Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Abilities | Stuart Twombly

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Imagine #6

Word Count: 1124

Imagine is inspired by the song Slow Hands by Niall Horan.

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STUART'S POV:

Bright strobe lights flashed around in the club while drunken bodies grind against each other. My fingers adjust my glasses once more as I continue to stay seated in the tall chair, my feet slightly dangling above the floor. The clock on my phone screen read ten-thirty pm, making me feel even more sleepy.

I felt relieved to be alone though since Billy and the others thought it would be great to try and set me up some random woman. Who looked in her mid-forties if I must admit. I recently failed at asking one girl on a date and I didn't want that to happen again- at least not right now.

"Here you go, sir." A buff bartender sets a glass of some mystery drink in front me.

My eyebrows furrow together, "I didn't order this."

"Oh I know, she did though." His finger points towards a girl my age, her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. The man leaves me alone with the unknown free drink, my eyebrows still furrowed together.

Picking up the beverage, I take a small sip instantly enjoying the taste of it. I begin to continue gulping it down until there was no more left in the medium sized glass. I ask the bartender for another one, but they soon turn into three more of the same drink.

"I knew you would enjoy it." A voice says from beside me.

I turn to meet the gaze of the same girl, up close she was absolutely stunning- no lie. She stood up straight with her head held high, her off the shoulder black dress she was currently wearing fit all her curves perfectly.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" She giggles, sitting down in the empty seat beside me. 

I shake my head as if I was caught in some type of trance. "Uh no, sorry. Thanks for the drink, it's delicious."

She shrugs with a small smile. "Delicious, yet addicting, but you're welcome."

My hands rub together in my lap as I look away from her, all my sarcastic confidence suddenly fading away from me. Something about this girl was making my feel so self-conscious for some reason.

"You don't talk much do you?" She asks.

"Um no- I mean, I do! It's just that I get nervous around beautiful girls, I guess." I admit, meeting her eyes once more.

"Beautiful? Well thank you." She winks. "What's your name cutie?"

"It's Stuart, I absolutely despise it though. The name honestly sounds too-"

"Nerdy? I think it's adorable and in my opinion, I happen to find nerds super hot. If you didn't have the name then I wouldn't be able to call you Stewie." Her hand places itself on my knee, sending slight shivers down my spine.

My cheeks redden at her touch, "Stewie? As in Family Guy Stewie?"

"Sure, but Stewie from Family Guy is a badass little baby. I'm not sure if you're a badass like him since I don't know much about you, yet." She states, her lip going between her teeth.

"I can be a badass!" I exclaim, making her laugh at my sudden outburst.

Once she calms down from her giggling fit, she sends me a attractive sexy smirk. "You sure bout' that? I mean, you haven't really shown me anything that can relate to being a badass."

I shrug, "Well I can't really show those abilities out in public with hundreds of people surrounding me."

She stands up from her spot, holding her hand out for me to grab. "Then we should go back to my place, so you can share those abilities in private, of course."

It comes out more like a statement, but I still grab a hold of her surprisingly soft hand and she leads the both of us out the crowded club.

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Her back slams against the bedroom door as I hold her securely in my arms. A groan slipping from my mouth as her fingers tug at the ends of my hair, my hands gripping tighter around the exposed skin on her thighs.

"I never got your name." I say once her lips move down to my neck, leaving butterfly kisses.

"Y/N," She responds while still kissing down my neck.

My feet take a few steps backwards until my knees hit the edge of her bed, causing us to fall on to it. My hands trail down her sides and land on her bum, giving it a slight squeeze.

"This dress needs to go, Y/N." I whisper before her lips could meet mine once again.

Y/N sits up, managing to still straddle my waist, her hands reach behind to unzip the dress. I sit up from my position, my hands snaking up her backside to help her unzip it once I noticed she was struggling a bit.

"Thank you," She says, when I finally get the zipper down her back and she slides it off her body. Her matching white lingerie catching my attention once the black dress lands on the carpeted floor. "Aye, my eyes are up here, mister."

I flash her a smirk, all my confidence coming back suddenly. "I can't help that you have an outstanding body."

Her cheeks redden at my comment, my fingers holding onto her bare hips. Our lips meeting again and I flip us over instantly, her legs finding a way around my waist. Her fingers fumble around with my belt buckle and I pull away from the kiss to unbuckle them myself. Tugging off my shirt along with my pants, it leaves me in only my gray boxers and grinning Y/N now.

"This," She begins, dragging her fingers along my abs. "Is pretty badass, Stewie."

I low chuckle escapes from me as I dip down, my lips hovering over hers in a teasingly manner. "Oh trust me, I haven't shared the rest on my abilities with you just yet."

"Really? Then come on, don't leave me hanging too long." She seductively whispers, her arms wrapping around my neck.

"Oh no, no. You can't rush me...I'll be taking things nice and slow on you, love." I inform before returning my lips on hers.

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what is life? actually what is this mess that I just wrote?
excuse the horrible writing but I hope you guys somewhat enjoyed it.

much love!