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bether3385 · 3 years ago

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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...

#dylan o'brien #dylanobrien x reader #stuart #stuart twombly #the internship #stuart twombly x reader

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annemarieyeretzian · 4 years ago

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Jean-Michel Basquiat

Jean-Michel Basquiat, an American contemporary artist of Haitian and Puerto Rican descent, first achieved fame as part of SAMO, an informal graffiti duo who worked in the late 1970s when rap, punk, and street art coalesced into hip-hop music culture. He was responsible for elevating graffiti artists into the realm of the gallery scene, and his works referenced everything from his heritage to political issues and pop culture.

Basquiat learned to read and write by the age of four and was a gifted artist; his teachers noticed his artistic abilities, and his mother encouraged his talent. By the age of 11, Basquiat was fully fluent in English, French, and Spanish and an avid reader in all three languages.

In 1976, Basquiat left Edward R. Murrow High School and began attending City-As-School, an alternative high school in Manhattan home to many artistic students (he was later expelled for pieing the principal). In 1977, Basquiat and his schoolmate began spray painting graffitis on buildings in Manhattan, working under the pseudonym SAMO (same old shit).

During the early 1980s, Basquiat made his breakthrough as a solo artist. He participated in several exhibits, had his first solo show, and many articles written about him were published. Pictured: Untitled.

He participated in a group show called Public Address with artists such as Keith Haring and Barbara Kruger, and got a worldwide art dealer. Basquiat became the youngest ever artist to take part in Documenta in Germany, where his works were exhibited along Anselm Kiefer, Gerhard Richter, Cy Twombly, and Andy Warhol. Pictured: Horn Players.

Basquiat was deeply affected by the death of Michael Stewart, a young black artist killed by police in September of 1983. He painted Defacement (The Death of Michael Stewart) in response to the incident.

Despite his artistic success, Basquiat frequently abused drugs; many of his peers speculated that it was a means of coping with the demands of his newfound fame and the pressures of being a Black man in the white-dominated art world. Pictured: Melting Point of Ice.

On August 12, 1988, Basquiat was found unresponsive in his bedroom and pronounced dead on arrival. He was only 27 years old.

#Jean-Michel Basquiat #Jean-Michel #Basquiat #American contemporary artist #American #contemporary artist #artist #Black artist #Black excellence

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grad603-maiihoa · 3 years ago

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Joseph Churchward

Joseph established Churchward International Typefaces in 1969 and this was at one point New Zealand’s largest typesetting firm. With international clients such as Germany’s Berthold Fototype, Mecanorma-Polyvroom, and D.Stempel, Dr Böger Photosatz Linotype and Zipatone, Churchward Typefaces were soon in use around the globe.

Even in his late 70s Joseph continued to design typefaces by hand, and these are digitally distributed via MyFonts.com. In 2009 Joseph was the recipient of the Designers’ Institute of New Zealand John Britten Award for lifetime achievement and in 2010 he received the Queens Services medal.

Tobias Frere Jones

Mr. Frere-Jones received his B.F.A. from Rhode Island School of Design in 1992. In 2000 he began work with Jonathan Hoeﬂer in New York. He has designed more than 500 typefaces for retail publication, custom clients, and experimental purposes. His clients include Martha Stewart Living, GQ, Wired, Nike, Hewlett-Packard, The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, the Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum, the Whitney Museum of American Art, Grand Central Terminal, the U.S. Census Bureau, Tibor Kalman, and Neville Brody. He has lectured throughout North America, Europe, and Australia, and his work has been featured in How, I.D., Page, Print, Communication Arts, Metropolis, Esquire, and Time. In 2006 he became the first American to receive the Gerrit Noordzij Award, presented by the Royal Academy of The Hague in honor of his special contributions to typography. He was appointed critic in graphic design in 1996.

Verena Gerlach

Verena Gerlach was born in Berlin West, and studied Visual Communication at Kunsthochschule Berlin Weissensee. Shortly after graduating in 1998, she founded her own studio (www.fraugerlach.de) for graphic design, type design and typography. Between 2000 and 2006, Verena also art-directed several video clips and worked on the typographic production for international, contemporary artists. Since 2006, she has been working as a freelance book designer for the Germany-based art book publisher Hatje Cantz. She started lecturing in type design, graphic design and typography in Berlin in 2003, and she now gives lectures and workshops all over the globe.

Nadine Chahine

Dr. Nadine Chahine is a renowned Lebanese type designer, presently working as the Arabic specialist at Linotype and Monotype Imaging in Germany. Motivated by her love for her native Beirut and a desire to improve typographic design, she was recently named as one of Fast Company Magazine’s ‘100 Most Creative People in Business’. Nadine studied graphic design at the American University of Beirut and has a Master’s Degree in typeface design from the University of Reading, UK. During her studies at Reading, she focused on the relationship between Arabic and Latin scripts and the possibilities of creating a harmonious relationship between the two.

Through her PhD research, Nadine focused on legibility studies for the Arabic script, with an eye to improving literacy in the Arab world. Her typeface Koufiya was the first to include matching Arabic and Latin parts. She has won numerous awards, including the Dean’s Award for Creative Achievement from the American University of Beirut in 2000, and the Award for Excellence in Type Design from the Type Directors Club of New York in 2008 and 2011. Other typefaces designed by Nadine include the best-selling Frutiger Arabic, Neue Helvetica Arabic, Univers Next Arabic, Palatino and Palatino Sans Arabic, Janna, Badiya and BigVesta Arabic.

