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hoes4dylanobrien · 2 years

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It’s Just A Cigarette

Pairing: Colin (Not Okay) x You, dark!Colin (idk tho, maybe he will be a baddie irl?)

Word count: 1,900

Rated: T (M later chapters)

A/N: Behold! Another short mini-series! (Because my impatient ass couldn’t wait for other Colin fics ...)

As the bell rang, signaling your last class of the week, you packed up your things, absently listening to the teacher call out a reminder about term papers being due Monday.

“You get that?” You asked your best friend, Chloe, whose head hadn’t lifted once from the essay she was typing out on her phone to Eric, presumably (her boyfriend).

“Get what?” She asked as you exited the classroom and headed for your lockers. “The homework assignment. The one Mr. Windham has been mentioning for, I don’t know, weeks at this point?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, finally looking up when you stared at her expectantly. “Oh, right. Yeah. Totally got that.”

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. You didn’t believe her for a second. You shut your locker, having taken everything you needed for the long weekend. “So, you doing anything this weekend? Thought we could sleepover at my place and then go to the mall with Eric tomorrow.”

You scrunched up your face at the mention of the preppy blond-haired boy. Let’s just say he wasn’t your favorite person to be around; between his reckless, cheating ways, and his hot and cold attitude toward your best friend, he was only marginally tolerable on a good day. You kept things civil for Chloe’s sake, though, but that didn’t mean you didn’t take any and all outs to avoid the asshole. Then you remembered you were actually busy for once. Or hoping to be, anyway. “Actually, I have plans.”

“Oh?” Chloe turned to look at you with keen interest. You? Was the unasked question on the tip of her tongue. Compared to the lively brunette, you were practically a shut in, choosing to focus more of your time on school, and family time watching movies or a good game of scrabble.

“Yeah. Hoping to catch up with Colin. I haven't seen much of him since he started college in the Fall... he sorta invited me to hang out with him and meet his friends this weekend.”

“Woah, really?” You could see her eyes glazing over at the mention of your older foster brother, who she’d been crushing on not-so-subtly since the moment she laid eyes on him a year ago when he joined your family.

He was past the age of 18, but like a lot of older kids in foster care he still needed support, thus able to stay in the system until age 21. At first it was a little weird having a stranger living in your childhood home, having grown up an only child, and a spoiled one at that in the wealthy Northern New Jersey suburb, but your parents wanted to give back, and had always wanted a sibling for you.

Truthfully, he didn’t feel much like a sibling; having left for college early in the summer, there was little over 12 months you had actually spent time with each other in the same household, and that was when he wasn’t running out with friends to get high. In some ways you didn’t blame Chloe for feeling that way about him. You would be lying to yourself if he didn’t make your heart race a little.

“So is he picking you up, or...?” She angled.

You shook your head. “He gave up his car when he moved to the city. Mom or dad will drop me off at the station and I’ll take the train in and then subway down.” You were referring to the PATH train which runs from NJ to NYC in relatively short amount of time. Convenient. It was a wonder Colin didn’t come to visit more often. You wondered if he was embarrassed about you and your parents; he always kept to himself in the short time he lived with you, even when you tried to get him to join in games or family outings. He was never rude about it, but firm in wanting to be left out.

“Oh, gotcha. Yeah, my step-mom uses it a lot for work. She works in fashion in mid-town. Did I ever tell you that? She has, like, the coolest job.”

“Might’ve mentioned it once or twice...” Or a million, you sniggered to yourself. Seeing your house in the distance, hers on the next street over, you both paused, this usually where you went your separate ways. “Keep me in the loop! I can’t wait to hear what crazy things you get up to with Colin!”

“We’re not doing anything crazy. Like I said, probably will just meet and chill with his friends. Maybe he’ll show me around campus.”

She raised her eyebrow, starting to slowly walk backwards to cross the street. “Holdin’ my breath on that one - I’ve seen his insta. Major partier, like, every other day. Be safe!”

You waved back to her, eyebrows furrowed as you made the last trek to your house. Your hands were itching to look at your phone, not even thinking to check if he was on social media. He always struck you as the non-conformist, and so social media seemed so out of scope for him.

You barely remembered to greet your mom in the doorway as you climbed the staircase to your bedroom, glued to your phone. You found him immediately, his profile not being private. You scrolled through pictures, of which there were many, most starting since starting college, although the first few were from high school of him and his buddies hanging at the park or skate rink fooling around and smoking.

Chloe may have been onto something: many of the more recent photos were of him partying. Some repeat faces, but many were different. Some group photos with other guys, presumably his new friends, others with girls wearing skimpy outfits. In many he looked out of it, whether due to alcohol or weed or something else (although you hoped nothing beyond weed, which was bad enough). In one photo his eyes were completely closed, but he was smiling, red cup raised with a girl on his arm, tits pressed to him as she tried to capture his lips in a kiss.

“Marnie,” your mom called, voice carrying up the staircase to your open bedroom door. “Yeah?”

“Are you ready to head to the train? I’m ready to wrap-up dinner.” Your mom was nearly as excited to cook Colin a home-cooked meal as you were at the prospect of seeing him.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You packed quickly, figuring more was better than less in case you could stay overnight all three nights. Once you were finished you turned the lights out and came down the stairs where your mom was waiting. You freshened up a bit, but saved the make up for the train; you didnt need any questions about why you were suddenly making an effort with your appearance where Colin was concerned.

“You look nice,” she noted as you headed out to the car, locking up behind. Dad was working late tonight, so he wasn't able to see you out. “For the best,” your mom said, checking the rear view mirror and backing out. “He was a bundle of nerves about you spending the weekend on a college campus.”

“I know not to drink the punch, if that’s what he’s worried about.”

“It’s not just that,” your mom pinned you a serious look. “There’s a lot of boys that will be there, drunk ones, and you being underage... Just promise me you’ll be careful, all right?”

“Now you’re starting to sound like Dad!” You laughed good-naturedly. Your dad was known as the ‘worry wart’ of the family. Working in insurance lended itself naturally to that personality.

“Marnie...”

“Yes, I’ll be careful. All right? I’ll be aware of my surroundings, won’t walk alone at night, won’t talk to strangers-

“And check in often,” Mom interrupted. “And if you have to be at a party, don’t go anywhere without Colin, OK?”

“Yes, mom.” Although the mere mental picture of being Colin’s shadow at a college rager wasn’t exactly appealing. He’d probably ditch you at the first sign of a hook up.

“And look both ways before you enter traffic,” your mom was spewing a rambling, anxiety-ridden consciousness: “It’s not like the suburbs, hunny, they won’t stop-”

“Yes, mom. I got it. Promise. I do have common sense, you know?”

She sighed, pulling up to the train station where a few vehicles had already started forming a line. “I know I'm sounding overbearing, but remember, you’re my baby and I want you to come home safe.”

“Any reason you didn’t have half this concern when Colin actually went away to college in the big city?” You weren’t asking maliciously, but out of curiosity.

Your mom smiled. “Colin’s different. He’s had the unfortunate reality of living in a lot of unideal, putting it mildly, home situations. He had to grow up fast, and from what I gathered, some of his placements were in New York, so he knows what to do and not to do. You, missy - and I love you dearly - but you do not have those same street smarts. So stick to Colin, all right? And do what he says. If he gets annoyed, too bad; hopefully my special lasagna will soothe some of that teenage angst.”

I laughed along with her, shifting my bags to pick up the lasagna. “He better, this just added another 5 pounds to my carry weight!”

Mom waited with me until the train came by, kissing me goodbye and repeating her earlier words to stay in touch often. I waved her off, but secretly was pleased. Not everyone had as great parents as I did, even if they were annoying at times. I would always be grateful.

I got a seat to myself in a corner, watching the passing scenery. It was late afternoon, creeping into evening; the sun shone low amongst the trees, parks, houses, whole towns going by at breakneck speed.

I thought ahead to my reunion with Colin, wondering what he looked like now, how he’d react to me. It had been almost a year since we’d seen each other, and a lot had changed. More than anything I was hoping he didn’t see me as the nerdy, little girl that hung around past her welcome (a lot of times, it felt like I was forcing myself in his company...)

With only another five minutes or so left, I went to re-apply make up, taking my hair out of its pony tail flipping it down and back and running a hand through it to accomplish that effortlessly messy bombshell look, spritzing some perfume through my locks and along my neck and wrists. I’d worn a sweatshirt around my hips to disguise the fact I was wearing some very short-shorts, a loose fitting tee (but deep V to show the obvious outline of my breasts ) and rounding it out with converse to walk around.

All in all, I was going for casual (I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard to impress anybody) but in a way that showed off my best assets. I only hoped Colin would agree, and that he’d finally notice me in the way I’d been wanting for so long.

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pinkhoneydrop · 1 year

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It’s a Game pt.4

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

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

[ Genre ] - angst

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

[ Masterlist ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Harry…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to talk about it?”

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

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

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

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

“Casual isn’t fair to you.”

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

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

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siren-writes-things · 8 days

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yet another fanfiction blog no one asked for

Hey, friends! My name's Siren and I'm 20 years old. My pronouns are they/them, so please use them accordingly. I have been writing and making up stories for most of my life.

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

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

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!

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

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

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

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golddaggers · 7 years

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chemistry // part three

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: cursing.

a/n: took me long enough, but it’s out! I really hope you’re enjoying this series as much as I’m enjoying writing it.

word count: 3,6k+

part one - part two

Keeping a secret was never really a big deal to me until I was forced to hold a big, hot potato inside my mouth. Well, not really, it was a pretty crappy metaphor, but the thing was: not telling anyone I had recently made out with my hot chemistry teacher was driving me nuts. I wanted to scream at every popular cheerleader who had picked on me: suck it up, bitches, I scored your dream guy.

Oh, no, that’s lame. I honestly think somebody should charge me in for being a horrible teenager. Fuck, it was all so overwhelming! Plus, keeping it from Karen was suffocating me. We had known each other for over seven years now and in that entire time we told each other everything. Literally everything. From our first period to the excruciatingly graphic details of our virginity loss, which, may I tell you, was definitely not pretty. I needed to vent with her, on the other hand, I could also hear Mr. O'Brien’s words echoing in my mind; I couldn’t put his job on the line because some urge to gossip.

Huffing, I started drawing random figures on the corner of a paper I had over my desk. My English teacher, Mrs. Donaldson, who happened to be an adorable old lady and actually one of my favourite teachers, handed to my class a sheet filled with tips on how to write a good narrative essay. She wanted us to, at least, start a brief story as well; it would be our second exam in the semester. Therefore, everyone was busy trying to come up with ideas, while I, uh, was stuck. To say the minimum.

Normally, I’d be all over the place to do it, because I actually loved writing, but today I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it. My head was too lost in thoughts about last night’s events to focus enough on the blue lines in front of me. Shit, never in my life I wanted to yell so much.

“Miss Smith?” The old woman whispered, her tiny hand touching my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, hello, Mrs. Donaldson.” I shot her an embarrassed smile, biting my bottom lip afterwards. “Everything is fine, I guess, I’m just worried with some personal stuff. I’m going to start this soon, I promise.”

“You poor thing…” She shook her hand, squeezing my upper arm tenderly. “Do you want to wash your face, maybe? Or drink some water? You look a bit sick.”

“It isn’t necessary, I’m-”

“Sh, kid, just go. It’s only ten minutes for this class to be over.” Her eyes rolled as she waved her at me, dismissing my plea. Man, people really should stop interrupting me. It very, no, deeply, annoying. “Just make sure you hand me this done on the deadline, okay?”

Uh, considering I desperately wanted to go out for a little bit of fresh air, she didn’t need to push me so much to leave, so I agreed without thinking twice, slipping out of the classroom quickly and heading to the ladies restroom nearby. As soon as I got inside the quiet place, I understood why Mrs. Donaldson had said I looked sick: my skin was few times lighter, giving me a sour-milk-like appearance.

Inhaling deeply, I turned on the faucet, allowing the water to run through my fingers for a few seconds before actually washing my face with the cool liquid. Whilst doing so, I began to think about my latter actions and I still had no idea why this was bothering me so much. I mean, it was only one kiss. One good kiss. Hell, Dylan was a great kisser. Just amazing, those lips… Okay, focus. The point is: what would happen now? Just back on our regular student/teacher relationship or something else? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I had never felt more lost.

Switching the water off, I dried my hands and face with some towel tissues, firmly deciding I should talk to Mr. O'Brien soon. Things needed to cleared up for me, otherwise a spot at the local hospital’s psychiatric ward would be waiting for me.

“I just don’t get it, Brittany… Why doesn’t he notice me?” Briannah’s voice echoed on the corridor outside, which made me suddenly panic and hide within one of the small cubicles, going up on the toilet so that they wouldn’t see my feet. “I am attractive and successful. A real trophy.”

