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And That's Exactly What We Did

REQUEST: Can I have a Dylan O’Brien imagine where you guys have big fight, so you stay the night at Thomas’s (your best friend) house, and the next morning Dylan comes over and Thomas is yelling at him and defending you but Dylan apologizes and fluffy fluffy :)

"Fucking hell Dylan, listen to yourself. You’re insecure about me spending an hour with my friend from high school that just happens to be a boy. How do you think I feel when you’re off out with all your celebrity girlfriends?" I screamed at him.

This argument had been going on for a while now. We’d been dating for about six months now and we were already arguing like an old married couple. All because Dylan accused me of sleeping with one of my old best friends. He wouldn’t normally be like this, but he’d been out drinking.

"I’m not a whore like you." He growled and I stormed into the bedroom with Dylan close behind me.

"Fuck off Dylan." I hissed when I watched him sit next to me on the bed. Couldn’t he tell I was trying to get away from him?

"Not until you admit it. You slept with Thomas remember." He threw that back in my face any chance he got.

"That was before we were going out. It’s not like I cheated on you." I spat at him.

Yeah I’d had sex with Thomas but that was before we even knew each other properly. It was on the first night out after the first week of shooting. We were best friends now and we joked about it all the time, it was only Dylan that couldn’t seem to let it go.

"It doesn’t matter, you’ve got no reason not to trust me." He yelled and I shook my head. I wasn’t going to stay here and listen to this.

"Dylan, what about that picture in the magazine? You and that fan hmm? Of you fucking kissing that fan? You know how shit that made me feel? But I stood by you, because I thought, no, Dylan loves me, he’d never make me feel as shit as this. It’s you that has no reason not to trust me.” By this time I’d made it into the kitchen.

I grabbed my car keys off of the bench and walked over to the door.

"You’re not leaving." He growled and pushed himself against the front door to block it.

"Move Dylan." I sighed trying not to let my sadness get the better of me.

"No, I’m not letting you leave." He screamed like a wild animal. There was a vein sticking out the side of his neck. It scared me.

"Please, just let me go." I whined, not wanting him to hurt me.

"Why? So you can go and have sex with Thomas? Or your friend?” His voice didn’t shake like mine, he was strong.

"So I can get away from you, you fucking psycho." I gained some strength back.

"You know what Y/N, you act all innocent but underneath, you’re just a fucking whore that craves dick." His words sent me into a pit of rage.

I lifted my hand and smacked it against the soft skin of his red cheek.

Dylan stood there in shock, so I took the opportunity to shove him out of the way and run through the front door.

I hated myself for hitting him, but I hated him more.

I got in the car but didn’t know where to go, I screamed, trying to get all the anger out as the tears poured down my cheeks.

I knocked on the door with a sick feeling in my stomach. My heart was racing and the tears were still streaming down my face.

Thomas opened the door rubbing his eyes. He was obviously asleep until my banging woke him up.

"Sorry Thomas, I’ll go." I whimpered and turned around until I heard his gruffly voice.

"No, Y/N, come in." He opened the door further so I could walk in.

I looked down at my phone as I walked through the door, I already have over ten missed calls from Dylan along with a few messages.

"What’s wrong?" Thomas looked down at me with his eyebrows furrowed after he shut the door.

"Nothing really, me and Dyl got into a fight. Um…I just needed to get away." I sighed loudly, trying to control my breathing.

"Come here." Thomas mumbled and pulled me into a tight hug.

I sobbed onto his chest. I never thought that Dylan would treat me like that. I was beginning to think that I was going to be with him forever, but, I guess now things are different.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Thomas offered but I immediately shook my head. I grabbed my hand tighter onto his shirt.

I looked up into his eyes, still tired from his sleep and his hair was all messy. I giggled at the sight of him.

"You look tired." He sighed and rubbed my back with his hand.

"I am." I looked down again knowing that I looked terrible. I leaned my head on his chest and I could hear his heart beating.

"Let’s get you some sleep okay?" He began leading me through the hallway and into his bedroom.

I sat on the bed, immediately shuffling under the covers. “Thanks Thomas.” I whimpered and looked up at him standing in the doorway.

"You warm enough? You comfy?" His smile cheered me up.

"I’m good." I smiled back at him.

"I’m gunna be watching tv if you need me." He called out as he walked down the hall.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think of Dylan which was hard considering I’d spent every day with him lately.

Before long I was fast asleep.

I was woken up by the sound of yelling voices.

"I know she’s here!" It was Dylan.

"Don’t think now is the best time. She’s pretty upset man." Thomas’ accent was a lot calmer than Dylan.

"I know! I came here to say sorry." Dylan’s voice was still angry, but it was getting softer.

"She’s devastated you know that? You really broke her heart. She’s a tough girl but I’ve never seen her this sad." Thomas sighed, Dylan had hurt his best friend.

"I know," Dylan was trying his best to stay calm. "I fucked up. I love her and I need to show her that, before I lose her for good."

The words made my heart race. I knew I couldn’t stay mad at him. He was drunk.

Then I heard footsteps from down the hall, getting closer and closer every second. I didn’t want to look to see who it was, I couldn’t bring myself to.

