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Bruh… these ai’s be wildin

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Hi tumblr!

I haven't made one of these yet but get to know me!

I'm 19!, she/her, and I love the marauders

Content I reblog:

This page mainly consists of 18+ content being reblogged.

Fem!reader

Little/age regression Reader (only fluff)

None of the writing and work on my page is mine, I only reblog fics i enjoy

I DO reblog dark content such as:

Stalker

Stepcest

Professor x student

Mafia

Violence/murder

Pee kink (rarely)

cannibalism (Lee, bones and all)

+ more

Characters I reblog:

MARAUDERS

Sirius black ★ Remus lupin ★ James potter ★ Regulus black ★ Barty Crouch jr ★ Even Rosier ★ Lucius malfoy (rarely) ★ Poly!marauders ★Poly!wolfstar ★ Poly!jegulus

LIGHTING ERA

Harry Potter ★ Fred Weasley ★ George Weasley ★ Bill Weasley ★ Theodore Nott ★ Mattheo Riddle ★ Tom Riddle ★ Draco Malfoy ★ Lorenzo Berkshire ★ Blaise Zabini ★ Pansy Parkinson ★ Poly!dragnott (draco and theo) ★ Poly!Slytherins (mattheo, Tom, Theo, Enzo, Draco, Blaise, Pansy)

HOGWARTS LEGACIES:

Sebastian Sallow

CELEBRITIES:

Andrew Garfield

Timothee Chalamet

Ben Barnes

Aaron Taylor Johnson

BONES AND ALL:

Lee

OTHER:

Timothée chalamet and characters he's played.

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Young!Remus Lupin x Reader-The Valentines Day Dance

My second drabble for my Valentines Daty writing challenge!

This one was requested by my dear friend @xacatalepsyx with the prompt "Will you be my valentine?"

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Remus was pacing the common room, his anxiety building with every minute  that passed him by. 

This was a horrible idea.

The worst. 

If he left now, he’d be out of the common room before Y/n arrived; he could save both of them the embarrassment. 

But then he’d have to deal with his friends; James, Sirius and Peter.

However dealing with those three seemed more appealing than staying here, waiting nervously for Y/n's arrival. 

He liked Y/n. As a lot more than just a friend. 

That’s why his friends persuaded him to ask her to the Valentines Day Dance. 

A dance  that was based on the Muggle tradition, Valentines Day. 

But the dance was tomorrow and all Remus could think about was that he was too late. 

Y/n was beautiful, inside and out, so it certainly wouldn’t surprise him if someone else had already asked her.

That’s why he didn’t want to ask her; the fear of admitting his feelings to her only to have them rejected turned his insides upside down. 

He didn’t want to ruin their friendship. 

Eventhough James, Sirius and Peter had assured him that wouldn’t happen, the thought still lingered in his mind. 

“Rem?” Y/n asked, knocking Remus out of his thoughts and making his movements come to a sudden halt. 

It was too late to run away now. 

“Are you okay?” 

Remus simply nodded, ignoring the questionable look that was filling Y/n's eyes, casting his gaze down at his feet. 

“Remus? If somethings wrong you can tell me,” she said, her voice soft but full of concern. 

“I-I…” Remus stuttered out, as his eyes met Y/ns. 

He took a deep breath in, trying desperately to get a hold of his nerves.

He could lie, or just make a run for it. But the longer he looked at Y/n, the more he just wanted to admit to her how he truly felt. 

“Will you be my valentine?” The question slipped so quickly from his mouth; at first he wasn’t even sure he’d said them, until he saw a look in Y/n's eyes.

Shit.

He’d messed up. 

This was going to be the end of their friendship. 

He mentally prepared himself for the words of rejection that were about to come, but those words never came. 

“I was wondering when you’d ask,” she softly chuckled, a gorgeous smile growing on her face.

“What?” 

The shock was evident in Remus’ voice. 

“Of course I’ll be your valentine, Rem,” she beamed; wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. Instinctively, Remus wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist, pulling her closer to him. 

He thought this was a dream.

That was until Y/n's lips were on his; she was kissing him and after a few seconds he was kissing her back. 

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” she whispered against his lips.

“So have I,” he breathed, before closing the distance between them once again.

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Maybe there will be a part 2 I'm not sure but please be kind for I'm dyslexic and I really do have bad grammar and this is my first time writing a Stuart twombly  x Reader

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"What you want me to say was the best night of my life.. ok it's was the best Night of my life.."

Your outfit.. you love Harry Potter your house is Hufflepuff so you wear your colors

You had crush on Stuart  Twombly since you frist saw him. 

You and him where not closer but talk alittle and he always being sarcastic asshole  times but you loved it...

You all chill and trying to get ideas of app need to create.  You were spinning around in your chair bored as hell when you spun around and faced Stewart and then stared at him for a while Neha poke at  you .  " hey your drooling. "  You looked at her ..  I am not . "    you say to her and smirks.    Everyone's just kept talking about what they can come up with and Billy and Nick talking about how young and life was good for them... Stuart looked and shook his head  " do you even know what it's like to be 21 now.   " they weren't really getting it but later after all that Billy had mentioned about going out and getting some fun but they really needed to do this app thing they all decided to go out and take the bus hanging out at the Chinese restaurant Billy and Nick we're having a good time with some Chinese dudes Billy and tell him I'm some stupid joke you were just picking at your sweet and sour chicken food Stuart had looked took a piece of your chicken and threw it at you you look up and gave him a look he just took a drink of his beer like nothing happened.    You shook your head and ate some of your food after a while they all talked about a bar Billy had mentioned to the group they wanted up going to the strip club I thought you said this was a normal bar Billy you had said scared as s*** to be in there with a bunch of people you kind of had social anxiety and you didn't have your stuffed weight plushie with you you got a little afraid but your best friend Neha grabs you and keeps you calm Stewart was just sitting there with his phone right in his face not even looking up a dancer dancer walked in front of them can I escort you to your table she asked but Stuart just kept on looking at his phone Nick touched his chin  " T here's a great big world out there my friend only 3 inches up. I beg you."

And the looks Stuart had gave him that girl crushed you someone took a sledgehammer and just broke your heart..  Stuart would never look at you that way especially especially you being a nerd and wearing a yellow sweater a school girl checkered yellow and black skirt and your hair down to your side and a little messy.  

With some knee high socks a black boots.. so you won't would never actually look anything like a woman who had the perfect tits perfect body cuz you are a little curvy and chunky and you didn't feel beautiful at all. She didn't put her finger in his mouth and sucked on it oh that was disgusting and he groaned oh you love to hear that sound but only if you made him do that you imagined him groaning for you instead in your own little world at the moment you daydreamed as soon as Stuart got taken away from the dancer.  Neha started talking about fanfiction Twilight girls with tentacles in Alien the kind of fiction she's reeds Billy and Nick just look at her but and Dancer grabbed her and you come on my gorgeous ladies she had said escorting them to the table with the group..  

