#dylan x reader insert

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“Okay. Never have I ever,” he said. “Been ice skating.”

I looked off to the side, lips in a thin line before I took a sip of my drink. The group went silent, as I was the only one to take a drink.

“You’ve never been ice skating?”

“How have you never been ice skating? You live in New York!”

Turning to my best friend, I narrowed my eyes at her. “I grew up in Florida. Where it’s hot about 99.9% of the time.”

“What about that other 0.1%?” Mitch asked.

“It’s actually cold,” I chuckle. “Floridians don’t really like the cold because we’re so used to the heat, but don’t quote me on that.” I looked at Mitch, our eyes locking. His was telling me that he was forming a plan.

I've had a thing for Mitch for the last few months. I mean, who wouldn’t?! His eyes are the perfect shade of brown; a whiskey, caramel color. His hair is black and little long, perfect for, eventually, wrapping my fingers around. The arms, the abs, the everything. This man is pure perfection. Do we work together? Yes. Same department? NO. 

While he goes out into the field, I stay in the office and make sure they have all the intel they need, as well as all the supplies they may need. I’ve gone out with them about 3 times by request of Irene Kennedy, but other than that, I’ve been at a desk.

My phone ringing brings me out of my thoughts. As I get up to retrieve it, I see from the corner of my eye that Mitch stands as well. Once I reach my phone, I answer it with, “Yeah?”

“It’s that any way to speak to your grandmother?”

“Oh, sorry, Mamaw. Habit,” I said.

“Well, that’s quite alright. Listen, sweetheart, I was calling to remind you about the Christmas party. You’re still going to come, right?”

Shit. “I forgot about the party,” I said, apologetically. “But, I will try to make it. I just need to talk to my boss and see if she’ll let me have it off, which she might because I hardly ask for time off.”

My Mamaw chuckles. “Well, that’s okay. Just let me or your dad know if you’re going to be able to make it. I need to go make some cookies for the girls at church.”

I chuckle. “Alright, Mamaw. I’ll talk to you in a couple days.”

“Alright, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I disconnect the call, and hang my head, sighing.

“Everything okay?”

I turn around, looking into those whiskey eyes that have my heart without their owner knowing it. “Yeah. I just forgot about my family Christmas party. The very party I look forward to every single year. I’m sure if I ask Kennedy for it off, she’d give it to me. Though, it’d have to be a few days.” I look off beside him, my brows drawn in.

Mitch chuckles. “Well, you can ask her tomorrow.”

“I’ll do that,” I say. Sigh. “So, what was that look earlier?”

“What look?”

“That look you had on your face that said ‘I’m forming a plan.’”

“Well, you said you never went–”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna take me ice skating,” I interrupt.

He raised a brow, shaking his head quickly. “What’s wrong with that?”

“You do know how clumsy I am, right?”

“She missed her chair the other day when she went to sit down,” Victor said. 

“Fuck you,” I said, looking over Mitch’s shoulder. I looked back at the man in front of me, sighing. “Are you asking to come with me?”

He shrugged. “How else am I going to teach you?”

“You do realize there’s skating rinks in Central Park, right?”

He again shrugged, then sighed like this conversation was boring him, which in turn made me sigh.

“Fine,” I said. “You can come. There’s a skating rink about an hour from my dad’s, where I’ll be staying.”

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Irene let me have two weeks off, which is surprising. I never ask for days off, so that’s probably why. Mitch came with me to Florida, and we had a nice time at my family’s Christmas party. The next day, which happened to be a Sunday, Mitch and I decided to go to the ice skating rink, which I must say, I wasn’t all that bad at… once I got the hang of it.

“Mitch!” I yelped, grabbing onto his arm while laughing. For the very first time since I’ve known him, I actually saw a smile spread across his face.

“You got it!” he chuckled.

I was laughing so hard at that point, I almost fell over. Mitch led us over to the edge of the rink, where I bent over the side, laughing. When I stood back up, I looked at Mitch, who still had that smile on his face. “I almost fell like five times!”

