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The Recruit (Chapter 11) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 62″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Beth, Dan Brunski, Peter Collins, Jacob Clemens & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Separation anxiety, anxiety, somewhat detailed description of sexual assault/attempted rape.

IM SERIOUS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. you can always just message me and ask me what important plot you missed.

Author’s Note: “y/n/n” means your nickname, like if your name can be shortened to something, if it can’t then just go with your name. “y/f/i” means the first initial of your first name. 

Summary: Mitch is forced to take a day trip with Stan to the Ghost Protocol Training facilities, and y/n takes off for New York City to see someone from her past.

Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

Originally posted by stileslydias

“Y/n/n.. Y/n/n…” Mitch whispered and nudged you awake. “Hey, hey… it’s me.” You flinched backwards in your bed, your legs struggling to get you upright fast enough under your sheets. You were clearly having a nightmare about the attack. Mitch wanted to leave even less.

“What’s going on? Why are you dressed?” You asked groggily.

“I heard Stan telling Aiden that he’d be gone for a couple of days so I went and slept in my room after you fell asleep. I was worried he’d come in my room and I wouldn’t be there.”

“You’re leaving?”

Mitch held up Joseph Heller’s novel, Catch-22.

“You’re going back to Ghost..”

“Yea and I’ve gotta go now. I told Stan that I’d be down in a minute, I was just stealing one of your books. I’ll only be gone for a day.”

“Be careful.” You looked up at him with emotional eyes, and he nodded.

“I will.” Mitch leaned down and left a lingering, sad kiss on your lips.

Don’t go.” was what you wanted to say but didn’t. You watched him walk out the door, your book in his hand, and you sunk back into your pillow. It was still dark out. You glanced up at the bookcase on your wall and saw the space where Catch-22 had been. It was the first time that he had left in a month and you were anything but excited to go through the day without him. You decided you wouldn’t.

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Forbidden Fruit (Ch.5)

Step Brother Series

A Dylan O'Brien Fan Fic

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this one. I have been so busy with appointments and work. I didn’t even proof read so I apologize for any errors. Thank you for your patience. ❤

By the time our parents had made it through the door Dylan and I looked as if we were just laying around on our phones in the living room.
“Hey honey! What have you guys been up to?” My mom asked as she sat down bags of equipment on the floor.
“Ah nothing much really just relaxing mostly before we have to go back to school.” My reply sounded as though I was bored out of my mind. Although it had been quite the opposite moments before they stepped in.
“Oh well I don’t blame you. You just have tomorrow and then back at it Monday. ” Patrick said while stumbling through the door.
“Any particular reason why your face is so red Y/n?” Patrick had been the first to notice my crimson cheeks.
“And why your hair is wet?” My mom joined in.
“Okay okay we’ve been swimming today with my friends. I forgot that I invited Tyler. Thomas and Max over for one last swim and just so happened you were both gone. We didn’t party or anything. Just swam a bit and Y/n was hit with some major sunburn.” My eyes widened at how well Dylan handled this. Clearly I was about to fumble over my words.
“Oh. Well thats okay son. You didn’t trash the place and I trust those three they are good boys. Its no big deal. Just call and ask next time if company can come over?” Patrick was totally cool. My mom just nodded and agreed with him. Whew crisis avoided.
Later that night there was a knock on my door. I yelled out for them to come on in and turned to see Dylan walking into my room.
“Hey sorry about earlier I totally choked. Thanks for saving my ass.” My words were more of a whisper.
“No problem. I could tell by the look on your face that you were going to freak out. ” we both laughed and Dylan stepped closer. His eyes were instantly staring at my lips then they traveled further down. He seemed to have noticed I didn’t have on a bra. Just his oversized baseball tee. I felt his hands sneak under the fabric and grope my bare breasts. I could only hum in response.
“I wish they would leave again. ” He whispered into my ear. Lips lingering only for a second.
“Me too Dyl. Where are they right now?” I asked while my eyes darted behind him.
“Shhh calm down they’re outside on the deck talking. I just had to see you before bed. ” Dylan spoke lowly. His vocal chords sounded rough. I had to admit I really loved the sound of his voice.
“Good.” Was all I replied before jumping then wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried us over to the bed and sat on the edge. My legs instinctively held to his frame as I grinded my hips down. His length was already hard and eager. One hand stayed on my breast tweaking my nipples lightly which cause my panties to dampen. He knew how to set me off. The other hand slid into my shorts, his fingers instantly went to work on my clit. Slowly rubbing circles. I bit down on his neck while kissing to relieve some tension. But I quickly pulled away. I did not want to mark him, that would be too noticeable. Then reality set back in.
“Dylan as much as I want to fuck you right now we can’t. It’s too risky?!” I pleaded. But his fingers kept playing with my clit. I pulled his face up to mine. He looked like a sad little puppy. Those brown eyes were shining and he now had a small frown.
“I’m sorry but you know they could be up here any minute. I love this and want it trust me! But we have to be safe. ” I said now returning the frown.
“I know. I just love being with you Y/n. You drive me crazy in so many ways. Not just physically. We really need to get away sometime. ” he smiled and I nodded in agreement. That sounded like a fantastic idea.
“We’ll figure something out soon. Okay? Good night Dylan. ” I said with a peck on his forehead. He stood up and sat me down on the bed. He kissed me quickly on the cheek.
“Night Y/n. Sweet dreams.” With that being said followed by quick wink and left my room and shut the door behind him. I let my body fall back onto the bed and sighed loudly. Why was this so hard? I hated the sneaking but in a way the thrill of it all was pretty exciting. I only had one more day before school started back. Dylan had already mentioned earlier he had to go help Tyler with something at his house so I was left to my own vices. Climbing into bed and turning off the lamp I decided to just lay out by the pool for most of the day then pick out an outfit. I had to make a good first impression. I really needed some friends.