“Of course you are, Bri, Mr. O'Brien is stupid.” Her nonchalant tone almost made me throw up. These girls were unbelievable.”That’s the only explanation to why he hasn’t noticed you.”

“Unfortunately, it’s not. He’s smitten with that Smith weirdo. I caught him staring at her, like, a thousand times now.” My breath hitched on my throat, eyes growing wide to her last sentence. “Urgh, men are so strange.”

“Agreed.”

“But I never give up on a challenge, I’m still going to make him mine. Whatever it takes. Now come, we don’t want to be late for his class, do we?”

A few high pitched laughs could be heard fading away, a door slamming shut soon afterwards. I slided down to the floor, not sure to what to do with this information; not the part where Mr. O'Brien checked on me, after last night, I was sure I did catch his attention, or he wouldn’t have kissed me, but the ‘whatever it takes’? It’s so creepy and sounds so much like a soap opera thing. Jesus.

Nonetheless, although I wanted to, I couldn’t stay hidden in a restroom any longer. I had classes to attend. His in particular.

“Okay, Y/N, suck it up.” I murmured, getting back on my feet and unwrinkling my white shirt. “You need to be a woman about this, alright? Alright.”

I walked outside, chin up in the air, and went to the English classroom to pick up my stuff, pacing myself for the next forty-five minutes staring at Dylan’s cute tush, cute lips, cute everything. By this point, my hormones were laughing at my face, giving a rat’s ass about what was right. As if they were alive to care.

Oh yes, I’m definitely getting a spot at the psychiatric ward.

“So, can anyone tell me, based on the current graphic, if this reaction is endothermic or exothermic?” Dylan pointed out, his, now that I have come to notice, long, slim index finger pressing the board where a perfect graphic was drawn. “No need to be shy class.”

“Come on, Smith.” Karen whispered, pinching my thigh, erupting a low ‘outch’ to crawl out of my lips, which, in a matter of seconds, earned to myself the teacher’s attention. “Y/N here knows the answer.”

“Oh, she does?”

Chewing my bottom lip, I finally allowed myself to look at him, finding his eyes pierced on me, the irises of a liquid honey. A small smirk pulled the corners of his mouth up, so adorably cute, I couldn’t help but mirror his expression, nearly forgetting we were at a class crowded with people.

“So…?”

“It’s endothermic, Mr. O'Brien.”

“Can you say why?”

“Uh, looking at the graphic, you can see that the enthalpy grows as the reaction progresses, which means it’s absorbing energy while reacting. That classifies it as endothermic.”

“Perfect, that’s exactly it.” A delighted hum fell from his lips whilst he turned his back and wrote the classification above the draw. “As miss Smith correctly stated, an endothermic reaction absorbs energy, in most cases heat, from the environment. It’s not spontaneous, like an exothermic reaction, it has to be provoked…”

So he proceeded on his explanation, eyes sparkling with excitement. It was incredibly adorable, to me at least, the way he loved his profession so much. But I haven’t been the best judge lately. Not when he was involved, anyway. I guess our kiss worked like a catalyst that triggered the crush I had long forgotten back on. Tell me about an exothermic reaction.

Fine, no more chemistry puns. No one needs those, plus I’m the only who finds them amusing; wait, maybe if I told them to Dylan he would think it’s a funny trait of my personality. Or probably that he made the terrible mistake of being with a crazy girl.

My own thoughts made me chuckle while I copied the informations O'Brien had already put on the blackboard. He wasn’t exactly a writing person, but each topic the man considered important for our exam, and personal learning as well, was perfectly listed there. This organisation was perfect for later studies.

“Psht.” My best friend muttered, her shoulder lightly brushing mine. “What is up with you?”

“This is the fourth time today I tell you there’s nothing wrong. I also texted you three times saying I was good. Why do you keep insisting?”

“First things first, you never told how your ‘class’ went.” She said, rolling her eyes and glancing over her shoulder to see if no one was paying attention to our small conversation. “Second, Mr. McHottie-”

“Don’t call him that!”

“Mr. McHottie hasn’t taken his eyes off of you today. What is up with that?”

“Shut up!” I exclaimed, lowly, my eyes narrowed whilst I shook my head. The brown haired girl solely sighed, her green eyes seeming bored. “Look, I told you nothing happened. Plus, if people hear you talking that-”

“I don’t fucking care, Y/N!”

“Is there are problem, miss Smith and miss Williams?” Dylan queried, ceasing his extensive monologue due to mine and Karen’s angry whispers.

“No, Mr. O'Brien.” Karen denied, straightening herself back on her place. “We’re fine, aren’t we, Y/N?”

In an attempt of keeping myself together, so I wouldn’t fight with her in front of everyone for a silly reason, I took a deep breath and nodded. I knew Karen was upset with the way I was acting in the past two days; to be honest, I didn’t fully comprehended what the hell was going on with me, nonetheless, she needn’t to act like a child about it.

However, before I had even time to, I don’t know, write her a note or something, saying I would explain things later, the bell rang, announcing the end of the class. She gazed over her shoulder at the door one last time, her eyes soaked in upsetness.

Fuck.

I shoved my books back into my blue backpack with an angry huff, placing the right handle on my shoulder.

“Miss Smith? Could you wait a little bit? I want to speak with you.” Spinning on my heel to face him, my eyebrows knitted together, I shot him a confused glance, not knowing why he was asking me to “talk” when a couple of geek girls were still inside the room. “It’s about your grade.”

“Oh, oh, yeah. I totally meant to talk to you about it too.”

O'Brien placed his warm palm against my back, leading me, who was formerly standing next to the exit, towards his desk. Oh God. I knew it was innocent, believe me, I did, but I just couldn’t help the rough wave of electrical shocks that hit me when his hand tenderly pressed my upper back.

He, then, near his stuff, began fumbling through his papers, also leaning in to search on his drawers too; however, if I’m allowed to make a side note, I was damn sure I had the very exam he mentioned carefully stored home inside a file on the back of my school compartment, which means this was some lame excuse for us to talk in private. Smooth, Dylan, just smooth.

I put my hands on my waist, allowing a soft sigh to crawl out my lips, gazing back to find that Angela, a sweet brown eyed girl with glasses and a high ponytail, was closing her notebook and placing it within her greyish backpack. The other one, her friend, Marcia, was positioned by the exit, waiting to go.

“Okay, all set. Bye, Mr. O'Brien. Smith.” She mumbled awkwardly, trudging to the threshold where the blonde teenager awaited for her.

“Bye.” We both replied, waving goodbye.

The second the tall wooden door was slammed shut, Dylan ceased looking for my “wrong” test. Instead, he walked up to me, opening a space between me and his table. For a moment, I got lost on his whiskey coloured eyes, this time filled with doubt. I knew it must have been just as conflictuous to him as it was for me.

“We should-”

“Yes, but not in here.” He said, shaking his head. “It isn’t safe.”

“Then where?”

“Uh, I’d offer my place.” Under those words, I felt myself grow numb and my heart skipped a beat. “Yet, I don’t think it is suitable. Just… Just meet me at this bar later, at eight.”

“I can’t go out tonight, my mum wouldn’t let me.” O'Brien frowned, his forehead wrinkled in exasperation. “Oh what the hell, I’ll figure out some excuse. Just write the address and I’ll be there.”

“Are you okay with this?”

“Of course I am, we need to talk about what happened and if can’t be here, it has to be somewhere else. I don’t really care.”

“Okay, I’ll just write in here and, uh, I’ll be waiting for you there.”

“Fine.”

Convincing my mother to let me go out at night was the hardest thing I have done in my life, however, I managed to succeed at it, promising I would behave and not get into trouble. The rule she established was that I should be home before midnight; what wouldn’t exactly be a problem, because I didn’t think the talk was going to last long. He was probably going to say that it had been a mistake, that we shouldn’t do it again, then I’d be back home. Yes.

Nevertheless, the fact I was most likely getting rejected by O'Brien, despite knowing the undeniable spark we had between us, didn’t stop me from picking up the nicest dress I had in my closet. Well, it was nothing fancy, just a tight black dress with a considerable cleavage on the front that would get his eyes glued to the exposed area of my chest. A girl can try to be sexy, right?

A laugh fell from my mouth as I finished applying the last layer of red lipstick. Giving myself a small wink, I went downstairs, heading out where an Uber was already waiting for me. I quickly got inside, finding a sympathetic looking old man behind the steering wheel.

“Where are you going, miss?”

“It’s a small place downtown called ‘Rojo’ or something like that.”

“Oh.” His forehead wrinkled whilst he scratched his beard. “I know where it is. It’s a bar… Are you sure you’re not too young to be going there?”

“Uh, I think it’s none of your business.” Shaking my head, I fastened my seatbelt. “Now could you please drop me off there?”

“As you wish, young lady.”

The next twenty minutes were painfully slow and quiet; the driver was probably pissed at the way I responded him, not that I cared anyway. If there was something I hated, it was people invading my personal space. Like, he had no business on what I would do at that bar. Ok, I perhaps shouldn’t have come off so strong, the poor man was just being nice to me…

Oh bite me, as if I hadn’t enough to worry about already.

Trying to keep those thoughts away, I shook my head, inhaling a good deep breath and watching the trees pass by me in a blur. Once more, possibly the nth time today, my mind flew back to last night’s kiss. To be honest, I was still in awe, the silky touch of his lips pressed onto mine, his grip on my waist, his hands bringing us closer… Shit, that brown haired, mole speckled man was purely intoxicating. Like a very addictive drug flooding my blood, providing me with a overdose of serotonin.

And I should definitely dim down on the cheesy stuff, because, man, it feels weird. I was getting too excited. What the hell was going on with me?

“Girl, we’ve arrived your destination.” The Uber drive muttered, glancing over his shoulder. “That will cost $20.”

“Thank you.” I mumbled, handing him a twenty dollar bill and quickly walking out of his car, watching the poorly lit place I was currently about to enter whilst hearing the tires screeching as the driver sped out.

“Okay, now I totally see what his point was.”, I thought, gripping my small purse strongly and heading towards the small bar. At a first glance, you would think this was a haunted house due to the entrance aspects, however, once inside, the pub was actually pretty cosy. A light jazz music was playing in the background, small booths perfectly arranged… I could risk myself saying it was a tad romantic. Plus, it was the kind of place no one I knew would visit, which was probably the reason why Dylan chose it.

Speaking of the devil, he was here already, sitting carelessly at a table in the back. Hell, he was looking good. His chestnut brown hair was tousled, beard carefully trimmed, framing those pink lips of his in a way they shouldn’t, a thin grey shirt tight around his muscles… Fuck, I wanted nothing more than to jump onto him and scatter kisses on all of him. Savouring that minted flavour once more.

I clamped my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to contain the sudden rush of adrenaline that ran across my form. He didn’t have to know how his mere presence affected me so much. God he made me feel like a fifteen year old finding out about boys.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” O'Brien muttered, as soon as he acknowledged my presence. He, then, sipped at a white liquid from a glass that was on his table, eyes still gazing down to the cup. “I’m surprised you did.”

“We needed to talk.” I shrugged, taking a seat in front of him. “Plus I never back away from the things I say.”

“Yes, I wouldn’t expect less from you.” His honey irises eventually risen to face me, incredibly hardened this time. “You’re such a mature person, Y/N, I guess it was why I forgotten you are my student last night.”

“Mr.-”

“No formalities, please.” He rolled his eyes, excusing me with a wave. “We can excuse them for a moment, just let me talk, alright?”

“Fine, Dylan, go ahead.”

“First I want to apologise for what I did, I shouldn’t have put you in this position.”

“Excuse me? Are you honestly apologising for kissing me?” This time it was my turn to act annoyed, my hand unconsciously landing over his while I huffed. “I really, really, enjoyed it. Also, it isn’t like you have forced me into it anyway. I kissed you just as much as you kissed me.”

“Yes, but I am the adult. I should know better than letting my impulses get the best of me. I feel like I-I corrupted you or something.”

“Of course you didn’t, that’s silly. I’m seventeen, not five years old.” A small giggle fell from my mouth, my thumb still circling the back of his hand. “But, if you feel uncomfortable, then we can pretend it never happened.”

“This isn’t about being comfortable, it’s about doing what’s right. If we were in a different situation, I’d choose to be with you anytime.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because it could get you in trouble. Both of us.”

“I don’t care. Not when doing what’s wrong feels so right to me.” Our gazes linked, so filled with emotions I felt overwhelmed for a second. His fingers intertwined with mine, causing my heart to beat irregularly; the electrical waves were back too. “Doesn’t it feel good? Please tell me I’m not wrong about this.”

“It feels amazing, Y/N.” Dylan traced a wet line on his bottom lip, squeezing out palms together. “Can I… Just one last time…?”

“Kiss me? Yes, you can. We don’t have think about the consequences now, do we?”