"Y/N." I heard Dylan’s voice from the doorway. I didn’t move as he walked over to the bed. I didn’t even flinch when he sat next to me.

I wasn’t angry. I was glad. I was glad that he’d realised how much of an idiot he was to me.

"I’m so sorry baby." His voice was shaky. I rolled over to face him, he was sitting with his back against the headboard looking down at me.

I leaned my head on one of his thighs and his hand immediately ran through my hair.

"It’s okay." I whispered and closed my eyes. Believe it or not I was still tired.

"No," Dylan whimpered and shook the leg I was leaning on. "Don’t just forgive me like that. I don’t deserve it. You should be making me beg for your forgiveness Y/N."

I laughed at his words before sitting up next to him. I looked over into his eyes that were refusing to meet mine. I wouldn’t let him beat himself up over this. “Shut up dummy.” I leaned over and pecked the base of his jaw.

He frowned and looked at me before rubbing his eyes. “I was so scared when you left.”

I rolled my eyes and threw myself over his body so I was straddling his lap. I traced my finger down his defined jaw before leaning in and pecking his chapped lips. “I just thought you needed time to calm down.”

"I shouldn’t have though. I shouldn’t have even been not calm in the first place. Not at you. I was just jealous that they got to be with you." His eyes glanced out of the door for a second, as if gesturing to Thomas.

"Dylan, only one of them did remember? And I don’t love them the way I love you. You’re the only one I want to be with okay? I’m sorry for saying that you were always with your celebrity friends. But I don’t want to talk about it anymore." I ran my had down his chest soothingly.

"You’re pretty when you’re mad." Dylan smirked and I chuckled back.

I leaned in to kiss him and he had already opened his mouth for my tongue. They were battling for dominance when Dylan moved his hands down to my hips and pulled them down onto him.

I started to grind down onto him when he started moaning and I knew he needed more.

It didn’t come apparent to me where we were until this very moment. I stopped the movements and sat back with my mouth open.

Dylan whined like a child when I wasn’t kissing him anymore.

"Dylan, we can’t here. Thomas is here and we’re in his bed." I laughed when I saw Dylan’s face drop. He knew I was right.

"Can we at least cuddle?" He asked hopefully looking up into my eyes.

And that’s exactly what we did.

Since Day One//A Newt Imagine

fuckingsantaclause and an anon requested: “you’re sick and you won’t admit to being sick and newt takes care of you”

//

"I’m not sick, you guys." You tried to convince the Gladers once again.

You had been sneezing and coughing for a couple of days, but it was definitely just something in the air.

"Yes you are." Newt said. A couple of the others nodded, "Alby?"

Yeah, they had actually called a meeting for this.

All you wanted to do was your job. They wouldn’t let you. You could run just fine.

"All those in favor of forcing (y/n) to rest?" Alby asked the group of boys.

Every hand went up.

"You guys!" You groaned.

"Take her back to your room and lock her in there." You heard Alby tell Newt who nodded. "Oh, and Newt."

"What?" The blonde asked.

"Take care of her, yeah?" Alby asked.

"Sure."

"Good that."

//

"I said I’m fine, Newt." You told him, moving to get out of his bed. Once you stood up, however, dizziness overtook you and you fell backward. "Okay maybe I’ll just sit here for a second."

"Good that." He said with a smirk.

You weren’t embarrassed to show weakness in front of him. He’d been the one to pull you out of the box and show you around, and stick to your side no matter what.

But those other boys? You had to be strong in front of them. You had to prove that you were more than what was or wasn’t between your legs.

"Don’t you get exhausted, always looking out for me?" You asked. He was turned around, bent over a piece of paper in the corner. He was probably working on something maze-related. He always was.

"Who says I’m always looking out for you?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Please." You said, "You’re always sticking up for me, even when I’m not right. You managed to get me a job as a runner the day after you found out it’s what I wanted. And I know you were the one to call the meeting today, not Alby." He sighed and put down his pen before standing up and walking over to you.

"Well aren’t you little miss observant?" He said, kneeling down to your level. You shrugged.

"I do what I can." He shook his head, still smiling.

"(y/n), I look after you because I’ve felt protective of you since day one." He admitted quietly, taking your hand in his own and raising it to his lips gently.

You were surprised by this sudden display of affection. Normally Newt was a hard leader hidden by layers of sarcasm and cockiness.

"Just protective?" You asked, searching his dark eyes when they met yours again.

"I don’t know."

"Newt-"

"What do you want me to say, (y/n)?" He asked. "I’ve felt a connection to you since I pulled you out of the box? What, do you want me to tell you that I’ve been in love with you since the day I tried to help you when you fell and you told me to fuck off? Is that what you need to hear?" He asked, now clearly frustrated.

"No, but apparently you wanted to tell me those things." You said. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"(y/n)-"

"Slim it. I love you too." You told him and you could feel his body relax at your words.

"Good. But, if I can admit how I feel, I think you can admit you’re sick, yeah?" You crossed your arms over your chest, but, when he raised his eyebrows, you sighed.

"Yeah." You finally said.

"Good that."

//

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