The sun was now blazing through my curtains. Rolling over I noticed the clock said 9 am. I can’t believe I slept this late. Quickly I shot out of the bed, gathered my clothes and headed towards the the bathroom that Dylan and I shared for a quick shower. I noticed he left his laundry scattered all over the floor so I picked them up and threw them in the hamper. Typical guy. Then I noticed a piece of paper that had fallen out of his pocket. They were his baseball pants so this was from the other day. My curiosity of course got the best of me. I scanned over the paper and seen it had a phone number written on it. That was it though. I just shook the thought and went on with my shower. I threw my bikini on and grabbed a towel.
“Morning Y/n did you sleep okay last night?” Patrick asked from his seat at the counter. I looked around noticing we were the only ones home.
“Yeah a little too good. I didn’t even move until 9 this morning.” I laughed and grabbed a bottle of water to take with me.
“Well Dyl is gone for a few hours and your mom went to get her hair done. So its just me and you. What do you have planned?” He asked while sitting the paper down he was reading.
“Well I was going to try and get some sun and relax. Then get my stuff together for school so I won’t have to rush in the morning. You?” I responded sweetly.
“I’m not supposed to leave you home alone but I need to run to town and grab some things for my new camera. Then I was going to work on it today. But I can’t leave you here. Your mom is a bit overprotective. ” he hinted at something. I caught his drift.
“I’ll ride with you if you want? I have nothing better to do! Just let me throw some shorts and a shirt on.” He smiled at my offer and I went to get dressed. Patrick and I loaded into the vehicle and drove down the neighborhood. I kept my gaze out the window taking in all the scenery trying to familiarize myself with the new place. Suddenly a person caught my eye. It was Dylan and standing in front of him was a girl. Then his friend Tyler steps out from the garage. Patricks phone starts ringing so he doesn’t even noticed what has my attention. I can’t help but stare as the girl is obviously flirting with Dylan. He doesn’t seem to be flirting back just being kind and smiling but still jealous sparks through me like a wildfire. I can feel my cheeks sparking up in color. They are fading further away as Patrick drives on. Was that her phone number I found earlier? Wow she was pretty. I had a million questions running through my brain at once. Patrick was still talking away about work to someone on his phone. Finally we made to the electronics store and I decided to sit out in the car. Pat assured me he wouldn’t be long. My phone vibrated from in my pocket and I looked to see what it was. Dylan had sent me a text all it read was call me right now please. I jumped and thought maybe something was wrong so I quickly called him and it only rang twice. He picked up and said.
“Hey baby girl. What are you up to?” His tone was so chipper and sweet. But something else was up so I just played along.
“Oh nothing much babe. Just missing you. Are you having fun with Tyler?” I asked with a fake innocent tone. Dylan laughed lightly.
“Oh well don’t work to hard, and yeah I am almost done helping him work on his dirt bike. I’ll stop by and see you soon. I moss you.” That last part sounded so real and sincere.
“That sounds great, I miss you too. See you soon.”
He replied with “Bye babe” then hung up. That was the weirdest thing. Why did he do that? I was beyond confused. Patrick came walking out of the store and put his bags in the back.
“I wasn’t too long was I?” He questioned. I giggled and assured him it wasn’t long at all. The drive back home was surprisingly quick. Walking through the door I stripped my top layer of clothes off and went to the deck to work on my tan that I desperately needed. Laying there with my eyes closed and the sound of the water from the pool fountain made me drift into a light sleep. I hadn’t noticed the sound of the gate opening up and something approaching me. I screamed when I felt a pair of hands on me. I opened my eyes to Dylan grinning from ear to ear.
“You scared the living shit out of me! Don’t do that ever again!” He was now in a fit of laughter.
“Sorry but you looked so beautiful just basking in the sun. I wanted to see you all worked up.” He said quietly while wagging his eyebrows.
“Well I’m all worked up now asshole.” I said right before tackling him into the pool. He screamed then began tickling me.
“Y/n you are so lucky I left my phone in the car. ” he was still holding me by my sides.
“Well you owe me an explanation from earlier mister!” He nodded and remembered the little phone call we had a few hours ago.
“Okay so there was this chick. She’s Tyler’s neighbor and well she has been trying to go out with me for weeks but won’t get the hint that I’m not interested. So I kinda had to act as my girlfriend so she would leave me alone. It was a dick move I know. I’m sorry.” He confessed with a sweet frown.
“Well since you look so cute with your wet hair and little frown I guess I can let it slide."  He splashed him just for spite.
"You think I look cute like this?” Dylan asked with a cheeky grin.
“Very cute.” I simply replied.
“I wish you were my actual girlfriend. I would show you off and make all the guys and not to mention girls jealous. You really are amazing Y/n. I didn’t say it on the phone earlier because I didn’t want to scare you but I love you. ” I had to let those words process for a second. I couldn’t believe what he just said
“I love you too Dylan. So so much. ” He grabbed my hand under the water and gave it a tight squeeze. What on earth we were going to do now?