“No, we don’t.”

Without breaking the skin contact, I hushedly moved to sit beside him, crashing my lips onto his the second my butt was pressed against the cushioned booth. He didn’t hesitate either, hands going down to grasp my hips, digits massaging the region at leisure whilst the man hungrily searched for my mouth, tongue slipping in, fighting with mine. Man, he was a good kisser. I had shudders slapping my form whenever he locked my lower lip between his.

I laced my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies closer and deepening the fond action, wishing I could make this moment last forever. However, a minute or two later, the air ran dry, making us pull away, noses still brushing one another, eyes still connected, foreheads still glued. Everything fit perfectly, like it was meant to be, no matter what the external rules were.

“Oh fuck…” The whiskey coloured eye man whispered, breathlessly. “I fantasized about this a hundred times. I knew it was wrong but I wanted it anyway.”

“You said if we were in a different position, you’d choose me. So… Let’s pretend you’re not Mr. O'Brien and I’m not Miss Smith. We’re Dylan and Y/N, two people who happen to fancy each other. ” Leaning forward I, stole a peck from his perfectly shaped lips. A chuckle escaped afterwards. “What do you say?”

“Yes. I think I can do that. We just have to be Mr. O'Brien and Miss Smith at school.” Dylan dragged his mouth across my face, scattering feather light kisses on my cheek, erupting goosebumps all over my body. “Now what do you say we kiss one more time? For luck.”

“Uh-huh. Anything you want.”

While I surrendered to his gentle touch, I couldn’t help but think that he was everything I never realised I wanted before. And now that I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t let him slip away from my fingertips.

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 3 years

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Dylan O’Brien - Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Here’s every pieces I wrote about Dylan O’Brien, to read for his characters, please refer to the main masterlist!

NSFW = 18+ ;)

DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WRITING. NEVER. NOT TODAY. NOT TOMORROW. NEVER.

Always Follow You Dreams (Chloe x Dylan)

Summary: People always say to follow your dream. That’s what I did. But I never thought I would meet him. Actually I still can’t believe it.

Some Dylan and Soup / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5(Mal x Dylan)

Summary: You’re sick, and it happens that the two things you want most are now in your apartment. Dylan, your best friend, and soup.

Gladly Mistaken / Part 2

Summary: Loving Halloween is one thing. Attending a party is another. Being called slut by your boyfriend is painful. Drinking is a normal reaction. But kissing the wrong person in costume? It can either be pathetic or having a surprising ending.

Home (Baseball au) (NSFW)

Summary: Being the fiancé of a talented Mets player has many advantages. At one particular match, Dylan is very nervous. So, to reassure him, you promise the night of his life if he wins…

Challenge Accepted

Summary: Something happened. You best friend now seems to hate you but you don’t know why. To get her back, you have to win a baseball match against her and her team. The only problem? You don’t have a team. Or skills. You don’t even know where to begin. Until an angel named Dylan O’Brien comes to your rescue.

The Pillow

Summary: When Dylan loses his pillow at the airport because of too many crazy fans, you run with it like your life is on the line (it is) when these fangirls start to run after you to keep the precious pillow for themselves. And now, you have to bring the pillow back to safety into its owner arms before the night, with crazy fangirls running after you and no help to find the actor.

Dirty Little Fantasies (NSFW)

Summary: I only wanted him to notice me. That’s why I seduced the barmaid on purpose in front of him. But I was far from knowing the truth. Dylan knew. He knew about all my… dirty fantasies. As I discover a new side of my boyfriend, all the pieces of the puzzle form one. He planned to give me the night of my life.

Glitter and Gold

Summary: The day of your first year anniversary should have been perfect. But an incident regarding your weight at the amusement park changes the whole day. (Plus size!Reader)

Blind Date

Summary: You really don’t want to go. But in the end, why not? If it sucks, you can still enjoy the movie. It’s just a simple blind date. But… is it?

Childhood Love

Summary: Having feelings for the brother of your childhood/best friend is already complicated. Add to the mix that the brother is a known, beautiful, talented actor. And that you’re not the skinniest, prettiest or popular person around. Sounds impossible, am I right? Or… maybe… (Plus size!Reader)

Behave (NSFW)

Summary: You promised you would behave when Dylan invited you to come with him to his after party. But you can’t help it, teasing him is always so fun… Until the punishment arrives. And bad girls don’t get to cum.

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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Teen Wolf Rewrite Masterlist

BIG MASTERLIST | KO-FI

↪ Please respect my work. Don’t copy, translate or claim them as yours. Not on this website or another. All Rights Are Reserved. Otherwise, legal actions will be taken.

UPDATE EVERY SATURDAY!

SEASON 1

Tiny teaser.

The tell.

Heart monitor: Part 1, Part 2.

Night School.

Lunatic.

Wolf’s bane.

Co-Captain.

Formality-Breaker

SEASON 2

Omega.

Shape Shifted.

Ice Pick.

Abomination.

Venomous.

Frenemy.

Restraint.

Raving.

Party Guessed.

Fury.

Battleplan.

SEASON 3

Tattoo.

Chaos Rising.

Unleashed Fireflies.

Frayed.

Motel California.

Current Visionary.

The Girls Who Knew Too Much.

The Overlooked.

Alpha Pact.

Lunar Ellipse.

Anchors.

More Bad Than Good.

Galvanize.

Illuminated Silver-Riddled.

Letharia Vulpina.

Echo House.

The Fox, The Wolf and De-Void.

The Insatiable Divine Move.

SEASON 4

The Dark Moon.

117.

Muted.

The Benefactor.

I.E.D.

Orphaned.

Weaponized.

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themazerunnergroupforever · 3 years

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Paradise

Pairing: Newt x reader.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Just a short, little blurb for you guys.

Requests: Open.

Summary: Paradise with Newt.

You can listen to this song while reading if you’d like.

You finally made it. Paradise was just right in front of your eyes. Newt was holding you from behind. Arms around your waist. You watched as everyone reunited with their loved ones. “We made it” He whispered into your ear. You looked up into his beautiful brown eyes, that you had fallen in love with many years ago. “We made it” You repeated, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Oh, slim it guys!” You heard Minho yell ahead of you. You turned to look at him, “Lets explore this place!” He said grabbing yours and Newts arm dragging you down to the beach.

Minho had let go when you guys started walking and he ran ahead. You giggled and ran after him, Newt not far behind you. He caught up to you and grabbed you, lifting you in the air and spinning you around. When he set you down, he started tickling you, “Stopppp!!” you yelled, while laughing your head off. Minho, from up ahead heard you yell and turned around to look at you guys. He was happy for you two. You two were made for each other. It was always Newt and Y/N wherever you guys went.

You tried to get free from his death grip, pushing his arms, that wouldn't budge. “Let goooo” You yelled, still laughing. He smiled. “I don't think so, Love” He said. “I enjoy this game” He smirked.

After enough begging he finally stopped tickling you, not letting you out of his grip. He swung you around, so you were on his back. He walked over to the water and by now the sun was setting. You’d never seen anything so beautiful, apart from Newt. It looked like heaven. He set you down and you walked in front of him wrapping your arms around his neck. “This is the best paradise anyone could have ever asked for” You said. He smiled at you and placed his soft lips to yours. It was true. Paradise with Newt forever sounded so perfect, you had dreamt of it forever and now you were finally here.

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mischiefandi · 4 years

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A Shitty Love Song - Stiles Stilinski

(the moodboard was created by myself, the pictures were not)

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

🌙Prologue

🌙Part 1: Wild Ones

🌙Part 2: Altered State Of Mind

🌙Part 3: No Shame

🌙Part 4: Cheap Thrills

🌙Part 5: Just Kiss Her

🌙Part 6: Little Light

🌙Part 7: How To Save A Life

🌙Part 8: Lonely Boy

🌙Part 9: Sparks

🌙Part 10: A Shitty Love Song

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myloveoffandoms · 6 years

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Friendship, Love, or Both (Part 1)

Warnings: Leading to Smut (for part 3), IDK, love triangle,

Word count: 1,900 and some

A/N: Going to try to make this into a series, so thats why for the very undramatic end but there will be a second part up in a few days. If you don't what the best girlfriends to have names just tell me so i can make them into Y/B/F/N and tell me who you want yourself to end up with and if i should continue with this. Thanks. ☺️ (Didn’t prof read sorry for any mistakes if there are any.)

Summary: You and Dylan had been friends for years and close friends at that. You always hung out when ever you could even if that meant going to photo shoots with him or even going to set with him. One thing that neither of you guys could admit to one another or yourself's is that you both liked each other more then just friends. So when he starts dating someone, you have different ways of dealing with it that your best friend doesn't approve of, but these methods may just lead to new feelings for someone else.

You were with Dylan at his photo shoot and he was just messing around well they were taking photo after photo. You just stayed quite in the back ground to make sure you didn't disturb the people working, or to distract Dylan from what he was doing.

As soon as he was done he was walking towards you he drops is arm over your shoulder, turns to his side and ask's "Ready to go?" With a small smile on his face.

"yep lets head out" your replied walking in the direction to his car.

You move out from under his arm and go to the passenger door you set your hand on the handle waiting for him to unlock the door. When you hear the click you open your door and sit in passenger seat that usually is perfectly adjusted to you but you had noticed the chair was moved up and that it was in more of a leaned back position. You didn't think much of it since you just assumed one of his friends was sitting in it last.

Your so comfortable you don't even ask and just adjust it back to the way you normally have it. You see Dylan looking at you from the corner of your eye you noticed he had an expression on his face you couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Everything okay?" You questioned him.

"Yep fine. Why?" He replied back quickly.

"You looked kinda worried, are you sure everything okay?" You questioned him again.

"Yes fine don't worry." He said flatly

"You just had a weird look on your face thought maybe something was wrong." You stated calmly.

"Nope nothings wrong." He said starting the car and starting to drive.

You wanted to ask him more because you know when he's got something on his mind but you also know that he doesn't like to feel like he's under pressure so you left it alone and knew he would talk to you when he was ready.

You got to your apartment building and parked the car getting ready to climb the stairs to your 5th stories apartment, when Dylan's phone started to ring.

"Hey, yeah i can't talk right now. I'll call you back later okay?" He said quickly and quietly well walking slowly behind me. "No. No, I haven't." he was still speaking quickly and quietly. "Yes, I will don't worry. Yes I'll see you tonight bye." He said the last part even quieter then the rest.

You walked through the door that leads to the stairs and start climbing them. You were going to question him about the phone call but decided against it. He had been super secretive lately not just today for the past, now that you think of it month or more he has been really quite and secretive. You hated realizing that because you guys never kept secrets from each other. The more you thought about it the more it bothered you because the more you would realize like n the past month he has canceled on you more then he ever has before.

"You just had to live on the 5th floor of an apartment building without an elevator." You heard the deep voice of your best friend complain as he broke your train of thought.

"Stop complaining its good exercise." You replied back with sass.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He replied half laughing. normal you would laugh back but your previous thoughts were getting the best of you, so you just stayed silent until you got into your apartment.

As you walked inside you, you dropped your keys into a bowl by the door, took off your shoes set them off to the side and made your way over to the living room couch where you let you self flop down and let out a sigh. You would never admit with Dylan around but an elevator would be a gift from the gods.

Dylan sat down beside you and flicked the tv on. Today was Saturday, you always hung out on Saturday nights and had a movie night with take out and loads of junk food. The only time you guys didn't have your Saturday movie nights was when Dylan had movies/tv show to shoot or something else that was for his job, but i guess that was about to all change.

"So Y/N/N, I need to talk to you.." He was speaking calmly but yet very slow almost like he was scared if he spoke normal or to quick he would scare you.

"Okay what about?" You ask not braking focus on the TV.

"About tonight."

"What about it? If this is you not wanting the same take out as me you know we can order from two places right?" You said with a smart ass smile but still not turning your attention to him. you weren't sure what show you were watching but it was interesting even when Dylan's talking.

"No. No, not that. I nee.." You cut him off before he even finished not that you fully realized you cut him off.

"Then what?" you asked.

"I have to cancel!" He half shouted and the whole talking slow thing went out the window. Confusion swept over your face. He never cancelled not unless he was working.

"What? Why? Do you have a work thing? you told me you were all good for tonight like 2 days ago?" You interrogated him. He started rubbing the back of his neck. You could tell he was nervous.

"Um.. well.. I.." He was fumbling.

"Spit it out." You said staring at him.

"I have a date with a girl I've been seeing for a month now and i told her i would take her out for her birthday which is tonight and I'm sorry don't be mad." He spit out as fast as his mouth could form the words. You didn't really know what to say not in a like he betrayed me way more of a why would he hide this kind of way.

"Y/N.." His eyes scanning you for a response.

"Why didn't you tell me you were dating someone?" you asked softly.