Soon after that y'all started drinking well everyone else you weren't really drinking much because you weren't exactly 21 you could be in there but you couldn't drink only if you drink soda or something so you had a water but since it was Nick and Billy they kind of slipped you a little tequila here on there so you were pretty buzzed after a while as soon as the yo-yo was getting lap dance after lap dance and running to the bathroom you and Neha dancing in the rain booth enjoying and having fun and the song Rain On Me by Lady Gaga featuring Ariana Grande was playing while you were both in the booth dancing your sweater got soaked so you took you slipped it off you are wearing a lace bra top thingy like a sports bra but it was really fancy and pretty you just kept on Dancing Stewart was in there as well dancing being funny with his tongue hanging out just dancing you started to laugh and giggle but soon after that he got out and got a lap dance by it the same dancer that sucked on his finger you felt your heart dropped into your stomach you couldn't believe it it couldn't have happened you just sat there and watched Billy came next to you and looked at you I see you staring and frowning you like him don't you he said you look at him and not...   " yes I do I crushed on him since the moment I saw him.." Billy just looked at you or maybe you should tell him maybe you should go over there and take it over..    " no no I'm too scared. "  you said.. Nick her overheard you and Billy talking..  " just go for it Milady what do you got to lose.. "  Nick had  said pushing you a little bit..    trying to get you to move you then bite on your lip hard and you couldn't believe what they were trying to do you were shy and scared but this boy every time he smirked every time he winked and just the way he looked made you melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July.. they keep giving you a nuts but you set your sweater down on the Boost of the chair you didn't crawl over to Stewart as the dancer was giving him a lap dance you sort of bumped her and for her to move she just looked at you and bumped her again moving her away he then turned to her I got this you tell her she moves you crawl up on him she sits there for a moment watching you as she shows you how to grind up on him and give him a lap dance you started to get the hang of it and she smirked.  She whispered in your ear "get it girl if you want him get it  ." and she walked away.. Stewart have looked at you and smirked oh God that smirk made you melt he put his hands on your hips and he moves along your body and then his hands when close to your thighs hands go under your skirt you're grinding harder on him he groans as he enjoys it you  leaned into him even more...    Stewart's glasses were crooked and he was just enjoying so much of you a Nick and Billy gave you a thumbs up when you look back they were all excited Lyle was over there talking to some girl that he had a crush on since he met her at a dance thing in Google..   you've just kept on grinding and lap dancing on Stuart's lap he then brought you to him closer he whispered in your ear.   " oh God baby u keeps this up  your gonna home with and gonna fuck the shit out of u.  "    

Song of the background was  F eel it jacquees

You bite your lip at that response and got chills from him whispering in your ear and you so wet for him. " Oh please take me home.." you begged

" I've had a big crush on you forever Stuart there would be nothing more than to enjoy having you inside me and fucking u and wanna u so bad..   "

You tell him..   he smirked kissed your cheek and then down to your neck started making you all hot kissing that sweet spot sucking on your neck

giving you a big mark on your neck claiming his territory your moans softly into his ear as you keep grinding soon after that he had stopped you. As you all then had to cool off and dancing to the booth again cuz he would have f***** you right then and there but y'all dance some more and then soon after that Lyle had got into a fight with some guy trying to steal his woman he was talking to talk about him looking like Biff from Back to the Future you laughed y'all were beating the crap out of them y'all got kicked out Stuart had yelled that's how you party you screamed woohoo yeah!! 

Neha over the security guard shoulder screaming I know where you live at I'll kill you and your children and you were shocked from from a itty bitty girl  that coming out of her mouth.. after that y'all got back on the bus who sat next to Stewart his hand going up your skirt we're driving back they all stopped at the Golden Gate Bridge and you started hanging out sitting on the picnic table. Billy was talking to Neha why I was over there peeing taking pictures and saying sending them to the girl he was talking to yo-yo was laying on a bench table Nick talking to Stewart trying to get him to realize that he had fun he then looked at Nick and smiled and then over at you.. what do you want me to say that was the best night of my life..  Nick had nodded.. " what's the best night of my life.. " Nick had smiled see there you go and gave him a fist pump..    after that Lyle had came over and told them what he had done we all disgusted and tell him that was gross..  " you're just too drunk you stop drunk texting.." Lyle just looks at you I'm not drunk they gave them a math problem and he give a the answer Stuart said the answer Nick replied "  now that's the app a drinking app with math problems and things see how drunk you are.. " y'all agree..    then you all agree to get back to Google to get the app done but yoyo had said he could do that on the bus Stuart wanted to stay a little longer after stay in a little while you guys get the app done..  get back on the bus to where it has a little fun with you while on the bus you wind up going home with him and him Fuck the shit out of u..    next morning you all were hungover Staurt was laying on a bean bag you laying next to him with your head on his chest messy hair still cute little outfit...

[hoes4dylanobrien]

It’s Just A Cigarette | 3

WARNINGS: swearing, underage drinking, social pressure

wc. 1,982

tag list: @roxic93​

"Low-key hang out, huh?” You mused, eying the packed apartment booming with music audible from the first floor when you and Colin made your way up to the third floor of the five story walk up of the old tenement building. Booze was visible far as the eye could see, with folks chatting, making out, and dancing uninhibited, among other things. 

Colin shot you a cheeky grin, winking as he herded you through the door, his arms braced on your shoulders and hot breath at your ear:

“So I lied a lil’. I know you would’a argued with me otherwise.”

“So you do it anyway without giving me a heads up?” 

“What’s the expression? Better to beg for forgiveness...?”  His gaze lowered to your mouth, which felt hot all of a sudden, and suddenly you forgot what you were annoyed about. Instinctually you licked your bottom lip, which he fixated on, brown eyes turning to darkened amber. 

“Ay, man, ‘bout time you showed up. Beginnin’ to think you got mugged or somethin’-” a darker skinned man yelled out, red cup in hand as he took sight of you. “And this must be... Melodie?” 

“Marnie,” you corrected, reaching out to shake his hand hesitantly with a cautious smile. He surprised you by taking you into his arms in a hug. “Oh,” you mumbled. “My bad, I’m a hugger. And you bein’ tight with my boy here, well, just felt right. I’m Andjy, by the way.” 

“Nice to meet you,” you replied. He leaned back, you doing the same as you rubbed your elbows somewhat awkwardly. 

Colin stepped forward, hand light on your waist as he pointed to the others. “And that’s Petra, Aria, and DeShaun.”

“Hi,” you greeted.

Petra, a small artsy chick with an intimidating stare, looked you up and down, frowning. She was the only one who seemed unhappy to meet you. “I didn’t catch where you know Colin from?” She asked snottily.

You glanced up at Colin, who now was preoccupied with his phone. 

“Oh, Colin didn’t tell you?” 

"Nope.” She said, seeming somewhat amused by it. As if you weren’t significant enough to know, or to remember. You swallowed hard. “We lived together for a short while a bit ago.” 

“Why?” 

Nosy much, you thought.

“My parents took him in when he was about to age out of the foster system.” 

“Oh,” realization dawned on her face, now looking pleased. “He’s your brother?” 

“Well, not really-”

"Yo Colin,” a guy yelled, cutting short your explanation. “Got a bet goin’ here, need you to settle it.” 

Colin grinned, yelling over the cocaghany of noise. “Aight ima be right over.” He leaned in, mint breath and aftershave washing over me again: “You gonna be all right here?” 

You nodded enthusiastically, forcing a smile. “Sure. Take your time.” You didn’t want to make him feel obligated to stick by your side even if all you wanted to do was just that. Cooler, more mature and independent Marnie could handle herself.

“You sure sure?” He raised a thick brow, gaze searching yours for the truth. 

“I’ll be fine. Go on and have fun.” You smiled encouragingly. 