The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Originally posted by bilinskiobrien

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

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Disconnected Chapter One (5SOS fanfic)

“Are you serious?” I asked my blood running cold. 
“Why are you acting like it’s that big a deal?” She shrugged, that smile still present. 
“Because it is. I trusted you. I really trusted you.” My hands were shaking.
“That’s not my fault.” 
She was right. But that didn’t change how much it hurt. “You were supposed to be my best friend.”
“You were supposed to be mine too.”
“Yes, but last time I checked I wasn’t the one who slammed a blade in between your ribs.” I yelled at her from outside our appartment building.
“You’re so dramatic.”
“No. I’m so done. I’m sick of putting all the work in. Being friends isn’t supposed to be this damn hard!” Plus I shouldn’t have had to worry about that happening. 
“Well it’s not like-“
“Hey! It’s Dylan, right?” Someone interrupted the spat. The accent was sort of familiar and her face lit up.
“Yeah,” I turned around. “Michael?”
“Yeah,” he beamed down at me.
“I haven’t seen you in so long?” Three years to be precise. He always used to come over and visit when we were younger but all of a sudden it just stopped. With time, so did the messages.
“I know.” He pulled me in for a hug. “You’re still not good at hugging. So what’s going on?” 
“Hi my name is-” She started to introduce herself.
“Irrelevant.” I cut her off. “I was just talking to my ex room mate. It turns out I’m moving out.”
“Are you fucking serious Dylan? It wasn’t even that big a deal.” She stomped her foot at me. 
“Yeah well then how do I know what else isn’t ‘that big a deal’? Maybe I’ll wake up being murdered but who cares, it’s not that big a deal!” My voice was steadily getting louder and louder. 
“You’re being childish.”
“No. I’m not.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll be back for my stuff later.”
“Where are you going to stay?” She almost looked concerned too. Almost. 
“Why? So you can tell everyone that too?”
“It wasn’t that bad!”
“That’s nice. So I’m going to go now. Okay?” I turned away from the girl who’d I’d idiotically thought was trustworthy as I felt my eyes water. Great.
“Hey, so what happened there?” Michael asked as he fell into step next to me.
“Michael Clifford, are you following me?”
“Well not on twitter but…” He laughed quietly, “I think I saw a sneaky little smile there!” 
“This is insane.” I shook my head slightly.
“No it’s not! We used to be best buds of a summer.”
“Yes, but that was before 5 Seconds of Summer.” I sighed. “How did you even find me?”
“I used my superpowers.” 
“I doubt pizza brought you to me.”
“No that’s true, my mum told me where you lived.”
“You’re mum knows where I live?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Well she found out from…”
My breath caught. “Oh. I guess that makes sense…” I could’ve sworn a little tear snuck out as the various possible scenarios started to play through my head.
“Where are you going to stay?” 
“I don’t know… I could go back home…” But we both knew why that wasn’t the greatest of ideas.
“Stay with me.”
“What?” There was no way I’d heard that right.
“It’ll be like old times! Except now I have a tour bus. You can meet the boys. We can catch up. It’ll be great.”
“So you don’t contact me for three years and now we’re roomies?” I stopped and stared at him.
“Why not?”
“Because…” He was right. It wasn’t the worst situation I could find myself in. “Are you serious?”
“Aren’t I always?”
“No.” I shook my head at him.
“Well I am now! So are you coming or not?” He held his arm out for me.
“I guess I am.” I shrugged before taking his arm.
“Great! Do you wanna grab your stuff now or…?” He spun me around and we were walking back towards my old appartment. 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven