#dylan o'brien x fem! reader

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ok but like maybe stiles stilinski with a spoiled rich reader maybe who has vibes like lydia?¿? maybe w number 21 ?¿? possibly…

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omg, this is literally the longest fic I've ever written for this blog, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Rich! Vampire! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 6.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language and smut || I was forced to watch twilight and this is what happened I love it || kinda sub stiles || mentions of mates || scent glands || marking || mentions of Wattpad & fanfic || i got WAY too into this shit man- || stiles did research || biting kink || blood kink || multiple rounds || oral || face sitting || cum eating || creampie || unprotected sex ||

“So, tell me again how this happened?” Coach was baffled as you sat in his class, your hand in Stiles’ as the topic interrupted your lesson in your economics class. “Like, the dating part. How the heck did you end up with her, Stilinski?!”

You cleared your throat, raising your hand. “I uhm… we’ve been dating for a while, Coach.”

“Yeah, I know! I just didn’t believe it until I saw Stilinski trying to kiss you when he thought I wasn’t looking! Come on kid, you’re that desperate?!” Bobby groaned, pressing his face into his hands. “Why is it always the nice ones who get with the… the Stiles?”

You laughed. “I don’t know who you’ve talked to, Coach, but I am not nice.”

“Yeah, she’s not!” Scott said, twirling his pencil before you glared at him. “Nice. Sh-She’s not nice.”

“Oh, shut up, McCall! You’re just mad because Stiles likes hanging out more with me than you,” you stuck your tongue out at him, letting out a soft humph as you cross your legs under the desk. “And he’s mad I took his boyfriend too.”

“Y/N, we weren’t-”

“Hush darling, Scott and I are talking,” you say, smiling widely at him as you kiss his nose. “Thank you baby.”

“This isn’t happening,” Coach groaned into his hand before the bell rings, a giggle falling from your lips. “Right? This isn’t happening?”

“Oh it’s happening!” You laughed, standing as Stiles cleared his throat.

“Y/N, baby, I have practice today.” He said, Scott coming behind him and sticking his tongue out at you. “I’m sorry.”

You pouted, pretending to think. “Why don’t you just skip? I’ll buy the school new lacrosse gear.”

“I’m right here!” Coach yelled, but quickly got up. “I would be interested in new lacrosse gear though.”

“Yeah, see? Come on, let’s skip.”

“No! We have the quarter-finals this week, he can’t miss. Y/N, he can’t miss,” Scott turned to you, hoping that he could persuade you with those stupid puppy dog eyes. “Come on.”

“Oh I forgot about that,” coach mumbles, glaring at the wall. “Okay, he’s gotta come, but the school would like new lacrosse gear.”

“Here, how about this,” you say, shaking your head as you fix your skirt. “Stiles goes to practice and I’m on the field.”

Coach scoffed. “On the field? Doing what?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, leaning on the table as you pulled Stiles closer. He followed obediently as you licked your teeth, humming. “Play lacrosse?”

Scott scoffed. “Play lacrosse?”

You tilted your head, crossing your legs. “What, like it’s hard?”

Coach starts to laugh, nodding. “Okay! Okay, you’ll be on the field! Stiles, lend your girlfriend some clothes, we’re getting new lacrosse gear!”

Coach walked out as you giggle, Stiles staring at your smile and the sharpened canines that he fucking loved to stare at.

Scott starts to walk out, pausing to look back at the two of you. “Stiles, you coming?” 

“I-In a minute, Scott,” he smiled back at his friend before looking at you who positioned yourself on the desk with crossed legs. “I’ll be there.”

He hummed as he walked out, Stiles letting his hands settle on your hips as you parted your legs so he could slot himself between them. “Hey, my darling.”

You giggled, pushing back his hair. “Hey, honey,” you whisper back, smiling as you nuzzle your nose against his with a soft sigh. “Do you… do you think I’m too mean to Scott?”

“You’re not mean,” he says, laughing. “You and him have like… an ancestral rivalry. He’ll get over it.”

You giggle, pulling him closer for another firm kiss, groaning as your tongue pushed into his mouth, your hand pulling his head back by tugging on his hair. He groaned loudly as your tongue circled around his, humming as your head pounded. You could hear his heart beating incredibly fast, his arteries pulsating, and by hell’s name, you could smell the horniness drifting off of his body, along with the smell of dog because of Scott.

Even newly turned, you could still control yourself with Stiles as of yet. You both had had sex a few times, more than a few actually, but that was before you were actually aware of his… human-ness. You were born a vampire, now in your final years of highschool as you aged regularly and your family was kept alive by blood bags supplied by the numerous hospitals your family owned.

Your instincts never got in the way because of how well fed you were, but this was different. You could feel everything; his heart, his arteries, his veins, fuck even his cock pulsating. Your heightened senses caught everything, groaning as you attempted to pull him closer, another loud groan falling from his lips as you pulled him closer, a choke filling your ears making you pull away, your fangs grazing his bottom lip making him hiss.

A shiver runs down your back as he lets out a soft groan, laughing slightly as he licks his lip. “You alright, Y/N?”

You hummed, not really paying attention to his words as you stared at his lip dripping with that delicious coppery liquid, leaning forward to lick against his lip and a loud groan left his mouth as you sucked on his lip, desperate for that taste. It was different though, his blood tasted sweet, unlike blood bags, animals, and even humans for fucks sake.

“Y-Y/N,” he whispered, groaning. “I-It kind of hurts.”

You gasped as you pulled away, staring at his slightly swollen bottom lip as he smiled down at you, pushing back your hair. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, humming so that you would look at him. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” he says, his smile growing as he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “I’ll be a blood bank for you any day.”

You inhale sharply, shaking your head. “Don’t say that. Y-You don’t know how dangerous that is.”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head. “I know you can control yourself.”

You scoffed, pushing him back. “Did you not see what I just did? If you wouldn’t have said something, I would’ve kept going.”

“But I did say something,” he says, quickly stepping forward and holding your hips again. “Just because I said it hurt-ed, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head. “Hurt-ed?”

He hummed, nodding. “Hurted. It’s the past tense.”

You shook your head, laughing. “No it’s not, the past tense is still hurt.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not anymore, it’s hurted now.”

You giggle, shaking your head before sighing. “I’m gonna go write that check, okay? I… I think I’m gonna go home, too.”

His brows ruffled, quickly blocking you from jumping down. “Why?”

“Because it’s not safe for me to be around so many people,” you responded, humming as you quickly went around him. “Come to my house after school? We need to talk.”

He quickly caught your hand, one you could’ve easily avoided, but he shook his head. “Y-You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

You giggled, smiling sadly with a shake of your head. “Just meet me at my house, alright?”

He cleared his throat but nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss. “I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.”

You hummed softly, nodding. “I love you too, my darling.”

He swallowed as you walked out, pulling out your checkbook and writing a number with a lot of zeros on the main line before crossing out the rest, signing and doing the rest of the things before passing by Coach and pressing it to his chest. “Let me know if you need more, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“What? Where are you going?” He yelled out as you waved back at him.

“Have something to do at home! I’ll see you!” You yelled, looking back with a smile. “Good luck, Coach!”

He mumbled something as you walked out, quickly making your way back home and parking outside your secluded mansion that truly could’ve been out of the movie. It didn’t take you long to get up to your room, quickly getting caught by Kirshe, one of the vampire elders that your parents were friends with. “Y/N, are you alright?”

Of course she knew what you were feeling. “O-Oh, I’m fine,” you responded, humming with a slight smile. “Just some… relationship problems.”

She paused, her golden eyes trailing down your body before flashing a bright red. “He doesn’t know he’s your mate, does he?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not only that, Kirshe.”

She hummed, taking a deep inhale. “And he’s human too, isn’t he?”

You inhaled deeply, nodding. “Taken in by a pack of dogs.”

Kirshe laughed. “Oh, it’s always the best of us, my love. He’s… why are there problems now?”

“I tasted his blood,” you giggled, shaking your head with a scoff. “It’s just like the stories describe it. Addicting, sweet… perfect.”

“Do you want to turn him?” She asked, making you shrug. “Does he want to be turned?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

Back at the school, Stiles was going crazy. “Do you think she’s going to break up with me?”

“She would never,” Scott responded, scoffing. “She’s too in love with you.”

“You’re just mad because you thought she was hot,” Stiles grinned, putting on a shirt that hadn’t been near Scott. He knew how much you hated the smell of wolves. “Right?”

“Oh shut up,” Scott scoffed, shaking his head. “Where did she go anyways?”

“Home.” Stiles said, humming. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I can smell how horny you are.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I uhm… we were making out earlier. She was… sucking on my lip after it started bleeding.”

Scott froze, quickly looking at him. “What?”

“You’re overreacting so much,” Stiles said, shrugging. “We’ve had sex before.”

“But she’s never sucked your blood, right?”

Stiles could feel his cheeks heat up, about to say something before Scott groaned loudly. “Dude, the smell got stronger! Holy shit, does that turn you on?!”

“Fuck yeah it does!” Stiles said, thankful the two of them were the only ones in the locker room. “Dude, when we like, get heated, she runs her fangs along my neck, holy shit, it’s so hot.”

“And you want her to suck your blood?” Scott paused, staring at him. “You want her to turn you?”

Stiles paused, staring down at his bag before inhaling deeply. Is this what Bella Swan was feeling when she was with Edward Cullen?

“I want to be with her for the rest of my life,” Stiles said, grabbing his bag before smiling at Scott. “If it’s this one or one hundred, I don’t care. I want her, forever.”

Scott inhaled deeply before sighing, shaking his head with a slight smile. “You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?”

Stiles smiled, all sarcasm gone. “Yeah, I am.”

“What about your dad?” Scott asked the inevitable question, inhaling deeply. “I-I’m not trying to like… ruin anything, but if you get turned… what are you going to do to him?”

Stiles smiled, shrugging. “He’ll be my dad. Always. What he wants to do is up to him.”

After that, he waved goodbye and quickly drove to your house, way over the speed limit to get there faster. As soon as he pulled up, he smiled when he saw you on your balcony, staring at him like you knew he was coming - which you probably did.

He quickly got out, waving up at you as you giggled. Normally your family was there to greet him, but they were obviously gone as he walked inside and up to your room.

He doesn’t knock, mainly because there was no point, slowly walking behind you as you stood on your balcony. His arms go to wrap around your waist, leaning onto your body as he pressed soft kisses to your neck, your hand going to hold his jaw as you exhaled deeply. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Missed you. I changed into something that I hope doesn’t smell like Scott.”

You giggle, nodding. “And it doesn’t, thank you.”

“So uhm…” he whispered, humming against your neck as you moved your hands to settle over his. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, you read up on vampires when you met me, right?” You hummed, smiling as he nodded into your neck. “Did you get to the part about mates?”

He paused, his hands tightening around your waist. Did you find your mate? He had read up about them, but never really retained the information because no one ever spoke of them, but obviously for pure blooded vampires like your family, of course they existed.

“I-I… I did,” he whispers, pulling you closer. “There wasn’t much about how it works for bloodborne vampires.”

“Would you like for me to tell you how it works?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Wh-Why would you tell me if I’m not your mate?” Stiles whispered, slight annoyance in his voice before you started laughing. “What?”

“Stiles, you’re so lucky you’re hot,” you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re my mate.”

He paused, staring down at you blankly. He was your mate? Why?

When you started laughing, he realized he must’ve said it out loud, your hands cupping his face. “Why not? I think it’s fitting, don’t you?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant,” he didn’t mean to stutter, it always happened around you though. He groaned loudly as your fingers dragged down his neck, sparks following your touch as you smiled up at him. “I meant like… how are we mates?”

You paused, pursing your lips. “Kirshe said mates are decided by the gods where in past lives their love ‘changed the fate of the world’,” you mumbled, inhaling deeply as you stroked his hair. “Do you think we could’ve changed the fate of the world, Stiles? In our past lives?”

He inhaled deeply, nodding as he leaned his forehead down against yours. “I know we could’ve,” he whispered back, pressing his lips softly against yours. “Because I love you more than anything else in the world.”