He brushed his knuckles against your upper arm, the one littered with all the rings. The cool press of the metal coupled with his presence had the hair on the back of your neck raising. “Back before you know it,” he promised, voice gravelly. 

 You kept rehearsing your new mantra about independence as you felt the immediate sense of loss (and slight panic) at seeing Colin walk away, also reminding yourself he would be back soon, and if not, you knew where to find him; it wasn’t as if the apartment was that large, although it was decently sized. 

You briefly wondered how he paid for it all. He had a large flat screen TV and accompanying video game sets, several pieces of nice-looking even if second-hand furniture, a tiki inspired half bar, a pool table with darts, and a slew of pieces of out-there, neon colored art and film mementos that was so quintessentially Colin littering the painted walls and exposed brick, Coupled with the awesome neighborhood, he was living a bachelor and indie college kid’s dream.  It had to cost a fortune, yet as far as you knew, Colin wasn’t working, and NYU was hardly cheap. 

I”ve never seen Colin like that,” one of the girl friends that Colin pointed out, said. You think you remember her name being Aria. She was much kinder, with a sweetheart face, and a really killer fashion sense. She looked like she knew a lot, but not the type to lord it over others. It endeared you to her. 

“I’m sorry?” You shook your head, trying to catch up. 

“Colin,” she said, glancing over where the blond was talking animatedly in a huddle of girls and guys, beer in one hand as he seemed to be regaling them with some story or other. 

“He’s kind of overbearing with you, isn’t he? Like an older brother, but not quite...” Her gaze fixed back on you, searchingly. Looking for something. You felt like a bug under a microscope. Being popular, intelligent, and intuitive on top of pretty just seemed unfair. 

“No, I don’t think so. He’s just looking out for me. This is my first party, and I’m sorta his responsibility for the weekend. He’d probably be less hands-on if we were back in Jersey.” 

Your mind flashed to distinct memories of him not acting dissimilar, however. Times where he’d hover when he invited his guy friends over to the house, or act just a little too interested in what you and Wyatt, your then boyfriend, were up to. 

“Right,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. 

“We’re not related, you know.” You blurted out, blushing at the sudden rise of her eyebrows. “Sorry, that was random. I was just wanting to clarify the conversation from earlier with Petra. Yeah, we lived together for a bit but we aren’t siblings and we aren’t related by blood. Just want to make that clear...” 

“Got it. To be honest, I wasn’t really listening, but since you brought it up,” she tilted her head to the side, “you don’t really look alike at all. I know Colin’s not a natural blond much as he tries to protest otherwise, but I’m fairly sure he doesn’t have curly hair hidden under that bleach blond Eminem look,” she giggled. 

You laughed with her, feeling more at ease in her presence. “Yeah, can verify that’s not the case.” 

As the night went on, you stuck close with Aria, who fortunately seemed content in your company, and even had a chance to get to know Luca and DeShaun more. Andjy, who had left to start the pool game, seemed to be killing it, taking people’s cash left and right, while Colin had yet to come back, now drinking and dancing with his shirt off which showed off all his tattoos, and a little dark happy trail that led into his sweats that you were definitely not looking at. 

“So ‘first party’ girl, you wanna drink?” Asked Aria. “I’m assuming this is also your first taste of alcohol, although the two aren’t mutually exclusive.”

You bit your lip. “Actually, I’ve had some wine at home with dinner.” 

“That doesn’t count,” she smirked. 

“I don’t know...” 

“Come on, try some. I promise to hold your hair back if you puke.” She laughed. 

“Okay,” you caved. “Not a lot, though. What’s that?” You pointed to hers. “Tequila. You’re not ready for that, though. Here, lemme get you some vodka and a chaser. That’s what my mom started me on, haven’t looked back since,” she winked, pouring and mixing the drinks. 

You watched her, wondering whether you were making a mistake. Then you remembered you were alone, probably for the first time in your 17 years, not including a short stint at camp several summers in a row in your tween years. You were supervised then. This time was completely different, and you were older. 

“Bottoms up,” she says, holding out the red cup to you. You take it, reluctantly, seeing her watchful gaze on you. You smile, tossing it back slowly at first, then quickly, as the awful acidic taste overwhelmed your taste buds. You coughed a little as you swallowed, earning some laughs around you. 

“Damn, Ari, you are a bad influence,” DeShaun teased, not disapprovingly. 

“What is this again?” You asked when you were more coherent. “It tastes like nail polish remover.” 

“Well la de da,” piped up Petra. 

Aria laughed. “Shut your mouth, it’s vodka and cranberry, top notch vodka at that.” 

“Girl’s got taste, don’t hate,” DeShaun retorted. 

They kept on talking, but as you listened it became less and less clear to you what they were saying. 

“Girl, you okay?” Aria rested her hand on your knee, trying to grab your attention.  “I'm good,” you mumbled, rising. You suddenly had to go to the bathroom. “Where’s the bathroom?” 

“Down the hall to the left,” she said, eying you. “You sure you’re good? Want me to come?” 

“She doesn’t need a damn babysitter,” snapped Petra. “Let her be. She’ll find her way.” 

You drifted off in the direction mentioned, which was easier said than done between navigating through the crowd, and your increasingly dizzy, forgetful state of mind. It had only been one drink, and yet you knew without a question you were definitely drunk. 

“Hey, you mind?” Said the guy inside the bathroom, whom you’d accidentally walked in on without knocking. “Sorry,” you said, quickly shutting the door. There was a woman inside with him on her knees; you may have been inexperienced, but even you understood what was clearly happening between the two. 

“Bathroom taken?” Said someone beside you. You hadn’t noticed him walk up behind you and you took a step back. “Yeah. Don’t think they’re coming out anytime soon, though...” 

He laughed, a sort of hoarse sound. “Shit, that’s rude as fuck.” 

“Mhm.” 

“I wouldn’t normally do this, but I live next door and you’re welcome to use mine.” 

You looked at him skeptically. In your inebriated state, you were feeling abnormally distrustful. 

“Yeah, I get it. Strange guy inviting you into his apartment, I know how it looks but I promise I don’t mean anything by it, apart from wanting to help.”

“It’s just... I don’t even know who you are.” 

“Dominic,” he says, offering an outstretched hand. It felt calloused in yours. “And you are?” 

“Marnie,” you reply. 

“Well, Marnie, now we know each other,” he grinned ear to ear; it was dark, but you could just make it out. “Okay,” you said.

“Okay.” 

You flushed the toilet, washing your hands in the sink. For some stranger’s bathroom, it was pleasantly clean, which you appreciated. 

“Thanks for letting me use your bathroom,” you said shyly. 

“’Course. Couldn’t let a pretty girl suffer like that,” he winked. You blushed. He was fairly attractive, now that you could see him in decent lighting. He was clearly older, however, maybe even older than Colin by a few years. 

“So I haven’t seen you around before. How do you know Colin?” 

“I’m his...” You tried to think of a good descriptor. “Friend,” you settled on. You were, you supposed, weren’t you? It was less messy than the reality. 

“Interesting,” he responded, watching you curiously. 

“What?” 

He shook his head. “Just, from what I’ve seen of the guy, he doesn’t exactly do female friends, if you catch my drift.” 

“He’s got a few. I met them today,” you defended. 

“Just an observation.” 

A knock sounded at the door. It was pretty loud. With raised eyebrows, Dominic approached the door. “Coming.” He said.