Carol Twombly

Carol Twombly is an American type designer, and calligrapher. She was born in Concord, Massachusetts, USA on June 13 in the year of 1959. In her earlier years, she went to the Rhode Island School of Design, originally for sculpture, but later graduated for graphic design. She also went to Stanford University, where she graduated with Masters of Science degrees in computer science and typographic design. About this decision Carol says, according to Adobe.com, “I discovered that communicating through graphics – by placing black shapes on a white page – offered a welcome balance between freedom and structure.” Though graphic design became her career focus, Carol hasn’t abandoned her other artistic pursuits, which include basket-weaving, drawing, painting, and jewelry making. In 1988, Twombly joined Adobe and designed Adobe’s first original display typefaces (Trajan, Charlemagne and Lithos), among several others. But in 1999, she retired and is currently an independent artist, specializing in drawing, painting on textiles, beading and basket-making.

Paula Scher

Paula Scher is a contemporary American artist and graphic designer best known for her posters, logo designs, and album covers. In her paintings, Scher portrays large-scale maps filled with intricate lettering that indicate political and societal connections between countries and regional borders. “The job of the designer is to make things understandable, usable, accessible, enjoyable, and important to a public, that involves the public,” she has explained. Born on October 6, 1948 in Washington, D.C., she went on to study at the Tyler School of Art in Philadelphia before moving to New York, where she worked as a layout artist for Random House. In the years that followed, Scher held positions at both Atlantic Records and CBS Records, during which time she received four Grammy nominations for her album designs. The artist later joined Pentagram, a design consulting firm in New York, where she continues to live and work. Today, Scher’s works are held in the collections of The Museum of Modern Art in New York, the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C., and the Philadelphia Museum of Art, among others.

Jessica Hische

Jessica Nicole Hische (born April 4, 1984) is an American lettering artist, illustrator, author, and type designer. She was one of the first of a new generation of letterers and the present-day flourishing of the lettering arts can in part be traced back to her emergence.

She published In Progress: See Inside a Lettering Artist's Sketchbook and Process, from Pencil to Vector in September 2015, which gives insight to her creative process and work she has completed as a hand-lettering artist. She has written and illustrated two New York Times best-selling children's books: Tomorrow I'll be Brave (2018) and Tomorrow I'll be Kind (2019). She has spoken at over 100 conferences worldwide.

Johnson Witehira

Dr. Johnson Witehira is recognized as an expert on Māori design. His practice focuses on how customary Māori knowledge and ways of thinking can be applied in contemporary settings. His writings on Māori design have been published in world-leading design journals and books including; Visible Language (University of Cincinnati), The Graphic Design Reader (Bloomsbury), Novum (Munich) and Monocle (London). As a practising designer Witehira has worked with Māori tribal groups, community organizations and Government agencies to instigate design solutions that effect positive change in people, practice and place. Within academia Witehira’s research focuses on decolonizing design education. He is at the forefront of developing bi-cultural and Māori responses to teaching design. As an artist Witehira’s practice combines three areas of interest; technology, identity and post-colonial theory. His digitally-focused artworks have been shown globally through a number of exhibitions, the most prominent being his Toi Māori x Times Square project which was displayed simultaneously on 36 screens in Times Square, New York. See some of Johnson's art and design projects at

www.johnsonwitehira.studio | www.idia.nz and www.waahiwairua.com

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skiesofthesketchy · 5 years ago

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Stiles Stilinski x reader

Word count: 3,247

Warnings: alcohol, language, mentions of sex, flirty flirtyyyyyy

Summary: The reader gets a little too drunk and can’t help herself >:)

A.n.: Hey its me! I might have been a lil drunk while writing this lol. Yall still like teen wolf fanfic right? GOOD then you’re in the right place. Please lmk what you think I love feedback. enjoy! :)

This has been edited so that I like it better lol

The loud bass from the speakers in the colorful room sent vibrations through your body. Your vision was blurry due to your alcohol consumption that night, but you blamed it on the moving lights which were swirling around the room to the rhythm of the music, though they didn’t really help your drunken state either. Your eyes roamed the crowded room looking for one of your friends, perhaps one friend in particular that you could latch onto to steady your balance and ease your whirling thoughts.

Deciding to sway over to the kitchen to look for your friends there, some guy slammed right into you, spilling his sticky alcoholic drink down the front of your shirt. You stood there stunned, feeling the cold drink sinking into your top and down your arms. The dude just shouted an, “Oh shit!” laughing with two of his friends that stood next to him, all of them obviously even more drunk than you.

Groaning in annoyance, you started towards the stairs, hoping to find an unoccupied bathroom upstairs. Focusing on the taunting staircase ahead of you, you climbed the first few steps without a problem. The next one, however, had you stumbling backwards and reaching for the handrail before you could even register that you had misstepped. You yelped as you were fully expecting to tumble down the stairs unable to catch yourself, but a hard chest and strong arms caught you instead.

“Woah there, Y/N. You okay?” your rescuer asked.

“Stiles!” you cheered happily after turning your face to see one of your closest friends. “Oh my god, you saved me!” you smiled. Your back was still up against him while his hands held your waist firmly. “I was just looking for you.”