"I..I.. I don't know really guess i just didn't know how..." He stuttered out. You had feelings about this ones you couldn't really processes but one you knew and that was sadness not for the fact he was dating someone but because Saturday was the one night you always looked forward to. It was your time to relax calm down and just hang with your best friend, with no worries or stress.

"Y/N, is that okay?" He asked you seeking permission.

"I'm not your mother. I don't care who you date or what you do." You spoke quickly and realized that came out a lot harsher then you meant it. so you laughed a little at the end hoping to cover the annoyance in your voice.

"Are you sure? I can cancel.." He said calmly. You were more annoyed because it had been 2 weeks since your Saturday movie nights. You wanted to tell him to stay and cancel on that girl but you didn't.

"Yep, I'm sure go on your date I'll talk to you later." You said with a half smile. turning to your cell phone sending a text to your friends to see if they wanted to hang out tonight.

"Well I can stay for a bit before i have to go." He said watching you type on your phone. Just as you were about to answer him your friends answered saying that they wanted to go out dancing tonight. You sent back telling them to come to your place to get ready and that you could all leave from your place.

"No, you can go its okay. I'm going to hang with the girls tonight instead." You stated.

"Okay, I'll text you later?" He asked more then stated, as he was walking out the door. you didn't reply.

Once you and all your friends were ready for your night on the town your best girlfriend Nikky pulls out her phone stating "no way we are not documenting this, when we look this good!" There was only four of you but you all got close together and snapped a few photos before heading out to your uber.

You were out on the dance floor having a blast with your friends, you had lost count of the drinks you have had and weren't really paying attention to who was around you, you were just having fun, but you started to get a little thirsty so you headed over to the bar and asked the cute bartender for a bottle of water. As soon as the bottle was in your hand you opened it and chugged back half the bottle when you set it down and took a breath you heard a laughter behind you.

When you turned around there stood Austin Butler, laughing, laughing at you that is.

"You seem a little thirsty!" He shouted over the music. You Laughed lightly. Freaking out in your head because yes you knew Celebrities thanks to Dylan but you had a crush on this guy since you seen him on Neds declassified school survival guide way back in 2005, and you had seen all his stuff since then as well.

"Yeah just a little bit!" You shouted back.

"Why don't you come up here with me." He shouted to you. He was in the VIP section somewheres you don't think they will let you in with out Dylan or someone else.

"I don't think they will let me in!" You answered.

"Just go to the rope they will let you in!" He shouted down as he walked off towards the two big guys dressed in all black. you started your way over to them the looks on there faces not changing in expression what so ever. As soon as you get to the rope one of them brags the rope moves it out of the way and lets you in.

"See no problem." Austin spoke into your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you laugh lightly in reply. He places his hand in the small of your back guiding you over to where he was just shortly before. you take a seat next to him on a black couch.

"Haven't seen you in here before." he said into your ear sending more shivers down your spine.

"Don't usually go out much especially to clubs." You answered back into his ear.

"Want to get out of hear then?" He asked amused. You weren't the type to just run off with some guy you didn't know but with him you didn't really care.

"Sure, but where would we go?" You asked curiously.

"You hungry? We could go get food." He asked and stated.

"Sounds great!" Now that he said that you realized you hadn't eaten since lunch and were starting.

"Lets go." He said into your ear and grabbing your hand with his and making your way to the exit.

As you were walking down the streets he had asked you where you wanted to go to eat and you replied anywheres as long as its good.

with that he took you to a little late night pasta place with a name you could barely pronounce.

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hessafeelsfordayss · 3 years

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So I've been reading the 'Smoke and Fire' series written by the amazing @writingsbychlo, and of course while reading it I picture(d) Josephine as the main character (because when do I not picture her?), so I decided to make a few edits of her as a paramedic!

Words can't describe how in love with the series I am. It's managed to make me burst out laughing, it's broken my heart and made me bawl my eyes out, and then managed to put it back together, I feel like I'm actually in the story while reading it, I feel the close bond the main character shares with the rest of the team, and I feel like I'm experiencing all the events that the main character goes through. I feel her pain.. when she's hurt I'm hurt, when she feels sick I feel sick, I feel her every emotion and not many writers are able to make their readers feel that.

The tension between the main character and Thomas is immaculate, and it's even more perfect when they go from enemies, to acquaintances, to friends, to more.

@writingsbychlo is one of my favorite fanfiction authors, and I truly hope she can publish her own books one day, because I would 100 percent buy and read them! It would also be a dream to see this wonderful series turned into a movie!

Anyway, I'm sorry for rambling and if the edits are bad, but seriously if you haven't read her works, especially 'Smoke and Fire', I highly recommend that you do so!

You won't be disappointed, especially if you love Dylan O'Brien and all of his characters.

P.S. The amazing edit of Thomas as a Fireman was made by her also! The rest are from Dylan's movies, The Maze Runner Trilogy, and the Josephine ones are edits that I made!

I'm also planning on making more edits of her as a paramedic, her and Thomas together, and some Thomas x Y/N Moodboards, hopefully here soon! 💖

#thomas tmr #thomas the maze runner #thomas scorch trials #thomas the death cure #thomas x reader #writings by chlo #smoke and fire #josephine langford #josephine langford edit #josephine langford manip #dylan o'brien edit #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien manip #dylan o'brien fanfiction

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intoanothermind · 4 years

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Library - Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 1.370

- Dylan O’Brien x reader

Synopsis: What happens when you meet a mysterious guy in the library you own?

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Once again I had trouble getting the book I wanted from the shelf. I wasn't short - far from it - but my 5’8 didn't seem enough to reach the last shelf. As I was about to snort and give up reading, I saw an arm running past me and grabbing the desired book. I smiled, turning to D, as he'd asked to call him.

The way I met him was a little unusual.

I fled from Portland at the age of 16, in the biggest act of madness and courage after one of the worst beating I took from my drunk dad. I arrived in Los Angeles completely lost and was welcomed by Mrs. Jones, a kind widow who took me as the daughter she never had. A year later, she passed away, leaving her little bustling bookstore for me to take care of. Two months later, a hooded boy appeared who seemed to be on the run. He asked for shelter for a few hours and we talked all the time until he had to go. I thought I would never see him again, but since then he has kept up the routine of coming to the small bookstore and spending a few hours of his day with me.

Unfortunately, over the course of seven months, I fell in love with the boy I don't know the name of and didn't even see his face.

“Always popping up at the most unexpected times, aren’t we?!” I joked, and I almost felt euphoric to see the shadow of a smile on his lips.

“I need to help my favourite shorty.” He replied, putting the book in my hands.

“I'm not that short, you have to admit it.” I muttered, approaching him and squinting.

“It looks short enough for me.” He ruffled my curls, making me slightly irritated.

I glared at him, but something about him seemed familiar. The late afternoon glow didn't cooperate, but the few traces of his jaw poked my mind like silent curiosity.

“Sometimes I feel like I know you, D.” I muttered, more to myself than to him.

He looked uneasy, lowering his hood further to keep me from seeing his face.

“Anh... Are you going to read this book again?!” He asked, obviously nervous and trying to cover it up.

I shook my head out of the trance and watched the book The Death Cure he had put in my hands.

I shrugged. “I never get tired of this series.”

“Don't you prefer the movie?” He asked, and I could almost hear an amused tone in his voice.

“As much as I love books, don't ask me to choose between them and Dylan O'Brien. The reading will always lose in that case.” I said, walking over to the nearest table and sitting down.

D sat opposite me, frantically wiggling his fingers, and I realized he was extremely nervous.

“D, is everything alright?” I asked, holding his hands in an impulsive and automatic gesture. He seemed to relax at my touch, which made me smile.

“What do you really think about this actor, Y/N? What would be your reaction to meeting him?”

“How so?!”

“Is it just fan love or something?”

I blushed, releasing his hand so he wouldn't notice my fingers shaking.

“I thought it wasn't something else until I felt different with another boy.”

He looked angry, and I realized what I said. I held his wrist as he threatened to leave and prevented him from getting up.

“It's you, D.” I murmured, feeling his gaze on me. “Although I don't know who you are, you changed my life. Unfortunately, I still feel confused.”

I was startled when I felt his fingers caress my cheek, but I didn't back down.

“You won't have to be like this.” He said, and my heart skipped a beat at his caring tone.

“What do you mean?” I frowned, confused.

“I mean it's time for you to know who I am.”

My heartbeat quickened and I only realized that I had risen when I saw his face when I heard the thud of the chair slumped behind me.

“My God.” I muttered, putting my hand over my mouth.

Dylan O'Brien was standing in front of me.

“Calm down, Y/N, I can...” he began to say, but I just wanted to know one thing.

“Why?”

“When I came in that day, I realized you needed a friend and I didn't want my identity to get in the way.”

Although my fan side wanted to jump on him, I stepped back, as if I'd been stabbed.

“Don’t you trust me?!” I felt outraged.

“No, no, no. Is not it.” He came quickly to my side of the table, holding my face and wiping away the tears I didn't even realize were falling. “But I didn't know at first if you were a fan or not, and I wanted to be your friend.”

“And why tell me now?” I asked, trying not to freak out as I realized what was really going on.

“It seems that I fell in love with my fan, owner of this bookstore.”

Seeing his features and his beauty marks that I watched so much on television, videos and photos, I just had the reaction of jumping into his arms and holding him as tightly as I could.

“Was that a fan hug, friendly hug or...?” He asked, laughing.

“I think all three of them.” I said, feeling him hold me tighter against him.

His scent flooded my senses and his warmth warmed me. I could stay forever in that hug and wouldn't complain. I slowly separated from him, watching his hazel eyes that I had dreamed of seeing personally. I bit my lower lip on impulse, and winced as his eyes followed my movement. When I least expected it, I felt his lips crash against mine. I lost my senses when his tongue invaded my mouth and touched mine. I had so much time that I didn't go out with anyone I didn't even remember what it was like to kiss, so I let him guide me. His hands came down to my waist and as he squeezed me tighter, breaking any space between our bodies. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss further. I felt him shiver as I lightly scratched the back of his neck and ended up breaking the kiss by smiling over his lips.

“Forgive me.” He whispered against my lips. “I want to do it the right way. Do you want to go out with me, Y/N?” He asked, and I thanked him for holding me around the waist and keeping me on my feet.

I smiled at him, unable to believe it. “Of course I do.”

Dylan hugged me once more and I snuggled against his chest.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.” He muttered, and I shivered as I felt his breath against the back of my neck.

“I wanted to be mad at you, but I just can't.”

He laughed, and I felt his body vibrate against mine. “Good then.”

I turned away from him, a little embarrassed.

“Can I... be a fan for a moment and ask for a picture with you?”

Dylan laughed audibly but nodded. I grinned as he hugged me from behind so I could snap the picture. He turned to face me soon after, keeping his hands on my hips.

“I'll pick you up here tonight at eight, sounds good?”

I nodded, smiling. Dylan stole one more kiss before he left.

And I couldn't stop thinking that the feeling of already knowing D was because I really did.

And I was already in love with him.

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agentsofsupernaturalmarvel · 4 years

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Meeting The Family // Tom Holland

IN WHICH: Y/N O’Brien decides to bring her boyfriend to meet her parents and sister only to discover her older brother too. The older brother who influenced the relationship between the couple with his career. Will Tom made a good impression of the O’Brien clan? Specifically the protective brother?

Characters: O’Brien!Reader x Tom Holland, sister!reader x brother!Dylan O’Brien, Julia O’Brien, Lisa and Patrick O’Brien

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Swearing, tooth decaying fluff and mentions of same sex relationships (this shouldn’t need to be a warning!)

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time! Hope you enjoy!

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London was everything you had wanted to see since you graduated high school only a handful of years ago. When the Maze Runner series was ongoing, you often attended when they fell into the school breaks as support for your brother. While you and Julia were close, the bond you had with your older brother was closer. Dylan had always wanted a baby sibling from the time he understood what brother meant and your parents had no plan to have more children. Your conception was a complete surprise to the O'Brien clan, but a welcomed one. Three kids were enough for Lisa and Patrick O'Brien.

Once Dylan was cast as Stiles in Teen Wolf, his entire world changed, and more roles were offered until it was hard to see him. He always made sure to be there for birthdays and your high school graduation and to scare any boys. He was however often unavailable to catch your softball games in high school, acting was his thing, and softball was yours. It was also Dylan's acting career that allowed you to be introduced to your boyfriend. The boyfriend that Dylan wasn't aware of.

Tom was smitten the minute he saw you at his movie premiere to the point he grew the balls to ask you out, and the rest was history. As a family member to an actor, you understood the relationship would be harder than most, but it was worth it. Tom was worth it.

"Tom! We gotta go!" You called out to your boyfriend in your hotel room. Tom made his appearance wearing that shirt you had loved from the first date he wore it on.