He chuckled, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together. “Come on. I’ve got something else in mind.”

“You’re not gonna take me to a back alley and fu–”

“No!” he interrupted. “I gotta take you to dinner first.” He winked as we made it back to the carpet. He led us to the benches, where we took off our skates and put our regular shoes back on; his being his normal boots and mine being my favorite boots I wear every fall and winter that were starting to come apart.

After we both made it back to the car, Mitch started it up, looking at me almost expectantly.

“What?” I asked.

“Where’s the nearest grocery store?” he asked back.

“Uhm,” I said, thinking. “It’s like three minutes away, why?”

“You’ll see. Bring it up on GPS.”

I took my phone out of my jacket pocket, bringing up the nearest grocery store, which happened to be an Aldi. Mitch drove us to the grocery store, where we both got out of the car. He took my hand as we both walked into the store, grabbing a basket on our way in.

Mitch walked us around the store, grabbing everything he wanted to put into the cart. Milk, eggs, flour, white sugar, brown sugar, butter, chocolate chips.

I smiled as he put a few more things in our cart. “Are we making chocolate chip cookies?”

“How’d you guess?” he asked.

“Well, considering I like to bake, and you put the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies in the basket, I just assumed.”

He chuckled, as we walked to the front of the store to check out. Once all of our items were rung up and we bagged them, we walked out of the store and back to the car. I brought up my dad’s house on the GPS, and off we went!

When we made it back to my dad’s, we got started on mixing the ingredients for the cookies before putting them in the oven. 

“I’ll see you in about 10 minutes, my loves,” I said, blowing a kiss to the raw cookie dough.

Mitch chuckled as I stood back up straight. I gasped before walking around Mitch to the living room, where my dad and stepmom were sitting on the couch, watching a Christmas movie. I asked where the stuff for hot chocolate was. Once he told me, I booked it straight for the pantry to grab those ingredients, which was just cocoa powder and marshmallows.

“You making hot chocolate?” Mitch asked.

“You bet your ass I am!” I exclaimed.

“Make us some!” my stepmom said.

I chuckled, grabbing two kinds of milk from the fridge; regular whole milk and almond milk.

“Almond milk?” Mitch wondered.

I nodded my head. “Mhmm. For me. I’m lactose intolerant.”

He nodded once in understanding as I grabbed six mugs from the cabinet in case my stepsister and her boyfriend wanted some as well. Once the milk was all heated up enough, I put the necessary amount of cocoa powder into the mugs and mixed before adding the marshmallows.

Two of the mugs went to my dad and stepmom, and just as I predicted, my stepsister and her boyfriend came and took two of the other mugs, marshmallows and all!

I made Mitch’s the way he asked before I took the Reddi Whip from the fridge, putting some on mine before adding a couple of marshmallows and taking a sip. I smiled and sighed in contentment, happy with how I made the hot cocoa. 

The timer on the oven started beeping, letting us know that the cookies were done. I went to grab the oven mit before I saw Mitch bending over, grabbing them out of the oven, hand covered with the oven mit I was looking for.

Seeing him being so domestic made my stomach flutter with butterflies. I sucked in a breath as he put the cookie sheet on the stove to start the cooling process. Seeing him being this way made the crush I had for him grow tenfold. Deciding I couldn’t wait to eat a cookie anymore, I grabbed a plate and put about six cookies on it before grabbing my mug and heading outside to sit by the pool.

Mitch followed me, sitting in the chair next to me. “So,” he started. “We’re sitting by a pool when it’s cold outside. Why?”

I shrugged. “Best way to see the stars, I guess.” I heard him hum, like he was agreeing with what I was saying. “Listen. I’m glad you came with me. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun or smiled as much as I have.”

“That’s not because of me,” he said.

I looked at him as he was looking down at his lap. “Yes, it is. Mitch, it’s because of you I’m having a good time, not because of my family. Well, they’re part of the reason, but you’re the main reason.”

He looked at me, seriousness in his eyes, then smiled a little. “Thanks. You’re the reason I’ve had so much fun, too.”

“Oh, my goodness,” I heard my stepsister’s voice. “Just kiss already!”

I looked back at Mitch after having looked around for my sister. Shrugging, I said, “Why not?”

He stood up before walking over to my chair, holding his hand out for me to take. “Better do as the lady says.”

“Wait!” she said. She disappeared for a moment before reappearing with her boyfriend, who stuck something on the top of the door frame. “Now you can kiss.”

Mitch and I walked to the screen door and looked up. “Mistletoe.” We looked at each other while chuckling before our smiles died down. 

I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek at the same moment he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear before bringing my lips to meet his. It wasn’t a long kiss nor a short kiss, but long enough for me to feel those electric sparks.

We pulled apart for a moment before our foreheads met. 

“This is something I’ve been missing and will look forward to,” I whispered.

“What’s that?” Mitch whispered.

I looked him in the eyes, hand still on his cheek as I smiled, “Holidays with you.”

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snuggling up on the couch with mitch is something that i absolutely love doing. it's one of my favorite past times, if you will. after having met him through a couple of mutual friends a year ago, we've been inseparable, aside from when he has to go on missions.

my favorite time of year to snuggle up with him is christmas time. thick blankets, lots of pillows, hot chocolate, those sugar cookies in the packages you get in the cold section at the store. i look forward to it all year!

mitch and i were currently watching one of my favorite christmas movies, dr. seuss's how the grinch stole christmas. the one with jim carrey. it's the best, and i'll fight anyone to who says differently.

"so, what's his deal?" mitch asked, arm drapped over my shoulders. "why does he hate christmas?"

"were you not paying attention?" i asked.

"nope."

i sighed. "he got made fun of for all his facial hair, so he shaved it and the kids laughed at him for having all those toilet paper pieces on his face. so, he threw his gift for martha may as well as the tree, and ran away to mount crumpit."

"seems a bit dramatic."

"coming from the drama king himself," i chuckled, poking his side.

he squirmed away a couple of inches, but moved back after grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers. "well, unlike the grinch, i happen to like christmas."

"oh, yeah? why's that?"

When you think of your best friend, what’s the very first thing that comes to mind?

Loyal? Trustworthy? Good listener? Accepting? My best friend is all of those things… as well as hyperactive, clumsy, hella smart and cute as hell. Wait, did I just say that out loud? Well, anyway. 

My best friend’s name is Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. Actually, it’s Mieczysław Stilinski, but everyone calls him Stiles. His mom used to call him Mischief because that’s as close as he got trying to say it when we were kids.

We also have another best friend, Scott McCall. We all met on the same day in the same place; on the playground in the sandbox, and let’s just say that that was the first time I ever saw a boy– ya’know what? That part isn’t important. Let’s get back to today.

Today was just like any other day; Stiles picked me up for school, where we spent the majority of our day. Then we went back to my house so I could pack a bag, then back to his so he could pack a bag.

Oh, did I mention that the pack was going to Lydia’s lake house for the weekend? ‘Cause that’s what we’re doing. Scott wanted the pack together for a weekend to “bond” but really it’s just us hanging out since we rarely get to do that anymore.

So, once Stiles and I got to the lake house, we went to pick our rooms, but they were all taken except for the master bedroom. Why Lydia didn’t take that room, I’ll never know.

Once we started unpacking, I gasped, scaring Stiles. “What? What? What?”

“And there was only one bed!” I said, feign terror in my voice.

He looked at me with the most serious look he could muster. “Seriously?”

At that point, I was laughing my ass off as he said, “You’ve got to stop doing that every time you and I share a room.”

“But it’s fun!” I exclaimed, throwing a pair of my socks at him.

“Stiles! Y/N! Come on! We’re gonna order some pizza and hang out in the living room!” Lydia yelled from downstairs.

We looked at each other, mischievous grins on both of our faces. 

“Last one there has to take a shot of the strongest stuff?” Stiles suggested.

