock buried into you. You moved quickly, slamming down on him, screaming his name at the impact.

Dylan’s eyes glazed over, letting out a loud moan. “Shit, baby.” He felt your walls clutching his cock, your bouncing getting weaker and messier. “I’m going to cum again baby. You’re so fucking tight.” You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. He leaned up, kissing you one final time. The coil inside of your unraveled, Your body quivering in Dylan’s arms. Your toes curled under you, your back arching and pressing yourself close into him. He pulled your close, his cock pulsating and twitching erratically as he came, filling the condom to the brim. You both moaned into the kiss, slowly riding out your highs.

Dylan lifted you off him, standing up to discard the second condom. You collapsed on the couch, dull aches in every muscle of your body. You were content, deeming that the best sex you ever had, trying to ignore that this was the only time you would probably get to do this. Dylan gathered the clothes that had been scattered around the room, dressing himself before sitting next to you with your clothes.

“You should probably get dressed. We’ve been gone too long. I’m sure the others are looking for us. It’s also getting late. I need to head back to my house with the boys and you need to head home with Holl.”

You sat up, slipping on your bra and shirt. “Dyl, where is my thong?” He shrugged, knowing you forgot he had pocketed it. You huffed, sliding your legs into your jeans. “I liked that one too. It was cute.” You took a deep breath, walking over to a mirror on the wall to fix your hair. You looked at yourself, blinking once. “Wait. Your house? You live here?”

Dylan laughed, stretching back on the couch. “Of course. You didn’t know that?” You shook your head, feeling stupid for not knowing. “We live like…20 minutes from your apartment. And yes, I know where you live because Holland told me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, having a faint glimmer of hope to keep in contact with him. He laughed, getting up and walking over to you. He pulled you against him by the belt loops, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Did you enjoy being a VIP for our show?”

You grinned, hugging him. “Absolutely. Best show ever. The perks were the best, though.” You gave him a wink, Dylan grinning.

“Good. One last thing.” He escaped your grasp, picking up the drumsticks he had inadvertently used to spank you. He handed them to you, along with a folded piece of paper. “These are for you. Only read this paper after you get home, ok?” You nodded, standing on your tiptoes to give him one last kiss. He returned it with a soft groan, holding you close. “No more of that. We gotta go.”

You put the drumsticks and note in your bag of merchandise that was near the door, following Dylan out the lounge. He lead you off in a random direction, looking for the others. You guys ended up finding Tyler, Daniel and Holland in the cafeteria area, eating some snacks. Holland jumped up, tackling you into a hug.

“We looked everywhere for you! Did you get lost?”

You nodded, scratching the back of your head. “Yeah, sorry. While we were headed to wardrobe, I guess I took a wrong turn and got lost. Luckily Dylan was able to find me. Then we couldn’t find you guys at all! But it’s late, so we should head home, Holl.” She nodded, gathering her stuff from the table. You gave hugs to the boys, thanking them for the chance to do everything. Your hug with Dylan lasted a bit longer than the rest, whispering a sweet “thank you” into his ear.

Holland started the car once you were both in and situated, turning to you. “You didn’t get lost. What were you really doing?”

You thought back to everything that had happened, speaking without thinking. “Fucking a hot ass drummer.”

Holland’s mouth fell open. “What?! Why would you do that?”

You looked at her dumbfounded. “He’s hot, Holl. And nice. And sweet. And caring. And has a way with his mouth, fingers, giant cock…”

Holland shushed you. “TMI, honey bun. TMI. I don’t need to hear about Dyl in bed.” You laughed at her disgusted expression, leaning back in the seat. “But I guess now I know why you are glowing so much. Are you going to see him again soon?”

You shook your head solemnly. “I doubt it, Holl. I didn’t even get his number. I doubt he wants anything to do with me now. I was just an easy lay.”

She snorted, giving you a side glance. “I doubt that. Dyl isn’t like that. We’ll talk about it more tomorrow though.”

You nodded, silence forming between you both since you were so tired. Holland headed straight to her room once you arrived home, muttering good night with a long yawn. You changed into some comfy clothes, sitting on your bed with the bag of merch.

You pulled out the drumsticks, looking at them, observing Dylan’s name carved elegantly into the wood. You smiled, placing them down and pulling out the note. You were scared to open it, your hands shaking once you finally did.

Y/N, my sweet princess,

Thank you for the best night of my life. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to like you as much as I did when Holland first asked me to get you guys into the show. But, I have to say, I don’t regret it.

I wasn’t lying when I said you were all I could think about during the show. I wanted to perform extra well for you. I wanted you to enjoy the show. Do you know why?

From the moment you walked into that arena, I was in love.

Corny, yes. But true. I can’t help but know you are special. The way sparks flew whenever I touched you. The way your fingers curled in my hair. The way you admired my little quirks. Everything about you is special, and I hope that I can see everything you have to offer.

By now, you are probably at home, curled up in your bed in some nice comfy pajamas. You are thinking about how crazy this night was. You are thinking about how I made you cum a total of 4 times. And you are probably scared that I want nothing more with you.

Know you are wrong. I want to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll have me. Do me a favor, and call me.

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

Thank you, my princess.

Love, your favorite drummer,

Dylan O’Brien

P.S. Thanks for your favorite thong. I will cherish it always.

You reread the note multiple times, not believing what you were reading. He wanted you to stay. He wanted to take you out. And that little shit stole your favorite thong.

He cared. That bastard cared.

You grabbed your phone, typing in the number and hitting call. Your eyes fell on the time, hearing it start to ring.

3:43 A.M.

It’s late. Was he going to answer?

“Hello?”

His voice was slightly husky, but you could tell he hadn’t done to bed just yet. Your breath caught in your throat, dry swallowing. “Hi, Dyl.”

“Y/N. You actually called. Though, I didn’t expect you to call tonight. But I’m not complaining.” You giggled, laying back on your bed. “So, how was that VIP package to the concert you went to, baby? Did you enjoy yourself?”

You giggled at his joke, playing along. “I did, Dyl. Best VIP Package ever. I kind of hope I can get one again to go to for that band.

He chuckled over the line. “I think that can be arranged. We’ll discuss this over dinner. Say, 8 P.M. tomorrow?”

You smiled, hugging a pillow close. “Sounds like a date.”

[just-jordie-things]

300 FOLLOWERS!? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GUYS SO I WENT THRU AND ANSWERED THE ASKS

1. what’s your favorite food?

i think sushi.  smoked eel nigiri roll, and trust me, it’s amazing

2. do you have any ‘special’ talents?

maybe writing idk i’m an average writer

3. what’s your zodiac sign?

leo

4. have any siblings? older or younger? brother or sister? do you get along?

younger brother, and we’re like best friends.  we get into a lot of trouble together

5. what was your first ship?

the first one i was head over heels for would be scallison.  still am.