You smiled widely, letting out a loud laugh as he picked you up and turned the both of you around to go back into your bedroom. He slowly laid you in the bed, crawling over your body and laying down next to you to pull you into his chest. You sighed heavily against his chest, stroking his shirt before pulling it down slightly to see his exposed skin. You could hear his heart beating, his valves and ventricles pumping, his lungs inhaling and exhaling, his diaphragm expanding and deflating - fuck, at this point, you hated that he was human at this point.

“Y/N?”

You hummed, looking up at him as your fingers trail over his exposed collarbone. “Yes, my love?”

“I-I was wondering… if you could uhm… turn me. Like, actually turn me… into a vampire like you,” Stiles said as you started to sit up, staring at your face pinched up as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Stiles, why do you want to be a vampire?” You asked, staring at him like he was crazy. “You would watch the people you love die over and over again. You have the choice to grow old and-”

“And what about you?” He whispered, taking your hand in his. Besides his dad and Scott, you were the only person alive right now that he cared for, especially after he was impacted by Void. You stuck with him even after that, how could he let you go now? “You would watch me grow old and wait for me to be born again? Huh?”

“That’s not what I meant, Stiles-”

“I want to be with you,” the brunette filled in, staring at you with those whiskey colored eyes. “For the rest of my life, and I want it to be where you don’t have to watch me die in the end. I want to spend… the rest of my life young with you.”

“But in turning you, I’d watch you die too,” you whispered, inhaling deeply as your eyes watered. You had thought about this before, turning him, but then you thought about what he would go through. You were the first bloodborne vampire ever recorded, because of course the Court took note of every vampire turned, but you were the first one born of two Elders who didn’t think they could get pregnant. You knew what vampires went through when they’re turned, but what would Stiles go through? Turned by a bloodborne who was their mate? “You have to die to become a vampire, Stiles. I would have to kill you.”

“Then kill me.” He sat up, holding your face in his hands as he smiled at you. “I’ve died before, what's another time?”

“Not like this, Stiles,” you whisper, gasping as he wiped the tears from falling down your cheeks, leaning forward to kiss against your skin. “The turning of a mate isn’t something that just happens. It takes days, months, rituals, I have to mark you, we have to be married for fucks sake-!”

You couldn’t finish, gasping as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap with a loud groan. “Well then mark me. That’s the start, right?”

You gaped at him, his stupid smile as he stared at you. “You know that means I have to bite you, right?”

“Yeah, it’s like those werewolf stories on Wattpad.”

“You were on Wattpad?”

“It was a dare, moving along. Does it like stay a bite mark or does it like turn into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, a bloodborne has never marked anyone before,” you say, but your eyes narrow at him. “The hell are you reading where it turns into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, it turns into their initials,” he shrugged, but paused. “Do I get to mark you too?”

“You want to mark me?” You say, smiling with a slight bounce making him hold back a grunt. “You can mark me right now.”

He smirked, staring at you as you slipped off your shirt to expose your shoulder. “Didn’t you say there’s a process?”

“Not for marking,” you respond, but pause. “But if you mark me, we have to get married soon, because I have to turn you in the span of a few months. Or maybe not because I'm bloodborne, so it could be different.”

“What if I don’t get turned?”

“You turn into a lust crazed monster until I do turn you, but it’s more lethal because since you’re so obsessed with sex, your mind doesn’t process the turn until your body is on fire. Well, it feels like it’s on fire.”

He pursed his lips. “So for the rest of eternity we’re just going to be a rich family hidden in the woods? Like the Cullens?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re just gonna ignore the fact that you’ll turn into a lust crazed monster?”

He grinned. “Well, who am I lusting for? You, right?”

“Well yeah, you have my blood in your veins, so of course you lust after me.”

“I see no problem in that.” He responds, ignoring the fact that his body might not register the turn.

You laughed, shaking your head as you pulled his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. “Well, you want to get this mating thing started, don’t you?” Your fingers move to trail down his chest after he unclasped your bra, your skin cold to the touch until his warm hands flattened against your back. “When you first bite, it’ll taste odd until that zing runs up your back. Then, I’ll tell you when to stop, alright? As soon as you stop, your mind might get kind of hazy and you’ll probably be really horny, alright?”

He laughed. “More horny than I am now? Impossible.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging on the hem of his shirt to pull it off. Immediately, he pulls away and raises his arms for you to take off his shirt, your eyes staring at his mole covered chest. You inhale shakily as you finally meet his eyes, your hands pressed against his warm chest as he pushed his face into your neck, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you pulled him closer before kissing his ear. 

“Are you sure you want this, Stiles?” You whisper, holding his face as you pull away. “It doesn’t have to happen now.”

He smiled up at you, shaking his head as he continued to press kisses to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “For the rest of eternity, remember?”

You smile, inhaling deeply as his tongue flattened against your neck making you lean your head to the side.

“Where do I bite?”

“Anywhere,” you mumbled, your mind hazy as you inhaled the smell that was so uniquely him, whiskey and mountain air combined with pine that made you walk straight toward him when you moved to town. “Anywhere you want.”

He pauses, pulling away to tilt his head up at you. “So it doesn’t have to be on your neck like in the stories?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course not. Anywhere you bite, like you said, it turns into initials surrounded by a slight imprint of your bite.” 

He pauses, letting his eyes trail over your bare torso as he slowly moves so that you were actually seated in his lap. “Can I do it…” he lets his eyes trail over your skin, humming as he pressed a soft kiss to the space of skin a little lower to where the end of your clavicle was. “Here?”

“Why there?”

“Because,” he whispered, his eyes almost darkening as he let his tongue flatten against your skin, getting it wet with his spit as you groaned, tilting your head back. Your hips automatically roll into his, a loud groan falling from his mouth as he pulls away for a minute. “You gotta show it off, don’t you? Gets you to wear those low cut shirts I fuckin’ love.”

You gasped as his teeth finally sunk into your skin, your body basically on fire as he groaned against your skin. Like you said, it tasted weird at first, coppery and tangy until it flooded his mouth, the smell of the perfume you wore that he learned wasn’t actually perfume shifting into taste instead of the layers of smell you always smelled like. It was sweet and fruity, like strawberries and cherries with sweet cream and that white angel cake, tangy from the berries and sweet from the pastries.

Fuck, it tasted so good. His teeth were deep in your skin, the only cooling part of your body where his teeth sank and drew blood, his hot body making yours feel even hotter.

You could feel your mind get hazy, your eyes rolling back as he tried to suck harder, a loud groan falling from his lips as his hands pawed at your ass, your hips rutting into his almost automatically before you tugged on his hair. “St-Sti, not too much, you could get sick.”

He basically whined, only pulling away by the tug of his hair before licking over the bite mark left on your skin. He panted, watching it as though it would change into the black tattoo-ink like color he was truly expecting it to turn in an instant.

You giggled, quickly catching his jaw before pulling him up to look at you. “It’s not going to happen until I mark you first, my love.”

He stared up at you, eyes a dark chocolate color, lips slightly stained and his tongue tinted a darker red. “Oh.”

You giggle, leaning down to press firm kisses to his skin, never stopping your firm thrusts of your clothed hips against his own, tongue trailing around his skin scattered with moles. “Where do you want it, baby?”

“Where everyone can see,” his hands were shaking from excitement, the taste of your blood sending electricity through his body, tongue flattening against your shoulder and holding back the urge to sink his teeth in again. “Wherever you want it to be, as long as it’s on show.”

“So…” you whisper, letting your tongue trail down the side of his jaw, pushing against the moles under his ear. “Like, here? Or… lower?”

“A-A little lower, please,” he whispered, words breathy as he focused on your hips rolling into his, hard and your hot cunt sliding against his hard cock. He could feel your wetness through your shorts and his jeans, hissing as you leaned forward and kept your hips there, releasing your weight just a bit to keep his cock slotted between your folds. “Fuck, please.”

You hummed, your tongue flattening on the pulse filling your ears until going to the side of his neck. “Here?”

“Mhm,” he merely hummed, nodding into your neck as his hands shakily grabbed your hips. “D-Don’t stop your moving hips, please.”

You giggle, your eyesight basically blurring as you stare at his neck, that one mole catching your eye before you inhaled deeply and felt your canines extend, a comical shing filling the room as you sunk your teeth into his skin. You could barely focus on his cock rubbing against your clothed cunt, one of his hands slipping in between you both to tug your shorts and underwear to the side, pushing his fingers into your leaking cunt and his fingers thrusting into your cunt. You were so tight, so so tight and wet, two of his fingers easily pushing into you and rolling his fingers inside of you.

You were so distracted with the taste of his blood, pushing in and out, in and out, but it was nothing compared to how good he tasted. He tasted like caramel, underlying with nutty butterscotch and whiskey, maybe a slight bit of salt that balanced everything out. You groaned loudly, eyes flying open as he pulled his finger out, the sound of him unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them to pull his cock out of his boxers and push his tip into you making you moan loudly against his skin.

Oh it was almost as though you couldn’t stop, your head pounding as you felt his veins pumping and heart beating, a soft gasp making you pull away, cursing. Was it too much? Did you take too much from him?

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, staring up at you with hazy eyes. “I liked it. I-I loved it. It felt like lightning-”

“Stiles.”

“L-Like lightning was traveling down my spine and filling my veins-”

“Stiles.”

He paused, staring up at you as you looked down at your skin, smiling when you saw the initials MS surrounded by the faded gray bite mark. “Mieczysław. Fuck, I love that name, I love your name.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, smiling as you giggled down at him, his face pressing against your skin before kissing his initials. “I love you so much.”

You smile as he slowly pushes you onto your back, his eyes a dark chocolate brown as he pulls out just for a minute, pulling off his pants after kicking off his shoes and tugging down your shorts and pretty panties. Your eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue against your wet slit, flicking his tongue against your puffed up clit before sitting back on his feet and pumping his cock. You could see his cock covered in cum, inhaling deeply as you looked over at his discarded boxers, a splatter of cum making you giggle.

“I made you cum in your pants, Mieczysław?”

He groaned as he pushed back into you, staring at the creamy ring he started to leave around your entrance that kept sucking him farther and farther into you. He groaned, his mind fully attentive to your cunt basically swallowing his length, whimpers and squirming finally starting when he left the last few inches. His eyes flickered up to your face, a groan falling from his lips as he saw his initials on your skin, your face pinched in pleasure and eyes rolling back as he thrusted into you sharply to watch that creamy ring settle on his base and your hands flying to his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck Stiles!”

He shook his head, holding your hips with a grunt. “No baby, call me by my real name,” he said, cursing softly as he started to thrust his hips, watching your body bounce with each thrust, your tits moving and his eyes trained on the mark he made. You were right, he was so fucking addicted to the feeling of you around his cock, more lightning traveling up his spine as your nails dug into his forearm, blood making your eyes flash red. “You always say it so fucking nice.”

He watched you groan loudly, moving so his chest pressed against yours and moving his arms to support him. He watched your mouth move to his forearms, your tongue flattening against his skin and licking up all of the blood, his mouth moving to your head to press kisses against your hair, groans falling from his mouth with each thrust before you moved to stare up at him, pulling him down to kiss him, that same coppery tang disappearing and fading into the same whiskey flavor you had been addicted to.

“Mieczysław,” you whispered, gasping as his thrusts got faster, whining as his hand pushed down to circle against your clit torturously before his other hand gripped your thigh, digging his nails so deep into your skin he drew blood. “F-Fuck!”

He groaned as he pushed his fingertips against your skin, covering them with that crimson liquid before pushing them into his mouth and slamming into you one last time to cum inside of you, the gushing of his cum making you cum from the almost inflation like feeling. It didn’t take you long to push him over, though, staring at his already healed forearm. You smiled as you began to roll your hips, desperate as his tip kissed your cervix, pushing deeper and deeper at this new angle as you moaned loudly, holding his chest and staring down at the mark with your own initials on his skin.

It fueled your movements, staring down at the cum smearing along his pelvis, whimpering as you bounced on his length. “Please, please, fuck!”

“You need my help, don’t you?” He teased, lifting his hips to roll into you at the same time you pushed down, your eyes rolling back as he pushed even deeper inside of you - something you truly didn’t think could happen. “Right?”