“Oh, you’re on!” I said, dashing off before he could start counting down. I was laughing all the way down, knowing that he was right behind me. When I made it to the bottom of the stairs, I went to make a run for it towards the living room when I felt a pair of arms around my waist, picking me up. “Stiles! You cheater!”

“This isn’t cheating,” he said. “This is called a tie!”

Before I could ask him what he was talking about, I felt myself plop down on the couch, Stiles right beside me.

“I don’t want to take a shot of the strongest stuff, and I know you don’t either.”

I looked off into the distance, thinking over my answer before I nodded in agreement. A cup was placed in front of my face, Lydia’s hand belonging to the owner of the hand holding the cup. 

“Here,” she said. “Drink this. I think after the long week we’ve all had, we’re all gonna need a drink.”

“Or a few,” Isaac said, causing chuckles to come out of everyone.

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A little while later saw everyone a little buzzed, having the time of our lives! Stiles and I were still sitting in our same spots, me under his arm instead of on it. Scott and Kira were on the floor next to me, Allison and Isaac were sitting on the other couch much in the same position Stiles and I were in, Erica and Boyd were just sitting side by side even though everyone knew they had feelings for each other, Jackson and Ethan were sitting very close to each other, and Lydia and Aiden were sitting together with her sitting next to me with Aiden sitting on the floor between her legs.

I looked up at Stiles as Scott was telling everyone a story about him, Stiles and I as kids. You see, I’ve always had a crush on Stiles, and I think everyone but him knew it.

He looked down at me after a couple of seconds, both of us getting lost in each other's eyes. At the same time, we both leaned towards each other, pressing our lips together. We stayed like that for a few seconds before I heard Lydia beside me say, “Oh, my goodness! Finally!” 

Pulling away from Stiles, I looked at Lydia, asking her what she meant.

“You two aren’t together?” Jackson asked.

I looked at him before I looked at Stiles, who said, “What? Friends kiss each other all the time, right?”

“I’ve never heard that,” Kira said.

Feeling very embarrassed, I looked down at my jeans before getting up and going into the kitchen. Hearing footsteps walk in not long after, I looked at who walked in. “What just happened, Stiles?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I’d very much like to kiss you again.”

Smiling a little, I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Well, then what are you waiting for?”

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A/N 2: gif doesn’t go with the theme of the request, but oh well. this was very rushed ‘cause as soon as i was getting to the end, the babe started getting a fussy... let me know what you thought!

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“Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree At The Christmas Party Hop…” I faintly heard as I was waking up for the day. I was also smelling some cinnamon rolls, pancakes, waffles, coffee, the works! 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and the movies and music that follows. But, to be woken up by it isn’t exactly what I had in mind. While I love putting it on first thing in the morning, I also love putting it on when I’m making breakfast, which is about thirty minutes to an hour after I wake up.

So, after I put on my sweatshirt and brushed my teeth, I went downstairs to see who made the house smell so good this morning. 

First person I saw was my mom, which is to be expected. She always cooked breakfast during the Christmas season, but especially on Christmas morning. 

Second person, my dad; always right beside my mom. Their love is what I always wanted. Especially during the holidays. 

I knew there was a third person roaming around the house, considering it was our house… well, one that we were currently renting.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mom said.

“Morning,” I replied. “Have you seen–” Being startled by someone picking me up and spinning me around, I squealed in shock and surprise. Once the person put me down, I turned to look at the culprit, and was met with those whiskey colored eyes that I loved oh so much.

“Stiles!” I exclaimed, playfully but lightly slapping him in the chest. “You scared me!”

Laughing, he replied, “Sorry. I went upstairs to see if you were still sleeping, but you were already out of bed.”

“Probably because she smelled food,” Dad said. “She only gets out of bed if food is being made.” Shocked face and all, I turned to my dad and said, “That’s not true!” At the look Mom gave me, I relented. “Okay, a little true, but–”

Stopping my words at all three of them laughing at me, I joined in on it because it really was true.

As the laughter was quieting down, I looked at all the food as the music continued playing in the background. “Okay, first off; Mom, thanks for cooking breakfast.”

“You’re welcome, honey,” she replied.