6. how old are you?

16 in july

7. if you had to get married right now, who would you choose and why?

ummm dyaln o’brien? sorry that was an unrealistic question i’m probably always gonna answer with him.  a l w a y s

8. any interesting life mini stories?

ok so last summer, i was hanging out with my bff @taegdcl1018, and she lives by the playground so we went to hang out there.  it was real chill, swinging and listening to music and stuff.  and when i got up and started walking, there was A BEE ON MY SHIRT.  so i screamed, and started wigging out, and of course brooklyn is like ‘girl chill’ (and tbh bees don’t scare me that much) anyways, this bee is still on my shirt, and im running around, and it’s still stuck on it.  and THAT my sweeties, is how i took my shirt off in a public playground.  NO WORRIES THO! there was no one around besides me and my bff, and she gave me her over shirt thingy before we left.  (also, it’s still difficult for me to wear that shirt.  it’s like i have PTSD)

9. who are your favorite artists/musicians right now?

melanie martinez, twenty one pilots, lana del rey, halsey, marilyn manson, blue october, blackbear, arctic monkeys, and kaleo

10. Want kids? Why?

i like the idea, but i think i’d say no.  i’m just not that responsible, not enough to care for a little person who would need me

11. hobbies?

writing, reading, playing piano, drawing, collaging (if that’s how you’d put it?) and editing

12. any pets?

oui, a chihuahua named delilah that my friends and i call taco

13. favorite ship(s)?

STYDIA MALEC MALIRA SCALIA AND MANIGGY

14. best cartoon?

Bob’s Burgers.  I love it.

15. best friends?

@taegdcl1018 and @peter-andhislostgirls.  they’re my besties.  we’re mermaids.

16. what color are your eyes?

morning sky blue lmao

17. what is your relationship status?

utterly single but flirting 

18. favorite pair of shoes?

PURPLE CONVERSE I PAINTED WHITE AND USED SHARPIE TO WRITE STUFF ON

19. favorite snapchat filter?

the bunny with the snow lol

20. favorite book?

The Replacement, by Brenna Yovanoff

21. opinion on drugs/alcohol?

gross.  i don’t like to judge, but I don’t like people throwing their lives away.

22. dream vacation?

Los Angeles.  everywhere there, just walking in the streets and listening to music

23. how many pictures are on your phone?

2,030

24. best ice cream flavor?

chocolate chip cookie dough with hot fudge 

25. where do you go to shop?

hot topic and forever 21 are my favorite

26. favorite class?

enriched english.  from the literature we get to read and the comedic of a teacher, it’s just great.

27. most embarrassing memory?

um, did you not read the story about the bee on my shirt?

28. what’s one of your favorite memories?

spending one of my bffs birthday watching horror movies in our underwear and hello kitty blankets.  there was also home made cake and doggos involved

29. what are your five most frequently played songs?

1. Where’s My Love - Syml 2. Drive - Halsey 3. Killing Strangers - Marilyn Manson 4. Hard For - Kevin Gates 5. Crazy In Love - Beyonce (um the 50 Shades of Grey remix…)

30. play any instruments?

piano and i used to know guitar and ukulele but it’s been a while

31. best breakfast meal?

chocolate chip pancakes with a shit ton of butter

32. who was the last person you called?

@taegdcl1018 for 2 hours and 17 minutes last night.  we discussed doing a collab ;)

33. fries or onion rings?

fries

34. daytime or night time?

night time.  it’s much more peaceful and overall more beautiful

35. how many languages do you know?

english and I’d like to say french, but i’m not fluent so i don’t think it counts

36. if you could only date one character from Teen Wolf, who would you date? why?

Malia Tate.  I feel like we could really teach each other things and she’d be overprotective and cute and yeee

37. best friend IRL and best friend via social media?

BEST FRIENDS IRL @taegdcl1018 and @peter-andhislostgirls and my best friends via social media are @failingmemequeen and Sarah (who doesn’t have a tumblr)

38. favorite picture?

there’s one my friend took in the lunch room last year, a selfie of her and my other bffs

39. fanfiction or fanart?

fanfiction 

40. when did you first start writing fanfics?

two years ago, my first teen wolf was a scallison one that i wrote before i even watched the show

41. favorite type of noodle?

the mac and cheese that looks like shells

42. favorite summer activity?

writing outside lol

43. if you could take a pic with one character at Disney, who would you choose?

alice from alice in wonderland.  i just love her.

44. best season of Teen Wolf?

i’m stuck between 3b and 6a

45. ok do you watch ANYTHING other than Teen Wolf?

I do! The Walking Dead, Riverdale, The Fosters, American Horror Story, Shameless, Orange is the New Black, Shadowhunters, Friends, and Pretty Little Liars

46. apple or samsung?

apple.  duh.

47. an annoying experience that you would like to vent about?

one time this girl told me if a man punches a woman, she should be grateful.  she claimed it was because of gender equality, which i am ALL for, but i thought it was disgusting, because if ANYONE punches you, no matter the gender, honestly i think you should just go ahead and punch them back

48. favorite pop tart flavor?

hot fudge sundae

49. McDonald’s, Burger King, or Wendy’s?

BK I can’t say no to a hershey pie

50. would you rather fly or be invisible?

hahahaa be invisible then my embarrassing moments wouldn’t be noticed

51. favorite board game?

candyland or monopoly 

52. circus or magic show?

magic show bc my brother loves magic tricks and i always get to see him try them and it’s just funny

53. waterpark or amusement park?

amusement park, i love rollercoasters and thrills!

54. any sentimentally valuable possessions?

my grandmothers first engagement ring, she gave it to me

55. what’s your favorite mode of travel?

car trips

56. what piece do you choose to be in Monopoly?

the top hat.  i love hats.

57. when was the last time you cried? why?

yesterday because i read SUCH a good stiles angst i teared up

58. favorite Marvel character?

ooh….um…. if i HAD to choose, i think i’d have to choosequicksilver from the X-Men franchise.  woot woot evan peters!

59. any nicknames?

yea: potato, captain crunch, and scoot.

60. what will be/is your senior quote?

“if someone from the future doesn’t come to stop you from doing something, then how bad can it be?

61. play any sports?

HELL NAH

62. if you were stranded on an island and had to bring 3 other people, who would they be and why?

my besties brookie and tay, and dylan o’brien cuz i’m gonna need entertainment somehow

63. lucky numbers?

8, 88, 666, and 18

64. label yourself (ethnicity, gender, sexuality etc)

i’m a white, bisexual, atheist woman

65. dogs or cats?

i love both so much but kittens man…

66. scooters or skateboards?

scooters.