“Yes! Yes, yes!” You pleaded, gasping as he forced his hips up into you, thrusting over and over again at the same speed you were bouncing on his cock with even more force than you could ever imagine. You were so lost in pleasure, his warm hands holding your hips as you tried to stay sitting up, your body finally registering the fresh human blood in your veins. It had been a while since you had anything other than bagged blood or animal blood, and as a result, your high was gone and inevitably coming down until he slammed his hips up into you, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach snapped and a loud moan of his name - his real name - left your mouth.

He groaned underneath you, his cum gushing out of your cunt as you slowly got off, staring at his still hard cock. You giggle, smiling as you pumped his cock and licked the cum sliding down his shaft, groaning as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. You kept it in your mouth, moaning loudly as you bobbed your head, pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and staring at his face.

You didn’t register his human features, not anymore, his blood pumping and his lungs filling with air or exhaling air, only the fact that the cum on his cock tasted so fucking delicious and your fingers cupping and squeezing his balls which made his hips buck and you pull back to feel his cum flood your mouth. You groaned, sucking on his pretty tip and your hand fisting his cock, swallowing the salty liquid before pulling away.

Your mind was full of lust as you slowly crawled up his body, his hands immediately catching your hips as you hovered over his face. His eyes were hazy with lust as you grinned down at him. "You're such a good boy, honey. I think you deserve a treat."

He groaned loudly as you slowly released your weight, holding the sides of his head as his hands hold your thighs, your hips rolling into his mouth as his tongue pushed into your cunt, basically pulling all of the cum from your pussy, your eyes rolling back as one of his hands pushed between your thighs and straight into your cunt.

His flexing fingers guided the rolls of your hips, moans falling from your lips as you attempted to cover your mouth before a finger pressed to your clit and his teeth grazed your pussy. You whined loudly, your stomach twisting as you attempted to chase that high, his fingers pushing into you to press against that place that made your stomach go tight and your eyes roll back, curses falling from your lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Mieczysław!”

He hummed against your cunt, the vibrations making you shiver as he slowly lifted you from his face and push you down so you sat on his cock. He slowly pushed into you, a shiver going down your back as he held your face, pulling you up for a firm kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, Mieczysław,” you whisper back, smiling as his lips quirked up into a smile of his own, sighing heavily. “Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great,” he smiled, shrugging. “Really horny.”

You laughed, nodding. “We can keep going,” you whisper, smiling as you lay against his warm chest. “Just… let me lay here in your warmth for a minute.”

“Will you miss it?” He whispers, stroking your cheek as he stares down at you. “M-My warmth.”

You inhale deeply, nodding as your hand rubbed against his chest where his heart was, the beating already slowing down. “Yeah, I will,” you shrug though, giggling. “But we’re the first of our kind, my love. I’m hoping you’ll keep it.”

“Then I do too.”

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Reader needing to be a cockwarmer for Dylan some nights to be able to go to sleep. No necessarily sex, just the closeness. And Dylan is more than happy to oblige.

warnings - subspace, smut, cockwarming, sub!fem!reader, softdom!dyl, post-smut smuttyness, mentions of multiple orgasms, daddy kink

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“More,” you insist, rolling your hips lazily against his, gasping as your puffy clit catches on his weeping cockhead. Dylan makes a discontented sound, grasping at your waist in an attempt to halt your movements; though all it really does is serve to make you cry out, “daddy please! Need- need to feel you,”

“Shh, sweet girl,” he brings a hand up to the nape of your neck, twirling a calloused finger around a stray hair there. His lips connect with your forehead, and he ever so slowly twists your bodies until he’s underneath you, letting your overused cunt rest on the defined muscles of his abdomen.

“Daddy! Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy-“ you grind yourself down, tears spilling over your eyes from the overstimulation, but you’re so desperate for the closeness that you cling tight to him, tucking your head beneath his chin and breathing deep.

“Shh, bunny,” he slides you down onto his cock, ever so gentle, one hand supporting the small of your back. You relax into him, breathing softly into the crook of his neck, “s’okay, m’gonna keep you nice n warm,”

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Welcome

My name is Kaylin, I'm 19, and I'm in love with Ethan Landry. I love to read, write, and bake. I'm bisexual and single.

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pairing: dylan o’brien x fem!reader

summary: in which a breakup at a coffee shop brings about an unlikely friend, and the potential for something more

warnings: explicit language, slight fluff

word count: 4.3k words 

author’s note: part of the folklore series i am currently working on! enjoy<3333

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❝ and if my wishes came true. it would've been you. in my defense, i have none. for never leaving well enough alone. but it would've been fun. if you would've been the one. ❞ 

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You couldn’t pinpoint exactly how or why, but something in the atmosphere felt different. The feeling had been gnawing at you for a while, ever since you got your drink at Sal’s and sat down in one of the small booths. As you sipped on your hot chocolate, you couldn’t decide if it felt like a good different or a bad one, and that was what worried you. 

Ultimately, you decided to push the weird feeling to the side once you saw your boyfriend enter the coffee shop. A smile found its way onto your lips as your hand raised in a small wave to grab his attention and subtly motion him to make his way toward the two-person booth you were occupying near the far end of the cafe, the other spot in the booth obviously being for him. 

That small coffee shop known as Sal's had quickly become you and Noah's favorite place. You both started going there pretty frequently ever since your first date, where it rained so heavy after the two of you had finished seeing some random movie, and Sal's seemed like the perfect spot to seek refuge from the downpour since it was the only place on the street that was not crowded. That moment was almost two years ago, and now there you both were two years later, still together and going pretty strong. Or at least that's what you had wholeheartedly believed. 

Noah pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and slid into the seat across from you. There was a certain look on his face that made a worried feeling course through your body. You had a strong inkling that the look on Noah's face had something to do with the reason why everything had felt quite different. 

"Hey," He breathed out once he was settled in his seat.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, getting straight to the point and trying to find out if something was wrong. You two had been together far too long to walk on eggshells about things. 

Noah took a pause before answering; as if trying to really plan out his response to the simple 'yes' or 'no' question. His hesitation told you that whatever his answer was going to be wouldn't be good. "Fuck, this is so much harder than I thought it would be. I'm sorry."

"What's going on?" You asked, even though you were pretty good at reading between the lines and also reading Noah, so you had a strong idea as to what was happening after he stated what he did, but you couldn’t allow yourself to accept it just yet. You wouldn't allow the words "break up" or "it's over" to cross your mind. 

"I love you so much, Y/N. So, so much. You're one of the best things that have ever happened to me," Noah said as he went back and forth between looking at you and down at the wooden table. 

You didn't let yourself be happy about the words he had just said because you knew that a big 'but' was coming, and the words following it weren't going to be as sweet and nice. You didn't want to be a pessimist about the whole situation, but it was hard not to be when deep down, everything felt as if it was slowly but surely going downhill. 

"But," Noah began. There's that damn ‘but,’ you thought. "I think that we should break up."

His words were soft, and he decided to keep his gaze down to the table as he said them instead of looking into your eyes which were already beginning to glisten with tears. However, you quickly bit them back since you didn't want to break down and cry in the middle of Sal's. So, instead, you took a painfully long sip of your hot chocolate, carefully planning out what your response to Noah's statement would be.

But when the drink was placed back down on the table, you still had no idea what to say because the only thing running through your mind on repeat was Noah's past eight words. 

"Why?" Was the word that finally fell from your lips and broke the silence that began quickly building between the two. 

Noah's voice was quiet as he gave you a simple one-worded answer. "Audrey."

He didn't have to say the last name of the girl for you to know exactly who he was referring to. You knew a handful of Audrey's but also knew for a fact that there was only one that Noah could be talking about his ex-girlfriend.

"I bumped into her a couple of weeks ago, and we talked a little bit," Noah quickly explained. "And ever since then, I just started thinking; thinking about you and me, and how maybe this isn't the right thing anymore."

You nodded along to what he was saying, not knowing what else to do at that moment since there's not really an exact thing to do when the person you love is explaining how they have decided to break up with you. 

There was one question running through your mind, but you could not muster up the courage to ask it because you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to hear the answer. However, you did know that if you didn't ask the question, you would regret it later. So, you took a quick breath and let the words, "did you cheat on me with her?" tumble from your lips in a soft, quiet tone that showed just how embarrassed you were by having to ask the question. 

Noah quickly began to shake his head. "No, no, I didn't cheat on you. I promise. Me and Audrey only talked that night, nothing else. I would never do that to you."

You let out an internal sigh in relief as you looked at Noah's face and were able to tell that he was being honest. You had absolutely no idea how you would've felt if Noah had said yes. 

Don't get too happy, he's still breaking up with you, idiot, your mind harshly reminded you, causing the hurt you were feeling to increase tenfold. It was like that realization had hit you all at once and much harder than it had before. 

You could feel yourself start to get struck by every single one of the emotions that you had just bottled up, causing your eyes to well with tears, and this time you didn’t feel like you could successfully bite them back. You desperately needed to get out of that coffee shop before you started sobbing in front of Noah and the other five to ten people that were scattered throughout Sal's. 

"But, just know I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry," Noah finished off his statement from before. 

"Stop saying that, please," You said, somehow able to find your voice even though it came out somewhat weak. You cleared your throat before finishing off what you had to say with, "I-I need to go. I can't be here anymore."

You then grabbed your denim jacket that lay next to you in the booth and rushed out of Sal's, ignoring the sound of Noah's voice asking you to come back.

When you made it to your car that was parked quite a bit away from the coffee shop since parking had been an absolute nightmare, you slid into the driver's seat and finally let yourself cry, your mind unable to stop thinking about Noah's words; We should break up. 

With your past breakups, it hadn’t felt as hard as this did, but you knew it was because you had never felt so deeply about the other two boys you dated as you did with Noah. 

You and he had been together for so long that you truly believed you’d be together forever. Now, as you thought about that, you felt so stupid and wanted to scream at yourself for being that naïve. 

For a good five minutes, you let out every single thing you felt about the situation out into the open through your soft crying. Until you decided to pull yourself together and calm down, evening out your breaths and wiping away your tears with leftover fast food napkins that you grabbed from your glove compartment. Everything still hurt so fucking much, but you didn't want to cry anymore right then. 

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❝ i'm doing good, i'm on some new shit. been saying "yes" instead of "no." i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn't though. ❞ 

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At first, you ultimately changed your mind and decided not to go. However, once you were in your car and began driving, it was as if your mind was set on going there because before you knew it, your “random drive” was headed in a very specific direction. 

It had been almost four months since you had last been to Sal’s, but your brain still subconsciously knew the exact route to take. 

You had been to a bunch of new coffee shops during those long four months, seeing if you could find a new regular spot since Sal’s had become tainted by Noah and the fact that he chose that place, out of anywhere else in the world, to break up with you in. For a while, you hated him just for that fact; that he chose your favorite place to dump you. You knew that ruining Sal’s wasn’t his intention, but it still hurt, sometimes even worse than the breakup itself.  

Therefore, you became set on discovering a new, and hopefully better, place. Your simple hot chocolate was not the hardest thing to mess up, so it was easy to find a place that met your drink expectations; however, that was not your main concern. A good drink was one thing, but the ambiance was way more important to you. And none of the other coffee shops you had tried out over the past months could come close to the coziness you had always felt when you were at Sal’s. 

Maybe it was kismet for you to be there right then because parking had been almost suspiciously too good, and you were able to park on the street right in front of the small coffee shop. When you walked inside, you quickly noticed how empty it was, which did not surprise you that much since it was six in the evening on a random Tuesday. 

You took a brief look around the place, and somehow your eyes almost immediately landed on the booth where everything happened; an awkward and almost embarrassed feeling washed over you. 

For the most part, you were over Noah, but being so blatantly reminded of the breakup made it harder to stay inside of Sal’s. But, you refused to allow yourself to leave. So, after a middle-aged blonde woman placed her order for a medium oat milk latte, you stepped up to the register to order your hot chocolate, something that you had specifically been craving from there for way too long. 

The barista smiled at you. “Hey, you’re finally back.”