The door opened to reveal Colin, looking pissed. “Oh, Colin! Hi, how are you-”

“You son of a bitch,” he growled, lunging at Dominic. 

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Coach (2)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU Dylan x Fem!Reader

Summary: you and Dylan have a talk about Roman

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

WC: 2.4k

《Part 1, you are here, part 3》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He never did that with Ryan —you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, was he holding your hand?

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

Oh shit.

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

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

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

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

He had you crushing on him hard. 

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

"Please, just call me Y/N."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So what the hell.

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

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

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind that."

Yeah, you wouldn't mind that at all.

[marvelgirl2118]

Happy birthday to the most beautiful, talented and most gorgeous person ever!! Happy birthday, Dyl, I love you ✨💕

[xoxotommyxoxo]

This is a maze runner newt x reader fanfic me and my friend been working on. TRUE KIND OF LOVE

here's the first chapter if you want to see it, i might post each day another chapter but if you can wait just visit my quotev account to read the whole book

https://www.quotev.com/LILSTORMXOXO

https://www.quotev.com/story/13314670/True-kinda-love-newt-x-reader/1

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y\n=your name

h\c= hair color

h\l= hair length

e\c= eye color

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YOUR POV:

you wake up in a dark box. frightened by the sounds of rusted pulleys and chains. you eyes begin to vocus to dark. all of a sudden there's a jolt. your heart skipped a beat. then a bright beam of light crosses your face. you closed your eyes to stop the time pain of  the light. then u hear something open. u keep ur eyes shut. u hear the sound of wind and rustling trees. then u hear a crowd of people.

"its a girl" someone said "i call dibs" another said

you kept your eyes shut. your heart was beating fast. just then u hear a thump of someone jumping in to the shaft.

"uhh can you open ur eyes greenie" said the person with a  thick english accent. its a boy

you shook your head. "come on greenie beanie there's nothing to hurt u here. i promise you" he said

His words calmed you and you opened your eyes to see a crowd of boys.... all just boys above u looking down. then you moved ue gaze at the boy in front of you his dirty blonde untidy hair, his baby blue eyes and his smirking smile calmed you even more. He took out a stretched hand and called a name

"ALBY! bring us up, will you" he said

when you got out you see boys surrounding you u. your heart begins to race and u begin to have a anxiety attack.

you pass out

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NEWTS POV:

the day came of the greenie newcomer.  it was late...

chuck walks up to me

" uhh newt alby needs ur help the newbies here" he said

i walk to the box and see alby looking in side wide eyes

"what?" i asked.

i peered in the box and see... a girl

" is she hot?" "i call dibs" i heard the shanks yelling

I jump in the hole to see the girl..... shes...she's kinda cute when shes scared. is this how all girls look?

"uhh can you open your eyes" i ask

she shook her head

"come one greenie beanie, there's nothing to hurt you here. I promise you" i told her

she pulled her hands away from her face. she opened her eyes.  her e\c  eyes.. where amazing.

i noticed i was smiling.

"there you go" i said as a gave her my hand

"ALBY!" i yelled which startled her

we have a scared one on our hands do we? i thought smiling.

"alby bring us up, will you?" i yelled

when we got up i noticed i was still holding her hand.

i let go. i can let my feeling take over me.

all of a sudden all the bloody shanks surrounded her. looking at her. she looked at me, i notice she was breathing fast. she scared me a little.

then she passed out.................................................................in my arms

[obrienpascal]

i plan to write another imagine soon i just been wanting to but then i get lazy and not do it but i definitely want to write another one soon <333 it'll happen ^_^

[sweet-pea-channie]

Wind in my hair - Dylan O’Brien Series (Part 8)

Part 8: True, hard reality

Author: @herscrunchiehairtie

Summary: Y/N and Dylan are enjoying the evening at his place and while they sit in his backyard Dylan reveals his feeling for her. 

Warnings: K-I-S-S-I-N-G, some fluff, some more fluff

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Part 1 - Part 7 - Part 9 - Series Overview - Masterlist

12th June 2018

Weeks passed by, you had received another chemo just a few days ago. You were feeling better than ever. Your doctors were surprised that the therapy was working just fine for you. Seemed like you were the perfect guinea pig.

Dylan had to leave three days after you took him in, work was calling. You were doing better and could stay on your own. He was the perfect nurse, he cooked dinner for both of you every day, went grocery shopping and he even finished your laundry that Andrew put in the washing machine. You wanted to help him, but he wouldn’t let you.

You watched your favorite series most of the time. Even though it was quite warm outside, you stayed in, sharing a blanket together on your couch. With his arms wrapped around you, you had your back leaned against him, not realizing that he was watching you the whole time instead of the TV.

He couldn’t get the kiss out of his head, the first kiss that you shared and it wasn’t the only one you shared after that. You shared a few kisses here and there but it was never developing into something more, no make-out sessions on your couch. Every time, you tilted your head back, looking at the gorgeous man, he placed a kiss on your forehead, your eyes closing each time.

There was this moment; Dylan was cooking dinner with music playing in the background. You sneaked your arms around his waist, intertwining your fingers in front of him. Dylan put the wooden spoon aside and turned around, your arms stills holding onto him. He grabbed your face and placed a lingering kiss on your lips, pulling away too soon for your liking. You whined and pouted your lips, asking for another kiss. Dylan smiled, shaking his head at you. He couldn’t believe that you were feeling the same.

“Give me this dance and you get another kiss,” he whispered in your ear, holding his hand out for you to take. You took it immediately and followed him to your living room. He put one hand on your lower back, the other one holding onto your hip. You put your hands on his shoulders, your body pressed against his. He was swaying to the music, from the left to the right. He never broke your eye contact; he couldn’t get enough of you.

The music changed and Dylan grabbed one of your hands, swirling you around one and then two times until you put your hands on his chest, getting on your tip toes to be on his level. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight. He closed his eyes, leaning in and put his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing the short hair on the back of his head.

Dylan had to leave before you two talked about your real feelings for each other. There was no right timing to talk about it. The only time he mentioned something was over text, saying that he wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.

You invited him over one time, but before he could arrive at your place, your grandma came barging in, so you had to eat lunch with her and Dylan. There was no time to talk about the two of you. It felt like you were not destined to be together, like everything was trying its best to keep you separated. But not today, not today.

Dylan texted you yesterday, asking if you wanted to hang out with him today. Of course, you said yes. Maybe this would be the right time.

You got ready around 1pm, heading outside to wait for Dylan. He was picking you up, as always. Even though you lived all across town in South Gate, he took his time to pick you up.

His black Audi stopped in front of your complex and you rushed down the path to get into his car. You opened the door and hopped in, kissing him on his cheek before you shut the door and put on your seat belt. Dylan smiled and waited until you were ready to go before he rushed down the streets of LA.

“So, did you finish the project you told me about or is it still going on?” you asked him to break the silence. You turned in your seat to get a better look at him. His hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the road.

“Yup, all done,” he replied, popping the p. “Maybe, if you’re being nice to me today, I might give you a hint.”

“Alright, I’ll try my best,” you let out a laugh. “Anything planned for today? I mean, for dinner? Are you taking me out or are we staying in and cook something on our own?”

“You want me to take you out?”

“Nah, I’m not feeling like going out today. Maybe we can cook the recipe I showed you the other day, you know the one with the broccoli rice and shrimps,” you suggested.

Dylan looked at you for a quick moment, lifting his eyebrows. “You want to eat low-carb? Really? I never thought you were that type of girl.”