67. favorite DC character?

harley quinn by far

68. bugs bunny or daffy duck?

daffy duck

69. are you sexually expierienced? (lol iyt #69 so i had to)

does reading smut count?

70. did you have a valentine this year?

I DID! 

71. vlogging or blogging?

so i do have a tumblr and technically it’s called a blog but i mean it’s not really a blog.  and sometimes my friend and i pretend to be vloggers so i guess vlogging

72. pandas or polar bears?

panda bears

73. favorite hello kitty character?

tuxedo sam

74. if you were going to travel to another country, where would you go?

Savoy France, to see a girl that I’ve become friends with and have wanted to see for a while

75. most used emoji?

the squid.  it just looks so happy and joyful.  i use it to tell people i love them

76. why did you start writing?

fanfiction? bc i was disappointed in jeff davis for killing off an angel who didn’t deserve it.

77. favorite fanfic?

I CAN’T CHOOSE!!! everything @writing-obrien has ever done

78. what’s your favorite show to binge?

teen wolf and riverdale

79. dresses or skirts?

i like both but i’m always in jeans.  but probably skirts 

80. favorite app?

tumblr duh

81. favorite word?

mechanical

82. what’s your favorite thing to write about?

stiles imagines and things about trees

83. who is your inspiration? for anything really

writing-obrien aforementioned for writing.  and twenty one pilots for music

84. would you rather go to neverland or wonderland?

wonderland! I want an unbirthday tea party!

85. favorite actor?

dylan o’brien

86. favorite actress?

crystal reed

87. favorite youtuber?

brandon rogers.  11/10 RECOMMEND WATCHING

88. if you could live in any fantasy land where would you pick and why?

still wonderland, because i feel like it’d just be so much fun lol

89. sleeping or eating?

ooh that’s a toughie.  probably eating.  I’m a high class food slut

90. favorite letter of the alphabet?

Z

91. fruits or veggies?

fruits

92. modern or ancient?

both?

93. smut, fluff, or angst?

fluff is my #1 but i like it all

94. if you were to go into a battle, what would be your weapon of choice?

probably a unicorn horn.

95. unicorns or pegasuses?

more unicorns!

97. thoughts on swearing?

swearing is so fucking dumb.  like why fucking do that you fucking fuck?  lmao swearings ok in the appropriate places.  not in a kindergarden classroom, but who cares if you’re at a bar?

98. reading or writing?

UGH WHY MAKE ME CHOOSE! I’M SKIPPING THIS ONE

99. big cities or small town country sides

big cities

100. east coast or west coast?

livin on the east coast but dreamin of the west

101. what do you love about your favorite character?

i love the way she really delves into her emotions, even though everyone thinks she doesn’t really have any, you can really tell what she’s feeling through her eyes, and that’s hard to do when it’s on a screen and not written in a fanfiction

thank you guys so sooo much for 300 follows! it made me tear up this morning, and means a lot to me that people actually like and enjoy my writings and i really hope that the only way i can go, is up, and i just really hope that i still have the love and support you guys give to me :) big hearts and big hugs for every one of you

[onlydylanobrien]

Finding hope during the monsterpocalypse

Love is explored honestly and equally throughout the film — whether it's the love between Joel and his pup, Boy, romantic love, or the love between found family in the aftermath of the monsterpocalypse. What drew you to this project? And what do you think audiences can take from these stories of hope and love in 2020?

It's a good question. Let me think what a good answer is. [Laughs] That is a big thing for me, and what drew me to it was the positivity of the film. I love genre stuff: the concept ideas within a film like this and the fun within the sequencing. The scary [parts] and the bit of the gags and playing with all that stuff, for me, is really great fun — and I love those sorts of things in film. But then, I also just really liked the honesty of it and the positivity of it overall.

It's a film that doesn't have an ego or something. It doesn't become like Joel is all-important, and he's the chosen one. I don't quite know how to articulate it, but it's not trying to do something or trying to be more than what it is. There's just a bit of an honesty to it and a positivity in the end in the messaging and that sort of thing where it's about caring for each other and about humanity. And it's not like, "I'm going to take what's yours for me, and I want this, and we have to fight each other for each other's resources," and all the usual stuff that you have in these sort of end of the world movies. I just liked that it didn't have that, and it was just this guy who's passionate about something and makes friends with this dog and is trying to get somewhere and kind of grows up in the process.

O'Brien slays every take

What was it like working with Dylan O'Brien?

It was awesome. We really get along well, and I consider him a pretty close friend now. I didn't know him well at all before going in, so I sort of met him for the project and talking about it. And he was the guy from the start that was right for it. And we just chatted and found what we thought was interesting about the character and the tone of it and how we wanted to work together. He's just got really incredible instincts for things in the moment — both a movie genre point of view of what's cool in the moment and what really works, but also just on character point of view in terms of humor, little things, the way he reacts to stuff, all that. It's just really entertaining to watch while you're making the film.

And he would always do different things pretty much every take, giving it a different angle and trying to find something [new]. I think that was what was really cool about it was just trying to find those things. You know, you're not showing up to just execute this exact thing. Obviously, the script is a script, and you're making that movie, but it wasn't like it's just a given exactly how something should be. And so there was always an openness to how to make the most of a moment or how to bring it to life in a different way. And so it was really awesome. It was great to work with him.

Did you have a favorite scene from him?

Probably the boulder snail one, funny enough. Just when Joel's shirt comes off, and then he can't move, and he's stuck in fear. There was just something about it where on the page I sort of had an idea of what I thought, and then just watching Dylan do it in the moment. It's just funny and kind of absurd, and he just did it really well. And at the end there, those were improvisations where they were going, "Thank you, boulder snail," and he's like, "Thank you," and he can't really talk, but he's kind of stuck in this moment. He's like overwhelmed. I thought that was really funny. I enjoyed that day. It was cool.

Dylan O'Brien, prankster extraordinaire

So during the New York Comic-Con panel, Dylan [O'Brien] and Ariana [Greenblatt] teased some on-set shenanigans. It sounded like set was a lot of fun. Were there any other notable moments or funny jokes and pranks on set?

It was pretty much ongoing. Dylan was filling the older brother role, really pushing it quite far. And so she was trying to taunt him all the time with things, and he was just being really mean to her in a funny way — like an older brother kind of way. Or she would do a really amazing take, and then he'd go like, "Come on, get it together," whatever it might be. Or during a scene when it's on his close-up, and she says something, and then he's like, "It's my shot now, this one's about me, it's not about you, so just do your lines." They just had this really funny thing, and she would just say the same things to him when it was her when she was in close-ups, and he wasn't on the camera. So they just had a really fun time. And I think it helped with the relationship onscreen.

Because she's quite mean to him and quite precocious and pushy, and I think him doing that also helped her feel comfortable being like that with him, and being kind of bossy and mean, because he let her be really comfortable like that off-set and they have a good vibe. It was great.