A look of surprise briefly flickered across your face before you replaced it with a smile, and you hoped that the barista, who over the years you had come to know as Dylan, did not recognize your momentary shock. 

Yes, you had been going to Sal’s for the past two years, but you didn’t frequent there too often, maybe only once a week, so you truly hadn’t expected anyone to take notice of your absence. Of course, you would always easily recognize the employees, but you didn’t expect that to be reciprocated because of how many customers they would get in a typical week or even day. 

It felt really nice to be known and remembered, though. The small gesture made you feel like you did make the right decision going there. 

“It’s been a weird few months,” You ultimately responded and shrugged, giving the barest minimum of truth.

Dylan nodded understandingly, and you ordered your drink. Once you had it in hand, you found an empty table at the far end of the coffee shop and settled yourself there. You put your headphones in your ears and went to start your “chill music” playlist that you had been curating since college, and it never failed to soothe you. 

You took a slow sip of your hot chocolate, which you heavily enjoyed, before pulling out a book from your cream-colored tote bag. You had picked up the book yesterday at a flea market shop that you were surprised was selling books along with kitchenware. The book's cover caught your eye first, but what fully attracted you was the plot and how it was so vastly different from your actual life; a mixture of dystopian and something that could have been pulled straight out of the Stranger Things writer’s room. 

Beginning the book wasn’t completely on your radar right then. However, you knew that if you didn’t occupy yourself with something, your thoughts would ultimately wander toward what had happened the last time you were at Sal’s, which would only lead you to start wallowing in self-pity. 

Thus, you turned up the sound of your headphones a little bit and opened up to the first page of the hardcover book, allowing yourself to become fully engrossed in it and taking a sip from your hot chocolate every now and again. 

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❝ i hit the ground running each night. i hit the sunday matinée. you know the greatest films of all time were never made. ❞ 

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You didn’t expect time to move quickly, but somehow it did, and you weren’t even the one to notice it. Instead, it was Dylan taking a seat across from you that caused your attention to shift from your book to his face. 

His mouth moved, and when you couldn’t hear him, you realized that you still had your headphones in. 

You pressed pause on the song you were currently listening to and pulled out both of your headphones. “Sorry?” 

“Um, we closed five minutes ago.”

His words surprised you. You quickly looked down at your phone and the time that was displayed on it, which was 9:06 pm. 

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” You told him and quickly began packing your things away, haphazardly tossing your headphones, book, and phone into your tote bag. 

“It’s fine. We usually warn everyone about closing about ten minutes before, but you looked so into your book, I couldn’t interrupt you,” Dylan responded and then stood up to continue cleaning off tables, which he was doing before he sat down in front of you. 

He was right, you were very into your book and hadn’t wanted to put it down for one moment in the past few hours, but that didn’t change the fact that you now felt like a complete asshole because you hadn’t meant to stay there that long. 

“I feel like an idiot,” You said as you stood up as well, pulling your bag on your shoulder before going to the nearest trash can to discard your now empty cup of hot chocolate. “I usually try not to be the last person at a place. As an ex-food service worker, I absolutely hated when people would stay until the last possible second.”

Dylan chuckled at that. “Where did you work?”

“It was this small diner in my hometown. It barely got any business, but whenever someone did come in, it always just so happened to be an hour or less before closing,” You said and internally sighed at the memories you had of working at that place. “It’s only you here tonight?”

“Yeah, Tuesdays are fairly slow, so we usually just have one person working in the evening,” He explained, and you nodded as you began helping him clear off tables, tossing the empty cups people left into the garbage can. “Also, you don’t have to help. I promise just because you were the last one doesn’t mean you have to temporarily work here now. That would only happen if you didn’t pay.” 

You laughed a bit at his final statement, which you could tell was a joke. “It’s fine. I want to help. But, if it makes you feel better, I promise next time I won’t pay for my drink. So, I’m basically making up my debt for that now.” 

Dylan considered your words for a moment before ultimately nodding. “Okay, deal. But, I will be holding you to that non-payment.” 

You smiled. “I have absolutely no problem with that.” 

A comfortable silence took over the space for a bit. Both of you were on opposite sides of the coffee shop, continuing to clean the tables until Dylan abruptly spoke. “Where have you been these past few months?”

At first, after hearing his question, you were completely quiet. You thought about lying and making up a random reason, but for some reason, you didn’t want to lie to him. So, you ultimately decided to tell the complete truth. “My, uh, boyfriend broke up with me here, so it was kinda hard to come back and not feel completely reminded of that whole thing.”

Dylan turned toward you and leaned back against the table he had just been clearing. “Woah, fuck, that sucks.” 

“It probably sounds dumb, allowing myself to be so affected by it, I guess, but it really felt weird even driving past this place for a while,” You admitted, dropping your gaze from Dylan’s as you simply shrugged. 

“No, no, I get it,” He said, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. “My ex broke up with me at an Olive Garden, and I haven’t been back to one since.” 

“No offense or anything, but it’s Olive Garden, so you kinda lucked out, honestly.” 

Dylan looked at you, incredulous, and you tried your hardest not to laugh at how offended he looked. “Hey, I will not allow any Olive Garden slander. Their breadsticks are amazing.”

You held up your hands in mock surrender. “I completely agree with that, but you have to admit, the breadsticks are their only redeeming quality.”  

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, as if he was really thinking hard about your statement. “Okay, I hate to say it, but you’re right.” 

“Thank you,” You smiled. “But, anyway, I don’t know how long it’s been since your break up, but if you really wanna go to an Olive Garden, you should do it. I definitely don’t regret coming back here again.”

Dylan considered your words for a moment before ultimately saying, “Maybe I will.” 

It was quiet again until you decided to break the prevailing silence this time around. “Can I admit something?”

Dylan nodded; neither of you had gone back to cleaning just yet. 

You didn’t pull your eyes away from his as you spoke. “I didn’t expect you to remember me here. That probably sounds stupid, but it did feel nice. So, um, thanks.” 

“Of course, I would remember you,” Dylan smiled at you. “You’re probably the only person that comes here and religiously orders a hot chocolate.”

You laughed. “I don’t know if I should feel offended by that. Part of me is saying yes.” 

“It’s a compliment, I promise.”

“Well, then, thank you. I will continue to buy my hot chocolate every day,” You said with a solemn nod of your head. “Oh wait, except for tomorrow. I refuse to pay for it tomorrow.” 

“Good,” Dylan nodded, and you could tell that he was holding back a laugh. 

You both continued cleaning up from there. You finished off the tables while Dylan did some things in the back, and it didn’t take long until everything was done and he was shutting off the lights, and you were both heading toward the front door. However, it was then that the two of you took note of how heavily it was raining.

“Wow, that’s insane,” You muttered and then looked over at Dylan. “How far are you parked?” 

He gestured to the left. “A couple blocks that way.”

“I’m parked right there,” You said, pointing to your car that you could see from behind the door was barely twenty feet away. “You can get in and wait for the storm to pass. I refuse to allow you to walk to your car in the pouring rain.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, of course,” You told him. “I hate driving in heavy rain, so I would probably be waiting it out in my car, anyway.”

“Okay,” 

With a minor plan set, you both finally stepped out of Sal’s and instead stood under its small awning. As Dylan proceeded to lock the door of the coffee shop, you reached into your bag to pull out your keys and simultaneously grimaced at how hard the rain was coming down. 

Apparently, Dylan noticed the look on your face because he said, “We could also just wait inside Sal’s until it stops raining.”

“No, you just locked up. Plus, I’m now fully committed to this makeshift plan we came up with, so we have to go through with it,” You explained, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. 

After a few minor moments of contemplation, you let out a small breath before you both began beelining toward your car. 

“Okay, not as bad as I expected it to be,” You said once you were settled in the driver’s seat. Your clothes were only slightly damp from the few seconds you spent getting pelted by the hard rain. 

“Yeah, it was very fun,” Dylan responded as he ran a quick hand through his dark hair. “Really refreshing, one may say.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Refreshing is the perfect word.”

You hadn’t started the car yet, so the only thing you could hear was the sound of the rain continuously hitting the windshield, and for some reason, you found that calming.

You took a quick look over at Dylan, and he was simply staring out the window. Suddenly you were hit with the overwhelming feeling of happiness, and it was mainly because of him. He became an unlikely friend at an even more unexpected time, and you felt very grateful for that. 

Before you could think too much of it, you reached over and placed a hand atop his, giving a gentle squeeze. “This is very random, but, just, thanks for being here. I’m glad you’re here.”

Dylan flipped his hand over and intertwined it with yours, a small smile gracing his features. “I’m happy you’re here too.”

You felt your body warm at his words, even though you were the one to initiate them. Once again, you decided to do something that perhaps you shouldn’t have, but you decided not to think too hard about the action. Your hand pulled away from Dylan’s and instead moved to his cheek. You were slightly hesitant at first because you weren’t entirely sure where his head was at in that moment. However, all thoughts about this potentially being the wrong thing completely vanished from your mind when you felt his lips press back against yours and his soft palm found your cheek. 

It was an uncomfortable angle that the two of you were in, but the kiss was the exact opposite. It was sure and certain, and somehow it felt completely right. 

When Dylan pulled back from the kiss, you didn’t know what you expected him to say, but you could wholeheartedly say that you did not expect the words, “I was thinking about going to Olive Garden this weekend,” to fall from his lips. 

Your eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment because of how abrupt the subject change was. Had you completely imagined the kiss that just happened? 

“Okay?” You ultimately responded, unable to hide the confusion from your voice. 

Dylan’s hand found your cheek once again, and although you were confused right then, you almost instinctively found yourself leaning into his warm palm. “And I would like you to come with me.” 

Suddenly, it all fell into place for you right then, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, oh, you’re asking me on a date. God, I was so confused about why you wanted to bring up Olive Garden right now.”

“I was trying to be smooth, and I came up with this on the spot and decided to run with it, and it was a complete fail,” Dylan rambled, and you found it way too adorable. “But, is that a yes?”

You kissed him again, and when you pulled away, you finally responded to his question. “Yes, I will go to Olive Garden with you. Solely for the breadsticks, though, and the fact that you will be there as well.”

Dylan grabbed your hand and pulled it to his lips as he spoke. “I’m glad that I rank on the same level as the breadsticks.” 

“You’re actually much better than them if I’m being completely honest.” 

“I feel honored,” He responded, and you let out a small laugh, your gaze locked on his smiling face. 

A few minutes passed, and it became quiet. The rain had almost completely stopped, and it was only lightly drizzling. Dylan could have left and headed to his car if he wanted, or you could have mentioned that the minor storm had passed. However, neither of you wanted to interrupt the current moment; hands intertwined, a comfortable and happy silence lingering throughout the small space. So, neither of you did. 

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

❝ i persist and resist the temptation to ask you. if one thing had been different. would everything be different today? ❞ 

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. .·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。. ·。. .·

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[marie-swriting]

And It Lasted - Dylan O'Brien

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Summary : During your first day as a 7th grader, you meet a boy who seems as lonely as you but little did you know, he's going to be the most important person for you.

Warnings : Fluff, feeling lonely, mention of pregnancy, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first langugage, tell me if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1k

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Contrary to popular belief, life is tough when you’re twelve, especially when you have no one to talk to. Your shyness has always stopped you from making friends. You always struggle to talk to new people and they don’t come to you either because they already have a group of friends. You have the feeling you’ll never fit in your school in Los Angeles. You really feel lonely, but you’ll get used to it, right ? At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

It’s the beginning of your seventh grade today and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling sick in your stomach. Every new school year, you’re afraid the teacher is going to ask you to introduce yourself in front of everyone. You hate it. You always feel stupid when doing so.

As you expected, the students meet each other and talk about their holidays while you wait in a corner, alone. You look at some friends groups, thinking they’re lucky to have people to count on. You wish you had the same chance.

You keep looking around you when you see a boy on his own, too. His face seems unfamiliar and it looks like he knows no one as well. Maybe that’s your chance to talk to him ? You’ve come to realise not doing anything doesn’t help you. You think maybe you should talk to him at least once, even if you’re not close after that, at least you would have tried and that’d be a good thing, right ?