“I’m not, but the picture looked so delicious,” you explained and pouted your lips, hoping that your puppy eyes were helping you. Dylan rolled his eyes. Without looking at you, he knew exactly what you were doing right now. “Don’t give me the puppy eyes! But yes, we can cook it, if you want. I’m open for everything.”

You waited for Dylan to open the front door to his house while you were leaning against the door frame, staring at the brown haired young man. He fumbled with the keys until he found the right one and unlocked the door. He held the door open for you and followed you inside, locking the door behind him after he shut it.

You got rid of your shoes immediately and you were long gone to his living room area, staring out the big windows to see the pool in front of the gorgeous view.

“You wanna drink something?” his voice snapped you back to reality. You turned your head to get a better look and smiled at him while you nodded your head. “That fancy water of yours would be so great.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and grabbed a glass for you, filling it with tab water. It was a while ago, when Dylan offered you a glass of fancy water, saying that it was so special, no normal human being could afford it. Of course, it was a joke, it was just plain old tab water. Taking the glass of water from him, he put his right arm around your lower back and tugged you closer.

“God, I love it here,” you mumbled while you were sipping on your glass. You didn’t notice that Dylan was staring down at you the whole time, admiring the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He didn’t know when or how, but he knew for sure that he was falling you hard.

“I hope you packed your bathing suit,” he said out of nowhere. You looked up to him and caught him staring down at you, his eyes were clued to yours. “It’s your lucky day, O’Brien,” you laughed and walked away from him. Putting your glass of water on the kitchen counter, you grabbed your bag and dig through it until you found your red and white bathing suit.

“Come on, let’s get dressed then.”

“Like right now?” you asked him. He nodded and told you to get ready while he made sure that it was all cozy outside. He was already in his swim trunks; he had forgone to put on jeans when he was picking you up.

When you joined him in the backyard, he was already knees deep in his pool, his arms spread wide open. You smiled and walked to the edge across from Dylan, sitting down. Slowly, you put your feet in the water until it reached your calves and then your knees. Dylan sighed and jumped head first in the water, diving his way to you. He reached the surface right in front of you and his arms found the perfect space of your thighs. You gasped when the cold water hit your thighs and you tried to push Dylan off you, but he held on your ankles until you were about to fall into the water.

You screamed and kicked with your feet until Dylan let go of your ankles. He dove under water and jumped back up, immediately, spiting a mouthful of water in your direction.

“Dylan!” you whined when the cold liquid met your stomach.

“Come on, it’s not that cold,” Dylan said and swam back to you. With your legs on either side, he rested in-between them and put his head on your left thigh, his wet hair tingled your skin.

“Well, I like it out here,” you replied and winked at him. He rolled his eyes and sneaked his arms around your hip, intertwining his fingers behind your back. It took you a while until you realized that he was slowly pulling you with him into the water and before you could react, your bum was already over the edge and your head was under water.

With your legs around Dylan’s waist, he pushed you back up and shook his hair, the droplets met your face. “You psycho,” you laughed and wiped the remaining water of your face.  

“Sweet but a psycho,” Dylan joined your laughter. You hit his shoulder and rolled your eyes, untangling your legs from his body and swam away from him where you could touch the ground. You weren’t that much shorter, but the few inches were enough for him to reach the ground where he was standing.

Time was passing by rather quickly and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen, preparing your dinner. Dylan helped you to cut the vegetables and handed you everything that you were asking for, like salt and pepper.

It felt so normal, being around each other. Dylan couldn’t take his hands off you most of the time. He tickled you, made sure to place plenty of kisses along your shoulders and back, and wrapped his arms around you to stir. You couldn’t complain, it was nice having him so close to you.

Dylan felt so free when he was spending time with you, that it scared him. He knew that he had to make you his, so he wouldn’t overthink your relationship. He had to make you his, before someone else would take you away from him. Today was the perfect day to confess his feelings, it couldn’t get better.

You took the last spoon of your rice before you placed the empty plate on the coffee table in front of you. Dylan was long done, a glass of red wine in his hand. He reached for your glass and gave it to you. Thanking him, you took a sip and closed your eyes for a while before you reopened them and admired the sunset in front of you.

“Come here,” Dylan said motioned for you to sit closer next to him. With your glass still in your hand, you scooted over and leaned yourself against his side. Dylan placed his left arm around your shoulders and tugged you closer.

It was silent, no awkward silence. You were both enjoying the colors of orange and purple that were mixing to a beautiful piece of art up in the sky. No words were needed. That’s what you thought. The soft music in the background that was playing from Dylan’s speakers inside were enough.

But Dylan couldn’t concentrate, all he could think about was you, the perfect girl he held in his arms. He knew that time was running, so he took his chance and said, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Your head spun around, your eyes wide opened with your lips slightly parted. The glass of red wine found its way to the table, you couldn’t hold it any longer. You couldn’t process what he just said, a mixture of shock and relief flowed through your veins. “I’m sorry, what? I think I heard you saying that-“

“I’m falling in love with you, yeah.”

“Dylan, I-“

“Please, just hear me out okay?” he asked and waited for you to nod, before he grabbed your feet and pulled your legs over his lap. “I know that you are scared of commitment and relationships and everything that comes with it. But you don’t have to. I know you’re scared that you might not make it to your 30’s, that you’ll leave sooner than you think, but I don’t care. All I care about is you. I want to make you happy, I want to make you laugh, see the perfect smile of yours, the way your eyes shine when I say something stupid again. I can’t stop thinking about the kisses we shared and I’m scared that every time we kiss, it might be the last one because I just can’t man up and tell you how I feel and sooner or later you might find someone else who can be a better man than me. I just… I don’t want to be without you anymore. And we can take things slow, there’s no need to rush. I just want to put a damn label on it before someone else does.”

“There is no one else,” you mumbled and grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. Dylan kissed you back immediately, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you on his lap and deepened the kiss while you played with the soft ends of his hair at the back of his neck. His tongue brushed your upper lip; a soft moan escaped your mouth and Dylan took the chance to slip his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth. You couldn’t process what was happening, you were too deep in the kiss until Dylan put his hands on your lower back, swooping you on your back. He hovered over you, his hands on either side of your face to hold him up so he wouldn’t crush you.

Eventually, you had to pull away, the need of oxygen getting too much. You were panting with your eyes still closed. Dylan had to catch his breath as well; it was quite a while ago when he kissed someone like that. You finally opened your eyes and met his brown orbs, a smile that was so big, it reached from his left to his right ear. “So is this a yes?”

“Yeah, let’s go for it.”

[dittos-blog-dylanobrien]

New year, new theme. from BLUE to brown and books.

[katethewriter]

Summary: Y/n has a very specific power. She is a shapeshifter. However, she can only shift into younger versions of herself. Her abilities catch the Avengers’ attention. Though their first introduction is lackluster at best, it's not long before she has them all wrapped around her little finger.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader(platonic) - WandaNat x Reader(platonic) - mother-figure!Wanda x Reader - cg!Wanda x little!Reader - cg!WandaNat x little!Reader - cg!Avengers x little!Reader - fem!reader

A/N: This is pretty much just straight up fluff. It's my own spin on shapeshifter!Reader and little!Reader. This is just a happy little brainchild that I decided to run with

Welcome to the Team: After a chance encounter, the Avengers recruit a new kid to join the team.

