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The Mistake (Part 3) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Wedding In Beacon Hills”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Lydia Martin & Reader

Author’s Note: There may or may not be a few pictures of Dylan from the LA American Assassin premiere in this. I imagine that all of the groomsmen wore three piece suits, and Scott wore the same color and pattern, just no vest. ANYWAY… anyway… um…. y/f/c is your favorite color, I’m not trying to tell you what color or style dress you look good in.  Also, go read Between Us, by @fillthevoid-stilinski. Without her and without that fic, this ish would not exist.

Songs: The links will be on the song titles throughout the story as well. In order as they play: Doris Troy. Etta James. Haley Reinhart. Don’t have to listen but I don’t know, Etta James’ really adds to the moment…

Summary: Stiles and Y/n continue their charade at Scott and Allison’s wedding, but find that they are both quickly having trouble keeping their respective feelings hidden from one another, and everyone else.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

Originally posted by dylanobrien

You spent all of Friday running around town with either the wedding planner, Allison, or one of the other bridesmaids, so you had managed to avoid Stiles all day and you were relieved. Between the fake relationship and the real marriage, you were at the end of your emotional tether. Denying your feelings for Stiles was becoming harder and harder each time you laid your eyes on his handsome, wonderful, stupid fucking face. You glanced down at your phone in your lap, as the hairdresser curled your hair into an updo behind you.

Biles Bilinski: How’s it going over there?

You: fine.

Biles Bilinski: Giz

Biles Bilinski: You have got to stop being pissed at me.

Biles Bilinski: I didn’t do anything and I miss you.

You sighed heavily at the last three words on your screen.

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It Suits You - Part 2 - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 19,043 (Whole Story); 6,498 (Part 1); 12,545 (Part 2)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Toys, Oral (both receiving), multiple orgasms, bondage, riding, 69, doggy over a desk, shower sex, Dylan in a suit multiple times.

Notes: Someone end the mobile app. It sucks.

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anonymous asked:

Camera :)))

Camera - Which breadcrumb confirmed SH for you?

Definitely the pool double date with Dylan and Dayna which I think was back in May. I remember that Dylan and Dayna were in LA for a few days and then Lili posted this picture to her Instagram story with Dylan’s flip flops in the back and it was clear that the 4 of them were spending the day together at the pool.

Before this point I was already about 99% sure that they were dating, but I still wasn’t completely convinced and then this breadcrumb came around and I’ve been 100% convinced ever since.

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A Place to Call Home pt 6


Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 7,328

Warnings: Language, mentions of assault, SMUT

A/N: Here is the next part of A Place to Call Home, I hope you all like it! There’s finally some more smut! YAY! hahah. Huge thank you to @rememberstilinski and @writing-obrien for proof reading and giving me their input! As always, let me know what you think! :)

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where you & Dylan dress up like Mickey & Mallory from NBK for Halloween?

“I can’t wait to see you,” Dylan says with a grin, holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He lays out his pants on his bed and takes the phone in his hand as you say, “You, too. Did you find the sunglasses you wanted?” Dylan glances over at the sunglasses on the bed, “You’re going to have to wait and see…” “Dyl,” you say with a frustrated laugh. He chuckles, “You want me to pick you up?” You shake your head, “No, I can come over and then we can go.” The two of you are going to a costume party with a few of your friends and you decided to go as Mickey and Mallory. He smiles, “You know my mom’s going to want to take pictures.” You grin, “Good. See you soon.” “Yeah, bye,” he hangs up and you finish getting ready, driving to Dylan’s house.

You get out of your car, straightening your crop top and fixing your hair. You walk up to the front door and rest your hand on your hip as you knock. The door opens after a moment and Dylan’s standing there in Mickey’s white shirt and pants. His eyes are hidden behind the red-tinted frames, but you know they’re traveling over your body. “Hey,” he mumbles quietly. You start to smile, noticing the peace sign earring he’s wearing, “Hi, Mickey.” Dylan glances back towards the kitchen to make sure his mom’s not coming. He reaches out and takes your hand, gently tugging you in for a kiss. You press against him with a hum and giggle in surprise when you feel his hands squeeze your hips. Dylan starts kissing your neck and you squeal quietly, “Dylan!” He pulls back with a lopsided grin, pulling on your hand, “Let’s forget the party…” You smirk and lean in to kiss him again, the two of you pulling back abruptly when you hear, “Oh, hi, y/n!”

After a few minutes of Sue praising your costumes and taking a few pictures, you and Dylan drive to a friend’s house. You can’t keep your eyes off each other, causing the car to almost swerve off the road a few times. You and Dylan arrive at the house and ring the doorbell. Eric opens the door and he laughs, “Woah, hey, guys. Nice costumes.” You grin, looking at the details of his costume as a Doom character, “You, too.” Dylan puts his arm around you as you walk inside and greet some of your friends, getting a couple drinks. You end up dancing with your friends after a few drinks and Dylan watches with a small grin. You dance over to him and press against him, resting your hands on his chest, “Mickey?” He licks his lips, “Yeah, baby?” You move up on your toes and whisper in his ear, “Let’s go find some place quiet…” Dylan’s eyes light up and he looks around, blushing. You’re both tipsy and he’s more than ready to fool around, “M’kay.” The two of you sneak out of the room and find an empty room, celebrating just as Mickey and Mallory would. You don’t get back to the group about an hour later and everyone’s gently teasing you, but it was totally worth it.