That's fun! While, at its heart, Love and Monsters is a love and survival story, the movie has some brilliant comedic scenes. You touched on this a little bit, but were there any ad-lib lines or improvised moments from any of the actors that stood out?

Oh, that's a tough one. Honestly, there were a lot. From Dylan's point of view, there were a lot. Often, it's in the heart of what the scene is and what's on the script. The work is in the script, so it's not to put down anything in terms of him changing things because it's not good enough or something, but it's just in the moment there were lots of things he changed. I'm trying to think what would be a good example. I don't know, to be honest, there are a lot.

He does that in a lot of his projects, and it's always hilarious. So that's not a surprising answer.

Yeah, and it's great. I love it.

Dylan O'Brien nails it

But it's also a testament to the quality of Dylan in being able to nail stuff. There were never times when it was like I'm sitting there as a director going, "Oh, he's just not getting this right." It's more just a case of if we could keep playing, we might come up with some other things that are really cool here as well. So that was the challenge: knowing if something is funny or not in the moment and going, "We've got that. It's funny, and it worked," but feeling like you're under quite a time constraint the whole time.

But everyone really loved the film that worked on it. We had a really passionate and amazing crew, and my AD James McGrady and John Starke, the line producer, as well as Dan Hennah, the production designer, and Lachlan [Milne], the Director of Photography. They were all very high-level people that I was really fortunate to work with. And we all were an amazing team, super positive and just trying to do the best we could with what we could.

The tween's the boss now

But we did see a lot of different young girls for [Minnow] because it's not as easy with older actors where you love someone from all these movies, whereas we wanted to see a lot of different people and see what the energy was. And she just had a really strong, confident vibe to her that really worked. And then at the same time, with casting, she went from that to turning to then starting to cry, and with Dylan, she actually did it with Dylan there, and was like, "Why you got to leave?" And then these tears just came there, and we thought, "Oh, if she can move between those spaces, then she's awesome."

And she brought a lot. She was super easy to improv little things with Dylan, or if Dylan said something, she would just say something back. She never got thrown by it or anything like that. She was great.

[anneshirlei]

9, 11, 16?

9. What’s your aesthetic?

Books, tea, the color yellow, dog, harry potter, dylan obrien kissing me passionately, historic stuff.... 

11. What is your hair like?

My hair has a very interesting story. When I was a child, my hair was beautifully straight. But in the back, right in the middle there was three spots where my hair looked like a hurricane. How it could be straight and hurricane like? you ask. Let me answer. It was just wrong that way.

So, we decided to straight it for good. It looked beautifully for a while, but then it didn’t. So we tried a lot of different ways of straightening the hair, but it wouldn’t just look right. Then, a very bad hair stylish of a very expensive hair dress, told me (the naiive 11 year old) she had a way of cutting my hair and straightening that would be just the way I wanted. 

When she was done, my hair looked like steel wool. It was short and really bad. It looked like that for almost three years. 

Then, I kept straightening in the usual way and it would look good. Now my beautiful, smart, not expensive hair dresser does a beautiful job, making it look like it’s naturally straight. 

So, to answer your question: my hair is fake straight. 

16. Space, Ocean, City, or Forest?

I think I’m going to Space or Ocean. Because I think it’d be interesting to be on space and see what’s the deal there. Or ocean because where I live is way too hot and ocean is a good call in those time in need.

adorable asks

[dylinski]

Watch Me Bleed (9/?)

Warnings: VIOLENCE, DEATH, BLOOD, ANGST

Relationships: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 4902

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: This whole chapter is entirely from Mitch’s POV. Sorry it’s so long, but I just had a lot to put in there and didn’t want to break it up into two parts. I promise, all the chapters won’t be this long...unless that’s what you guys prefer. Please leave feedback! Tell me what you think or if you have any ideas. When you don’t give feedback it’s discouraging and makes me think that people aren’t reading it. Thank you to everyone who does though. I really appreciate all of you.

Chapter 9

Seven, eight, nine. Mitch had his back to the wall as bullets flew towards him from around the corner. Ten, eleven, twelve. The man shooting at him was using a Glock 19, which he knew held 15 rounds. Thirteen, fourteen. He hunkered down to wait until the assailant ran out of ammo and needed to reload. Mitch was too smart to waste his ammo on the man when he knew he couldn’t get a good shot. Fifteen. Now was his chance. As soon as the shot was fired, he rounded the corner, his Glock 17 already aimed. He squeezed the trigger twice, hitting the man perfectly between the eyes and in his heart. Keeping the gun up, he swept the room for any other threats. He ran through the doors that the dead man was guarding and hugged the walls as he made his way down the corridor. A man walked through a door right before he passed it, but Mitch shot him in the temple before he could register his presence there.

He reached the end of the hallway and found the double doors that led to the office of the man he had been sent to kill. He leaned against the door and could hear an old gruff voice yelling at someone to protect him. The sound of multiple guns being cocked that sounded like automatic rifles were muffled through the wood. Those would pose a problem if he stormed in and he knew they most likely had their guns trained on the doors, waiting for him to breach them. He scrunched his nose, annoyed at this and the fact that he didn’t know how many men were on the other side. He let his clip slip out and he counted how many rounds he had left, eight. Hopefully that would be enough. He pushed the clip back into its place and cocked the gun, then shoved it into his waistband at the small of his back. He went back a couple feet to where he shot the man in the temple. He searched his body and found a knife that he shoved in his boot. He picked the man up and dragged him to the door where the office was. He lifted him up so that he was shielding his body and then shot off the handle of the door. seven. He heard a woman scream from the other side of the door from the gunshot as he kicked the door open and shrunk behind the lifeless body.

Bullets instantly flew across the room as the door flung open. The men weren’t specifically aiming at him, but in his general direction as they unloaded their clips, bullets flying past Mitch and some hitting the corpse he was holding. It was pointless to count their rounds since they were firing them without fault. When he heard the click of the empty barrels, he threw the body to the side and immediately saw the two men in front of him. He shot the one to his right through the eye, six, and then aimed for the head of the man to his left, five, but he jumped out of the way just before the bullet pierced his skull. He flew to his left on the floor and slid a couple inches as he pulled a pistol from his waistband. Mitch jumped to his right and pulled the body on top of himself before the man got off the first shot. He fired six times and then Mitch peeked around the dead man's shoulder and shot in the other man's general direction, four. He got him in the shoulder and heard his screams when the bullet tore through his muscle. He pushed the body off as the man was distracted by the pain and shot him in the head, three, his shouts instantly silenced. He stood to his feet and swept the room. A woman was crying in the corner and started screaming when he pointed his gun at her. She was no threat, just a prostitute, so he turned his gun to face the target. He was an old fat man that was made of money. He sat in a chair at his desk and Mitch walked around it and pushed him away from it with his foot, keeping the barrel of the gun trained at the man’s nose.