Wanda Cookie Monster: It's not that Y/n is hiding from the rest of the team, except that's exactly what she is doing. Wanda is determined to break through to her.

Clint Hand-Me-Downs: As Y/n starts showing herself more and more around the compound, Clint can't help to notice she tends to wear the same thing everyday.

Natasha Kinda Like You: Y/n is convinced Natasha doesn't like her. If she could just brush away that tough exterior, maybe they have more in common than she thought. Perhaps she can gain a new ally in the process.

Steve New Kid's First Mission: Steve is wary to allow a kid on a mission, but just maybe Y/n can prove him wrong.

Peter Crayola: Peter wonders why the New Kid's pictures on the fridge are only ever done in black and blue ink or pencil.

Bruce Just a Twist: A training mishap sends New Kid to the medbay.

Sam Let's Go Fly a Kite: Sam is on duty when he spots New Kid all by herself. He offers her an opportunity most kids could only dream of.

Bucky A Mission Gone Sideways: Bucky is paired with New Kid for a mission that doesn't end as well as they would like.

Tony A Little Pinch: A flaw in Y/n's suit might be just the thing to finally pull Tony to her side.

Thor Someone Worthy: Thor returns from a long stay and doesn't recognize the young team member running around the compound.

Kate Nerf War: When someone new joins the team, Y/n takes a sudden interest in archery.

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[bether3385]

Hello my name is Joel Dawson and I'm going to tell you a story  about my life it all started when I was about 16 years old a my girlfriend and I were sitting in her Jeep I was drawing her. She had gotten me some art supplies and I tried to draw her terrible I at it. After a while making out in the backseat kind of thing you know but I'm sure you don't want to know that horny detail but anyways back to my story.."

You sits in her Jeep and hoses and looks at him . "are you done yet Hans I can't sit still that long "she giggles.. Joel trying Draw her.

" Stop moving Leia I'm not finished Joe had growled.. you are f****** me up."

You giggles a bit. And sit still as soon as he was done he showed her  "I have a beard.."

" The supposed to be shade unless I tried." Control said with a pouty face..   you just smirks and laughs "I'm sorry but it just looks like a beard and what is the my hair am I is it supposed to look like Princess Leia as me." Joel shook his head and laughs.  " Oh yes it was supposed to be but now you just totally made fun of my picture rude." You just giggles & Smiles and then pulls him and kisses him passionately . Joel kissing her back waiting on two making out in the back seat of the Jeep then they heard huge booms in cracks as he looked to see what had happened saw a bunch of fire in in the city. Y/N   looked up and look and She was shocked.  She couldn't believe what had been going on as they drove back home finding Joel's parents packing up and getting stop to leave.. mrs. Dawson looks at her son. " Get what you can Joel  we need to leave.  " Joel had the chandelier when is hand plus his art supplies she didn't move for a minute

he then looked at his girlfriend . " come with us he said." Y/N just looked at him and almost started crying. " I have to go get my mom and my brothers." She said.  As Mr. Dawson was getting stuff done " come on son we got to go . " He yelled to his son. Joel had ran to you and kissed her "I'll come find you Leia  I promise." 

You had kiss back and smiled Tears In Her Eyes she didn't know when she would see him again. She had grabbed her favorite dice off the Jeep and gave it to him it was her Star Wars

Joel took it in his hand. Your "  My favorite Han Solo Dice I gave you  you love this." He started to cry she wiped his tears and kissed him. " can give it back to me when you come find me." I was Joel's looked at her she headed to her Jeep he walked towards car. " Leia  I love you!!"

You looks at him.  " I know. " She got in Drive way. 

Joel  it was about to get in the car and then some kind of monster just stepped right on to the car making him fall over and watching his parents be crushed by a giant huge foot.    As he backed away somebody grabbed him and telling him to come on he got in a back of a truck in tears watching his family be crushed .. 

To be continued......

Check out for part 3 please be kind the girl behind me not very good and she has dyslexia so please be kind to her and her story.. for this was sort of her first point of view story.

Thanks

love, Joel

[hoes4dylanobrien]

It’s Just A Cigarette | 2

WARNINGS: swearing, non-consensual flashing

word count: 1,753

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The PATH train soon arrived at Penn Station. You picked up your things and followed behind everyone else up the escalator. No sooner had you landed on the second floor and Colin was calling you. 

FaceTime, to be specific. 

You found a slightly secluded corner in the dark and dingy space that was Penn Station, only having a split second longer to check your appearance before hitting ‘accept’. The familiar chime rung out, muted by the hustle and bustle around you. 

‘Hey, Marnie-” he paused, sunglasses eclipsing those brown eyes you loved so much, his expression impassive. You weren’t sure if it was because he froze, or he wasn’t all that glad to see you after all. 

“Hi, Colin!” Okay, tone down the excitement a little, you said to yourself. “Can, can you hear me?” 

As you picked up on movement around him, you realized he hadn’t frozen, but that he was walking. “Yeah, I can hear you. I’m on my way to you - don’t leave the station.” 

“I haven’t. I won’t,” you glanced up as someone jostled you. “Where are you in the station? I’m about the cross to 33rd in a sec,” he lifted his head for a moment. At this angle, you could see him squinting at something. Unintentionally, he was giving you an opportunity to admire him without his knowledge. He looked good. 

Really good. 

Similar to the Instagram photos, he’d dyed his hair blond, no longer sporting the dark brown hair you were accustomed to. He’d also grown a beard, packed on some muscle (while still keeping his lean frame), and had at least a few tattoos from what you could make up racing up and down his arm. You didn’t want to be there when your parents reacted to that particular news. As your mom always said, hair could grow back, but tattoos... 

“Marnie. Where are you?” Colin was speaking to you again, sounding firm. Shoot, had you spaced out? He was always prone to impatience on the best of days. “I’m, uh,” you glanced up, seeing a familiar red restaurant sign a few steps away. “I’m near TGIF. Do you need me to go somewhere specific?” 

“No,” he was quick to say. “I know where that is. Stay put.” 

And so you did, feeling your stomach rumble, the delicious smell of cheese and oregano wafting from the lasagna. So much for putting on perfume - you’d smell like pasta now! 

A short few minutes later, you spotted Colin coming down the escalator, having finally removed his shades. If you thought he looked good before, that was no match for how he looked now, in the flesh, striding toward you with purpose. You felt awkward again, and a little strange in your new get up. Sure, you’d toned it down, but what if he saw right through you?

“Hey,” he said in a low voice, pulling you into him for a warm hug without hesitation. You sunk into his embrace all too willingly, forgetting to play hard to get. He smelled as good as he looked, a combination of his usual mint gum and woodsy aftershave, and something new that was slightly bitter but not unpleasant, exactly. He didn’t smell like weed, for once, which you’d smelled enough on him to know what that particular scent was.

He pulled away to get a good look at you, whistling appreciatively. “Damn, baby girl. You grown!” 

You blushed at the nickname, perking up at his words but trying to play it off. “Thanks, I guess?” You laughed together. His attention was quickly diverted to what sat on top of your backpack at your side, thick dark brows rising. “Don’t tell me-”

“Yep. Mom brought it for you, said if you wouldn’t come to us she’d bring a piece of home to you. So hope you’re hungry - it’s enough to feed a small army.” He picked it up, lifting the tin foil to smell the aroma, groaning. “Shit, I missed that.”