“Secondly, who turned the music up to the point where it actually woke me up?” Looking around the room, I came back to those eyes I loved. “Stiles,” I warned. “Can we turn this down or off until I’m fully awake?”

“Nope,” he said. “Stays on.”

“But–”

“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on.”

“Uhm, one; it’s our house that we’re renting, and two; it’s not even 8 AM yet.”

Chucking, he said, “You’re so cute.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, leaving his lips there as he whispered, “It’s 8:45AM.”

“And we’re not opening gifts, why?” I sassed.

Mom, Dad and Stiles all laughed as I went into the kitchen to get a plate of food and a cup of coffee with my favorite dairy-free creamer. Sitting down in the living room on Christmas morning with breakfast and family was a tradition that I wouldn’t stop doing, even if Stiles or any other partner didn’t do it. 

Everyone else was sitting down in their own spots as I was picking a movie to watch while we ate. Movie choice of the morning; Dr. Seuss’s How The Grinch Stole Christmas. The live action one, not the original animated one. 

The movie got the part where the Mayor gives The Grinch the razor when we all decided to go ahead and open our presents after Sheriff, aka Stiles’s dad showed up. Of course, Mom, Dad and Sheriff had to bring our presents over. 

From all three parents, Stiles got a bunch of Star Wars stuff for his little man cave. I got some jewelry, notebooks and pens, fuzzy socks, and some other girly things.

I got my parents their favorite obsessions, as well as Sheriff, and Stiles did the same. After we were all finished with the presents, we cleaned up before all three parents said their goodbyes and went home.

Stiles and I showered before we started getting ready for the rest of our day together. He was acting all giddy after he told me to do my everyday makeup and hair, so I knew I had to get to the bottom of it. He was dressed in his normal clothes with his hair styled the same way he did it every morning.

Once I had met him downstairs, I looked at him as he smiled at me while holding his hand out for me to take. After I did, we walked out of the house together and to the Jeep, where he opened the door for me and closed it after I got in and situated.

Somehow, I knew he had something planned because he knew how much Christmas was my favorite time of the year. We pulled up to one of our favorite restaurants in Beacon Hills, all sorts of cars… not there. This place was usually packed with cars on Christmas day. 

Stiles ended up helping me out of the Jeep, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together while walking me to the front door. We walked in and I got the biggest surprise of my life; seeing my best friend, Allison Argent.

I hadn’t seen her in months because all of us went our separate ways for college… except Stiles and I. We went to the same one.

Tearing up, I placed my hand over my mouth while walking towards her, hugging her once I reached her. And to more of my shock and surprise, everyone else was here, too! Scott, Isaac, Ethan and Aiden, Lydia, Derek, Liam, Mason, Corey, Hayden, Jackson, everyone! Including the parents!

We all had a blast at the party. A surprise Christmas party, if you will. I didn’t even know who set it all up until Stiles and I got home. 

“Did you like the party?” he asked.

Nodding my head with a smile, I replied, “I had a blast.” “Good. I was hoping you would.”

Confused, I asked, “What do you mean by that?”

He shrugged while putting his arms around my waist, “I knew how much seeing everyone would mean to you, so I set something up. Thankfully everyone was free this afternoon.”

Smiling while putting my hands on the back of his neck, I said, “I can’t believe you did all this, for me.”

“Well, I love you and just wanted you to have the best day,” he said.

“I did,” I nodded. “And I love you, too.”

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A/N 2: gif doesn’t go with the theme of the request, but oh well. let me know what you thought!

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Why I fell in love with a spazzed out dork, I’ll never know. I mean, we’ve been together since the night of the Winter Formal, but still. Yeah, he was everything a boyfriend should be and more, but I mean damn. This boy could be an idiot sometimes.

Like, I’ll give an example. Whenever we’re watching a movie in his room on his laptop and I do that sigh thing every girl does when she wants attention, I’ll either go ignored or be handed a bag of my favorite candy.

Another example; again, while watching a movie on his laptop, I’ll put my leg over his, letting him know I want cuddles, and again I’ll either go ignored or be handed a bag of my favorite candy.