“Michael!” Fans shouted as he walked through the street. Your boyfriend occasionally stopped to give hugs and pictures.

“Who’s that?” A fan asked pointing to the little boy clinging onto Michael’s pants as he stared open eyed at all the girls.

Michael smiled and lifted up the year old boy, “this is little Dylan.”

The fans gasped, “Dylan as in you and y/n’s son Dylan?”

You and Michael had a son about a year ago, Michael wasn’t to excited about him getting all over the news when he was still just a little baby. So the two of you kept him away from the cameras and all people knew was that you and Michael had a baby boy named Dylan.

“Yeah this is him,” Michael tickled your little boy, “I think it’s time he stops hiding.”

The girls all squealed and awed when Dylan hurried his head in Michael’s shirt, obviously intimidated by the big crowd.

“Y/n,” Michael called you over and handed Dylan to you, “I’ll take a few more pictures and then we can leave.”

You nodded at your boyfriend, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before returning to the crowd of girls. Dylan watched in amusement as his father handed out papers to the first row of girls.

“Mommy what daddy doing?” Dylan yelled loudly.

You shrugged, “I have no idea what he’s heading out baby.”

Suddenly Dylan started crying and kicking and keeping him in your arms got hard. You set him down do you won’t drop him but he took off running immediately.

“Dylan!” You shouted at your son as he ran to the road, “Dylan stop running!”

Michael’s voice rang from behind you, “Dylan turn around!” He ran past you in a blur.

For an infant, your son ran fast. Soon enough he was heading for the street full of cars.

Dylan!” you screamed. Fear paragliding your body and you stopped running.

Your son ran onto the street in between the cars. Michael screamed and ran faster. Your body shook with sobs.

“Dylan!” You cried.

Our of nowhere a huge truck appeared heading for your baby. Michael’s speed doubled as he desperately chased your son. He wasn’t going to read him in time and there was no way the driver would see him.

You fell onto the ground in sobs as you watched Dylan stop in his tracks. A girl around 15/16 zoomed past Michael and scooped Dylan in her arms and ran back to Michael.

“Oh my god!” You ran to them your knees shaking. Michael took your son from her and held him tight for many minutes. He then handed him to you and you hugged your son with relief and tears.

The girl smiled at the he’s rearming scene as Michael enveloped his family in his arms. She was about to walk away when Michael ran up to her, “you saved my sons life,” he gushed at her, “how do I thank you?”

She shrugged, “you don’t need to, we are even now.”

“Even?” You asked, “how?”

She smiled at you, “your boyfriend saved my life with his music, I saved his sons with my running skills. We are even.”

“Oh,” you handed Dylan to Michael and hugged the girl tight, “thank you so much.”

“No problem,” she winked, “now go back to what you were doing Michael.”

Michael’s face reddened as the girl walked back to her spot in the crowd. “Do what?” You asked, still wiping tears that kept running down your face.

Your boyfriend shrugged, “I was planning something but,” he wiped your tears, “I don’t think now is a good time you’re very shaken up.”

“do it Michael!” The crowd screamed.

He smiled sheepishly and nodded at them. One by one each girl in the front row lifted up a page with a letter on it. Spelling “Will you marry me?”

You gasped and turned back to Michael who was now on one knee with a ring in his hands, “y/n you came and brought joy into my life. Then along came this little bundle of trouble he ushered to Dylan who just stared back in wonder at his father. "Will you please, unite us once and for all by marrying me?”

Your tears turned from terrified ones to happy ones, “yes Michael finally about time!”

He laughed happily and put the ring on your finger n your finger before jumping up and kissing you passionately as everyone in the crowd erupted into cheers.

“Dylan your mum and I are getting married!”

Your son smiled weakly at the two of you before yawning, “night night.” He hummed before resting on your shoulder and closing his eyes.



Hey guys. Finally I uploaded my pictures from Alpha Con to flickr. I took pictures at Teen Wolf Group, Dylan O'Brien, Dylan and Tyler panels. Mostly Dylan and Tyler though. I uploaded the original sizes, (16 Mpixel) but the pictures are not that good as I thought, despite my 30x zoom and 16 Mpixels  I couldn’t decide which picture is good and which not, so I uploaded all of them. Everybody can use & download them. I’d appreciate the credit, but I know that not everybody will do that.

I hope you can find a few great shots. And if you PS my picture, may I ask to get a link? I love to see great photos, and sadly I’m totally helpless in PS and photo editing (and you are amazing in that!!!) so you are my only hope.

Let’s check, download and edit them. Have fun!!

Here are the links to the albums.

Teen Wolf Group Panel (406 files)

Dylan O'Brien Panel (675 files)

Dylan/Tyler (Hobrien) Panel (1169 files)

(PS.: a few picture are missing atm, I gonna find and upload them)