“Well you found me,” he chuckled, spinning you around so you two were facing each other. With him standing on the step below you, you were almost as tall as him and could see clearly into his whiskey colored eyes, concern crossing them. “For real though, are you okay? How much have you had to drink?”

“Um. A bit,” you giggled. It might have just been the vodka from earlier but you were very happy to be with Stiles now.

He helped you down the stairs, noticing how hard it was for you to actually hold yourself up, let alone walk down the steps. “From the looks of it, you’ve had more than a bit. And what happened to your shirt?” he asked with widening eyes, gesturing to the large splatters of amber on your white tank top.

“Some drunk idiots happened,” you grumbled, looking down to realize that the liquid made your shirt a little see through and it stuck to your skin underneath. “Shit.” You looped your arm through his and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a brief moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. “And yes, I’m drunk if that’s what you were getting at.”

Stiles laughed lightly, “A little too drunk is more like it.” You just hummed in response. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“Huh? Are you taking me home?”

“I’ll take you back to mine. Your parents will definitely kill you if you come home this drunk,” he laughed. Stiles grabbed your hand and led you around the party so you both could say goodbye to your friends.

The farewells were brief and you were soon walking in the chilly October night, a drastic temperature drop from the heat of the party inside. With your hand still enclasped in Stiles’ larger one, he walked you over to his beloved Jeep. He came around the passenger side with you to help you in, which you were thankful for because even with his help, you were ungraceful in your endeavours to hoist yourself up into the vehicle. He shut the door but you could still hear him laugh as he walked around the car to the driver’s side.

“Here, drink some water,” he offered you a water bottle after getting in and buckling your seat belt for you. You took it from him willingly and he turned the ignition.

“Are you sober?”

Stiles scoffed. “Of course. I had a feeling I’d need to take care of you tonight,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the fluttering that started in your belly. Good ol’ Stiles, always there when you need him.

You turned the volume dial up, engulfing the moving car in the music playing from one of Stiles’ playlists, and the two of you hummed along peacefully.

‘Shit’ you thought, feeling the wet material of your shirt still clinging to you. You swiftly pulled it over your head, thankful to be relieved of the sticky feeling, though your drunkenness had made you forget about it. You balled it up and used the dry parts of your shirt to dab your boobs that swelled above the lace of your bra.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing!?” Stiles shouted over the music, eyes flickering down to your chest, an incredulous look on his adorable face. He acted like you were doing something wrong and you were confused. “I’m trying to drive here!”

You quirked up an eyebrow. “And? You’re doing a great job, buddy.”

“How can you expect me to drive safely while you’re over there doing... whatever you’re doing... that!”

You giggled at the silly, panicked look on his handsome face. “What? Am I distracting you?” You leaned forward out of your seat and turned towards the boy to be more in his line of sight. You couldn’t help but smirk, loving how easy it was to tease him. You slowly continued to wipe the remainder of beer from your stomach and under the lining of your bra.

“Fuck, Y/N, are you trying to get us killed?” His fingers rubbed over his jaw before tightly gripping the steering wheel, his left leg bouncing as he stole another glance at you.

“I just didn’t wanna be soaked in beer anymore,” you shrugged innocently, scooting back in your seat, and he released an audible breath.

Teasing Stiles was always fun, but between platonic friends there’s always a line. As you and Stiles have grown closer, it’s gotten harder to distinguish where that line is exactly. Sometimes you even wished the line would blur or disappear completely, due to your stupid feelings for him. You usually ignored them, but with alcohol coursing through your system, your body buzzed with a desire for the attractive boy next to you.

The jeep stopped in Stiles’ driveway and you managed to hop out yourself this time. You followed close behind Stiles as he unlocked the door to the house. “Are you hungry at all, or did you just wanna pass out?” he asked, flicking on the kitchen lights.

“Hmm. I could eat.”

“Great--” Stiles swiveled around, eyebrows shooting up as his eyes landed on your still half naked figure, only clad in a bra and a short skirt. “But we should definitely get you a shirt first.” Was he blushing?

The gears in your brain started turning. “Nah, I’m okay. What’s on the menu, Chef?” You sat in one of the chairs by the counter, crossing your arms underneath your chest.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Uhm. Absolutely nothing unless you cover up.” Stiles almost looked serious, but the amusement in his eyes and the curve of his lips told you otherwise. You, however, were in a playful mood thanks to the liquor.

“Why are you being a baby? You’ve seen me in my bra before,” you casually inquired.

He huffed, all but glaring at you. It was either because of your little insult or because you were challenging him by not doing what he asked.

“Fine. I’ll just get myself something to eat.” You stood and strutted past Stiles towards the pantry as he held his stiff position. The warm brush of your arms did not go unnoticed by either of you.

Skipping back to the counter with a box of cereal, you stretched your arm up to get a bowl from the upper cabinet. Opting to lean on your toes, you almost fell back in surprise when Stiles’ strong hand caught your wrist. He held it there above you as you looked up at him, feeling his warm breath fan over your face.

“Like I said, sweetheart.” You froze, reading his stern body language. He was trying to intimidate you, but all you could think about right now was closing the small gap between you and kissing him. Sure you were intoxicated, but his proximity made you even more so. Intoxicated by him, that is. “Not until you put a shirt on.”