Tonight… was no exception. See, him and I were in his room… watching a movie… after a study session. We were laying on his bed, sitting up against his headboard, his laptop on his lap, le duh, and all I wanted was to cuddle with him, like always.

I laid my head on his shoulder, which prompted nothing.

I put my hand on his thigh, which prompted nothing.

I felt like I was doing everything in the book at this point; turning on my right side and molding myself into his side, moving down the bed a little to rest my head on his thigh. Hell, I even moved his laptop and spread his legs apart so that I could sit in between them and lay back against him. Finally deciding I’d had enough, I sat up and paused the movie.

“Wha-- what are you doing?” he asked.

I turned around to face him, sitting on my knees. “Stiles, babe,” I said. “I’ve been trying to get your ass to cuddle with me every time we lay here and watch a movie before you have to take me home.”

Putting on his thinking face, he said, “You have?”

“Yes!” I quietly exclaimed. “Haven’t you not noticed the different positions I’ve been in and the subtle hints I’ve been giving?”

Again with his thinking face. “No,” he said.

“Was that a statement or a question?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“Oh, for the love of God,” I whispered, hanging my head.

“I just thought you wanted your candy,” he said. “That’s why I always gave it to you. You sigh a lot, and you do the leg thing a lot. You also do those when it’s that time of the month right before you ask for your candy, so…”

Realizing he was just trying to be super sweet, I smiled a little. “Baaaaaaaabe!”

“What?” he asked, eyes wide. “Am I in trouble or something?” “No,” I chuckled. 

Smiling, he said, “Come here,” while motioning with his hands in the come here motion.

I crawled my way back up to him, feeling his arm go around my shoulders as I got comfortable, molding myself into his side while draping my leg over his and sighing in content. “This is good. This is nice.”

