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Something Barrowed 

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Fair Game - Smut

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader
Words: 4,833
AN: FINALLY! In celebration of the end of Stuart week, here’s my contribution! Thanks to Kenz and Hay for putting this on, it’s been fun writing about my favorite nerd. @rememberstilinski @sarcasticallystilinski 


You settled in front of the makeup mirror in the back room of the club, opening up your bag and rummaging around for your eyeliner. You smiled at the girl next to you, turning back and fixing your cat eye, puckering your lips as you applied your lipstick.

You’d only been working at this strip club for a few weeks, the money more than enough to help you pay your student loans and bills. You hadn’t told anyone what you’d been doing for work, and it wasn’t because you were ashamed. You knew that people wouldn’t understand, or think you were some kind of slut or something.

Your biggest fear was running into someone you knew, and although you grew up and went to high school far away, everyone came to LA at some point, so it wasn’t far fetched that you might give a lap dance to someone who was in your junior year chemistry class. The last thing you needed was for someone that you knew outside of the place to judge you.

So what were the odds of you being assigned a customer who was exactly that? Stuart Twombly was peering up at you, slightly dazed as his black rimmed glasses sat skewed on his face, a beer clutched tightly in his fist. His brown eyes lit up in recognition, and you shook your head slightly to stop him when he opened his mouth.

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Snow Days - Stuart Twombly [Smut]

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 4216

Notes: This is part 2 to Heat Haze Days. Please go read it if you haven’t already. This turned out to be pure filth. And I am not sorry for it. Ya’ll can honestly thank @sincerelystiles for this. She encouraged me to write part 2 and, between her and @ninja-stiles, encouraged me to go full ham on the sin. They are dolls though and I love them for the support. Please let me know how you guys like it!

Part 1 - Heat Haze Days

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Technical Difficulties - Smut. [mystic-biscuit]

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Rating: 18+ NSFW
Words: 5.5k give er take

Notes: Yay group fic time. @completedylantrash @dumbass-stilinski @thelittlestkitsune @stilinski-jpeg @smutandahalf and I, all decided to do a group fic thingy for Mr. O’briens birthday. So enjoy some Stuart Twombly. Now y’all know why I have been up Stuarts ass for the last few weeks.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOO


Stuart Twombly is a pompous dickweed.

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💮 DAY 13: FAVORITE HUMANS? 💮

Fact: everyone adores Mrs. T. Seriously, what’s not to like about this kooky lady? She’s so much fun with how endearingly strange she is. She reminds me a bit of my own grandmothers with how warm and supportive she is towards Blythe too. And hey, she still looks REALLY good for her age. :0

And please excuse my terrible take on drawing humans, I’m so new to that! And I almost missed uploading my daily answers, oh my Lord. :’D

Heat Haze Days - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 2800

Notes: This is like…my first time writing in forever and a day. So be gentle :’) also, tbh, I only thought of this idea because I was listening to Kagerou Days in my car on my way home from work. Kagerou literally is Heat Haze Days. xD

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Success - Stuart Twombly

warnings: none i think
word count: 3043

Originally posted by feelingdylano


Your whole life, you just wanted to be successful.  Ever since you were four, and begged your Mom to begin practicing riding your bike without training wheels.  It was a long fight between the two of you, her thinking you should wait, and you crying and pleading to try.

You met Stuart Twombly on a Tuesday in the second grade.  The day before you had gotten sick, and missed your first day of school.  You were making up work while doing the current work sheets.  It was nearing time for recess and your little hand had barely scribbled down half of one math sheet.  Your eyes began to water as you knew there was only a few more ticks on the clock before you would miss playing outside for a day spent in the class, practicing your times tables.  But a little boy with thick glasses came up and plopped next to you.  You’d quickly attempted to wipe away your tears, but he hadn’t said a word, just took a paper from your pile of ‘work to be done’ and began doing it himself.  It wasn’t until the end of the day that you spoke to him.