You noticed he hadn't commented on his lack of home presence but knowing Colin’s one-track mind when it came to food it might’ve gone over his head. 

“Sorry, no utensils,” you said when it looked like he was considering going without to grab a bite. “Guess we’ll have to eat it when we get back to your place.” 

“Guess so,” he looked slightly saddened, covering it back up. It was pretty adorable. 

“And where is your place, anyway? I know it’s downtown, but-”

“East village,” he supplied, perking back up. “Can’t wait to show you around. Come on, let’s get out of here. Only so much of this shit stain I can take.” You followed him out of the station, needing to take a separate subway line down to get to the Village.  He adorned his sunglasses again, asking if you needed help with any of your things. 

“No, I got it. But thank you.”

You happened to step onto the platform right when the train came, Colin herding you onto it and bringing up the rear. It was pretty crowded, but he managed to find a seat. “You have it,” he said, leaning against the nearby doors. The ones you’re not supposed to lean on, but everyone did. 

“Thanks.” The doors shut and you were off, swaying a little as you got used to the speed and sudden stops. A few stops later, you heard a man start moaning a few seats down, and you made the mistake of looking. It was a homeless man, hands moving below his pants. There was little question as to what he was up to, the passengers around him edging away or leaving altogether. Your cheeks reddened, feeling an awkward, gross feeling. Why did some people feel the need to do things like this, you wondered to yourself. This was exactly the sort of thing your dad always warned you about. 

You turned to glance toward Colin, wondering if he’d taken notice, or if he was phased out by this point. To your alarm, he wasn’t standing against the doors anymore, an older lady having replaced him. You panicked a little internally, then felt a hand land on your shoulder. 

“’M right here,” Colin said, now moving into view. “Lost my spot. That’s what you get for moving out of the way, huh?” 

You smiled thankfully, knowing he did it so you didn’t have to see the man exposing himself on the subway. 

You might’ve wanted to mention it, but the station you got off was even busier than 34th and herald. “Keep close here,” Colin said, leading you up the stairs and to the 6 line. “Matter of fact,” he took your hand in his, threading your fingers through. If you thought your face was red before...

“Just til’ we get on the train. Then you can pretend you don’t know me,” he joked. You didn’t bother with a response since he would’ve been able to smell the insincerity from a mile away. Your hands tingled, you wishing the moment could last forever. 

The wait for this train was a little longer, and people packed in the platform. You barely got a space to stand, shoved somewhere up against the elevator in front of Colin, who towered above you. “Please tell me this one’s shorter?” You break the silence. 

Colin nodded. “Yeah, just one stop. We could walk it but I’m beat and honestly I don’t think the lasagna would make it. Some asshole wouldn’t be looking where he was going, and it’d fall, and then I’d be throwing hands over pasta and I don’t really wanna do that today.” 

You sniggered. You forgot about his excellent sense of humor. “Good point, better not take the risk.” 

“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes and knocking his head back against the brick wall. His hand tightened reflexively around yours, making another tingle race up your spine. You spotted a couple leaned against one another nearby and wondered if others looked at you and Colin and saw something similar. If they didn’t know you, would they take you as a couple? He hadn’t removed his hand, after all; you wondered if that meant something, or if he’d just not realized. 

The last train was as short as promised. You followed the swarm of people up the staircase to Astor Place, single file. He’d finally dropped your hand. 

“So you’re gonna wanna hang a left first, and head straight.” Colin explained, since you were taking the steps in front of him. You turned to glance back, finding his eye line dart up to yours. You blushed at the idea of him possibly checking you out. 

As you walked, you admired the scenery. “This is a great area,” you commented. Buildings were a little less tall in parts here compared to midtown, but with lots to do. There were a good mix of fine dining, student hang outs, shopping, and bars. You even heard live music not too far off. All of this was at his fingertips; you were jealous. 

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s pretty dope not needing to drive everywhere to do anything. Oh wait, stop right there.” You halted, turning to him in question. He’d pulled out his phone from his sweats, fiddling with it before holding it up. “Come here, let’s take a photo. We’re in perfect shot of the Empire State Building and the lighting is fire.” 

You pat down your hair, angling your body in the most appealing way. Colin’s aftershave washed over you once more as he leaned in to snap the pic. “Nice.” You looked with him. 

“Someone photobombed,” you lamented at the passing bald man. 

Colin laughed. “Better than the first take.” A similar photo appeared, this time with someone scowling and flipping you off. “Gotta love New Yorkers.” 

“I guess.” 

Colin checked his watch, a metallic one that you hadn’t seen before. It looked expensive, and you wondered how he paid for it. As far as you knew, he wasn’t working. “Shit, we’re runnin’ late.” 

“Late?” You asked. “For what? I thought we were just going to your apartment?” 

“We are.” Colin grinned cheekily. “I invited some friends over to meet you and hang out, hope that’s cool. It’ll be pretty low-key.” 

“Oh, no problem. I was hoping to meet your college friends while I was here.” You weren’t lying. You were looking forward to meeting the people who spent so much time with the new Colin. You only hoped they would like you. 

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Coach (3)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU!Dylan X Fem!Reader

Summary: after working things out with Roman, Dylan makes you a proposition that will be hard to decline

Warnings: nothing majors, not even cursing. Some angst

WC: 2.1k

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Part 4

It wasn't long before you and Dylan had to part ways. With your children asking 'when are we leaving' every five minutes, you had to cut your conversation short. You ended up submitting to your children's wishes in fear that Roman would end up hot wiring your car and drive off himself. Yes, he was capable of doing that. You were a bit disappointed to say the least. You were enjoying Dylan's company. It was one thing to be around Liz or at work all the time, but it was a completely different thing to be around a man you were attracted to, even if there was nothing sexual to it, the change in air felt nice. It was nice to have a conversation with a man who genuinely cared about what you were saying, who genuinely listened. Dylan did just that, every word you said to him he would listen to like he was actually interested. Definitely something your ex husband didn't actually do. 

But of course, you eventually had to leave and so did he. You were now dreading the conversation that followed. You had to confront Roman about what happened, and you honestly had no idea how to. You didn't want to seem too intrusive but you didn't want to let him off the hook that easily. You didn't know how you were going to address it honestly.

Soon enough, the time came.

After you finally managed to put Athena to bed, you made your way to Roman's room. You peeked the door open and slightly knocked. Roman was already in bed, reading one of his superhero comics — you assumed. He looked up when he heard you knock. 

"Hey baby. Can I come in?" You said softly as you stood by the half opened door, waiting for your son's response. He simply nodded.

You half smiled as you stepped into the room and made your short way towards Roman's bed and took a seat on the edge of it.

Here we go.

"So.. Coach Dylan told me about your fight." You spoke calmly while also giving him a stern look.

His mouth went in an 'o' shape and his gaze dropped to the sheets in front of him. "Oh.."

"So, could you tell me why you did it?" You asked carefully and raised an eyebrow at the young boy as he avoided all eye contact.

Do not say 'I don't know'.

Roman simply shrugged in response, muttering a low, "I don't know."

And there it was.

You exhaled deeply through your nose as you attempted to say calm and passive, "Roman, look at me." You spoke sternly as you lifted his head up, making him look at you. "Talk to me baby, I won't get mad, I promise." 

There was that look again, like the one he had at the restaurant. Like something in his eyes lit up, but not in a good way, in the sad and broken kind of way. Like something in him said 'it's okay, you can let go' and so he did. His eyes quickly filled with tears and choked out a sob. 