His grasp was still on your arm, but it was lowered between you now. Your body burned, only partially fighting off the urge to jump him right then. “Stiles...” you focused on his hard stare, the freckles littering his cheeks, his dark pink lips. “You don’t really want that.”

You heard him inhale a deep breath, “Y/N,” he warned. But you ignored him, finally diving forward, crashing your lips to his. Stiles froze, while you just wrapped your arms around his neck. It only took half a second for Stiles to kiss you back, growling into your lips. You pulled him close, pressing your body into his while his hands found the warm skin of your waist. Your entire form sizzled with the contact, loving the taste of him.

Only seconds had gone by before he firmly pushed you away by your hips. “Y/N. Y/N, stop.” You were confused, his quick rejection causing your chest to tighten. “We-- we can’t.”

“What Stiles? You don’t want me?” you retorted in disbelief, completely flustered.

“Babe, you’re drunk,” he tried to reason. You pushed away from his hold on your hips, a sour laugh escaping you.

“Sorry, Stilinski. I didn’t realize you’d be totally repulsed by me,” you flared. Many emotions swelled within you, but drunken anger took over all of them. Here you were, fully throwing yourself at your crush and he didn’t even want to kiss you.

“That’s not it,” the boy mumbled, sighing heavily. You just scoffed turning to get away from him. “God, I am not doing this again.”

You snapped your head back around at his comment. His palms rubbed over his jaw anxiously. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Let’s not get into in it.”

Your brows furrowed. “Spit it out, Stiles.”

“You don’t remember?” He seemed almost as upset as you were, the temperature of the room rising. “Jesus, you don’t even remember,” he shook his head, hands rubbing the back of his neck now after he noticed your bewildered features.

“Remember what?” You had no idea what the hell he was talking about. After a moment of strangled silence you growled, “For the love of god, just tell me!”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, Y/N.”

“Huh--”

“It was hard enough to push you away the first time. I don’t think I could control myself enough to keep you away.” His fingers tugged on his messy hair, frustrated.

“What?” You were dumbfounded, unable to recollect anything about the scenario he was referring to. “Are you saying we’ve... kissed?”

He forced out a sharp laugh. “It was a little more than that.” Your face burned red. How could you not remember any of this?

You tried to organize your thoughts in your flustered state. “What- why didn’t you say anything?”

“You acted completely normal the next day. I thought you didn’t want to talk about it. I thought you regretted it...” he mumbled the last part.

You shook your head. “I don’t even remember. Shit did we... did we fuck?” Your eyes grew wide. Of course you’d forget sleeping with the one person you’ve liked since forever.

“No. No, of course not. You were drunk and I have way too much respect for you.” You calmed a little, but more questions popped into your mind. “Which is why I can’t kiss you right now even though it’s killing me not to,” he all but grumbled.

You blushed. The heat of the moment was still present but dispersing around you. His last phrase echoed through your mind.

“Y/N?” he asked cautiously after you hadn’t said anything.

“I...” you fumbled around in your brain trying to find something to say. “I’m sorry I’ve put you in this position. Twice now,” you forced a laugh, looking down at your exposed figure and picking nervously at the skin around your fingernails.

Stiles scrunched up his face at your suddenly saddened demeanor. “Don’t apologize,” he spoke softly. “It’s okay.”

Silence took over the room. Neither of you could bring yourselves to speak up.

“I like you, you know.” The words abruptly left your lips, shocking yourself even more than Stiles. “I know we’re friends. Really good friends. But I like you more than that.” You surprised yourself even more as you found your voice calm and confident.

Your gaze finally met his honey eyes which were boring into you. “I guess I only have the guts to do something about it when I’m intoxicated.” Your shoulders lifted in a shrug as you laughed sheepishly, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Stiles’ jaw hung open, but no words tumbled out. You were getting hot and uncomfortable again. You confessed your feelings and he still has nothing to say. “Stiles?”

“Are you sure that’s not just the alcohol talking?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure. I mean the alcohol definitely helped with the delivery, but my feelings are sober.” In fact, you were sobering up by the second.

You were annoyed now. The boy still stood there not saying anything.

“Damn. I’ll take the hint, okay?” you spat, spinning around to go upstairs. You dragged yourself up the steps to Stiles’ room hoping that he wouldn’t follow you. It was much too late to go running home at this hour but you couldn’t stand to look at his stupid, pretty face. You were humiliated, angry, but most of all, hurt.

Shutting the door behind you, you rummaged through the middle drawer of Stiles’ dresser, pulling out one of his t-shirts. Taking off your bra and pulling the black shirt over your head, you turned to face the mirror hanging on the wall. Oh god, you looked like a drunken disaster.

Your hair was in tangles and your dark eye makeup smudged at the corners of your eyes. Your face was flushed with eyes burning red, but those were just the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. You refused to let them, though.

You huffed, moving over to the bathroom attached to the room. You used water to wash your face of the messy makeup and put some toothpaste on your finger to wash out the horrible liquor and strange words you had said downstairs from your mouth. Your finger swiped over your bottom lip as you remembered how Stiles’ lips felt against them.

You didn’t let yourself sink into those thoughts. You turned off the light as you left the bathroom, only to discover Stiles sitting on the end of his bed. You hadn’t heard him come in.