You take a deep breath and walk to the boy. He has brown hair and an upturned nose. The closer you get, the more you can see his moles on his face, you think it’s cute. When you’re in front of him, you smile at him timidly. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” You say, nervously.

“I’m Dylan.”

You were hoping he’d keep talking. You guess you’ll have to do it yourself.

“You’re new here ?”

“Yes, I moved in about two months ago.” He informs you. “Are you new, too ?”

“No, I’ve always lived here.”

Then, there’s a new awkward silence. It’s really complicated to have a conversation with someone you don’t know.

“Where did you live ?” You ask, desperately hoping he’ll keep talking to you.

“In New-Jersey. It’s very different from here.”

You think you used all of your social battery for the day. You don't know what other questions to ask. You’re already embarrassed. Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to him. You’ve never succeeded in making friends before, why would it be different now ?

“You know, if you want to meet your friends, I’ll understand.” Dylan tells you, nervously playing with his fingers. “They’re probably waiting for you.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not gonna happen.”

“Would you like it if we sat next to each other in class ?” He wonders and you smile.

“I’d love that.”

As you agreed, you sit next to Dylan while the teacher explains what you’re going to learn  this year. You’re happy to see it’s going well with Dylan now. Maybe you didn’t have a deep conversation, but it’ll get better. You don’t want to get your hopes too high though, but you’d love to be friends with him. He seems like a nice and sweet boy.

“To get to know each other more, I’d like you to stand up in turn and say something about yourselves, such as your name, your age, your hobby or something else, if you want to.” The teacher orders with a smile.

Seeing the look Dylan gives you, you quickly understand that he thinks exactly like you. He absolutely doesn’t want to do what the teacher asked. You both wait for your turn with dread. Before you know it, it’s almost your turn. You’re praying it’ll end soon. Dylan speaks before you.

“My name is Dylan, I’m twelve and I love baseball.”

“What’s your favorite team ?” Mr.Walker asks, interested.

“New York Mets.”

“Great team, but not as good as the Dodgers.” The teacher teases. “Your classmate turns now.”

“I’m Y/N, I’m also twelve and I love to draw.” You stutter. 

“What do you like to draw ?”

“Everything, I don’t really have a preference. I’m still trying to find my style.”

“Very good.” He smiles at you. “Come on, next one.”

In the end, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Mr.Walker knows how to put you at ease and you think he’s the kind of person to always see the good in everyone. He doesn't seem like the kind of teacher who puts you down, you feel like he’s gonna bring the best out of you.

For the rest of the day, you get to know Dylan more and you become less shy, just like him. On second thought, you might have found a new friend. You hope it’ll last because he seems like a nice person. 

And it lasted. Dylan has been a part of your life for the past fourteen years now and you’re really grateful to life for putting him on your path. Since you met him, things have been easier. You’ve become less timid and you've got more and more friends, even if your friendship with Dylan is still the most important one. 

Speaking of which, you look at him coming your way with a big smile. He’s been shooting for the past months, but he’s been home for a few days, just on time. Once he’s close to you, he sits down next to you on the couch and delicately puts his hand on your round belly. Your little girl seems to have felt her dad’s presence because she starts kicking you.

“Hey baby. It’s daddy.” He says with a cute voice. “Your daddy came home for your birth. Daddy is happy to see you’ve waited for him to show your little face.”

“Daddy doesn’t have to talk about him in the third person.” You tease him.

“But daddy is gonna keep talking about him in the third person because he knows mommy finds it cute, even if she says otherwise.” Dylan contradicts you, smiling.

“I love you, idiot.” You tell him.

“I love you, too,  Y/N.”

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[tatoda]

Dylan O’brien Masterlist

fluff ❀

angst ☾

smut ✘

i claim all this work, this is mine DO NOT STEAL

Lost - dylan has been distant, could it be the end of your relationship? ❀ ☾

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[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Don't hate me but I had an M/M idea if your interested.

I could never hate you, anon <3

Feel free to share your idea! I can't promise I'll write it, but I'd be happy to hear it :) Sometimes ideas worm their way into my mind until they force my fingies to type them out... couldn't hurt, huh?

anon likely saw THIS conversation <3

#dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien x male reader #dylan o'brien fanfiction #if there's demand for this #I can certainly try my hand at it #and I have a general question about x reader fics for m/m preferring parties #do you read m/f a lot? and if so... do you enjoy it? #I only ask because there is certainly m/m and f/f fic that I enjoy #(I should preface that by saying that I am very much sexually fluid) #I write x fem reader stuff for dylan because I'm a thirsty hyperfixated hoe... but I've written lots of m/m and it's been received well... #I think anyway #ask #anon #anon ask #trashy writing

[redclercs]

begin again ✩ charles leclerc

— or, the one where a formula 1 driver has a friendship bracelet and a dream.

✐ charles leclerc x singer! fem reader, former dylan o'brien x reader. fc: jade thirlwall

✐ requested a million years ago, but i'm just now sitting my ass down to write this. hope you enjoy anon!

✐ warnings: smau, based on the taylor x travis relationship public developmet we've seen with lots of made up stuff don’t take this too seriously! also not following the actual f1 race schedule.

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softyn DEVOURED! have fun you deserve it after so many concerts🩵🩵

ynmyluv | LOVE YOU SO MUCH SLAY

lecmilton16 the devil works hard but the mercedes f1 team works harder (not on the car though)

hamilgoat44 mercedes playing cupid because Ferrari can’t even do *that* for their driver

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[love-belle]

the greatest films of all time !!!

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

or

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

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

warnings - language

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

i. milo manheim ༉‧₊˚.

( every dead end street led you straight to me )

ii. ben barnes ༉‧₊˚.

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

iii. drew starkey ༉‧₊˚.

( 'cause summers go so fast )

iv. dylan o'brien ༉‧₊˚.

( your past and mine are parallel lines )

v. matt sturniolo ༉‧₊˚.

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

...more !!!

#f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 imagines #social media au #fake instagram imagines #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #oscar piastri x reader #carlos sainz x reader #max verstappen x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x platonic!reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 grid x reader #milo manheim x reader #ben barnes x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #drew starkey x reader

[garfinkelstingle]

Hi! I absolutely love your fics, could you do a fake insta fic with timothee? The face claim being Rachel Zegler with she/her pronouns. Thanks!

pairing: timothee chalamet x fem!reader

a/n: nonnie there is no excuse as to why this took me so long apart from the fact that i was in a slump... but now i am (sorta) not! i hope you guys like it and have a great day & week xxx (also some of these "posts" are very self-indulgent AND i'm going to the eras tour twice next year so i'm just so excited aaahhhh!!!!!!)

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yourinstagram miscast23 gala!! loved every second of it (and not just because i felt like a million bucks in this dress)

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tchalamet how are you real???

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tchalamet like i'm serious it should be illegal to be this good-looking my gOd

yourinstagram babe stfu 😭

yourfan36 THEYRE SO CUTE WHAT

yourfan89 mommy? sorry, mommy?

haileesteinfeld hot stuff

yourinstagram 🫶🏼🫶🏼

tchalamet

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tchalamet felt cute, won't delete later cause my girlfriend won't let me

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timmyfan16 as she should(n't?)

yourinstagram can you blame me????

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zendaya looking fine mr

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timmyfan29 thanks for this blessing

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yourinstagram ERAS TOUR BABY!!!!!!! thanks for all the friendship bracelets guys <3333

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swiftie13 y/n being a swiftie will forever be my favorite thing about her

tchalamet miss americana

yourinstagram & her heartbreak prince

yourfan78 im literally so jealous i couldn get tickets rip

timmyfan62 I WAS AT THE SAME SHOW I SAW Y/N AND TIMMY DANCING AND SINGING THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE SET it was insane

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yournamenews Y/N via her Instagram story yesterday

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yourfan73 she's so insane for this 😭😭

yourfan15 i thought this was fake at first but she even put it in her highlight????

timmyfan39 wish i had someone who looked at me the way timmy looks at y/n ughhh

yourfan26 oh we're being fed fed

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram breaking news: dylan o'brien spotted with fan

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yourfan27 she's just like me fr

tchalamet we took pictures too?? why didnt you post them???

yourinstagram because you have yet to star in teen wolf silly

sadiesink ❤️

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timmyfan98 the fact that my two (three) faves had dinner together yesterday has done more for my mental health than my parents ever did

yourfan36 not y/n being a teen wolf girlie too omg

tchalamet

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tchalamet captionless

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timmyfan26 it's the hand in the hairs for me

yourfan18 not y/n liking this the second he posted it my PARENTS

yourinstagram actual loml (maybe show your face next time so i dont feel so weird for saying that)

tchalamet so you DO only want me for my looks huh??

yourinstagram actually your bank account is a slightly bigger selling point 🤭

timmyfan15 this picture has no right to make me feel the way it does

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yourinstagram oscars 2023 screaming crying punch me in the face?????? MY SPIDEY TINGLE IS STILL IN OVERDRIVE

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tchalamet what's it with you and posting pictures with strikingly handsome men???

yourinstagram i would post you more if one of us didn't look like a fart in every single one of our pictures

tchalamet more wallpapers for me ig

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andrewfan84 MY TWO BABIES INTERACTED AAHHH

yourfan92 spiderman stan's really won today huh

tomholland2013 you never seem this excited to see me 🥲

yourinstagram ily to the moon and to saturn tom but,,, it's the AMAZING SPIDERMAN

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tchalamet

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tchalamet this is MY goofball girlfriend, whom i love almost as much as i love her dog. thanks for coming to my ted-talk.

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yourinstagram you're so unserious for this what???

yourinstagram i do love u though and i'm even ok with you loving me less than rosco bc i will never love a human being more than i love that dog xxx

tchalamet 💔💔💔

timmyfan64 i love them sm

oliviarodrigo loving the rosco content yes!!!!

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yourfan87 if i'm not invited to the wedding i would 110% understand it but please invite me to the wedding

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yourinstagram how do u like the new haircut???

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yourfan52 excuse me WHAT

yourfan98 i think i officially died and went to heaven

tchalamet personally i think that the earrings are the highlight of this picture

yourinstagram really? i feel like the painting of a square in the back makes my eyes pop

timmyfan25 what are they even talking about at this point???

florencepugh loving the chop!

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selenagomez cuties

yourinstagram 💖

yourfan83 adopt me pls i'm not even joking at this point

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[babyflorencee]

I love you

Dylan O'brien x fem!Reader

I leaned the side of my head against Dylan’s arm as I watched him type on his keyboard. I was bored, to say the least, but as of right now, it didn't really matter to me. I was content with just being in the presence of my boyfriend.

I looked up, admiring his features, as I smiled, happy with the fact that he was indeed mine and only mine. "Are you bored?" Dylan asked, looking down at me with a smile on his face.

I shook my head, snuggling up more into his arm, causing him to laugh, "I'm almost done," he whispered into my ear, before placing a kiss on my forehead.

I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in his aroma, as I slowly started to drift asleep.

***

I woke up in Dylan's bed, letting out a groan as I sat up. I looked over at his clock to see that I had been asleep for more than an hour. I let out a shiver as I pulled his covers off my body, now realizing just how cold it was in his room. I made my way over towards Dylan's wardrobe, grabbing the first sweater I could find, putting it on as I went to go look for him.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to see him sitting down on the couch, remote in his hand as he clicked through channel to channel, in the search to find something interesting. "Hey babe," he said, patting down a spot next to him, not taking his eyes off the television.

"Hey love," I replied, making my way over towards him, taking a seat on his lap.

I buried the side of my head against his chest as I felt his free hand wrap around me. "What are you watching?" I asked, looking up at him.

He let out a sigh before turning the television off. "Nothing, there's nothing good on," he said, now directing his full attention to me.

I acknowledged him by nodding my head before wrapping my arms and legs around him, wanting to feel his body as close to mine as possible.

We stayed in that position for a while, the both of us soaking in the soothing feeling of each other's embrace, content with the monotonous, yet oddly comforting silence. "I love you," I said, breaking the silence.

"I love you too," he said back, placing a small kiss on my cheek.