“Please! Please! Do you want money? I have money!” The man pleaded with him, his hands raised in surrender. He searched Mitch’s face for falter or some semblance of humanity, but he found none. He stared at the criminal with a blank face, void of any conscience or morality. He terrified the man and knew he was here to kill him. The man continued to plead, but he was cut off by the sound of a bullet leaving the chamber, two, one. Both shots between the eyes, leaving a hole about the size of a quarter in his skull. He turned and saw the woman cowering as he shoved the empty glock into his waistband behind him, but ignored her as he left before backup or the police could arrive.

Mitch moved through the shadows of the night as he made his way back to the safe-house, changing routes to make sure he wasn’t being followed. After about an hour of going in circles, he deemed it safe and headed back but when he reached the door his senses lit up and the hair raised on the back of his neck. He went to grab his gun, but remembered it was empty, so he kneeled down slowly and slid the knife out of his boot. If the person inside had a gun, they would aim for his chest, so he stayed low, squatting so that the shooter wouldn’t expect it. He reached up and slowly turned the knob, then flung the door open and rolled forward into the room. The man inside jumped to his feet and pulled a gun but was well trained and immediately aimed it down at Mitch. He was fast, but Mitch was faster as he threw the knife up to the mans chest. The man with the gun had good reflexes so he jumped to the side, barely escaping its impact. “What the fuck Mitch?”

Mitch looked up with wide eyes surprised to see his handler, Stan Hurley. He stood up and rolled his eyes as he threw the gun on the bed in front of him. “What do you want?” He spat out, paying no mind to the man as he took the gun apart to dispose of later and make it less traceable.

“I have a mission for you.” Mitch stopped what he was doing and looked at the older man without moving his head. He gave him questioning eyebrows. It was unusual for Stan to show up to a safe house and even more unusual for him to be given two missions at the same time.

“Another mission? I haven’t finished this one yet.” “Is he dead?” Stan was blunt and annoyed.

“Yes.”

“Then it’s finished.” Mitch opened his mouth to respond but was cut off before sound left his lips. “His name is Rinaldo Askin.” Mitch returned to gathering his stuff and cleaning the place down while Stan went on. “He’s a mobster in Philadelphia.” Mitch froze again, his back facing Stan which he was thankful for. That’s where Y/N had been living for the past year. He had been keeping tabs on her since the day he left her alone in that bed, something that had come to be one of his very few regrets. “He’s the worst of the worst. Real piece of shit if you know what I mean.” Mitch turned around and nodded in agreement as he walked over to Stan. He threw the manila folder on the bed that sat between the two of them and Mitch leaned over to pick it up. As he skimmed through it, he sat down on the bed. “And Mitch, this one’s off the books.”

Mitch looked up at Stan, slightly amused, “They’re all off the books.” He shot him a crooked smile that he knew would piss Stan off. He shot darts at Mitch for his snarky comment, but otherwise ignored it.

“It’s a twelve hour train ride to Philly and this needs to be done in the next 48. So get your shit together. Here, take this.” He handed him what looked like a locker key and then marched out of the safe-house and left Mitch to mull over the file that told him of the man’s crimes, known associates, enemies, places of operation, and any other intel that had been accumulated and deemed important. After he memorized and learned everything he could, he tossed it in a metal trash bin and threw in a match. He watched as the paper became engulfed in the flames and danced against the metal.

He took a quick shower and got dressed, then left after he finished wiping down the rest of the room. He disposed of each part of the Glock 17 in different places as he made his way to the train station. He found the locker number that matched the key and found a small black duffel bag. He unzipped it and found another glock, two clips, a drivers license, and some cash. He zipped it back up, and pulled it out, slinging it over his shoulder. He wasted no time getting a ticket and boarding the next available train. He didn’t like that he had such a small time frame to do the job, but he would get it done nonetheless.

He found his seat and sat down, figuring he would try to sleep for at least a couple hours before he arrived. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually slept well. Irene and Stan had him running around on jobs non-stop for the last year, not that he was complaining. He had nothing outside of this life and needed the distraction. This was what he was good at, killing the scum of the earth and if he was completely honest, he liked it too. The feeling of taking a life, having that power and playing God was like a drug. The rush of the hunt and then the release of the kill. He wasn’t a sociopath, but when it came to killing these men, he felt no remorse.

Mitch found his mind running a million miles a minute, unable to settle and find a moment of sleep. He gave up and let his thoughts consume him. He thought about Y/N and how it had been four months since he last saw her. She had gotten a job at a hospital in the city as an ER doctor, he watched her as she crossed the parking lot holding a coffee, keeping his eyes locked on her until she vanished into the building. He smiled as he took in her beauty, remembering her scent and the taste of her lips. He caught himself biting his bottom lip and a heat rising in him. He threw the thoughts from his mind, feeling guilty about it all.

Stan had told him he was being sent on his first mission, and he thought nothing of it. He called down to Y/N and had her come meet the two of them to tell her that he needed to be taken to a hospital for an x-ray. She seemed to be pissed and it amused him. She was different and filled him with curiosity. He had never spoken to her before the last 24 hours, but he learned to read her like a book that he had committed to memory. She bothered him, but in a good way, something about her that he couldn’t figure out and it nagged at him. During their trip, he purposefully bugged her, knowing he was getting under her skin. For some reason, when he was with her he felt whole and a burning fire in him. Before her and when she wasn’t around he held nothing but anger, contemptment, and a constant lingering of agony. She was like a beacon of light that washed out the darkness in his soul. He had his fun with her and they had good moments too, but when she woke up screaming and jumped out of the car, that’s when it changed. He had no plans of following through on his feelings that he chalked up to lust and hormones, but when he found her in the field, nothing but a mess all he could see was her beauty behind all her pain.

He could tell she was hurting, and that made him hurt too. He hated that her pain wasn’t someone he could kill to rid her of the torment. In that moment, all he could do was hold her and give her what he so desperately craved himself but never received. This woman put him on edge and saw parts of him that others couldn’t, but now he saw her and wanted nothing more than to fix it. While he had been attempting to get under her skin, she had wormed her way under his, and now he couldn’t deny it. She didn’t seem to want to talk about what was wrong and he could only respect that, having his own crosses to bear. He felt safe with her, so for the first time he opened to someone; he opened up to her. Others had known what happened to him from reports and his files, but he had never told a soul what happened from his own lips. What he went through, what he saw.