His eyes raked over you slowly, and you could see his throat bob in a gulp.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you offered, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. “I get it. We’re just friends. Sorry I’ve complicated everything...” You prepared to continue rambling, just wanting this night to be over already.

“You may have complicated things a little,” his lips quirked up, “but I haven’t thought about you as just a friend in a while.”

Your eyes blazed in confusion and shock as you just stared at him. “What does that mean?” You craved more information to be sure you were understanding correctly. Your words were almost a whisper.

“It means I like you,” the boy chuckled at your expression. “A lot.” Your heart hammered in your chest.

“But, downstairs...” you mumbled, not knowing how to finish.

He chuckled once more. “I’m sorry. What happened downstairs was a lot to take in.” You slowly started moving closer to your long time friend, hanging onto his every word. “I’m just... scared you won’t remember this in the morning,” he whispered.

“Stiles,” his name drew from your lips. You were now positioned in front of him, his nose turned up to look at you. You let your fingers move through his soft, dark hair. “I don’t think I could forget this even if I wanted to,” you hummed happily. “And trust me, I don’t want to.”

You put your knees up on the bed on either side of him, straddling him as your skirt rode up your thighs. Your hands were now placed on his jaw with his on your legs, your pretty eyes meeting his in an intense stare.

“You promise?” He looked worried but hopeful.

“I pinky promise.” You came closer, intending to lock lips with him for the second time that night, but his hands shot up to catch your wrists, pulling back slightly.

“Babe,” he grunted, unwillingly. “I don’t think we should. Not ‘til you’re sober.”

You pouted. After everything tonight has been, you at least wanted a fucking kiss. “Just one innocent kiss,” you pouted even more, hoping to convince him. His eyes darted down to your bottom lip sticking out, and he grunted again.

“Just one,” he choked out, unable to hold himself back any longer.

He pulled you in by the back of your neck and your needy lips finally connected in a hungry and passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck trying to pull him as close to you as possible. His rough fingertips moved up your legs and rested strongly on your hips. It was pure magic, unlike the kiss of drunken madness from earlier. You smiled into his lips despite not being able to breathe. Both of you were enjoying each other too much to break away for air.

You pulled away first, resting your forehead against his. Your breaths seemed to match as you both calmed down from the heated moment. “We should get you into bed,” he spoke up first. “You better fucking remember all of this, Y/N.”

You laughed. “I pinky promised, didn’t I?” You watched as he stood and pulled back the covers of his bed for you to climb into it. You happily obliged before you noticed him start to walk away.

“You’re not actually thinking of sleeping on the couch, are you?”

“Well I can’t sleep here,” Stiles laughed. “I don’t trust you to not jump my bones and take advantage of me.” If he was still standing near you, you would’ve hit him.

“Just get into the bed, idiot,” you laughed. He removed his shoes before turning off the light.

“Fine. But no funny business,” he chuckled, laying down in the sheets next to you.

“Have it your way,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before rolling onto your side. You felt his strong arm wrap around your waist, spooning you. You laced your fingers through his and held them to your chest, perfectly content with your life right now.

“I cannot fucking wait ‘til you’re sober, Y/N,” he breathed into your hair. “Then I’ll be the one taking advantage of you.”

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mogulinteriororlando · 8 years ago

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Stewart Twombly

Stewart Twombly by jadewonders featuring blue jeans ❤ liked on Polyvore

#polyvore #fashion #style #John Lewis #Tommy Hilfiger #Levi's #Halogen #GlassesUSA #clothing

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strifexchaos · 10 years ago

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18 icons of Dylan O’Brien as Stewart Twombly in The Internship

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#mine #dylan o'brien icons #the internship #stewart twombly #rp icons #dylan o'brien

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heartstoppertv · 11 years ago

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Dylan O'brien hotness

I just finished watching The Internship...and I have one fangirl problem.. I can decide which Dylan is hotter... Dorky-Nerdy-Cute-Dylan-with-a-beanie-and-glasses in The Internship or Evil-Void-Possessed-Stiles in Teen Wolf

#dylan o'brien #the internship #stewart twombly #teen wolf #void stiles #nogitsune #evilstiles #hot #fangirl problems #stiles stilinski #Stiles

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adventuretreyz · 11 years ago

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Also he drew Dylan O Brien from The Internship

#dylan o'brien #the internship #Stewart Twombly

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jesperfahey · 11 years ago

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#dylan o'brien #the internship #stewart twombly #constileslations #l o l this is pain #mine #1k

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nastianewman · 11 years ago

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he can be different, but he's perfect anyway

#teen wolf #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #intership #stewart twombly

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skiesofthesketchy · 7 years ago

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The Office: part 3

AN:// lol bet yalls weren’t expecting to hear from me! yeahhhh... sorry it took me forever to post this next part. u know how life goes... :) anyway, here it is! long overdue but i hope you guys like it!! pls let me know what you think! much love <3

Part One and Part Two in case you forgot (which is my fault oops)

Author: skiesofthesketchy

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + reader

Word Count: 3,378

Warnings: Just some cursing.

Rays of sun kissed every corner of the large park as I swung happily, enjoying the breeze through my hair and the soft squeaks from the swing set. “I bet I can jump off farther than you can,” he said from beside me.

“Yeah right.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Hell yeah! When I win you have to buy me an ice cream cone. Actually TWO so that I can shove one in your face and eat the other while I laugh at you,” I giggled, swinging higher and higher.