It was a muted green and black vertical striped button-up with white outlining each stripe that paired wonderfully with a pair of slim-fit black jeans. His hair was styled just enough to look presentable without losing the natural curly waves. His necklace resting against his clothed chest and the silver watch pulling it off. It was the perfect outfit for dinner with your family where they would meet the nameless boyfriend they knew about.

"What?" Tom asked, looking down at his outfit, "Is it bad?"

"No! It's my favourite shirt of yours." You admitted walking over to slide your fingers into his while leaning up to press a lingering kiss to his lips, "My Mom is going to love you."

"I hope so." Tom murmured nudging his nose against yours, "I would love to have my future mother-in-law like me."

While not engaged the topic of marriage and a family had been spoken about every once in a while. You both knew that each other was The One, but it had no formal engagement until your significant other met the future-in-laws.

"The only person you had to worry about is my brother."

"The brother that learned how to shoot a gun on three sets. Teen Wolf for comedy, Maze Runner series and American Assassin." Tom spoke with a nervous glint in his eye. Technically your father had met Tom on a Skype session, and he didn't recognize him surprisingly.

As you drove into your hometown, you gave the rundown of your family to Tom. Hermosa Beach, California hadn't changed in the months you had spent away during the fall and winter semesters at university. The lady that babysat you still lived a block away from the O'Brien house with the cute old fashioned style with window box flowers. You had helped her plant some ever spring.

The O'Brien home had changed very slightly, but being away made you more aware of the changes. Both Julia and Dylan's cars were already parked on the street against the curb, so Tom followed suit by parking behind Dylan.

"Oh god, Dylan and Julia are both here." You whispered glancing over at Tom, "Dylan's filming schedule must have changed."

The house smelled terrific inside with the voices carrying in the open space of the living room and the kitchen. Removing your shoes, Tom and you made your way to the kitchen where your mom was tossing a salad. Outside your father was grilling steak with Dylan talking his ear off.

"Hey, Mom." You breathed, pressing a kiss to her cheek before stepping back, "I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Tom."

Lisa O'Brien was a loving person who accepted everyone with open arms no matter the circumstance and displayed this as she pulled Tom into a hug. Tom stiffened before hugging her back tightly, her energy and embrace reminding him of his parents back in England.

"Hello Tom, welcome to our home." Lisa smiled, stepping back, "If you want to join the boys outside, feel free."

"Actually, is there anything I can help you with?" Tom asked following your steps as you washed your hands at the sink. Lisa smiled once more nodding in response.

"Can you cut some cucumbers up please in circles," Lisa asked, and her approval grew as Tom stepped up to the job immediately. Her dark hair was pulled away from her face revealing features that Tom could see in you.

While Tom settled into a pleasant conversation with Lisa on his childhood and family, you finished setting the table. Once finished, you left the two of them to their own devices before stepping into the backyard where Dylan was talking animatedly about the Mets.

"I can't believe it. My dear Mets fanatic brother hasn't even invited me to a game." You gasped faking being scandalized with a grin that split your act. Dylan was quick to yank you into a tight hug holding his beer away to keep it from sloshing on you.

"Well if my little sister was around when I'm able to go." Dylan teased back stepping away to scan you, "You look more dressed up than normal for family supper."

He was right, typically when you wore a sweater and leggings; today you wore your favourite shirt and form-fitting jeans. Shoes were cute booties that matched the dark brown colour in your colourful cardigan. The most typical part of your outfit was your makeup being just like you wore every day.

"Mr. O'Brien, I've been sent to inform you that Mrs. O'B…I mean Lisa." Tom cut himself off as Lisa informed her to call her by her first name, "is finished with the side dishes."

Dylan was incredibly silent as he gazed at his fellow actor with a penetrating look in his eyes as his mind flipped through reasons he was there. You hadn't mentioned knowing the British actor in any of the conversations you had shared since you last saw each other in person. Tom returned to the kitchen before Dylan could question him, and you followed Tom as well. You didn't want to face Dylan's interrogation yet.

Dinner was spent with your parents asking Tom questions, from the typical childhood stories up until how you two met.

"We met at a movie premiere a few months back," Tom spoke up wiping the corner of his mouth as he took a sip of his water. He didn't hide that he drank alcohol but had chosen to stick to non-alcoholic drinks as he was driving home.

"He stumbled over his words asking for my number." You blushed to look at the man sitting next to you. Julia was hanging onto every word of the meeting with a small smile, she adored knowing her little sister was happy.

"Thankfully, she took pity on my nerves by giving me her number, and after getting to know each other, I asked her out." Tom grinned, "I asked my Mum for ideas, and then I planned."

"How did you do it?"

"There's a hole in the wall coffee shop I go to. The owner is originally from London and serves authentic tea. I took Y/N there for our third date, and the owner was nice enough to let me play barista.”

"Play barista?" Julia questioned with a grin plastered on her face taking a sip of the wine your parents had cracked open. Dylan was invested in this story as he nursed his beer paired with his steak and potatoes.

"It was silly. Tom slips behind the counter with this cheesy grin taking my drink order, and then he decides to order himself a snack to share with me. He brings the order to our table and announces the names he put on the order, he had made a sticker of a bee on the food with the word 'Bee', and the drink had 'Mine'."

"Aww!" Your mom announced as Tom leaned over to kiss the side of your head without even thinking about it.

The sight alone made your father nostalgic and sad at seeing his little girl was grown up and found a good man. Patrick O'Brien had no doubts that he was looking at his youngest child's future husband. Tom was everything Patrick and Lisa had wished for Y/N's significant other and the charming British accent was a bonus.

"We're having a fire out back with a few friends if you two would like to join us," Dad spoke with a sparkle in his eye as he grasped his wife's hand and then stood up to clear his plate.

Tom was quick to offer his help by taking your empty plate and his before following Patrick into the kitchen.

"Can I help Sir?" Tom asked your father. Wordlessly Patrick waved the young man to follow into the kitchen to start the dishes; it was a rule in the family that whoever made dinner would relax while the one who didn't clean up.

"In our house, we like to follow a rule. Since Lisa made most of the supper, I do the dishes. Normally, I would tell you to visit with the others, but I'd like to speak to you." Patrick spoke, beginning to run the water while Dylan made his appearance with the rest of the dirty dishes, "And Dylan wants to speak to you as well."

"Do you love her?" Dylan finally broke his quiet domineer as he opened a drawer where the dishcloths and drying towels were.

Tom mulled the question overtaking his time to answer in a way that would be completely honest. These two men were the most important in your life, and he wanted to ensure they knew he was serious about the relationship.

"I do. I think I fell in love on our second date." Tom mused, thinking back to the beautiful picnic in a low-key park. A stroke of luck had kept the date under-wrap and didn't find itself way into the media, "She's everything I've ever wanted. She's kind, caring, emotionally mature, and while she isn't in the industry, she understands."

"That's Y/N." Dylan softly spoke, "I'm just surprised we didn't know it was you. I only heard she was going on dates, but we never got a name."

"It was a mutual decision to keep our relationship private from everyone. We went into the relationship hesitant, but we both have spoken about our future. We've been together for nine months now, and we're ready to meet each other's family's officially." Patrick and Dylan listened carefully to the man that had a steady blush growing and a soft loving grin.

"And?" Patrick asked, stopping his motions to put his full attention on the young British man.

"We'd like to keep the relationship private from the media, but I am going to announce that I'm seeing someone if it comes up." Tom finished as he passed a dry plate to Dylan. Tom's head peaked to see that you were sitting with your sister and mother in the living room, "I know I don't have to ask for permission, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. I'd like to ask Y/N to marry me, and I'm okay with waiting a while to ask or even a long engagement for our families to get to know us."

Dylan was scrutinizing the nervous, but sure body language was enough for him to stop his uncharacteristic behaviour. At that moment Dylan knew that Tom was a lot more mature than he had been at his age; the fame Tom had gotten hadn't gone to his head; this Tom was just like any other average guy.

"Well, you have my blessing," Patrick responded

"So, what's your favourite baseball team?" Dylan asked with a giant grin that he shared with his sisters. Just as he asked, you walked into the kitchen after an interrogation from the other O'Brien women.

"I haven't really been to a game," Tom admitted chuckling at the gasp the older actor released. His head came down to rest on yours as you wrapped your arms around his midsection.

"Already trying to sway him to the Mets?" You joked turning to face the males, Dylan had put the last dish away while Patrick rinsed the sink clean.

Julia made her appearance by poking you in the side just as she had since you were a child that led to a small squeal falling from your lips. The squeal that made an amused smile appear on everyone in the room, including you.

"Don't you know that's a requirement to be part of this family." Julia joked tilting her head to scrutinize the only person in the room that piqued her interest. Julia never expected you to fall for an actor, let alone a British one, "So where will you two be living?"

"Julia!" You whined, shaking your head at your older sister. Her words fell silent when the gate in your backyard opened to your neighbours and closest family friends, "Hey look! The Taylor's are here!"

You rushed out the room dragging Tom with you to meet your childhood friends and family, the Taylors. The Taylors consisted of Trevor and Jason along with their two children Sadie and Eric, one of two same-sex couples that lived in your vicinity. In fact, you had shared your first kiss with Sadie when you were ten, in that experience, you discovered you weren't into Sadie; Sadie went on to have a crush on Julia for three years.

"Y/N!" Sadie exclaimed practically tackling you into a hug. Her blonde hair brushing against your cheek as she pulled back, her features hadn't changed since the last time you saw her. Sadie was a gymnast at UCLA with a fast track to the Olympics.

"Tom, this is my best friend, Sadie. Sadie this is my boyfriend, Tom." You introduced the two while Eric made his way over. Eric was born a year older than you born at the beginning of 1994 while you were born in the late part of 1995.

A trait that Tom had was adapting to every situation and making friends with everyone, and that's what he did the next two hours with the Taylors. He made no judgment on the Taylor's or even Julia for their sexual orientation, he accepted everyone.

"We should head back." Tom murmured against your head, sitting by the fire he had positioned you to sit between his legs with his arms and a blanket wrapped around you two. Your eyes were slowly blinking away the sleep while Dylan cast a soft smile at you; he may have trouble seeing you with someone, but you looked happy.

"We're gonna head out." You spoke to the people surrounding the fire. Your family and friends made their goodbyes as you and Tom took in your drinks and the blanket. Once your bottles were disposed of and a blanket folded into the basket, you left, "What did you think?”

"That I'm going to have to buy a Mets jersey." Tom joked, tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel, "I had a great time. I love your family, there just like mine, and I know where you get your looks and personality from."

"Dylan didn't intimidate you too much?" You smiled tilting your head to stare at him. Tom shook his head, "I'm happy you guys get along."

"Now, you get to meet my family." Tom winked taking your hand in his to rest on his thigh while you got comfortable to sleep for the hour ride home. Tom glanced at your sleeping features with a decision in mind, he would make sure to remember the ring he had nestled in a hidden compartment to London.

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland x you #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien imagines #o'brien!reader x brother!dylan o'brien #fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker #caitsyandashproductions

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rodimusprime2017 · 6 years

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Tv series fight

Summary: Y/N and the rest of the Teen Wolf cast had to get to Comic-Con in time for their panel. However the Arrowverse cast who are pretty much destroyed by every supernatural tv series have had enough of the supernatural shenanigans, and decide to end it once and for all. But the Teen Wolf cast have brought backup.

Fandom: The 100, Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Supernatural and Shadowhunters.

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Arrow, Supergirl, The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow and Black Lightning.

"I'm promised them I'd be there. I made a promise to Tyler Posey and Dylan O'Brien!" Y/N shouted as she decided to cut through the park to get to the San Diego Comic Con on time.

Unfortunately, her progress was halted when Emily Bett Rickards, David Ramsey, Willa Holland, Katie Cassidy and Colton Haynes appeared out of nowhere and blocked Y/N's path. And to matters worse, they were armed with axes.

"Great scott!!! Now what?" Y/N exclaimed, demanding to know what the hell is going on.

"Well, Y/N. You out for a jog?" A brown-haired guy stood in front the group. It was him, Oliver Queen himself.

"Stephen Amell?" Y/N asked. She looked back as people grabbed everything and ran away.

"Where's everyone going? Please, I don't have time to talk ok? I have to be somewhere." Y/N exclaims. The Teen Wolf panel was starting in half an hour.

"Well, that's funny because we have nowhere to be because you, Teen Wolf and those other supernatural shows pretty much destroyed our career." Stephen Amell exclaimed, clearly making a point. "You know what happened when I became the Green Arrow. It was a living hell!"

Y/N had pretty much had enough with the superheroes, it was clearly time to go. "I'm telling you Stephen, you have to let me go!"