He hummed. “Sure is.”

~~~

Feeling the sunlight hitting my face, I woke up to someone’s hand sitting on my forearm. Following the arm up to the owner, I smiled when I saw Stiles’ adorable sleeping face. But then shock hit when I realized that we both must’ve fallen asleep while watching our movie.

I carefully rolled over to pick up my phone, seeing that I had about 5 missed calls and about 10 text messages from my mom. All texts basically saying that I needed to call her and that I was in trouble for staying out past curfew before getting to the last one that said not to worry and that Sheriff had already called her and Dad to let them know that Stiles and I had fallen asleep.

Hearing Stiles humming and rolling over some more to wrap his arms around me, I smiled to myself, thinking that I was beyond lucky to have him and while still also being dumbfounded as to why I fell in love with his spazzed out dorky self.

“Good morning, baby,” he rasped, voice laced with sleep.

“Hmm, morning, Stiles,” I said. “You gotta take me home.”

“Mhmm, later.”

I giggled. “Okay.”

We stayed like that for a little while before my phone rang, prompting me to answer it. “Hello?”

“Good morning, oh lovely daughter of mine.”

“Good morning, Mom,” I said. “To answer the question I know you’re gonna ask, I’ll be home later. Stiles and I just woke up.”

“Alright then,” she said. “That really does answer my question. I’ll see you when you get home.”

We hung up after saying our goodbyes before I placed my phone down. “Take me home in a couple hours?”

“What do you wanna do in the meantime?” he asked.

“Eat some breakfast, and maybe watch a movie?” I suggested, turning my head over my shoulder.

Staring into those whiskey colored eyes I love so much, he smiled at me, agreeing to my suggestion. “Sounds like a plan.”

After the both of us went down the stairs and made some pancakes, we ate at the table before bolting back up the stairs, filling the house up with our laughter. 

“Let’s see,” he said, looking through the movies he had on his laptop. “Comedy, action, or--”

“Rom-com?” I said. “Oooh, what about a chick flick?” “I’m not watching The Notebook again,” he deadpanned.

“Oh, ha ha,” I sassed. “Not The Notebook. Either Dear John or A Walk To Remember.”

Putting his thinking face on, he said, “Dear John. It’s got a lot of guy stuff in it, plus your favorite scene.”

I smile up at him after getting back into the cuddling position we were in the previous day. “You’re such an idiot.”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

“Are you kidding me? What the hell?” I exclaimed. “That’s totally not fair!”

“Draw four,” he said.

“You’re such an asshole,” I said, picking up four cards from the deck. Sighing, I looked back at my best friend. “Go. It’s your turn.”

Dylan chuckled and laid down a Wild Card, picking the color. “Changing it to blue.”

“Should’ve known that was coming,” I said, laying down a blue 5. My phone rang at that moment, swiping the screen to answer the call. “I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing. Yello??”

“Well, hello to you, too,” Ashlee chuckled. That’s my other best friend.

“Oh, hey, Ash. What’s up?” I asked, placing down my green 7 while sticking my tongue out at Dylan.

“Just wondering how things are over there,” she said.

“Oh, ya’know,” I said. “Just trying to stay safe and all that jazz. Losing to almost every single game to this nerd.”

She laughed on the other end, before saying, “Well, I just hope you’re staying safe over there. Nothing’s really happening over here.”

“That’s good to he-- Oh, come on!” I exclaimed. “Again?! You little shit.”

“What happened?”

“Fucking draw four… again,” I said.

Dylan chuckled and set his cards down, letting me know he was going to get himself a drink. I nodded at him, letting him know I was fine with it. He got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room on the phone… with his cards.

“You’re gonna look, aren’t you?” Ashlee asked.

“Thinking about it,” I said, to which she chuckled. “Hey, listen, I better go. I know it’s late over there and you gotta get the kiddos to sleep.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” she agreed. “Call me tomorrow when you’re not getting your ass kicked in a card game.”

“Oh, ha ha,” I said, before chuckling. “Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye!”

As soon as a Snapple Peach Tea was set down in front of me, I placed my phone back on the table, looking up at my best friend with a smile on my face. “You’re the best.”

“So, why’d you get off the phone?” he asked, sitting down.

“Couldn’t really concentrate on a conversation while trying to beat your ass at this godforsaken game,” I said, placing down one of the cards.

He picked his back up, pretending to think his next move over. “Well, I hate to break it to you, Y/N/N, but--” he said, placing down his last three cards. “Reverse, Skip-- UNO-- I win.”

“Ya’know what?” I said, putting my cards down. “Fuck this game.”

Dylan barked out a laugh, leaning back on the couch and putting his arms on the back. “What do you wanna do now?”

I looked at him, thinking it over. “How about we just watch some TV? I’m still catching up on Brooklyn 99.”

“Brooklyn 99 it is!” he exclaimed, reaching forward to grab his remote. “What season are you on?” 

“Season 5, Episode 6,” I said, moving to sit next to him, blanket in hand. As he played the episode, I got comfortable by tucking myself into his side, his arm going around me. 

We both sighed, content in the moment. “Thanks, Dyl.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For making this… lockdown thing more enjoyable,” I said.

He quietly chuckled, resting his head on the top of mine. “Anything for my best friend.”

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! pls be kind and reblog! it really helps us content creators out <3