“No. When I win, you’ll be the one covered in ice cream!”

“You wish,” I laughed. “Go on then, jump!”

And he did, landing with a thump in the grass, only stumbling sideways a little. “And that is how it’s done,” he cheered arrogantly. “Now jump already so I can shove an ice cream cone in your face!”

“Whatever!” I yelled as I prepared to jump from the swing. I was flying until I hit the ground rather ungracefully, and stumbled backwards, landing on my ass. All I could hear now was Dylan’s howls of laughter. The bastard didn’t even bother to help me up.

I stood and dusted myself off while he composed himself, though it took a few minutes. “That was great,” he said, wiping an imaginary tear from under his eye. “Now it’s time to pay up.”

I pouted but followed Dylan reluctantly to the ice cream stand across the park. I watched him pay for a vanilla ice cream cone, and when he turned to me, I took off in a sprint.

“Hey! Come back here Y/N!”

“You’ll never catch me!” I yelled over my shoulder. I knew I wouldn’t be able to outrun him but I ran as fast as I could. I passed a group of children playing soccer and a few dogs playing fetch with their owners, everyone enjoying the sunny afternoon.

Running out of energy, I headed for the large elm tree in the middle of the park, where I rested and caught my breath, preparing myself for the inevitable.

“Dang, you’ve gotten faster,” he remarked, just as out of breath as I was.

“Just do it already,” I pleaded, closing my eyes and waiting for the cold treat to coat my face.

“You didn’t think I’d actually dump this ice cream on you, did you?” he chuckled.

I opened my eyes. “What do you mean? I lost the bet.”

“But that would be mean. I got this so we could share it,” he smiled, pulling me against with his arm around my waist. I was surprised, but smiled at him- the boy of my dreams. “Here,” he said, before abruptly shoving the ice cream onto my mouth and chin.

“Dylan!” I screamed. “I can’t believe I fell for that!”

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, which distracted him enough for me to snatch the cone from his hand and do the same thing he did to me.

“Hey!” I only smirked at him while licking whatever ice cream was left in the cone. “That was uncalled for.”

“You deserved it.”

Dylan glared at me playfully before grabbing me by the waist again and pulling me in for a kiss, our sticky ice cream faces now smooshed together.

I broke the messy kiss. “You’re crazy, Dylan O’Brien.”

“Not as crazy as you.”

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Great. This is just great. Memories that I haven’t recalled in months now invaded my mind with a thick fog that I couldn’t see through. I couldn’t sleep last night, and trying to focus right now seems impossible, as I trudge into my office building in my zombie-like state. Why can’t I stop thinking about him?

I try to push any thought of Dylan and Lauren out of my head as I make my way to my desk after stepping off the elevator. Quietly mumbling a hello to Ben, I slouch at my desk and start my computer.

“Well, good morning to you too, sleepy head,” Ben chirped, pursing his lips with his usual sass.

I just gave him a look as if to say, “I’m not in the mood.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “I know you have your cranky mornings, but you don’t have to be a soggy hoe about it.”

“Sorry,” I huffed. “I just... don’t want to be here right now.”

Ben sighed dramatically. “I do not know why I put up with you sometimes,” he said, taking one of two coffees from his desk and putting it onto mine.

I swiftly grabbed the coffee and greedily took a few gulps, immediately feeling better. Did I mention how much I love coffee? “Me neither, but I’m incredibly lucky that you do,” I hummed, leaning over and kissing Ben on the cheek.

He laughed. “It is quite amazing how fast your mood changes with a little caffeine. You’re welcome baby doll.” He cleared his throat. “So what’s the deal?”

“With?”

“Queen Bitch and your man. Duh”

“I wouldn’t know. I just walked in. And I wholeheartedly hope that I don’t have find out all the gory details of last night.”

“And I wholeheartedly hope you do, because work was just starting to get boring before you walked in with lover boy yesterday. Oh wait, two lover boys.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well I’m glad my hot mess of a life amuses you. And I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just refer to my co-workers as ‘Lover Boys.’”

Before Ben could respond, a laugh echoed throughout the office; one that drives me absolutely insane. Lauren, with her arm hooked on Dylan’s, cackled as they entered. What's so funny? And why does my desk have to be so close to the elevators?

I caught Dylan’s eyes and he smiled and nodded towards me. I forced a smile back, but my face dropped once I met glances with Lauren. Her eyebrow raised and she smirked. “What kind of game is she playing?” I mumbled, as the two of them made their way towards their desks.

“Who even knows?” Ben chimed in to what was supposed to be my own personal conversation. “But by the looks of it, their date last night went well.”

All I could do was groan. Of all the girls at the office, why her? If Lauren wasn’t in the equation, I probably wouldn’t be having these feelings for him flooding back to me, though Ben would probably disagree.

“Whatever. I’m just going to focus on work, and not think about them at all,” I said, trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince Ben.

“Whatever you say, Hun.”

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The morning went by excruciatingly slow. It felt like I had been perched at this desk for days, but only a few hours have passed. I tapped my fingers impatiently, finding it hard to sit still.

“Can you chill?” Ben asked. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with your leg bouncin’ all the time. Please don’t make tapping a thing or I will have to murder you mercilessly. Right here in the office. Don’t embarrass us like that, Y/N.”