When he bared his heart, it cemented a connection to her that he knew he would always have. He no longer had a desire to annoy or pester her but a longing for her; to know and understand her. That’s when it sunk in, he was leaving in the morning. There was no point in beginning something that wouldn’t have a chance to start, but both of them were unaware it already had⎯the moment they met everything had been set into motion, everything that had been, that was, and had yet to be. He had no intention of pursuing it, but then she offered him to come inside. His head and instincts all screamed to turn around and keep walking, but his heart cried for him to go to her. He was tired of following his rules and living with the darkness, so he denied all his inclinations and went inside towards the light.

The air was thick around them, tensions high after everything that had occurred over the last 24 hours. He found himself centimeters away from her lips on the couch, his skin on fire and begging for her touch to release the anxiety in his muscles. He could feel her breath ghost across his lips, the scent of beer and peppermint. She shot up from the couch and ran to her room, leaving him yearning for her warmth but he knew it was for the best. That damn girl just had to come back in, wearing those short shorts and the tank top that clung to her breasts. He used all of his strength to stave off his primitive impulses, but he couldn't take it. There was a fire raging in him that couldn’t be contained. When they connected, it was lust and desire at first, but it turned into something else; something between lust and love, something both of them never saw coming, something he knew would either drive them or destroy them.

After she fell asleep, it took everything in him to force himself out of that bed and away from her warmth. He always knew this moment was coming, but he relished in the time he had in between. Hopefully she would understand, move on and not waste her time on a lost soul like his. It was for the best because he could never give her what she needed. This road he had set himself on wasn’t going to lead to a happy ending and that’s all this woman deserved. He was a broken man, parts of him missing and she didn’t need that chaos in her life. He would never admit it to anyone and didn’t know it himself, but leaving her hurt almost as much as watching Katrina die. He had no intention of ever seeing her again, never touching her, kissing her...loving her.

Mitch finally found sleep and got six hours, giving him two before he arrived in the city. He found another file in the duffel bag and went over everything in it, telling him the location of the safe house as well as Askin’s itinerary for the next two days. When the train arrived, he took multiple taxis and then walked the rest of the distance to the safe house. He prepared for the mission, wearing dark jeans and a black tshirt so that he could easily go unseen. Before he headed to where Askin would be, he stopped by the hospital to check in on Y/N. The sun was starting to set and he could see her working in the ER through a large window. She was helping a patient and doing what she did best. He loved to see her in her element, it reminded him of when she would examine him and help with any injuries he got from training. She looked so tired though, yes physically but when he saw her eyes she looked exhausted from life. His smile melted away and he felt guilt, hoping he wasn’t the cause of this. He disappeared into the shadows and left to kill Rinaldo Askin.

When he arrived at Askin’s house, he did a sweep of the perimeter and found everything in the report he had been given to be accurate. There were six guards patrolling the grounds with pistols. If he timed it right, he would easily be able to slip past them and enter the house without being seen. According to what he read, the house was unguarded and empty with the exception of Askin, his wife, and two children. As long as he used the silencer, he could be in and out before anyone noticed. He memorized the patterns of the guards and found his opening, making his way to the back of the house to an entrance that gave access to a basement. The door was locked, but Mitch had a lock pick and managed to get the door open quickly. He slipped in, hidden by the lack of light. He pulled the glock from his waistband and switched off the safety, then proceeded to sweep the room.

He moved through the house silently and proficiently, clearing the basement and then the first floor. He climbed the stairs two at a time, constantly on high alert. When he reached the landing, he glided across the floor in large strides. He past an ajar door and peeked in, revealing the bedroom of a young boy that he remembered to be six years old. He passed a closed door that was painted pink which he assumed to be the bedroom of Askin’s daughter who was eight years old. He reached the end of the hallway and found an open door. Rounding the corner, he leaned through the door frame, peering into the large room. Askin was lying in his large bed with his wife, roughly eight feet from where Mitch stood. He took three large strides towards the foot of the bed and held the silenced gun up to aim at the man. He squeezed the trigger three times, hitting his body twice and his head once. It was hard to aim accurately with him under the comforter, so Mitch took the extra two shots in case.

He needed conformation of the kill, so he moved towards the side of the bed where the man slept. The closer he got, the more something didn’t feel right and the hairs on his arms stuck up like something in the air had changed. That’s when he could smell it, the scent of iron...of blood and lots of it; more than what could come from the three bullets he put into the man. He rolled the covers up and saw the sheets soaked in red, so he threw the rest of them off the bodies. Askin and his wife laid in their bed, lifeless and drenched in enough blood for two people who had bled out. The man looked like he had been shot at least seven times minus the three Mitch had given him. His wife had been shot four times, both of them receiving them in the chest and one each in the head.

A feeling arose in Mitch’s stomach, nothing he couldn’t handle but a sense of uneasiness. He didn’t like surprises or when plans had to change. He went to the corner of the room and tried to think of an explanation. Askin had plenty of enemies, but this was professional and resembled the same work that Mitch would leave behind. Someone had put a hit out on him, they must have. Mitch tensed as he heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and he sprung into action. He hadn’t prepared for this, so he only had the one clip of seventeen rounds. He used three on Askin leaving him with fourteen. There was no need for the silencer at this point since they knew he was there, so he removed it since it would give him better accuracy. He ran over to the door and shutting and locking it, then ran over to the side of the bed facing away from the wall. Shit shit shit.

“They’re dead! Check on Askin and his wife!” He heard muffled shouts from the hall, but was confused by what they said. Who’s dead? Mitch hadn’t killed anyone else. The children. Horror grew on his face. They were the only other ones in the house. Mitch may have been a ruthless killer, but only of those who deserved it. What soulless bastard killed children?

“The door is locked!”

“Then break it down!” It sounded like there were at least five men outside the door by the number of footsteps. If they were the guards from outside they would only have their pistols which was a relief, but five was a lot even for Mitch. The sounds of someone ramming into the door echoed through the silent room. Mitch tightened the grip of his gun as he looked around for a better option. He faced a wall that was made entirely of glass that gave a perfect view of the grounds, but it was at least a twelve foot drop. He could make that, but not without serious injury and shattering the glass, alerting everyone of his location. It was looking like his best option was to face the men, but it was still a shitty option.