Additional Note: Chica is a nickname I thought up about a year ago for a piece I’m in the middle of working on for myself. This is still very much a reader insert, even though, no names are mentioned... whatever, you get the idea... I hope. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

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Go to the beach, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll get to lay out and get your tan on, they said. What they didn’t tell me was that we were going to be out in the sun for three hours in the California heat. Despite having on a shit ton of sunscreen and being in the water most of the time, I still managed to get burnt.

What was I doing in California, you ask? Visiting an old family friend. And by old family friend, I mean that our dad’s are really good friends and have been since the late 80’s. I was roughly three years younger than the oldest child and about 18 months from the second. They were my best friends in the whole world, almost like siblings to me. Who are they, you might ask? Well, I’ll tell you; Julia and Dylan.

We’d spent an awesome day at the beach with our families, soaking up the sun and spending time in the ocean. My happy place.

After the parents decided that it was time to go back to Dyl’s house, we packed up our beach gear and loaded up in the cars, heading to said location. About seven showers later, and we were ready to head off to eat!

With dinner in our bellies and the moon shining bright in the sky, my dad and stepmom went back to their hotel while Julia went back to her and Dylan’s parents house. Me, on the other hand, I went back to Dylan’s house with him, not ready to end the night.

Apparently, my skin told me otherwise.

Now, while I usually burn from the sun, it’s normally not that bad. But this. Whole different ball game. I was tired, I could feel the heat from the burn coming off my skin, and I was hurting. Sometime during dinner, I started feeling uncomfortable in my shoulders where my shirt rested. I think Dylan noticed because he offered for me to go back to his place to finish hanging out; AKA to take care of me and my sunburn.

I was currently sitting on the couch watching Monsters University, wearing one of Dyl’s tank tops he offered to me. Hearing padding on the floor, I turned my head a little, watching as Dylan walked to the back of the couch, handing me a water and some pain meds.

“Here, take this,” he said. “It’ll help with the pain.”

I reached up as best I could with an uncomfortable look on my face, saying, “Thanks.” After opening the water, I took a small sip before placing the two red and blue pills in my mouth and swallowing them down.

He rounded the couch with the Aloe Vera lotion I had packed just in case. “Sit up a little bit. We gotta put this on.”

I whined, like a child, but sat up a little anyway, hearing him chuckle behind me.

“Pick up your hair. I’m gonna lift the back of your shirt up,” he said.

Doing as he said, I felt the shirt being lifted from my back and up over my head. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Putting the shirt over your head,” he replied, duh tone to his voice.

“Dyl, I’m braless. What if it falls?”

“Then don’t let it fall.”

I sighed, not in the mood to fight him on this. “Your Stiles is showing.”

He chuckled, lightly skimming the pads of his fingers on my shoulder. I winced and pulled away from him for a moment before relaxing. Putting his fingers back on shoulder as lightly as he could, he said, “I know it hurts. It’s just like your mom used to say; the sooner it goes on, the sooner you’ll start feeling better.”

I hung my head at the mention of my mom, missing her like crazy. This didn’t go unnoticed by my best friend.

He sighed, still lightly rubbing the lotion into my skin. “I miss her, too.”

“I’m just grateful that your mom is like a second one to me,” I whispered.

He stilled his gentle rubbing on my shoulders for a moment before continuing the motions, little whimpers coming from me every so often.

Moving down to my back, the coolness of the lotion felt amazing on my skin. I hummed in content, almost leaning back into his touch.

Once he was done, he moved to sit on the table in front of me, helping me to put the shirt back over my head and down my back, carefully placing the straps of the tank top back on my shoulders. “Look at me,” he said, voice soft.

I looked at him just as he looked down to get just a little bit more lotion to put on my face. I was staring at him as he did this, and the sudden urge to kiss him hit me like a bus. 

Once he was done with that, he placed his hands on my cheeks, looking at me with such intensity, I thought I was in trouble for something. But the look in his eye told me the same thing I was feeling; just lean in.

Leaning forward, I placed my hands on his cheeks, bringing his face towards mine. The feeling of his lips on mine took me into another world, what seemed like.

After a few seconds of our lips moving in sync, Dylan pulled away, gently placing his forehead on mine, both of us catching our breaths.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he whispered, to which I nodded before he added, “I’ve been wanting to do that since before my sixteenth birthday.”

“How long before?” I asked, moving my hands from his cheeks to the point where his neck and shoulders meet.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. When you guys came to visit.”

I pulled back a little, thinking it over before it hit me. “That was like 2 weeks before your birthday. You were still fifteen.”

Nodding, he said, “Yeah. It would’ve been weird for a sixteen year old to want to kiss a fourteen year old, right?”

I thought it over for a moment again before I nodded, “Yeah, it would’ve been awkward.”

We shared a chuckle before he moved to sit next to me, carefully putting his arm over my shoulder. I looked back at the tv, continuing my movie when he leaned next to my ear.

“What’s this movie even about?”

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