“I think I need another coffee.”

“No, no, no. Caffeine will just make you more fidgety. Go take a walk or something. Here,” he said, handing me a pile of folders. “Go run these reports over to Trends for me. Thanks hun bun.”

“Ben, no.” He knows fully well that Dylan works over in Trends.

“Girl, yes. You and I both know that you’re just dying to talk to him.”

“No, I most definitely don’t want to talk to him.”

“Yes you do. Now go.”

“No.” Ben gave me a look that reminded me of when my mom used to scold me as a child. “Ugh,” I pouted. “Fine. But I hate you.”

“Sure you do.”

Bringing the large stack of folders up to my chest, I stood up and started heading towards the Trends area. Striding over, I put the reports on James’ desk, the leader of the team. He nodded to me as a thank you, and I pivoted to head back to my desk, but someone called my name.

“Oh, hey Dylan,” I responded, walking over to his desk. I was kind of hoping to avoid him, since he was oh so snuggly with Lauren this morning, and I would rather not have to hear about it, but it was too late now. He had stood up and made his way around the desk to lean on it. “How are you?”

“Doing pretty good. How ‘bout yourself?” he asked.

“A little tired, not gonna lie. This day just feels like it’s dragging on.”

He laughed. “I know what you mean.” I peered around, checking to see if Lauren was ready to pop out of nowhere like she usually does.

“So...” I hesitated, not really sure if I should actually finish this sentence. “How was your date last night?” I asked, nudging his side as I turned to lean on his desk beside him, my teasing and cheery attitude hopefully covering up the fact that my whole body was burning with anger and, fine I'll admit it, jealousy.

Dylan looked at me with the same expression he had yesterday after I found out him and Lauren would be going out together. Studying my features, analyzing my expression.

I kept up my happy demeanor even though the way he looked at me caused more mini flashbacks of our past relationship to pop into my head.

“Oh,” he said after a moment, finally turning away. “It was nice.”

“Just nice?” I asked, still teasing.

He let a sheepish laugh leave his lips. “Yes, it was the perfect amount of nice. Quite nice indeed.” I smiled when he decided to humor me.

“Hmm, interesting. I didn't think you were the type of guy to settle for ‘nice,’” I replied, using air quotes. I was technically implying that he could do better than Lauren, and I was only half hoping he would pick up on that.

“Oh, Y/N.” He stood up and placed himself in front of me. “I know you think you know me, but I've changed a lot in the past two years.” Is that a smirk I see?

“Well, Dylan, I've changed a lot too,” I poked him in the chest.

He squinted and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “I can tell.”

Though I was curious to find out what about me he found noticeably different, I ignored that part of me. “I’m guessing you’re still a huge Star Wars nerd, though.”

“Of course! How can anyone not like Star Wars?” he defended himself, laughing.

“I’m not trying to knock Star Wars, I’m just making fun of you.”

Dylan gasped mockingly. “At least I’m not obsessed with that dumb reality tv show! What was it? The Bachelor?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I watch it for comedic purposes! And the Bachelorette is way better. Boy drama is hilarious.”

As we laughed together, I found myself staring at him again. The moment felt exactly like the one we shared yesterday just minutes after we had met for the first time in two years. I knew what he was thinking, because I was thinking the same thing: this feels just like old times.

“Dyl!” We both heard Lauren’s annoying call, but neither one of us acknowledged it, trying to stay in our moment for just a few seconds longer before we were inevitably interrupted.

I was the first to look away from Dylan and at Lauren, who seemed to be pissed judging by the way she stomped over to us in her heels. Her perfectly perfect smile wasn’t enough to cover up her mood this time. It was only when Lauren firmly grabbed Dylan’s shoulder that his eyes left me.

“Hi babe!” she squealed, completely ignoring my presence now. “Look what I brought you!” Her face was dangerously close to his and to be honest, he looked kind of uncomfortable with the proximity. Or maybe it was the yelling. Why the fuck was she so loud and high-pitched all the time? “It’s green juice. It’s like super healthy for you, and that’s why I got you one! You have to keep your energy up, it’s still your first week on the job!”

“Oh, Lauren. Thanks,” he said, taking the bottle of green, lumpy slime in his hand.

“It’s no problem at all! Anything I can do to help you, babe!” There’s that word again. Cringe.

Since Lauren obviously doesn’t give a damn that Dylan and I were having a conversation, I’ll just leave. I don’t want to hear her obnoxious voice anymore. If I don’t leave now, I might have to hear her spew something about their “nice” date last night.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” Lauren whispered, bringing her arms around his neck, not ashamed at all to act so clingy while in the office. I’m going to vomit.

“Alright, and that’s my cue to go.”

“Oh! Y/N, I didn’t see you there,” Lauren smiled sweetly, still clinging to Dylan.

“Sure you didn’t,” I replied, not in the mood to play fake nice today. I smiled at Dylan before squeezing past them.

“Wait, Y/N,” he called after me.

Instead of sticking around to hear what he wanted to stay, I glanced back with a, “See you later!” before heading back to my desk.

“So, how’d it go with Lover Boy?” Ben asked. I huffed.

“It was going great, until you-know-who showed up.” Ben and I made an “Eck,” sound in unison.

