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Fuck it

Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

"Stiles, shut up the fuck up," I whispered, trying my hardest to contain my laughter.

Stiles and I were in literature class, sitting next to each other, which normally would be a good, effective thing. But, however, for some reason, he wouldn't stop putting his cold hands under my shirt me.

He reached over towards me for the fourth time in this class, trying to stick his hands under my sweater. However, I slapped his hand away before he could reach my stomach, causing a loud noise to fill up the classroom. "L/n, Stilinski, care to explain what's going on back there?" Our teacher asked, giving us his best disappointed face, but we knew that he loves us way too much to actually be mad at us.

"No, sir," I said in a polite tone, but I was flipping Stiles off under the table.

"Okay, well, back to what I was saying-" the teacher continued, but I tuned him out after the first couple of words.

I was scribbling down random shapes on my paper when I felt Stiles'  cold hands reach under my sweater, pressing against my stomach. "Holy fuck!" I screamed, a little too loudly.

"Okay, that's it. Out of my class right now!" The teacher yelled. This time, he wasn't joking around.

We awkwardly gathered our things, before exiting the class, but as soon as the door shut, we both broke down laughing. "As unfortunate as the situation was, you have to admit; it was pretty funny." He said. 

 "Fuck you, dipshit," I said, shoving my hip into Stiles'.

"You love me," he said, flicking my forehead.

We were walking down the hallways until we decided to take a backtrack and just go on the roof instead of the principal's office. And since Literature was the last class of the day, it didn't really matter that much is we dipped. 

We were sitting down on the edge of the building, talking about the most randomest things when Stiles cut me off. "Hey n/n, can I ask you something?" he asked, looking down as he nervously fidgeting with his rings.

"Yeah, of course,"

"Well, I ju–I just wanted to–fuck it." He said, grabbing onto my face, pulling me into a kiss.

Once we broke apart, his eyes anxiously looked at mine, hoping I shared the same feelings as him, but after I didn't respond, he scrunched his face up. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking–"

I cut him off by pressing my lips back to his, except this time when he went to pull away from me, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him in place. After a while I pulled away, sending him a smile. "I like you," I said, red tinting my cheeks.

"I like you too," he responded, going to kiss me for the third time, but got cut off by the school bell.

"Guess that's our cue," he said, getting off the ledge, and helping me to get off as well.

"Bye Stiles," I said, kissing his cheek, before walking out the door.

I love you

Dylan O'brien x fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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