But the cast of Arrow were having none of it. "Oh, six against one. This will be over fast." Emily Bett Rickards says, clearly making a point. Y/N thought she was dead meat, however........

"Maybe not so fast!!" A familiar voice echoes through the park. To Stephen's dismay. It was Tyler Posey, Y/N's boyfriend Dylan O'Brien, Holland Roden, Dylan Sprayberry, Shelley Hennig, Cody Christian, David Sharman, Arden Cho, Tyler Hoechlin and Crystal Reed and they were armed, ready to defend their fellow cast member.

"My cast members. Thank the allspark." Y/N exclaimed, happily as the rest of the cast of Teen Wolf came over to join her.

"No one harms my girlfriend because we all have each other's back." Dylan O'Brien says as he hands his girlfriend a DC-15 Blaster rifle from Star Wars which was Dylan's favourite film series.

"Well, no problem. When I'm done with you. I'm going to wipe my shoes on the curve." Willa Holland said, she was clearly looking forward to this. "Oh yeah Willa Holland and Stephen Amell! When I'm done with you two. I'm going to rip both your throats out.......with my teeth." Tyler Hoechlin replies, fiercely.

"Not so fast!" Another voice shouted to the side. The cast of Teen Wolf whip around to see Grant Gustin, Candice Patton, Danielle Panabaker and Carlos Valdes, also armed.

"This battle gonna be over before it even started because the cast of The Flash want in." Grant shouted as they yelled their battle cry and joined Stephen Amell and the rest of his group. "Oh no. Not now." David Sharman demanded as the cast of Teen Wolf refused to back down. They would have to fight their way out of this mess.

Unfortunately, it was going to get worse when two beach buggies suddenly pulled up and the cast of Legends of Tomorrow hopped out. "It would be a battle without the White Canary and the rest of the legends." Caity Lotz started. "Yesterday it was the Nazis from Earth-X. Today, it's the death of Teen Wolf!" Nick Zano exclaimed as the legends went to join their fellow colleagues.

"Hang on. Is that the ghost of Rip Hunter with you?" Dylan O'Brien asked. "Yes it is. We couldn't leave him where he was." Brandon Routh answered. "Hey. Let's not down play the fact that that's the ghost of Rip Hunter." Dylan O'Brien repeated.

"May the victory go in our favour." The ghost of Rip Hunter finally spoke.

"Great! First Arrow, then The Flash and now Legends of Tomorrow. Besides they haven't brought the Kryptonian with them." Crystal Reed pointed out.

However, that didn't last long as Melissa Benoist and the rest of the cast of Supergirl zipped down from a helicopter. "You really think you have a chance Y/N? 'Cause Supergirl wants in." Melissa Benoist shouted.

"Wow, why you just had to open your mouth Crystal. Now we got the girl of steel to deal with!" Arden Cho exclaimed.

"Excuse me. We've got the man of steel with us." Dylan Sprayberry points out. Crystal looks at Tyler Hoechlin, realizes her mistake and stops talking.

"Oh man. They've got Tyler Hoechlin. No fair." Chydler Leigh says as she readies her gun but then a gunshot destroys it. "Ok, that wasn't me." Emily Bett Rickards says, holding her hands in surrender. "It was me!!" A female voice shouts as Eliza Taylor emerges from her hiding place with a shotgun, possibly used to destroys Chydler's pistol with Marie Avgeropoulos, Lindsey Morgan, Bob Morley, Richard Harmon, Ricky Whittle and Alycia Debnam-Carey behind her.

"Great. We're dead." Cody says, but unexpectedly, the cast of The 100 came over and joined Teen Wolf. "Hey Y/N." Eliza said as she and Marie high five Y/N. "Did we miss anything?" Bob Morley asked. "Better later then ever." Tyler Posey answers. Y/N smiled, with Teen Wolf and The 100 backing her up, they would have a chance

"Hey, the new guy wants in. We're Black Lightning. Cause we're going to kick your ass back to Beacon Hills!" Cress Williams exclaims as he, China Anne McClain, Nafessa Williams and Christine Adams decided to join the fray with the rest of the Arrowverse.

"Okay, I'm not the only realising this but we're outnumbered and outgunned," Alycia said, "I propose that we make a run for it," before she attempted to flee but Shelley stopped her. "No!! Wait! That's exactly what they're waiting for. They'll pick us off one by one."

"I've had enough of those teens." Dominic Purcell shouts before he charges at the group, only to knocked out by a Chevrolet Impala. "Oh, I'm sorry. Guess every friend we made now know what you're doing. Speaker." Y/N says, pulling out her phone which was on speaker with Ian Somerhalder. She had called in some supernatural backup.

Two men out of the car which shocked everyone. Y/N had called the Winchesters. "There's not going to be any fight without Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. No one touches our friends" Jensen Ackles exclaimed, introducing himself and his co-star to the two teams. Clearly they needed no introduction. "Winchesters??? Somebody put up the batsignal?" David Harewood asked.

"What's going on Martian Manhunter? Oh look, you're burning to death!" Jared Padalecki shouts before he and Jensen grabbed their weapons and joined Y/N, Teen Wolf and The 100.

"I like them two together." Candice Patton said. "I like fighting hot guys." Danielle Panabaker adds.

"I like killing bad girls," Jared started. "You push us." "We push right back." Tyler Hoechlin finishes.

If the Winchesters gave the arrowverse a bit of a shock, add two more fan favourite shows into the mix.

"What do we have here? I thought I smell swamp." A familiar voice echoes through the park.

"That's weird Joseph because I smell a brawl!" Another one replies.

"Heeeey!" Nina Dobrev shouts as she was followered by her colleagues and the cast of The Originals. "There's not going to be any fight without Nina Dobrev and the rest of The Vampire Diaries." The cast of The Vampire Diaries yelled their battle cry. "What about Joseph Morgan and the rest of The Originals." Joseph Morgan said, introducing himself and his co-stars.

"Give me a break. Nothing barely happens in New Orleans. And they have Chris Wood." Caity Lotz pointed out.

"We're going to mop the floor with you. We're put the boots to you. Sorry." Zach Roerig said, apologising to Claire Holt.

"We're going to gouge your eyes out and kick your head in. Sorry." Claire Holt finished Zach's sentence.

"I like your blonde hair. Definitely suits you." Crystal Reed points out.

"Hold it right there!!" A familiar female voice shouts as Y/N's best friend Katherine McNamara, Dominic Sherwood, Matthew Daddario, Emeraude Toubia and Alberto Rosende arrive on the scene. "Hey, Y/N's best friends want in on this. We're Shadowhunters and today, the Arrowverse is our enemy!"

"Holy cow. We've made lots of friends." Holland Roden says, as the cast of Shadowhunters joined Team Supernatural. "It's true they do come in handy." Dylan Sprayberry adds.

"You guys got room in this battle for a old war house?" Ben Affleck suddenly appears at the edge of the park. "Ben Affleck? What are you doing here? You're too old for this!" Stephen Amell exclaimed.

"Well you see, there's the thing. When there's an early moon, I almost feel like a stallion again." Ben Affleck explained.

The explanation caused Katie Cassidy to panic a bit. "He's on our side. Right Stephen?"

Ben Affleck's eyes turned yellow, hair begins to grow all over his body and his form to change.

"He's a Werehyena?" Dominic Sherwood exclaimed.

The Werehyena growled at the teams.

"Ok, that is weirdest thing I've ever seen today." Melissa said.

"Alright everyone! Listen up!" Y/N shouts as she puts her blaster rifle on the ground and stands in the middle of the circle. "By virtue of being on this battlefield. There is no turning back. People with die. Some would be disfigured. In some cases, lasting friendships will be made. And as usual, the ground rules: No touching of the hair and face."

Cress William somehow knew the ground rules. "Come on. What do we look like. Rockies?"

"When Atrocious, maiden of the clouds blows the battle horn. Let the battle begun!!" Y/N shouts.

"I am Atrocious!" She shouts from the top of a building. Everyone looks at her. "Hear my siren song," before blowing the battle horn.

"Atrocious. The juiciest." Michael Trevino said to Matthew Daddario as Y/N went back to Team Supernatural, only to find Kat Graham had changed weapons.

Atrocious finished blowing her battle horn and said, "that means you can start."

"Bonnie. What the hell is that?" Jared Padalecki asked.

"It's an alien gun from Age of Extinction." Kat Graham replied.

"No far. She's got an alien gun." Carlos Valdes complained, telling everyone that she was cheating.

"Where did you get it from?" Michael Malarkey asked, but Kat Graham laughed in reply.

And on that laughing matter, everyone started to get ready for the impending battle.

Y/F/N Y/L/N checked her DC-15 Blaster rifle was 100% working.

Nathaniel Buzolic adjusted his baseball bat which looked like Negan's from The Walking Dead.

Stephen Amell sharpened his axe blade whilst Willa Holland drank a soda can which was a bit too sweet for her likings.

The legends did something stupid and old school as Caity Lotz knighted Dominic Purcell for his mistake earlier. "In the name of the King, the Queen and St George," before facing their enemy. "Attack!!"

Then Arrow, Supergirl, Black Lightning, The Flash, The 100, Supernatural, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Shadowhunters and Teen Wolf yelled their battle cry and the two teams charged at each other.

The problem was a simple fight had turned into a full-out brawl as Teen Wolf went against Legends of Tomorrow, The 100 clashed against The Flash, Supergirl and Black Lightning started to struggle against the combined forces of The Vampire Diaries and Shadowhunters, and Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles teamed with The Originals against Arrow. It was utter chaos.

Nathaniel Buzolic and Dylan O'Brien used their baseball bats to bring down Colton Haynes.

Jensen Ackles, however was struggling against Melissa Benoist, Willa Holland and Chydler Leigh as he got hit in both sides by the 'Danvers sisters' and Willa knocked him back, but Bob Morley arrived on time to give Jensen a hand by using his sword blade and pulled Chydler's eye out. Killing her instantly. "Guess you didn't see that coming." Bob said before helping Jensen up.

"We need backup Caity! We're under heavy fire." Tala Ashe reported as the Legends try to provide fire support for the heroes of the arrowverse by using a morter from WW2. Tala handed Caity a morter shell and loaded into the mortor, hoping for the shell to hit any of the enemy team. Rip Hunter, meanwhile was rallying the troops.

"Fill that gap! Pull out your swords! Life has no meaning!" Rip Hunter laughed as Carlos Valdes and Cress William hit each other with hockey sticks by accident.

Meanwhile, David Ramsey was charging through, The Vampire Diaries attempted to stop him, but failed. David's victory was short lived when a big demon showed up, out of nowhere and knocked him down.

Matthew Daddario, Crystal Reed and Steven R. McQueen fired their arrows from their bows and crossbow, and the demon turned into pieces and dust.

Kat Graham was prowling the battlefield, firing at the cast of Supergirl, forcing them into cover before getting bombarded by Black Lightning as they used baseballs and hockey sticks.

"Sorry." Cress William apologised.

"Sorry." China Anne McClain said the same thing.

Katherine McNamara and Alycia Debnam-Carey spotted the danger from Black Lightning as Kat used her alien gun as a shield to stop the baseballs bats from hitting her.

Luckily, Alycia had just the thing for the job. "Black Panther powers activate!" Alycia shouted as she tossed the black panther head into the air before she and Katherine McNamara fired at it. Forcing the spirit of the Black Panther to come out.

Unfortunately, it was poisonous to Black Lightning as they choked to death whilst Alycia and Katherine gave each a high five.

Back with Kat Graham, an arrow had narrowly missed her shoulder. She spotted Grant Gustin and the rest of the cast of The Flash on the roof off one of the buildings surrounding the park. Grant laughed, thinking they were safe, Kat proved them wrong as she fired her alien gun, somehow hitting something explosive which caused the roof to explode.

Y/N meanwhile was attempting to sneak away from the battlefield, only to be stopped by the ghost of Rip Hunter. "Oh my god. It's the ghost of Rip Hunter. Everyone, it's the ghost of Rip Hunter." But before Rip Hunter could do anything. Dylan O'Brien whacked him to death with his baseball bat. "No one touches my girlfriend!"

Meanwhile, Derek, Ian, Paul and Joseph had taken cover behind some trees as David Gillies called in a air strike which was a very bad idea, according to Ian Somerhalder. "All Mighty, this is Fallen Angel. Fire at everything, north of our position. Cook these fools. I repeat, cook these fools!"

A F22 Raptor flies in from the sky and begun raining bullets on everyone. There was so much chaos as the entire Arrowverse begun to turn each other. Nearly half of them got shot whilst the two beach buggies were wasted. Y/N seized an opportunity, and made a run for it.

"We've gotta get out of here. There's too much drama!" Y/N shouted as she was followed by Dylan O'Brien, Tyler Posey, Crystal Reed, Nina Dobrev, Katherine McNamara, Ian Somerhalder, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Marie Avgeropoulos, Nathaniel Buzolic, Danielle Campbell and Shelley Hennig. "What a rush. We've haven't had so much fun before." Ian shouted. "Nina and Marie are my new best friends." Crystal exclaimed.

"Hurry! We can still make to the panel!" Nathaniel replied as they made a dash for Comic Con whilst the rest of Team Supernatural holds off the Arrowverse. However, Stephen Amell and what remains of the Arrowverse blocked their path.

"Hey hey Y/N." Stephen shouted as people abandoned their cars and ran for their lives. "Come on Stephen. We just need to get to our panel in 5 minutes." Tyler Posey exclaimed. "No. I will be denied!" Stephen shouts as he prepares to chop Y/N's when the sound of footsteps and motorbikes caught everyone's attention. "Is that....." Katherine started, but Tyler replied "Yep." "Are those the......." Ian said. "Yep." Y/N replied.

In fact, they were lost for words because standing in front of them was the Marvel Cinematic Universe, led by Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr. and Brie Larson. "What do we have here? Bunch of wannabe heroes. Leave anything for us?" Robert Downey Jr. asked Y/N. "Yeah, most of the Arrowverse." She replied as the rest of Team Supernatural arrived, whilst most of the MCU charged into battle.

Candice King looked around as Stephen Amell ran away, only to be stopped by the Guardians of the galaxy. "Yay, we've won. Let's celebrate. Sparkles." Candice said as she held up a sparkle. "No no no! Wait Candice!" Nina Dobrev shouts, but it was too late as Candice threw the sparkle in the air, causing Team Supernatural to run for cover before an explosion went off, near the San Diego Comic Con.

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chemistry // part two

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: besides cursing? none.

a/n: look finally decided to realease chapter number two? hahaha :) plus, I’d like to announce that I will be uploading every Saturday. well, the ones I can because university is a bitch. nonetheless, proceed to your reading.

word count: 2,6k+

part one

For some weird reason I was yet to figure out, because it was a lot unlike me, I woke up in an incredible good mood. Which could totally be related to the fact that today was the first sunny morning after weeks enduring grey skies, rain, thick coats and freezing temperatures. Not that I hated all of that, except I did; it made me feel depressed. Plus my hair looked awful.

Yawning tiredly, I stretched out, sitting on my bed. While doing so, my eyes fell to Karen’s sleeping figure all curled up like a ball underneath three sets of sheets on a mattress carefully placed on my carpeted floor. She had decided to stay over the night because we still needed to go over some flash cards to our Algebra exam, that happened to be today, after my mother’s delicious dinner. I wouldn’t be the one to blame her, Louisa Smith was definitely a good cook, which means her belly was probably too full for her to find the strength to leave.

A small laugh slipped past my lips as I got back to my feet, muscles still numb for the amount of hours I stayed in the same position. Either way, I was refreshed to have had, at least once and in a long while, a decent night of sleep; also, the recently made coffee scent alongside the, very likely, scrambled eggs, homemade buns and everything a hungry person could dream about got my stomach complaining, setting my destination to the kitchen room.

The lovely forty year old woman I called mum was humming happily to a song whilst, by smell, squeezing oranges to make my favourite juice. I understood she used cooking as a self defense mechanism to keep herself together; we were still struggling with our father’s departure. It was complicated to even bring up in conversations, so, eventually, we just sort of stopped. I was pretty sure she would get over it. She was the strongest person I had ever known, of course she would.

“Good morning.” I mumbled, hugging her tightly, feeling her tummy shake as the woman laughed. “And this smells great, by the way.”

“Good morning too, sweetheart. What got you up so early?” My mum quizzed, directing me one of her best soothing smiles. “Are you nervous about the test?”

“Yes, obviously.” Rolling my eyes, a tiny smirk curled my lips as I took place at the table. “But it’s not why I’m up. I actually have no idea, but I have this feeling today is going to be great.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy, baby girl.”

“I am too, mum, these past weeks haven’t been easy, exactly…”

“Yes, I am aware of that, but you know what? We’re in a much better place now.”

“I think so too.” Supporting my elbows on the table, I watched my mother’s tired traits. “I want you to be happy too, ma.”

“I’m going to be fine!” The older woman looked away, prohibiting me from spotting her probably glassy eyes. “Now eat, before-”

A pale seventeen year old walked inside wearing a ridiculous bright red nightshirt and a sleeping mask controlling the brown mess that her hair was. She smiled kindly to both of us.

“Mrs. Smith, if you were going to say ‘eat before the eating monster arrive’, that would have been a great advice.”

The three of us shared a laugh before reuniting at the already set kitchen table, everything in place so we could eat together; Karen stole to her plate two muffins, three little breads, a couple of bacon’s slices and eggs, obviously. My mum and I just gazed at her, trying to hold our chuckles back. For someone so small, my friend definitely had a huge appetite.

Once the fun moment was over, we conducted a rather great breakfast, discussing light matters and gossiping like three old friends would do. To be honest, while we chatted, I was in awe to see that my mother was indeed improving; you could tell she had no masks on this time. No pretending nor disguising to be okay. It was purely and merely her.

Yes, this surely was a sign that a great day was ahead of me.

About twenty minutes later, Karen and I went upstairs to get ourselves ready to go to school. Because it was still a lot early, each one of us took our time to enjoy a warm bath, to pick a nice outfit, fix our hairs, etc, etc. Standard girl stuff, I guess.

“So,” The brown haired girl questioned, brushing her hair and locking it up in a tight pony tail. “You haven’t mentioned your date with Mr. McHottie a single time. Aren’t you going to go?”

“It’s not a date!” I whined, putting on a colourful sundress that fell to the mid of my thighs. Her green eyes glanced at me in disbelief, a smug grin taking over her heart shaped face. “It’s not! This is a class. Strictly professional.”

“Yeah… I just don’t buy it.” Scoffing, she stood and straightened her grey skirt, which matched perfectly her white buttoned blouse, the blue cardigan and also her heels. “You wouldn’t be dressing so nicely if the inner you didn’t think this is more than a casual lecture.”

“You are crazy, Karen.” Shaking my head, I slipped in my normal tennis shoes and put on a jeans jacket, grabbing my already fixed backpack that was placed near my closet’s door. “Can I just be in a good mood for once? Not everything has to be about men, you know.”

“What are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, I’m just mentioning I’m happy. That’s all. And that it has nothing to do with Mr. O'Brien.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t push it.” Karen sighed, collecting her bag as well. “But, seriously, who are you denying this for? Me or you?”

The girl left without giving me time to even come up with a proper answer. Of course she had point; Karen knew very well I had had a crush on him a while back, in the tenth grade. But it was over, I was just kid. Furthermore, I highly doubted Mr. O'Brien would even think about the possibility of being with student; he was way too professional for that to happen. Like, friends, I guess, but dating? Not in million years.

A final exhale escaped as I made my way downstairs; I sure as hell needn’t to convince anyone, nor myself, that nothing was happening, because, well, nothing was happening. He was just being nice. That’s all.

“What took you so long, darling?” My mother questioned as soon as I took my place on the front seat, putting my bag on my lap as I fastened my seat belt. “You look pale too.”

“I’m fine, I swear.” Gazing through the corner of my eye to the back row, I saw Karen shake her head, frowning at my response. “By the way, I might be running late today.”

“Why so?”

“Uh, my chemistry teacher, Mr. O'Brien, offered to help me catch up on the subject. He said I have been off lately.”

“Isn’t Mr. O'Brien the hot one?”

My cheeks quickly reached a scarlet tone as my eyes grew wide to her last sentence. Since when does my mother notice if people are hot or not? I was clearly shocked, yet, Williams broke the tension with a laugh, getting mum to do the same.

“Mum!”

“Just commenting, silly girl. You should see your face.” She stopped under a red sign, looking at me tenderly. “If he says so, I’m okay. Just don’t be so late, alright?”

“Got it.”

Connecting the white earbuds to my phone, I opened the Spotify app and swiftly drowned myself on Sofia Karlberg’s version of the song ‘Toxic’, wishing nothing but to distract myself of all the things that could lead me into thinking of my encounter later with a certain chemistry teacher.

As it turns out, the whole putting out of my mind my own human personification of a Greek God was incredibly hard. I mean, I tried, I really did, but his sinful honey eyes kept haunting me the entire course of my classes. Seriously, why couldn’t him be like my AP Calculus teacher: bald, pudgy and not at all attractive? It would make things a lot easier for me.

Biting my bottom lip to contain a frustrated sigh, I glared at Mrs. Ziemann, trying to focus on her interesting lecture about the end of World War I. She excitedly explained how wrecked both Italy and Germany were once it was over, especially the latter, with the cruel Treaty of Versailles. Oh, well, at least paying attention to that could allow me to forget I was only five minutes away from my meeting.

As the woman finished her presentation, I wrote down a few topics to look upon later when studying the subject, which I needed to do, because this good looking lady was known for her killer exams. On a side note? I may have cried myself after a couple of them.

“And this wraps up our class today.” She smiled solemnly, her pretty blue eyes locked on the back of the class where the lacrosse team was based. “Oh, wait, before you all go, I would like to inform I want, for next week, a paper on the tragic events at the end of World War I.”

This time I didn’t hold back a sigh, taking notes on my journal to do this assignment soon, for next week I also had, oh darn, a chemistry exam. Fate must really think my life is a big fat joke. That’s ought to be it.

I swiftly packed my stuff, placing a handle on my right shoulder and moving away from the class, only to find Karen leant against a wall outside, trying to look casual while chewing gum. Oh, yes, I had to solve this too.

“Please tell me you forgot about our little misunderstanding from earlier today.”

“I didn’t.” Her eyebrows were knitted together, her mouth forming a straight line. “But I’m willing to move past it if you promise to tell me the details of your “class” with Mr.McHottie.”

“You are such a gossiper!” I laughed, stopping at my locker to get my Chemistry book volume two. “I have been trying all day long to not think about it.”

“Let me guess: useless.”

“Damn right it was.”

“Well, he won’t bite you, at least.” The green eyed girl patted my back, a smirk plastered on her face. “Not unless you want to, I guess.”

“You are such a mean whore.” We both chuckled, our next stop being in front of Mr. O'Brien’s office, me knocking at the door twice. “And this is where I leave you, K.”

“Tell me the details!” She whispered, winking at me playfully. “I mean it!”

“Get out! Now!”

Williams raised her thumbs up to me, winking one last time then disappearing in the halls just before the brown haired man, also known as Greek God, also known as my chemistry teacher, opened the door. I certainly wasn’t ready to see him so loose, if that’s the correct term.

His hair was more disheveled than usual, the scruff still framing the beautiful pink lips, his white casual shirt had a button open, revealing an adorable puddle of chest hair, and his red tie was lying over his desk from what I could see. O'Brien directed me a comforting smirk, placing his rather large hand on my back, pulling me to get inside the room. One small comment so we can proceed: did he have a heater on or was it me that just suddenly grew warmer under his touch?

Gripping tighter on my hard covered book, I went forward to take seat on one of the first row’s places whilst he stayed behind to close the door. Okay, first minutes, still not weird. Maybe just a little bit. Why am I so tense?

“Are you okay, Smith?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, I’m just a little bit nervous…”

“You don’t have to be.” He smirked tenderly, pulling a chair to sit in front of me. “It’s just you and me, plus I won’t do anything to you.”

“Uh, people already think you-”

“Well, I seriously don’t mind what people think. You’re amazing, you know?” His eyes connected with mine for a while until he gazed down at his feet. “I meant as a student. That’s why I picked you to tutor.”

“Thank you, Mr. O'Brien, you are a wonderful teacher as well. I love your lectures so much!”

“That’s relieving, it would be pretty bad if my favourite student didn’t like them.” A small laugh slipped and, suddenly, all the nervousness was gone. “Should we start?”

“Yes, definitely.”

The following hour was simply incredible!

If him teaching to a whole class was good, having him as a mentor was even better. It was like he didn’t have to hold back nor maintain a straight face all the time. Plus the jokes? Damn, I could never have imagined he had such a great sense of humour. I mean, the man had gift on finding the right words to make me laugh like there was no tomorrow.

By the end of our time, I had not only gotten more confident on physical chemistry, but also met a side of my teacher I didn’t know previously. Mr. O'Brien, or Dylan, as he asked me to call him, was a sweet, caring guy. If the fifteen year old version of me had known this, she would be dead and buried now. God, I was a lame kid.

“It was nice being being with today.” He mumbled, nudging my shoulder with his and wearing the best smile in the whole wide world. “I’m glad we’ll be doing this for a few more weeks.”

“I’m glad too.” The watch on my wrist told me it was over six pm, which strictly meant my mum would be all over the place once I got home. “I should get going.”

“Wait, I-I…”

“Yes?”

“Oh, fuck it.”