“Let me guess. Lauren has already made wedding announcements?” I just snickered in response. What did Lauren mean when she said she “had fun” last night? Did they just have a delightful dinner or did they...

“Y/N. I need you in my office,” Cheryl interrupted my thoughts, thankfully. She sped away before I could even respond to her, but I quickly got up to follow her back to her office.

After closing the door behind me, I took a seat in front of Cheryl’s desk. “Has the new employee been acquainted?” she asked bluntly, and somewhat disinterested as she looked over papers on her desk.

“Mr. O’Brien? Yes,” I replied. “He settled in easily and has been hard at work. He fits in nicely in my personal opinion.”

“Good. That’s very good,” she glanced up for a moment before shuffling through more documents. “Remember to have his report written up by next week.”

“Of course.”

“Also, I need you to help finalize the current campaign proposal before we bring it to the board tomorrow. I would do it myself but I need to leave early today.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Great. Mr. Barnes is waiting for you in his office.”

“Ethan?” I said aloud without thinking.

“Yes. Is that a problem?” She looked at me confused.

“No, ma’am. Of course not.”

“I understand you two are dating now, but I expect you to keep it professional while at work.”

I found myself too shocked to respond as she ushered me out of her office without another word. Even my fucking boss thinks Ethan and I are dating. Great. If this “news” has reached Cheryl already, why haven’t I been contacted by HR? I guess I’ll deal with that problem when it arrives.

Slouching my way over to Ethan’s personal office, I mentally prepared myself for his flirty demeanor and cocky persona. I knocked a few times before letting myself in.

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise,” he said, winking at me. “For what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cheryl wanted me to help you with the campaign proposal you’re working on.”

“Oh, perfect. Come have a seat.”

I made myself comfortable across from him at his desk while he rearranged papers and folders, handing me a few. “Alright let’s get started.”

I was surprised to find that Ethan and I working together on this project was strictly professional. No snide remarks or innuendos from him. He’s actually a decent person to be around when he’s working. We finished rather quickly and I was relieved. It’s well past lunch hour and I haven’t eaten. “Thanks for your help on this. If I had to handle this myself it would’ve taken forever.”

“No problem,” I replied. “I’m happy to be of service.” I stood up and stretched a little before making my way to the door. I only made a few steps before I felt Ethan grab my hand.

“Wait, Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to apologize,” he said.

“For what?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“For yesterday. I basically demanded that you go to lunch with me, and I came off like a total jackass. I’m sorry.” I searched his steel blue eyes and all I found was sincerity. I never thought I’d hear an actual apology from Ethan Barnes.

“I appreciate your apology,” I smiled.

“For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you said yes. I had a great time,” he said with a soft smile.

“Me too.” I looked down at his hand still holding mine, and wondered what would happen next. I don’t know if I want anything to happen at all. Maybe I should just leave...

“O-oh,” we heard someone say from the doorway, and my head snapped up to see it was Dylan. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said audaciously, chest out and eyes scanning Ethan and his grip he still had on me. It was obvious he wasn’t sorry at all, and his bold aura that entered the small room made me drop Ethan’s hand as if I had done something wrong.

“A polite knock wouldn’t have killed you,” Ethan shot back, obviously annoyed. But there was something else in his tone... Suddenly I could feel the tension in the room, and it was rising as the two glared at each other.

“Well anyway, Y/N, I need to talk to you about this report,” Dylan said, completely ignoring Ethan’s reply.

Wanting to avoid whatever the hell was going on here, I left Ethan’s side and started towards Dylan and the exit. “Um, yeah of course--”

“What was your name again? Was it Daniel?” Ethan interrupted my flee, stalking forwards arrogantly.

“It’s Dylan.” His jaw clenched as he mimicked the dominant posture Ethan displayed.

“Right,” Ethan dismissed. “Well I just want to emphasize to knock next time,” he all but growled. “It’s rude and incredibly unprofessional to barge in the way you just did, and Y/N and I were not finished doing business.”

“Whatever I walked into sure as hell didn’t look like business.”

I saw the anger rising in Ethan’s eyes and I wanted to interject, but I’m too occupied with confusion as to why I’m suddenly standing in a warzone between the two alpha-males. Both obviously have issues with one another but I can’t figure out why.

“Whatever business I have with Y/N is none of your business. So why don’t you go ahead and show yourself out while we finish up here,” the blonde sneered. They’re talking like I’m not even here.

“You see, I would but I kinda have this really important work thing that I need her help on, so yeah. Not leaving without her. Thanks though.”

Ethan was all but fuming because of Dylan’s remark, and I finally came out of my shock and confusion long enough to cut in. “Alright boys. That’s enough. Ethan, we were done anyway.” I looked into his blue eyes with a warning not to argue. Turning to Dylan, I gestured for him to lead the way out, wanting to keep myself between the two. With the door shutting loudly behind me, I took a deep breath, happy to be out of that intense situation. Why it escalated so much was still a mystery to me.

“So, what is this report we’re looking at?” I asked, as we walked back through the office and towards my workspace.

“Here,” he responded, handing me a folder covered in colorful sticky notes. He was obviously still tense. “James told me you were the best person to talk to about this.” I sat down in my chair and quickly skimmed the first few pages.

“Right, okay. Well--”

“Are you hungry?” he interjected. “We can talk about it over lunch.”

“God, I’m starving! Yes please.”

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