The man broke the door open and saw the bodies covered in blood, shouting back to the others that they were dead too. Mitch shot off a single bullet in his direction, thirteen, and they did exactly what he wanted them to do. They all retreated to the hallway except for the first one who entered. He had fallen to the ground, Mitch had shot him in the leg which the man shouted to the other men. Mitch shifted his body which ended up being a bad idea since the man on the floor saw his shadow and yelled to the others of his location. Two others walked in and started shooting from the other side of the bed along with the man on the floor. Most of the bullets hit the mattress, but Mitch still laid down on his stomach cowering under it. The three of them ran out of bullets and started reloading when the other two men entered and started emptying their clips as well. When they stopped, Mitch could see the man on the floor from under the bed, he aimed and shot him in the head, twelve. The other four men started shouting, saying they were going to rush him, assuming there was just one guy. This was it, his only other option is out the window. Mitch shot two of the men in their legs, eleven, ten, and then in the commotion shot the glass, nine. The window didn’t shatter, but it was cracked. The men were confused and took a minute to get it together. He jumped up and took the opportunity to shoot one of them in the head, eight. He ran towards the window and turned to shoot a couple more shots off as he jumped through, staggering the glass, seven, six. As he crashed through, he heard a shot go off from one of the men and then a piercing pain in his side. Mitch landed flat on his back, letting out a loud grunt as the wind was knocked from his lungs. He was covered in cuts and gashes from the glass when he went through and bruises from the landing. Hopefully he didn’t have any internal bleeding. He grabbed his side as he coughed and tasted blood in his mouth, that’s not good. He looked at his hand and saw it covered in blood, that’s definitely not good.

He heard the sound of more men running to his location and forced himself up. He moaned from the pain that seared through every muscle in his body. He limped as fast as he could, holding his right side with his left hand and his glock in the other. Men started shooting, so he threw his arm back as he tried running, shooting off aimless shots, five, four, three, two, one, click, click. He tossed the empty pistol on the ground and pushed himself to hightail it out of there. He kept running for at least five miles, something he could have easily done if he wasn’t in this condition but his lungs were on fire and his legs felt like they were going to give out any moment. He made it closer to the city and found an alleyway. He ran over to the side of a dumpster facing away from the road and leaned against the wall. It was hard for him to see from the blood running into his eyes from the cut above it. He wiped his face and winced as he brushed against the bruises and cuts. He looked down at his side and reached around to his back to feel for an exit wound. Nothing. He was in no shape or position to pull that thing out himself.

His legs started to become weak, so he slid down the wall keeping pressure on his wound. His thoughts were running wild. Who would have Askin and his whole family killed? His file said he had enemies, but none that were capable of that type of handywork. That was professional, surgical, and sadistic. Then is dawned on him. They weren’t the target...he was. Stan only had three rules: don’t get caught, don’t kill cops, and never kill innocents. If Mitch didn’t know about the other assassin, neither did Stan or Irene which would leave them to assume he was the one who killed all four of them and Askin’s men were witnesses to prove it. “FUCK.” Mitch shouted as another coughing fit followed. “Goddamn it.”

Mitch needed help, but going to a hospital was already dicey and now it was impossible. Orion would be on him in minutes and he needed to clear his name before they took him. He was a ghost, so they could do whatever they wanted to him, no judge or jury, no trial. Just Stan and Irene deciding his fate. They were both believers of evidence and what was in front of them, and right now everything damned him. He was still new to the game and had few contacts that would be willing to help and most of them were too far away to make it to him before he bled out. Without intending to do it, his mind drifted to Y/N. No, he can’t go to her for help. He would be dragging her into the middle of this, putting her life in danger and asking too much of her. He swore he would never see her again. This was the whole reason he had left her that morning in the first place, to keep her out of situations like this. Mitch threw his head back in pain as his adrenaline high came down and he could feel every part of his broken body. He started getting dizzy and noticed the pool of blood accumulating on the ground. He needed help now, or he was going to bleed out. Fuck, if he wants to live he has no choice. He used every last ounce of strength and will he had left and pulled himself up by clinging to the dumpster. He leaned against it, finding his balance and gasping for breath. He was only a couple blocks from where her apartment was. Hopefully she would be willing to help him, if he made it there first.

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TBWTBE (2/?)

Warnings: Angst, anxiety, panic attack

Word Count: 2128

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N:  Hopefully this is a good read, but it’s pretty dull due to development. I’m trying to set the tone and lead up to the ‘interesting’ stuff. Please feel free to leave feedback, like and reblog. If you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know.

Chapter 2

Derek walked the halls of Beacon Hills high school unnoticed, like a shadow. Where he once used to be popular and full of life, he was now isolated and inert. After Paige, he quit the basketball team, shut out all his friends and family, and faded into the background, hiding from the world. 

When her body was found in the woods, it was all anyone could talk about for weeks. They covered her locker in pictures and notes, planned a memorial, and even hung a plaque in the awards case for her cello playing. It infuriated Derek that so many people cried over her death and decorated her locker or talked like they were her friends in the hallways. He knew she wasn’t very popular and had few friends. Most of the people who talked like they knew her were the ones who made fun of her for being in orchestra.

What pushed him over the edge was when he was walking down the hall and heard Kelly say how much she was going to miss hearing Paige play cello. If Peter hadn’t been there, he would have gone full wolf and torn her to shreds. Since then, Derek has gone unnoticed avoiding all confrontations and interactions.

One Year Later...

Beep Beep Beep…

The alarm blared, alerting Derek that it was 6:00 am and he needed to start getting ready for school. He groaned as he turned off the alarm and rolled out of bed. He pulled on some jeans from the floor and grabbed a t-shirt off the chair. He picked up a pair of socks from the hamper and sniffed them, flinching and grimacing at the stench. He threw them back into the pile and rummaged in his dresser drawer for a clean pair. After he put on his socks and shoes he fumbled his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Derek looked at his reflection in the mirror and attempted to smooth down his hair but gave up when he failed to flatten the mop. Waddling down the steps he went into the kitchen and waved to his mother with a smile as she sat at the table eating some toast.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

“Morning mom.”

“Any plans for today?”

“Not really. Was just gonna come back here after school.”

“Why? You should go out with your friends. It is your birthday after all. Sixteen is a pretty big deal, I’m told.” Derek slammed the fridge and groaned at the thought of going out, especially with people who were certainly not his friends. “I’m just saying you should get out of the house, honey. You’ve been held up in your room for too long.” Derek rolled his eyes as he stuffed a muffin in his mouth and headed out to school.

While waiting for the bus, he finished his muffin and wiped the crumbs from his shirt. Shoving his hands into his pockets, his right fingers found a crumpled paper. He pulled out the note and read it realizing it was an assignment he had jotted down yesterday. Groaning, he let his arms go slack and rolled his head at the fact he had forgotten to complete the homework. Great, he thought, this is gonna be a ‘great’ day. 

The bus arrived and he jumped on, shifting through the tight isle through the sea of kids and backpacks and found an empty seat all the way in the back. Everyone seemed to ignore him and carry on their conversations and shenanigans which is exactly the way Derek liked it. He slumped into the seat and looked out the window as the large vehicle gathered momentum and watched the trees turn into houses as they neared the high school.

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“Derek!” Peter yelled from across the open courtyard. He started making his way over as Derek turned and tried to escape before he could reach him. “Hey, why are you acting like you didn’t hear me?” Derek winced at the voice behind him and turned to face his uncle. 