We stayed in that position for a while longer. We had our eyes closed and a wide smile plastered on our faces. As every now and then, one of us would slowly inch closer to the other, trying to not only be able to feel but to be able to absorb the warmth generated between the both of our bodies.

#dylan o'brien x read #dylan o’brien smut #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi fanfiction

[asterias-record-shop]

prompt 6? high school sweethearts. dylan o brian ofc. could u do it where maybe the reader is also an actress or something and they are both celebrities. maybe add in a scene where they are in an interview where someone asks them ab how they met or soemtjing and idk it ends with smut lol

—𓆩[red suit, red dress]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Dylan O’Brien x Fem! Actress! Fiancée! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Drew Barrymore is now interviewing you and Dylan || nvm I saw an opportunity and took it, you didn’t make it to the interview || smut warnings include hickies, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, oral, raw sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

“Dylan, we have the interview soon!” You yelled out as you slipped on your dress. You were careful choosing this one out, especially because Drew sent you both a pretty fruit basket and you were insanely excited to talk to her.

“I know!” He yelled out, walking out of the restroom with a towel around his waist and his face cleanly shaven. His hazel eyes were bright as they stared at you smooth the sides of your red dress, the perfect color that suited you amazingly and one he could never look away from. “You look so amazing.”

You paused as you started to put the gold and garnet earrings he got for you as a monthly anniversary present. “Thanks, baby.”

He smiled widely as he walked over, the towel around his waist falling slightly with every step as he came behind you. He was about to press his chest to your back before you glared at him through the mirror.

“If you get this dress wet, we’re going to have problems.” You threaten playfully making him hum as he takes the earring from you and slips it into your ear.

He mumbled, rubbing his hands against your hips after officially securing it on the lobe of your ear. “I’m trying to be romantical here.”

You giggle, ignoring your own words and leaning back into his chest. “There’s ways of being romantical without getting me wet.”

He grinned, his fingers slowly trailing down your thighs. “But making you wet is my specialty, angel cakes.”

You giggled at the nickname, stroking his hair. “Angel cakes? That’s a new one.”

“Got it from our friend MC Mikey,” he grinned at you through the mirror. “Y’know, in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

You giggle, nodding. “I remember. I like it.”

“Do you now?” His hands slipped underneath your red dress, rubbing at your thighs as he hummed against your neck. “What else do you like?”

“I think I liked the blond,” you say, pushing your hands through his now grown out brown hair. “But I do like you clean shaven.”

He smiled, nodding. “Maybe I’ll go blond again for you,” his fingers slowly pulled up your dress, letting you watch him through the mirror as he let his fingers graze your slit up and down slowly. “Whatever you want me to do, angel cakes.”

You groaned as you tilted your head back, humming as his finger softly trailed over your underwear that you wore specifically not to leave any panty-lines on the dress. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, ignoring the slight wetness that settled on your back that would definitely mean that you’d have to change your dress, which was a shame because you really liked it.

“You need to calm down, Dylan,” you whisper, holding back a whimper as he dipped his fingers into your underwear and his mouth sucked against your neck. “D-Don’t leave hickeys, Dylan, I won’t be able to cover them up.”

“You don’t have to,” he mumbled, humming against your skin. “I like it when people can see them.”

You gasped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop him, so you hummed with a slight nod. “Just not too many, alright? And not too dark.”

“Whatever you say, angel cakes.”

You giggled as he pushed his fingers through your wet slit, his mouth wide and sucking against your skin as your hands tightly held his wrists, whimpers falling from your mouth as you leaned back into him, gasping. “Y-You need… you need to change, Dylan.”

“Do I have a red suit to match your dress?”

“Y-Yeah, i-it’s Valentino,” you whisper, whimpering. “K-Kinda like the one Pedro wore for the Met Gala, just with pants.”

He laughed, his mouth sucking on your earlobe. “What if we’re just a little late?”

“No, Dylan, she sent us a fruit basket!”

“Fuck her fruit basket,” he basically growled, groaning as he bucked his hips up into you. “Tell me what you chose me to wear, angel cakes.”

“Th-The red oversized coat… red button down, black Valentino tie and some slacks,” you groaned as his thumb slid over your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers before his mouth pressed to your jaw. “Fuck, Dylan.”

“Who are you imagining wearing that suit, huh baby? Me or Pedro, I know you’ve had a crush on him since Narcos,” he teased you, his tongue peeking out as you groaned. “Me or Pedro, angel cakes?”

You hold his jaw, delicately grazing your teeth over his mole as he groans. “Definitely Pedro.”

You both laughed loudly as he took out his fingers from your panties, a squeal echoing off of the walls from your mouth as he pushed them in between his lips and walked to the walk-in closet. “Are you going to change, baby?!”

“No!” You yelled back, fixing your dress and checking that a wet spot wasn't peeking through. “It’ll dry by the time we get there!”

You put on the gold choker you bought and a gold and diamond bracelet with Dylan’s initials engraved on the nameplate on your wrist, fixing your engagement ring and his rope chain that you had been wearing the past few days. You loved stealing his jewelry, but it’s more like the two of you swapped because as soon as he walked out of the closet dressed like a fucking god with some combat boots on to match Pedro’s, he slipped on a small gold hoop onto the helix of his right ear because of the lack of a needle.

You hummed as you grabbed a stack of hoops from your jewelry box, coming next to him as you kissed his cheek softly, sliding the stack onto the lower area of his helix on his other ear. “I was imagining you, Dylan,” you whisper with a firm tug to his thigh. “I’m always imagining you, baby.”

He smiled at you, holding your cheek with a firm hand and pressing another kiss to your lips. “Well then, we have another thing in common, baby.”

You giggled as he held your hip, guiding you out of the room and down the stairs.

“If your dress isn’t dry by the time we get there, I’ll give you my jacket, okay?”

You hummed, smiling as you both walked out of your home and he helped you into the SUV, quickly sliding into the car and putting his arm around you. “How are we doing on time, angel cakes?”

“We’re running a little late, but not by much. When we get there, we should just have enough time to be fitted with mics and then go on air,” you say, leaning forward to look at your reflection in the rearview mirror. “Dylan! You left, like, a dozen!”

“I left four!” He said, laughing as you started tugging on his jacket. “What, you’re that eager? Mycroft, put up the privacy screen!”

“What? No, no Mycroft, don’t do that!” You yell, your driver laughing as you groan. “I need to cover them up because you’re acting like a fucking vampire and leaving hickies all over me!”

“Here, I’ll give it to you when we get there, alright?” He whispers, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you roll your eyes playfully. “But we still have like fifteen minutes until we get there, angel cakes. Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to use for something else, hm? Repay me for earlier?”

You glared at him, but looked at Mycroft through the mirror. “Will you put the privacy screen up, please Mycroft?”

“Whatever you say, Ms. Y/N.” He reached forward, slowly pushing the button to make the privacy screen go up and a deep sigh left your mouth.

“We have half an hour, maybe more, Dylan,” you say, a smile on your face as you slowly take off your seatbelt. You could feel Mycroft slow down as you kneeled on the seat, slowly unzipping his slacks after unbuttoning them. It didn’t surprise you when his cock immediately bulged through his underwear, a hum leaving your mouth as you licked over the fabric. “Why am I not surprised?”

He groaned loudly, hips bucking as you hushed him softly. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Careful, darling,” you whispered, humming with another soft lick to the growing wet patch on his black briefs. “Our windows might be tinted and the privacy screen might be up, but nothing muffles how loud you’re going to be.”

You giggled as he groaned out, holding the back of your head with a hand covered in golden rings. He hissed as you pulled out his cock, head rolling back as you pumped him slowly just how he liked it, slowly and tightly. Your hand barely went around his girth, your mouth sucking loudly against his pretty tip before licking down the bottom of his shaft.

You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, pulling him farther down your throat as his hand held your butt, rubbing and pushing into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as his fingertips circle the rim of your entrance, warm and clenching around nothing so desperately.

You couldn't even focus on his cock, choking and gagging around his length as he pulled his fingers away and pushed them into his mouth. His other hand held your waist tightly, his mouth kissing against your shoulder as he leaned down and pushed a finger into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head, pumping your hands as he slowly pushed in and out of your cunt.

You pulled away for a second, gasping for air as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, teasingly pushing another into your cunt. You basically mewled as both of his fingers pushed in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm you couldn’t stop thinking about as you relax your jaw and bobbed your head around the tip of his cock, pulling it to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around it.

He groaned loudly against your shoulder, your mouth enclosed around his length as his other hand held the back of your head and pressed kisses to your shoulder. “Just like that baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

You hummed around his length, thighs shaking as he twisted his fingers inside of you and another circled around your cunt, slowly pushing in another finger that made your cunt clench and a loud moan fell from your lips. “Who’s being loud now, hm? Your cunt is clenching more than usual, are you about to cum?”

You whined, humming around his length as you pulled away, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I am, fuck!”

He groaned as his mouth sucked against your shoulder, leaving another hickey in your skin as you pulled his cock into your mouth, a feeling of emptiness settling in the pit of your stomach as he pulled his fingers out of you, his mouth leaving a blaze of warmth wherever he went and a shudder run down your spine as he bucked his hips.

Your eyes rolled back, a loud groan falling from your mouth making him choke and push you down until your mouth was fully enveloping his cock and giving him a chance to come undone underneath you. You hummed as you continued to bob your head, pulling away just enough so that his cum flooded your mouth.

You pulled away, swallowing as he grinned down at you, his cock still hard. “You know damn well that getting me off once does nothing.”

You giggled as you slowly pushed yourself over his cock, humming as you held his shoulders. “I know.”

He smiled as you slowly held his shaft, hissing as you slowly sank onto his cock, your head tilting back as he held your hips. He pressed soft kisses to your jaw, humming as his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, his mouth leaving more heat onto your skin which already felt like it was on fire. “Dy-Dylan, I want to take it off,” you whispered, whining. “Take off my dress.”

He smiled, laughing slightly as he held the hem of your dress. “It’s going to take a minute to put it on again, my darling. Are you sure you want to take it off?”

You whined, rolling your hips as he groaned underneath you. “I-It’s just so hot, it’s so fucking hot.”

“I know baby, but I don’t want you stressed out when we get there,” his fingers held your waist, your hips rolling as he slowly took off his seatbelt. “Do you want me to tell Mycroft to turn up the AC?”

You thought about it for a minute, but shook your head. You always got hot whenever he fucked you, or was about to fuck you, his hips strong as he began to thrust. “N-No, just keep fucking me, don’t stop.”

He hummed into your ear, grunting as he held your hips and his mouth attached to the same hickies he had made earlier. “Remember the first time I had you like this? Fucked you in the backseat whenever that stupid movie was playing in the football field, they were trying to take us back to the 80s or some shit?”

You groaned loudly, his mouth making your mind hazy as you bucked your hips into his. “Yeah, I remember. It had to be like our… What, fourth time having sex? You were so desperate.”

“Who’s desperate now, hm?” He says, leaning back and fixing your legs around his waist and grunting as he positioned your hips a little higher, leaning down to press his wet lips to yours. “I know your body gets all hot when you’re desperate. Like you want to cum. You’re desperate, aren’t you? You want to cum again?”

You whined, nodding. “Y-Yes,” your fingers ran over his clothed chest, your head lulling up and down in a pathetic nod. “I want you to fuck me harder, Dylan.”

“Do you?” He teased, groaning as he leaned forward as he pressed kisses to your lips. “I will, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You laughed, pulling his face into your neck. “You’re still so fucking desperate.”

He laughed, his nose nuzzling into your neck as his hips moved faster, just like you wanted him to. He groaned, his mouth still pushing against the same hickies that he had made earlier, his fingers pushing down to rub firm circles into your clit. His cock was pounding into you making your stomach twist and turn, tightening as your walls would clamp down onto his shaft, his broken moans filling the back seats along with the wet squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin against skin.

“I might be desperate,” he grunted, his mouth quickly finding yours to kiss and push his tongue into your mouth, groaning loudly. “But you’re one fucking worthy person to be desperate for. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, falling in love with you quicker than a bitch could say ‘fuck’.”