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry mom I just— he kept talking about dad, about you, about how my dad would never show up to practice or to a game like his did. And-And he said that if my own dad didn't care to play with me, to watch me play then nobody did," he finally spilled, tears flowing down his face as fast as his words came out of his mouth. And it killed you. "A-And it hurt mom. It really hurt. I-I don't know. It hurts that dad doesnt love us, that he doesn't love me, Athena or you. I don't have a dad and it just hurts so much."

Now it was your turn to cry. There is nothing that hurts you more than seeing your children hurting, completely and utterly broken just like Roman was in that moment. Seeing him break down to tears, tell you the things he has been keeping deep inside his chest for months, it broke you, too. 

"Oh Roman." You said shakily and wrapped your arms around the small boy, not caring if he didn't want your touch. But surprisingly enough he accepted it, he went right into your embrace and hugged you tight as he cried into your chest. "Baby I know your dad and I made you go through a lot, I have no excuse for that. But I can tell you that your dad and I love you more than anything in the world. You and your sister are the best thing that has happened to us and we will always love you both, even if we aren't together anymore. Okay baby? It's okay." 

You pressed a kiss to his head and ran your fingers through his hair as you rocked him softly until you felt him sniffle into your chest and nod slowly.

"I'm really sorry mom. I didn't mean to hit him. Please don't take me off the team." He practically begged, looking up at you with his crystalized eyes. 

"I won't, I already talked to coach Dylan and he said he won't take you off the team. But you have to apologize to the kid and his parents. And I need you to promise me you will never do that again, because coach Dylan let it slide this time, but he won't do it twice, okay? " You ran your fingers over his face, drying off his tears as he nodded in defeat. 

"Okay mom, I promise I won't. It was stupid." He sniffled, for the first time in months showing genuine emotions. "Mom?" 

"Yeah baby?"

"Can you please stay until I fall asleep?" He looked down, almost as if he was embarrassed to ask. You were about to cry again, but for completely different reasons. This was the first time in months he asked you to be around. He actually still wanted you around. 

"Oh Rome, of course. I'll stay with you for as long as you want." You pressed a long loving kiss to his forehead before settling into bed with Roman. You stayed sitting up against the headboard while Roman curled up against your side and laid his head on your lap. And you could've sworn you heard a very quiet and almost inaudible 'I love you' before he was sound asleep.

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"Roman, you promised you would apologize, come on." You sighed heavily as you dragged your son to the other side of the bleachers where you assumed were the parents of the kid Roman punched. 

"Mom—" he all but whined, slightly kicking his feet into the sand but you turned your head and raised an eyebrow at him sternly. He slightly pouted and slouched but he still followed you without another protest. You hummed and nodded. 

"Hey, excuse me, ma'am?" You called out to the tall blonde woman who was standing next to another mom, both of their children talking to themselves. The woman turned around at the call and instantly scoffed. 

"I hope your son has come to apologize after what he did to my son." She huffed, her face stuck in a perpetual bitchy frown as she looked at you and then Roman with a glare. You wondered how the hell does her husband bear to live with her. 

You sighed heavily and simply nodded, stepping aside so she could see Roman.

"Yeah, I'm truly truly sorry about that, it was completely wrong and unacceptable on Roman's behalf. And we're here to apologize, right Roman?" You looked down at your son, who was practically begging you not to with his eyes, but he sighed out heavily and nodded, turning to the woman and the blonde boy behind her. 

"Yeah… I'm really sorry Chris. And I'm really sorry ma'am, I promise I won't do it again." Roman mumbled, his eyes glued to the ground and his hands dug deep into his pocket. You slightly cleared your throat and Roman stuck out his hand for the blonde boy to shake. 

The boy looked just as mortified as Roman did, and he looked up at his mom, who simply scoffed loudly but nodded at her son nonetheless. Both boys shook hands as a silent peace offering and took off to the field. But not before you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Roman's cheek.

"I'll see you in a bit, baby, go warm up." You smiled and messed with his baseball hat before he ran off to the field. When you turned around, you greeted the woman with a bitchy smile, one almost as bitchy as the scowl on her face.

"Look, I understand boys are boys, and they may say harsh things without thinking, but when a grown woman gossips and spreads rumors about another kid's parents, then that's just childish." You smiled, cynically almost, as if you weren't calling her out, because you knew perfectly who talked shit and who didn't. "Kids repeat what they hear at home, so maybe be mindful of the things you say about others around your kid, 'cause then you won't have to complain to the coach when my kid snaps. Take care now." 

When you turned around and walked away, all you heard were loud scoffs and cursing directed at you. You were so occupied trying not to laugh that you didn't notice the tall frame that stood in your way. And when you looked up you saw Dylan, with a hand over his mouth, mostly likely covering the snicker on his face. You weren't exactly quiet and he was close by, so he probably heard everything. 

"You know, if coaching kids has taught me something, it is definitely that adults can be more immature than 10 year old boys. Especially middle aged, rich moms." He laughed, the smile on his face and the glow in his whiskey eyes making your stomach turn.

"Well thank god I'm not middle aged yet, I'd hate to turn into that." You laughed, biting your lip to hide the small smile on your face.

"See, I always thought you were way too beautiful and sweet to be one of these middle aged moms, guess I was right." Dylan smiled with a playful glint and slightly leaned closer to you. You swallowed thickly, your throat suddenly becoming dry, you looked at the field where all of the boys were, his bright eyes and playful smile becoming too distracting to actually think.

"Coach Dylan—"

"Dylan. I told you, it's just Dylan." 

"Coach Dylan," you repeated, taking a step back and shaking your head, "I'm sorry if I might've given you the wrong idea, but you're my son's baseball coach, you're literally the only male figure he has in his life right now and he respects you a lot. And I'd hate to do something that would change that for him. It's not right."

No matter how much you might like Dylan, how much you would love to kiss his lips raw or stare into his whiskey eyes until you fell asleep, you couldn't. Not now, and definitely not with him. It wasn't right. You couldn't do that to Roman. It just wouldn't be right. 

"Well why not? Look I'm sorry if this comes off as straightforward but, I like you, Y/N. You're like my favourite of the moms here because despite everything you got going on in your life, you're always here with Roman at practice and at every game. You've raised an awesome kid and I would love to get to know the amazing human being raising that kid. So I would love to take you on a date sometime, really." Your face almost fell at the invitation, your mouth slightly fell open and your eyes grew wide. He must've noticed the way your face twisted because when you opened your mouth to protest he cut you off, "could I possibly see your phone for just a moment please?" 

You frowned and stared at him a bit confused but he simply smiled sweetly and nodded as if to say 'just trust me'. You were a bit skeptical, but you grabbed your phone from your pocket and handed it to him nonetheless. Dylan didn't speak as he looked at your phone for a few seconds then typed something into it you couldn't quite tell from your angle. He then handed you back your phone, his fingers brushing yours for a split second, the contact sending a small shock through your skin. 

"Uhm, what's this?" You questioned, looking at your phone and seeing his number saved in your contacts. You looked at him with an uncertain look. He ran his tongue over his pink lips, wetting them slowly and ran a hand through his hair under his baseball cap before shrugging.

"Just in case you need someone to talk to. Call me." He winked, the grin on his face never leaving his lips. And before you could speak, he was running off to the field to join his team for today's practice.

Your son's coach was going to be the death of you.