Not thinking twice, he cupped my cheeks, pressing his perfectly shaped lips against mine in a sweet, tender kiss. At first I was surprised, however, as his tongue slowly licked stripe at my bottom lip, I melted away, surrendering to his touch. It was definitely nothing I could have ever dreamt about. The way his hands found the crook of my waist, how we moved in perfect sync… Everything felt like this was meant to be.

When air became necessary, we merely glued our foreheads together, gazes boring into one another. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t ideal, but, hell, I enjoyed this.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we shouldn’t-”

I didn’t want to hear the rest, he wouldn’t pop my bubble so soon, therefore, I kissed him again, this time with much more passion and hunger. So strong we were left a heaving mess afterwards.

“You’re an amazing kisser too.” O'Brien whispered, making me giggle. “I mean it.”

“You are one crazy person, O'Brien.”

“I told you should call me Dylan.”

“As you wish, Mr. O'Brien.” Playfully winking at him, I stole another peck, earning a small smile from him. “This is crazy… I mean, someone could have seen us! Oh, fuck, what if one of the cleaning ladies saw us? You could lose your job! Shit!”

“Relax, nobody saw us.” His thumbs massaged my cheekbones, trying to sooth me. “But you can’t tell this to anyone, okay? Not even Miss Williams. Even though I don’t regret one bit, I could really lose my job if this comes out.”

“Of course I won’t tell anyone, it will be our little secret.”

“Deal.”

I hid my face on the crook of his neck, breathing in the intoxicating musk of his cologne. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me; I mean, it was too surreal. If it was a rumour about Briannah, I would have believed more, because, well, she did want to do it, but me? Nah, it was messed up. Nonetheless, it wasn’t less real. I was indeed within his arms. And, in that particular moment, I decided to not care about the consequences any longer.

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Enchanted 09 - Friends with Benefits

Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Word count: 2,458

Warnings: This was supposed to be a soft smut but this chapter went out of my control, I mean...totally, so be careful it’s NSFW

A/N: it's finally here! I was dreaming about this day for a lot of nights! Are you guys screaming? Because I am! I hope that you can enjoy and talk to me about it okay?

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Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 (you are here)

After a few days after the surprise Dylan had made, things had finally settled between us. The sweet little Maggie had served as a beautiful truce, and now I could properly say that we were friends without being concerned about his marital status. Of course, the fact that Dylan was in an irregular relationship was relevant. He said that he was no longer with Britt but at the same time he didn't declare himself single but that was impossible to understand and I wasn’t willing to get involved in this story. If he could manage the life of an actor in this mess, I was also able to manage our friendship and the possibility of feeling something more for him.

Looking at Dylan's contact on my cell phone, I found myself smiling again at the picture I had taken of him holding Maggie, the puppy close to his face as he talked to her one day as we went out to take her to the park. He was smiling and I remember him saying with a cute baby voice "look at your mommy Maggie, she'll melt with this picture." It was totally true but although the long sighs, catch me thinking about Dylan and my heart floating every time he smiled and winked during our conversations, I couldn't say that I was in love.

We had many things in common, we were always talking and our subjects are infinities but our time together was not just me. Everyone in the cast was friends and maintaining that contact was essential for the series to continue to have a good audience.

The recordings of the series were going very well and last week we had received the news that we would have ten more episodes to record. The big news is that my character would have an affair in this part of the season. It would not last long because the character was recurring but the actor had already been hired and that day he would come to the first reading. With each new script, I was more in love with my work and even what made me nervous became fun and challenging. I was finally building a career and although the doubt sometimes, I felt I was going the right way.

I was very excited and when I met David the actor who would play "Bill", a co-worker who would be interested in Hope, our chemistry was quickly verified. David was fun and also had Brazilian relatives, making us have some interesting subjects in common. Despite a short time of coexistence, everyone was enjoying their presence. Well, not all. David and I spent a lot of time together on set because of our rehearsals and Dylan clearly didn’t like it at all. He wasn’t being so receptive to David and finding him in a bad mood by the set became commonplace. In addition, he avoided our conversations about the series, which was constant in our routine when we were alone.

Olivia insisted that he was jealous and she seemed to be taking advantage of that situation more than I was. "This guy needs to realize that you are an AMAZING woman and if he doesn't open his eyes he will lose you," Olivia said hysterically in my apartment one day. "Who does he think he is?" Well, Dylan fucking O'brien, I thought. But the fact that he was a famous actor doesn't intimidated me anymore.

Although I suspected Olivia was right, I didn't want to believe that. Dylan and I had sealed a friendship and it hadn’t been easy for me at the beginning to keep my feelings for him from growing. If he wasn’t willing to have more than a friendship, why did he insist on staying on the fence with Britt? I couldn't understand.

That day I was leaving the dressing room after another day of recording when I heard someone knocking on the door. Most people were gone, but it could have been some producer or even Georgie with some update on the series. I was surprised to open the door and find Dylan, still dressed as his character, his hair perfectly tidy in a bad boy style tuft, his social shirt lined with brown velvet jacket. Terribly handsome.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asked quietly. I nodded, motioning for him to come in. Dylan leaned back against one of the dressing tables that was less cluttered, effects of dividing the dressing room with Olivia. He folded his arms across his chest, a light, familiar smile forming on his face.

"So, what do I owe the honor of your presence in my dressing room?" I asked absently as I sat next to him in a chair.

"Nothing I was ... just walking around the set and decided to see how you were going." He narrowed his eyes, a little irritation in his voice. "You disappeared."

I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "I'm always here and we keep talking every day."

"Yeah, of course!" He shook his head like he was saying something wrong. "Long talks at the set it's just for David now, right ?! I forgot this detail." Dylan blinked fast.

A tension hovered over us and I'd probably missed something because, until the last time we talked, everything was fine. Dylan was clearly jealous and I was holding on to not laughing. Maybe because him nervous was even more cute or because there was no reason for him to feel that way.

“You’ve been dramatic Dyl,” I smirked calling him for a recent nickname that I added to our exclusives’ list.

He stood up, his expression changing from calm to clearly irritated.

"I don't like this guy, Y/N. The way he talks and looks at you looks like... " ,he hesitated a little.

"Like what?" I questioned, arching my eyebrows, curiosity in my voice.

“Like if he wanted you more than a co-worker.” He finally finished, taking me by surprise.

It could only be a joke. David and I were mates and just it. Even if he had any more interest, that should not bother Dylan at that point.

"Okay, you really overreacted here, I don't know where this comes from..." I sighed exasperatedly "but if he wants, what's the big deal? We're just friends, aren't we?!" I said getting up and crossing my arms as he drew closer to me.

"We're not just friends and you fucking know it!" Dylan whispered loud.

"Oh, we're not? So what are we? Tell me, Dylan." I reply challenge him. My voice getting nervous about this situation.

Dylan checked if the door was locked and took a step towards me. He pushed me against the wall, putting one of his arms around my waist and the other on my neck. "Okay, we're friends" ,he whispered so close to my ear that I can feel he breathe perfectly. "But what do you think about friends with benefits?"

I felt my entire body crawl while I looked at Dylan giving me a champion smile. He knew every feeling I felt and he knew I wanted more than just teasing.

"Okay, what do you mean by that?" I groaned trying not to lose my mind with him so close to me.

"I mean this," he said determinedly before pulling me into an intense kiss. This time, it didn’t take me a second to assimilate what was happening. When I felt Dylan's lips on mine, I grabbed his neck, bringing him even closer to me, his body pressed harder against mine. It was as if we were letting go of all the energy, all the tension that had hovered between us since the last time we kissed.

Dylan gripped me urgently, his arms coming down my back, his hands beneath my blouse. I started to take off his jacket, but it was difficult to do so as he kissed my neck so hot. Dylan stopped me for a moment, my gaze questioning his hesitation.

“I’m not trying to stop you, love.” He said. I smile, naughty, while I watching he finished taking off his jacket for me. I got rid of his jacket and start to unbutton his shirt to kiss freely his chest. Dylan always usually said that he was skinny but here, seeing his very muscular physique I could say that he wasn’t at all. He was moaning each time that my lips making contact with his naked skin, my body feeling clearly his bulge against me.

I don’t even realize when he took off my t-shirt and caught me on his lap, putting me over the table. I took off my bra and he pauses a little, watching me as if he devoured me just with his eyes. I bit my lips and he came over to me, giving soft kisses on my breasts, my hand pulling stronger his hair, trying to keep my moans down. He started to suck and lick my nipples harder, his hands moving under my tight little skirt, smoothing my thighs against my wet panties. Dylan chuckled when he realized that, looking at me.

“Your fault,” I said, trying hard to say a word without a moan.

He gave me a sarcastic and horny smile. “My fault love? I’ll give you a reason to blame me.” Saying that, he put away my panties, gaining space for his fingers starts to play with my pussy. He did circular moves before finally penetrate me. My body arched immediately with him pressing my clit while he sucking my nipples.

Dylan keeps pressing his fingers repeated and obscene times in my g-spot, making me nail my nails in his back, getting higher and keep close to the edge. “P-please Dyl” I moaned, practically begging. “I can’t take anymore.”

Dylan gave me a dirty look, getting away from my breasts, “relax love, you’ll cum…but in my mouth.” I didn’t even argue, I was totally and completely at his mercy. He moved away from my skirt and got down on his knees, wetting his lips before squished his face into my clit, sucking making me finally cum. I tried to avoid a scream that threatened to leave my mouth, letting just a slow and deep moan. I sighed louder, while Dylan moved away from my thighs and stood, facing me, his amber eyes more lit up. I put my thighs around his hip, bringing him closer to me.

“Now you can blame me but I don’t even feel guilty.” He said causing laughs in both of us.

"We didn't finish O'brien...not yet", my hands were in his pants, getting rid of the belt and making room for me to feel his big hard cock.

Dylan close his eyes opening his mouth dirty while I start to up and down with my hands in his cock. I thought that he was enjoying but suddenly his face winced while he frowned looking confused. I kiss him letting just one hand in his pants, the other keeping his face to me.

“Hmmm we have a issue...” He responded to my distance. I frowned looking at him confused. “I don’t have any condom here.”

I sighed, laughing. “I don’t care to use my mouth…” I said while I got down on my knees and take off his pants, “actually, I really like it to use my mouth.”

He laugh, his lip quivering while I put my mouth in his member, licking bottom to top. I start to suck softly, teasing him with my tongue, feeling his cock stays more and more harsh. Dylan put his hands behind my head, pushing me to suck him more rough, his cock entire inside in my mouth.

Dylan was enjoying and relaxing with each move that I did, letting me get more horny when he moaned of pleasure.

“Are you enjoying the view?” I asked, groaning. Passing his cock around my breasts and taking more moans from Dylan.

“Y-you're really hot love...don't stop” ,he answered, his head dropped back

“I didn’t even think about it.” I replied banging his dick in my face and giving attention to his balls, sucking and massaging it with my tongue, listening to him whispering “hot damn” several times. Dylan was getting more and more high and when he was so close to the edge, I let my hands around his member, helping me to leaving things better for both of us.

His mouth twitched when he came, his entire body shaking. I don’t let any reflex behind, when I felt his seed in my mouth, I’m enjoying each drop, drinking everything. Dylan was fascinating until the moment that I back to suck his cock, more sensible now than before and making him hold my head pulling me away from him.

“Why you stop me?” I asked ironically but in fact, if him let me, I’ll keep doing what I was. Dylan

sighed, laughing, sitting back at the desk to rest after I try to let him more ecstasy.

“You already took me for in seventh heaven, love. Do you want more? Because my home is empty now.” He asked, instantly.

“I wish but… oh my God, Olivia was probably still waiting for me out there.” I finally realized. We both laugh and I quickly start to picking up my clothes, Dylan joining me.

Dylan

"So..." Y/N smiled, her eyes still glowing with excitement after our dose of madness. She had the world's naughtiest expression and it only made me want to take her away from there and spend the rest of the day doing anything that involved our bodies together.

"So...?" I replied putting my arms around her, brushing my hand over and gently squeezing her bum, while she buttons up again my shirt.

“Friends with benefits now?” She asked smoothing my chest softly.

"Are you okay with that? If you want to…”

“I'm in!” She replied instantly before I argue anything.

“So we have a deal!” I chuckled kissing her neck fast making her trying to get away from me because of the tickles.

“See you soon O'Brien, take care!” She said before kiss softly my cheek and leave.

“You too Y/N/N.”

Just when I saw Y/N leaving the dressing room, her face lighting up as if she had stolen all the dust from the universe stars for her, her lips forming in a smile before she bit her lip and made her "goodbye" turned into a great movie scene. I could re-watch this scene in slow motion several times. Just then I realized that I had made the worst deal of my life. I couldn't just be a friend, but if things went the way I was planning, that decision would not last for long.

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