You laughed as he pulled you closer, his other hand pushing into your hair to pull you in for another kiss, his teeth grazing your lips that were painted with lipstick and his tongue pushing into your mouth making a loud groan leaving your mouth. That combined with the strong thrusts of his hips, his cock imminently and repeatedly ramming into you made your stomach tighten and your nails dig into his back.

His hips slam into you, a loud groan falling from his lips as he choked against your lips, pulling away to inhale deeply. “F-Fuck, I think I made a mess.”

You hummed, feeling his cum flood into your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair before a soft tap on the privacy screen makes both of you stiffen. “We’re here!”

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

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Coach (5)

Pairing: AU Coach!Dylan x Mom!Reader

Summary: on your first date, Dylan makes a confession that leaves you questioning whether or not you want to be with him

Warnings: a bit of TW for this one, mentions of alchohol addiction, mentions of a car accident, mentions of rehab, some cursing

WC: 3.6k

A/N: I love that I can never ve consistent with my posting, but hey I didnt abandon this series, I just havent had time because of school, but here I am with another chapter, were getting some Dylan backstory so enjoy

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

"For fuck sakes Y/N, you're damn thirty you shouldn't be freaking out over coffee." You cursed at your reflection in the mirror almost as if the eyes that stared right back at you were judging you, mocking you even. You felt ridiculous, doing your makeup and dressing nicely for a coffee date like you were in high school. Good lord. Is this what dating felt like? Looking back at it you had very little to no memory of ever going through this with your ex-husband. You definitely didn't feel this sick feeling to your stomach or this restless beating of your heart. 

This is what society calls having a crush. At thirty years old, nice. 

You shook your head, trying to brush off your insecurities and nervousness before you started to think going out with Dylan was a bad idea. Because my god you really liked him, even if you barely knew him, you felt so attracted to that man it wasn't even funny. So you tried not to think about the fact that he was Roman's coach. And with a deep exhale you dragged your feet out of your bathroom before you could convince yourself otherwise. 

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand and when the screen lit up you saw a text from Dylan. You swallowed thickly, the insecure side of you thinking that maybe he was going to tell you that he changed his mind. You swiped to open the text and you were instantly relieved 

[Dylan]

I'm owm to the cafe we agreed on. I can't wait to see you ;)

You let out a soft relieved laugh when you read over the text, it almost made you smile too. It was kinda sweet. He was kinda sweet. 

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

This was it, it was now or never. You gripped the steering wheel with so much force you felt like you were going to pop a knuckle out of place. You couldn't shake this mixture of both excitement and nervousness. When you thought about it, you realized that Dylan would be the first man you have gone out with in ten years and that really fucking scared you. You squeezed your eyes shut for a couple of seconds and took in as much air as you could before letting it out slowly, as if you were trying to let out all of your insecurities and anxiety right now. You had to. 

"Alright, alright it'll be okay." You reassured yourself with a small smile before you grabbed your belongings and got out of your car, not wanting to waste any more time. 

You walked a very short distance from your car to the nice cafe Dylan picked out. You were honestly surprised by how nice it looked, from the outside at least, but you figured it was just as nice inside. When you got to the entrance, you immediately spotted Dylan standing outside with his nose deep on his phone, as you assumed he was waiting for you. You didn't announce yourself just yet, you wanted to take him in. He looked nice, he was dressed in a nice but simply navy blue Henley and dark washed jeans, his chocolate hair free of his usual baseball cap and his jaw was covered in a dark stubble that looked like it hadn't been shaved in a couple of days. To say that you absolutely loved what you saw was an understatement. Like how was it possible for someone to look so simple but so incredibly hot at the same time? This man made it possible, you guessed.

When you finally started to feel a bit creepy after a couple of seconds of staring at him in silence you decided to approach him. Here goes nothing. 

“Dylan?” You spoke up softly, hoping to get his attention. Dylan immediately looked up from his phone, his eyes scanning for a few seconds for the source, until he found you standing in front of him with a small smile. He smiled too and his eyes instantly lit up when they saw you. 

“Y/N, hi uhm,” He paused as he shoved his phone into his pocket and moved off the wall he was standing against to approach you. HIs smile grew slightly wider as he looked over you carefully, almost as if he was taking in your presence the same you had a minute ago. But he wasn’t anywhere near as shy about it as you were. His eyes burned deep into you as his eyes scanned up and down your form for a minute. And you were absolutely burning up under his warm gaze. He probably noticed because his eyes suddenly went up and met with yours, the smile never leaving his lips. “You look- you look very, very,” he let out a small breath and chuckled softly, as if he was too shy or awkward to finish the sentence, but you knew what he meant regardless. 

“Uhm,” you chuckled softly and looked down, running your hand through your hair a bit flustered. “Thank you. You look nice too.” 

Dylan did a similar gesture, he smiled flustered, his pale cheeks turning into a pinkish colour and he nodded, running his hand through the back of his dark hair before he made eye contact with you again. 

“Would you like to go inside?” Dylan asked, gesturing his head towards the door. You noticed he lightly scrunched up his face like he just said something he wished he hadn’t, but did and just had to go along with it anyway. You just smiled and nodded. Before you could go in, he opened the door, but he didn’t go in, he just stood and waited with a smile.  “After you.” 

“Oh,” You looked at him a bit taken aback, not really expecting such a gesture, but you happily accepted it. Everyone needs chivalry in their lives every once in a while. “Thank you.”

Dylan followed you inside. The two of you didn’t really exchange much for a little while, the process of ordering your respective desired drinks and food took a bit and during it you both simply stood on the side as you waited for your name to be called with your order. You wouldn’t say it was awkward though, it really wasn’t, despite the very obvious silence. It was surprisingly comfortable. And it wasn’t until you both had gotten your orders and that you had found a nice somewhat quiet spot near the back of the cafe that you talked. And even then, you both still sat in silence for a little while, looking between the cup of coffee in your hands and the other right across. You honestly had no fucking idea how dates worked. I mean you were 19 when you had your last first date with someone. And coincidentally it was with your ex-husband, so it wasn’t even a good one to begin. Yeah this was hard. 

“So where are you kids?” Dylan spoke up, finally breaking the silence you were both in. You looked up at him when you heard him and you sighed softly.

“With their Dad. It’s his weekend with them. I dropped them off yesterday evening and I usually pick them up Monday afterschool.” You explained with a small sigh, leaning on the palm of your hand. 

“Do you always make that face when you talk about your ex?” Dylan pointed out with a small chuckle, probably noticing the way you dreaded even the mention of your ex. 

“Sorry,” you laughed softly and shook your head dismissively. “If you ever see Roman making that face, you know where he learned it from.” You joked, rubbing the side of your face feeling almost embarrassed that Dylan picked up on your expression. But he laughed too, so he probably took it lightheartedly.

“So do you only have Roman and your little girl? Or do you have more kids?” He asked curiously, leaning back in his seat as he sipped on his coffee, but nearly spat it right back out with a laugh when he saw the way your eyes widened and you profusely shook your head. 

“Oh God no. Just those two. And honestly, two is good enough for me.” 

“Of course, that’s entirely fair.” He chuckled softly. “So Roman I know, but I don’t know much about your girl. What was her name again?”

“Athena. She just turned six and she’s the light of my life.” You actually smiled this time when you responded, now your turn to sip on your coffee. Dylan hummed softly and nodded. 

“Athena? That’s really pretty. I think it’s pretty fitting, because she looks exactly like you. And you’re honestly the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” His pale cheeks flushed bright red when he said it and his lips curved into a bit of a sheepish smile. You got just as flustered, your eyes grew big at the sudden compliment and you couldn’t help but avert your gaze away from his, but there was also a small smile on your lips. It was cute how shy but surprisingly charming Dylan could be at times. 

“Well uh, thank you. It’s nice to know I did something right with my life.” You joked, but there was some small truth behind your words. It was hard not to feel like you were a complete and utter failure and like you had no idea what the fuck you were doing with your life most of the time.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing. Despite everything you’ve had going on you’re doing an amazing job with both of your kids. I mean Roman is a great kid. And I know I’m just an outsider but from my perspective you do way more for your kids as a single mom than most married parents I’ve seen in the past five years. I mean, your whole life got turned upside down, and that’s not counting what you might’ve gone through prior, and yet you've managed to raise decent human beings. I can see that in Roman, and I trust me I don’t see it often.” Dylan reached over the table to the hand that was sitting flat on the surface, and he slowly grabbed it, squeezing it lightly, “so maybe, just maybe, you should give yourself some credit, because you’re doing a great job, and not every parent can say the same.” 

“Dylan,” you breathed out softly, your eyes had already filled with tears so you had to blink a couple of times to make them go away. Maybe he thought he made you uncomfortable because you stayed silent and you avoided his gaze, so he tensed up a bit and was about to move his hand, but you squeezed it lightly and smiled at him, genuinely smiled. “Thank you. It’s been a shitty six months and I honestly don’t know if I have been doing anything right, like at all. It feels like my life is falling apart so knowing that maybe I’m not a shitty parent lifts some of that weight off my shoulders.” 

“Well for whatever it’s worth, I think you’re an amazing mom. and you’re definitely my favourite mom too.” He shot you a small wink, and instead of an awkward smile, there was a more playful and confident one, like he was not shy to say it at all. You on the other hand, you were definitely burning up, and it wasn’t exactly because of the warm coffee in your cup. 

“I think we’ve talked enough about me. And even though I’ve been seeing you three times a week for the past six months, I don't know much about you so,” you tried to shift the focus of your conversation. Both so that you could play off the fact that you were absolutely flustered and that it was his fault and also because wanted to hear more about him, because realistically you knew very little. “So how long have you been coaching baseball?”

“About five years.” He responded after a few seconds of thinking and nodded to himself to confirm. 

“So quite a while huh?” He nodded again with a small smile. “What made you start coaching? I mean we’re the same age, so I’m guessing you did something else before that.” And right then, his expression slightly fell and he straightened himself in his chair, clearly a bit tense now. 

“Well,” he bit his lip and ran his fingers through the dark hair covering his jaw, now it was his turn to avert his gaze. It took him a couple of seconds to speak again, like genuinely had no idea how to respond, or like he was trying to find the best way to. “I like playing baseball. I used to actually. I played in Major League Baseball. I loved it, like a lot. And coaching baseball to middle schoolers felt like the closest thing to actually playing baseball y’know?”

“Really? I had no idea you were actually a professional baseball player. That’s uh, that’s pretty cool. What team did you play for?” You asked, leaning into your palm again but you leaned a bit closer this time, actually interested. But again, he seemed to be tense, his body language was tense and once again he avoided eye contact with you, like something was off. You frowned softly when you noticed his reaction again. 

“Mets.” He simply said with a half smile, but it wasn’t a proud or even happy one, it looked kind of sad, nostalgic even, like it was still a sore topic, and you were pouring salt on the wound. “I played for the Mets for a couple of years. Until-” 

“Dylan you don’t—you don’t have to explain that to me. It’s okay, we don’t have to go into detail about it if you’re not comfortable.” You reassured him, now squeezing his hand in return. You weren’t going to lie, you were dying to know more, both because you wanted to know more about Dylan and his life, and also because you were curious to know what happened that made him quit playing professionally. I mean you doubted it was his deliberate decision. But you weren’t anything of his so you had no right to pry. 

“I appreciate that Y/N, but I want us to, well, I want us to work, and I feel like I can’t move forward if I don’t tell you this because you’re going to find out anyway, and I rather you just hear it from me.” He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing visibly and he looked visibly nervous. Yeah, that definitely worried you. 

“Oh,” you bit your lip, sitting straight and looking at him with big eyes, now a bit worried about what he was actually going to say, so you nodded slowly. “O-okay, I’m listening.”