“Sorry, I was in a hurry to get to class.”

“The first bell hasn't even rang yet.” Peter raised his brows as Derek made a face of annoyance. “So I was thinking we could go out for your birthday tonight. Wha’d ya say?”

“I say that it’s still weird and creepy that you hang around a high school after you graduated.” Derek turned as he spoke and headed for his locker. Peter followed in stride as the boy left.

“Come on. Let’s go out. I even know this place that doesn’t card so you can get in.”

“We can’t get drunk, so what’s the point?”

“Girls, duh.”

Derek rolled his eyes, which seemed to be a natural occurrence today. He slammed his locker and started for class but his uncle stayed at his heels. Grunting as he swung around, causing Peter to almost crash into him he glared at his relative. “Fine. Now will you just go away?” He stomped off, this time alone. Peter smiled in victory and scurried off to do whatever it is that he does.

Derek huffed as he sat down in his seat, alerting his neighbor. “Hey, you good man?” He leaned up from behind, frightening an already agitated Derek.

Derek, whirled around to meet him, “Wha..what? Yeah. I’m fine.” He faced forward hoping that would be the end of the engagement.

“So today’s your birthday?” Derek slowly turned to face the boy, holding a deathly glare that should have intimidated the kid but he still leaned forward with a quirky smile that ground Derek’s gears. “I overheard you talking to that guy, that's why I was asking.” He responded after a lack of an answer to his previous question.

Derek squinted his eyes conveying annoyance and the kid still didn’t get the memo. Fully steaming now, Derek growled under his breath and spoke through gritted teeth. “Sure.” 

“Well happy birthday, man.” The boy gave Derek’s shoulder a pat, taking his rage further. “Names Julian by the way.” He finally leaned back into his seat distancing himself from Derek who could now feel the wolf boiling to the surface.

He gripped the edges of the desk as his nails started to push out of his fingertips and fangs began to sprout in his closed mouth. The taste of blood brought him down just as the bell rang and class started. Hopefully no one noticed the new claw marks on the bottom of the desk.

Derek left his locker and headed out to the courtyard to leave at the end of the school day and was all but surprised to see his uncle waiting for him outside. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he approached him, coming to the conclusion that his relative would wear him down until he lashed out or gave in.

“You ready kiddo?” Derek just glared at Peter’s words and grunted. Peter took that as yes nonetheless and swirled around leading the younger boy towards his BMW.

“So where exactly are we going?” Derek questioned as he threw his backpack into the seat behind him.

Peter raised an eyebrow noticing the unnecessary force Derek used to toss his school bag. “Please don’t break my car. That’s German leather.”

“It’s German leather,” the youngest of the two mocked in an unflattering voice under a hushed breath, instigating a cocky smile on his counterpart as he drove off from the parking lot.

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It took almost two hours to arrive to their apparent destination. Derek gawked out the window since he had entered the city only twice before, years ago. He strained his neck to see the tops of the skyscrapers, leaving his mouth agape in amazement. The boy who was accustomed to the woods and nature felt out of place in the hustle and bustle of the megalopolis.

He clumsily followed his uncle for a couple blocks until they turned a corner to a building that appeared abandoned and lifeless aside from the blasting music that seeped through its outer brick walls. As they approached, there was a large metal door that Peter leaned against as he tapped it with his knuckle. A little window slid open revealing large black eyes the nodded when the young man raised a $100 bill. The window shut and then the door slid open. Peter handed the burly man the bill and received a raised eyebrow as the underage boy followed behind with his head down and hands in his pockets.

They approached the bar and Peter ordered them both a fancy beer he had never heard of and gave his uncle a confused look. “It’s for aesthetic. And it tastes good.”

Derek accepted the beverage and sipped the bottle only to recoil and spit. “That’s disgusting! How do you drink that?” He wiped his tongue on the sleeve of his jacket.

Peter rolled his eyes at his uncultured nephew. “You have to acquire a taste.” 

Only having been there a couple minutes, Peter already caught the eye of a woman across the bar. His cocky smile and vibrant blue eyes seemed to be working since she blushed, prompting Peter to push his back off the bar as he started towards her.

“Peter wait. Don’t leave me alone.” Derek shouted over the music as the man ignored his pleas. Derek turned around to face the bar and closed his eyes in an attempt to shut out the liveliness of the club. “Alpha. Beta. Omega.” He chanted repeatedly, trying to calm his brewing anxiety and feeling of abandonment. The mantra seemed to have no benefit as the room started spinning and his breathing became nonrhythmic. He felt like he was falling over when soft warm hands caught him. They held him up and lead him to a different and quieter part of the building which gave him the ability to hear his own breathing. He used this to help calm his nerves. He sat down against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest.

Suddenly he started crying as he remembered Paige. He had tried so hard to shut her out of his mind but she always knew how to comfort him. If she were here, she would hold his hand and smile, immediately filling him with warmth and easiness, probably saying something witty like, ‘don’t be such a werewuss.’ The thought of her comment made him chuckle to himself.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Derek swung his eyes open, forgetting he wasn’t alone. A women squatted down to meet him, her hands resting on his knees. She smiled a toothy grin at him that caused him to shudder. Her long blonde locks were pulled back into a ponytail. He cocked his head as he analyzed her and accepted her presence. She was warm and seemed genuinely concerned about him so he relaxed.

She sat down against the wall next to him. “You wanna talk about?” Derek nodded in response. He hadn’t talked to anyone about anything in over a year, but something about the nameless woman made him feel vulnerable and open. “Let’s start with why you’re here.”

“My uncle. He made me come here for some reason.”

“He made you?” Derek nodded again, proving what he said to be true. “No one can make you do anything. If you truly didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t be.” Derek knew he should have felt insulted by her words, but found truth in them. He took it as him being weak. If he were stronger he would have stood his ground and not given in to Peter.

“Here,” the woman stood up, offering a hand to the sitting boy. He reached up and she pulled him up with unusual strength that implied she was very active. Derek lifted to meet her, accidentally slamming into her form. He blushed and stepped back as she smiled her now familiar smirk. “You wanna get out of here?” She asked as she cocked her head towards the door. Derek shook his head with wide eyes, practically begging to leave.

He shuffled out behind the mysterious woman as she tugged him along by the wrist. When they exited the crowded building, Derek welcomed the brisk air of the city. He took a deep breath and relaxed every muscle in his body. He looked over to the woman who was swinging her leg over the side of a motorcycle. She gestured for Derek to get on and handed him a helmet.

After she started the bike, Derek shouted over the engine, “I’m Derek by the way! What’s your name?”

The woman smiled wider than she had before with villainy, the boy unable to see. “Kate.” She knocked her helmet shut and drove off with the boy clinging to her waist.

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