“So being a professional baseball player was like my dream growing up, I knew that’s what I wanted to do with my life, like that was my thing. And I know this isn’t a justification, but I was very very young when I got drafted. I was twenty-two when I got into the Mets, I moved to New York by myself and being in that environment was a lot for a dumb college student and I know that,” he paused, running his hand through the back of his hair and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to say what he had to say, “I was partying, drinking, sleeping around a lot, I had absolutely no control. So drinking a few beers after every game turned into drinking a twelve pack every night after practice, and when beer no longer gave me the buzz I wanted that turned into drinking strong liquor until I blacked out drunk and that quickly turned into going to practice hungover out of my mind, and to help with the hangover I would drink some more, I would sometimes mix that with weed too. I honestly couldn’t remember days at a time because I was always so drunk, or high. I have been told I blacked out multiple times during practice or my teammates would find me blacked out in our hotel rooms when we traveled. I was completely out of control.”

“So… So did you get like.. Fired?” You asked hesitantly, not exactly liking where he was going because you had the feeling it wasn’t exactly a story with a happy ending. 

“Eventually, yeah. They made me go to A.A meetings at first, but really, when does that ever work? But they never actually made me go to rehab because that meant I had to be gone for a season or two, and I couldn’t afford that. So that went on for a while until well,” he paused and sighed heavily, now running both hands over his face, and his usually bright amber eyes looked crystalized with tears. “I was driving to practice, of course I was drunk out of my fucking mind, and pretty fucking high so like to this day I don’t remember how I got in that car. And it’s still just a blur in my head, like I remember bits and pieces of what happened. I just remember I was driving, I think I was going 50 on a 20 because I was late for practice and I ran a red light. Everything else after that is still a blur, I just remember I woke up in the hospital with a broken collarbone, but other than that I was okay.” 

“You were okay? What—what about the car you crashed into?” You dared to ask, your voice shaking a bit as you tried to process the amount of information he had just given. 

“I ran right into the driver’s side, I completely totaled my car and theirs. And uhm, I found out at the hospital that they—” You saw a tear fall down his face, he blinked a couple of times in an attempt to make it stop, but you still saw it and you could see that it still pained him to remember. “They got a really bad spine fracture from the collision. It couldn’t be fixed, not even with surgery and they uhm, they were paralized from the waist down.”

“So—so you were drunk driving, ran a red light, caused a car accident and left someone in a wheelchair? Am I getting that right?” You said a bit too harshly, but you couldn’t help it. You honestly couldn’t believe it and you didn’t know how to react. Your hand was long off his by then. 

“I know how it sounds but I—” you cut him off with a shake of your head. 

"Dylan, that's really fucking serious. Like you could've fucking killed someone. Hell, you ruined someone's life. How can you even live with that?" Maybe you could've had a better reaction, maybe you weren't exactly reasoning nor empathizing with him. But how could you? You honestly didn't know what to think. Maybe you had no right to be upset, but you were. I mean in retrospect, is this really someone you want to be with? Someone with addiction? You had two children for fucks sake, you didn't have time to deal with this. "I'm sorry." Is all you said before you grabbed your purse and got up, ignoring Dylan calling your name as you walked away. 

Dylan cursed to himself, wanting to punch himself in the face for being so incredibly stupid, but he had time to beat himself up later, instead he got up and went after you, hoping that maybe he could fix it, or maybe he was just destined to not be able to let go of his past. 

"Y/N! Y/N c'mon!" He called after you, eventually catching you right when you walked out of the cafe. He grabbed your arm, making you turn around to face him, "Y/N, please wait, let me explain." 

"Explain what? You already did. Listen I appreciate your honesty, I really do, it was better you told me now because I can tell you now that I can't do this. I have two kids I have to care of, I can't be worried about someone who—" 

"Someone who's an alcoholic?" He finished your sentence, he sounded hurt, his face expression only further showed how much your words got to him. "It's not like that." 

"It's not? Okay how it is then?" You looked up at him with a small frown, trying to look tough but the genuinely broken look in his eyes made you soften your expression a bit. 

"Listen, that was over six years ago. I'm sober now. Completely." He sighed softly, averting his eyes away from yours to look at the ground, almost ashamed of himself now. "It was this huge scandal, all over social media, it was a lot of heat for the team, bad press, so they fired me. And that was the wake up call I needed, because I checked myself into rehab and I got sober. And I haven't gotten drunk or high ever since. And I don't know I thought maybe coaching kids would be the motivation I needed. I guess it bas been so far." And now you felt awful. 

"Oh Dylan.." You sighed heavily, rubbing your face exasperatedly. You didn't even know what to say. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have overstepped, I don't know your story and I had no right—"

"Hey," he cut you off, grabbing your face between his warm hands and making you look up at him, "I know it was a lot to process. Trust me, the people that were closest to me at the time couldn't handle it either and I don't blame them. And I won't blame you if you don't ever want to see me again after this, I get it." 

There it was, that knot in your stomach, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your head. It was this feeling you always had when he was around. The feeling of both anxiety and excitement. One because you liked being in his presence, somehow seeing those bright amber eyes, that smile and that constellation of moles along his face had become your reason not to take your children and start a new life half way across the country. But at the same time that made you uneasy, because feeling that way for someone again scared you. It scared you to let yourself love again, so you were looking for any excuse to run away. But right now, looking at those amber eyes, you didn't see somehow who would deliberately cause others pain, if anything you saw him own. And maybe, if you tried hard enough, you could heal each other.

"But I want to keep seeing you." 

Dylan smiled, biting his lip softly, "good, because I want to keep seeing you too." 

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Et Ça A Duré - Dylan O'Brien

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R��sumé : Quand tu rentres en cinquième, tu fais la rencontre d'un garçon qui parait aussi seul que toi, mais tu ne te doutais pas qu'il serait la personne la plus importe pour toi.

Warnings : Fluff, sentiment de solitude, mention de grossesse, dites-moi si j'en ai loupés d'autres.

Nombre de mots : 1.1k

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Contrairement à ce que l'on pourrait penser, la vie est dure à 12 ans. Surtout quand tu n'as personne à qui parler. Ta timidité t'a toujours empêché de te faire des amis. Tu n'arrives pas à aller vers les autres et ils ne viennent pas vers toi car ils ont déjà un groupe. Tu as l'impression que tu ne pourras jamais être intégrée dans ce collège de Los Angeles. Tu te sens souvent seule, mais avec le temps, on s'y fait, pas vrai ? Enfin, c'est ce que tu te répète pour te rassurer.

La rentrée en cinquième est aujourd'hui et tu mentirais si tu disais que tu n'as pas une boule au ventre. À chaque rentrée, tu as peur que le professeur vous demande de vous présenter. Tu détestes parler devant la classe. Tu as toujours l'impression de paraître ridicule.

Comme tu t'y attendais, pendant que les autres se retrouvent et parlent de leurs vacances, tu attends dans un coin de la cour, seule. Tu regardes quelques groupes d'amis et te dis qu'ils ont de la chance d'avoir des gens sur qui compter. Tu aimerais que ça soit ton cas aussi.

Tu continues à regarder autour de toi quand tu vois un garçon dans son coin, également. Son visage ne te dit rien du tout et il n'a pas l'air de connaître grand monde ici. Peut-être que c'est l'occasion d'aller lui parler ? Tu as bien remarqué que ne faire aucun effort n'amenait à rien. Tu devrais essayer d'aller le voir, même si vous ne vous parlez plus après, au moins, tu aurais essayé et ça serait déjà une bonne chose, non ?

Tu prends une grande respiration et te dirige vers le garçon. Il a des cheveux bruns, un nez en trompette et plus tu te rapproches de lui, plus tu distingues des grains de beautés sur son visage, ça le rend mignon. Tu t'arrête quand tu es face à lui et lui souris timidement.

- Salut, je m'appelle Y/N, dis-tu nerveusement.

- Je m'appelle Dylan.

Tu avais un espoir qu'il continue la conversation. Tu comprends que c'est à toi de le faire.

- Tu es nouveau ?

- Oui, j'ai emménagé ici il y a un peu plus de deux mois, t'informe-t-il. Tu es nouvelle aussi ?

- Non, j'ai toujours vécu ici.

Et un nouveau blanc prend place. C'est vraiment dur de faire une conversation quand tu ne connais pas la personne.

- Tu habitais où avant ? demandes-tu en espérant que la conversation dure.

- Dans le New-Jersey. C'est très différent d'ici.

Tu crois que tu as utilisé tout le quota de sociabilité que tu avais. Tu ne sais plus quoi lui poser comme questions. Tu es très embarrassée, tu savais que c'était une mauvaise idée d'aller lui parler. Tu n'as jamais réussi à te faire des amis avant, pourquoi ça changerait maintenant ?

- Tu sais, si tu veux aller retrouver tes amis, je comprendrais, te dit Dylan en jouant nerveusement avec ses doigts. Ils doivent sûrement t'attendre.

- Ne t'inquiète pas pour ça, ça ne risque pas.

- Ça te dirait si on se mettait à côté pendant les cours ? propose-t-il et tu souris.

- Je veux bien.

Comme convenu, tu t'assois à côté de Dylan pendant que votre professeur vous explique ce que vous allez faire dans son cours cette année. Tu es contente de voir que ça s'est bien passé avec Dylan. Certes, vous n'avez pas eu une grande conversation, mais ça ira sûrement mieux après. Tu ne veux pas avoir des attentes trop hautes, mais tu aimerais sincèrement devenir amie avec Dylan. Il a l'air d'être un garçon gentil et attentionné.

- Pour que vous apprenez à mieux vous connaître, je vais vous demander à tour de rôle de vous lever et de dire quelque chose sur vous comme votre prénom, âge, hobbies et d'autres choses si vous le souhaitez, ordonne le professeur avec un sourire.

En voyant le regard que te lance Dylan, tu comprends qu'il pense la même chose que toi. Il ne veut absolument pas faire ce que le prof vient de vous demander. Vous attendez votre tour avec beaucoup d'appréhension, mais c'est à vous trop rapidement. Tu pries pour que ça finisse vite ! Dylan est le premier à prendre la parole.

- Je m'appelle Dylan, j'ai douze ans et j'adore le Baseball.

- Quel est ton équipe préférée ? Questionne monsieur Walker, intéressé.

- Les Mets.

- Bonne équipe, mais pas aussi bien que les Dodgers, le taquine le prof. Au tour de ta camarade.

- Je m'appelle Y/N, j'ai douze ans également et j'aime dessiner, bégaies-tu.

- Tu dessines quoi ?

- De tout, je n'ai pas vraiment de préférences. J'essaye encore de trouver mon style.

- Très bien, te sourit-il. Allez, au suivant.

Finalement, ça été moins pire que ce que tu pensais. Monsieur Walker sait vous mettre à l'aise et tu penses qu'il est le genre à voir tous les bons côtés en vous. Il n'a pas l'air d'être le genre de prof à rabaisser, tu sens qu'il va essayer de faire ressortir le meilleur en vous.

Pendant tout le reste de la journée, tu apprends à connaître Dylan de plus en plus et tu deviens moins timide, tout comme lui. Tout compte fait, tu as peut-être trouvé un ami. Tu espères que ça durera car il à l'air d'être quelqu'un de génial.

Et ça a duré. Dylan fait parti de ta vie depuis quatorze ans maintenant et tu es tellement reconnaissante à la vie pour l'avoir mis sur ton chemin. Depuis que tu l'as rencontré, les choses se sont facilitées, tu es devenue moins timide avec le temps et tu as réussi à te faire d'autres amis, même si ton amitié avec Dylan reste la plus importante de toute.

En parlant de Dylan, tu le regardes venir vers toi avec un grand sourire. Il était sur un tournage pendant quelques mois, mais il est de retour depuis quelques jours, pile à temps. Une fois proche de toi, il s'assoit à tes côtés sur le canapé et pose sa main sur ton ventre rond. Votre petite-fille semble avoir senti la présence de son père car elle te donne un coup de pied.

- Hey, mon bébé. C'est papa, dit-il avec une voix toute mignonne. Ton papa est rentré pour te voir naître. Papa est content de voir que tu l'as attendu pour pointer le bout de ton nez.

- Papa n'est pas obligé de parler de lui à la troisième personne, le taquines-tu.

- Mais papa va continuer à parler de lui à la troisième personne parce qu'il sait que maman trouve ça mignon, même si elle veut montrer le contraire, te contredit Dylan en souriant.

- Je t'aime, idiot, lui dis-tu.

- Je t'aime aussi, Y/N.  

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