“I’m y/n” You said as you sat next to him on the reading rug.  He looked to you from the book his nose was stuck in, a look of confusion on his face.

“St-Stuart” He stuttered, and you smiled big.

“Thank you for helping me on my homework” You said, sitting criss cross and fixing your skirt in your lap.

“Yeah, you looked upset and I felt bad and I don’t have friends so I thought I’d help but I didn’t wanna make you feel worse by saying anything so-”

“I’ll be your friend” You said, cutting off his quick rambling.

“Wh-what?”

“You said you didn’t have friends.  I wanna be your friend” He grinned ecstatically.

“Really?”

You and Stuart were best friends through all of your school years.  In fact, you were all the friends the other had.  Just the two of you.  Elementary school was easy, the rest of the years you had every teacher together.  But it was when sixth grade started that things changed.  Classes changed.  You couldn’t be together twenty four seven like you had grown so used to.  Although Stuart seemed to accept the challenge, and it seemed like he never left your side.  He was there for you when you had your first period in eighth grade, having no idea what he was supposed to do and bringing you a bag full of chocolate.  You were there for him when some kids were making fun of him for being a nerd.  Sure, you solved it by getting detention for beating people up, but that was besides the point.  And when your junior year of high school rolled around, you really seemed to grasp that you and Stuart could not be together like that forever.

It was late, not that it mattered.  You were sitting in your living room recliner, Stuart sprawled on the couch on his stomach.  You’d both been studying, but of course as the night when on, he gravitated more towards his phone than his textbooks.  Your need for success never died, so you were in chapter 24 on an AP Biology textbook that you’d begun this morning.

“Stew” You said quietly, closing the book and setting it onto the ground.  He looked up, adjusting his glasses and clicking off his phone.

“You okay?” He could tell by the tone of your voice that you clearly weren’t.  You thought for a moment.

“It’s junior year” You said, and he chuckled.

“Wonderful observation my dear” He said sarcastically.

“Yeah but like, then we’re gonna be seniors, and then it’s college and-”

“Okay, okay alright come here” Stuart sat up now, putting his things on your coffee table and sitting up.  “Come sit with me” He said again, and you got up just to collapse onto the sofa next to him.  “Alright, what is it that’s eating at you?” He asked as you laid your head in his lap.  It was almost routine, how he’d ask you to open up, and you’d just lay here against him, his fingers running through your hair.

“I’m scared”

“Scared of what dear?”

“Getting split up” You didn’t see his confused look.

“What makes you think we’re gonna get split up?” Stuart asked you, still petting your hair.  “College? Come on you know I’ll just trail you wherever you choose to go”

“Oh come on, and what if I pick somewhere you hate?” You said miserably and sat up, turning to bury your face in his jacket.

“y/n, y/n you’re sleep deprived that’s why you’re all wonked”

“No seriously” You whined.  “I don’t want to do that you know how bad my life’s gonna suck without you in it?” Your hands grabbed the sides of his blue hoodie, still hiding yourself.

“I’m sure you’re going to do amazing, you’re gonna make so many friends, and get- get um… get…”

“Please don’t say pregnant” Stuart choked.

“Actually I um I was gonna say a boyfriend” He mumbled reluctantly.  It was quiet for a while, and he watched as you let go of his shirt, and you laid back into his lap.  You stared up at the ceiling, hands folded over your stomach.

“A boyfriend” You repeated, your tone unreadable.

“Yeah, uh, you know, to go to Prom with maybe or something”

“I’m not going to Prom”

“And why the hell not?” Stuart sighed.  “That is the one thing that like.. Every teenage high school girl feels the primal need to do.  Sorry dear, but you y/n, are a teenage, high school, girl” You attempted a small laugh, but he just felt bad.

“Yeah, yeah I know but see then there’s society’s standards and I’d have to go with a guy and go dress shopping with all my girlfriends and be perfect and win prom queen and king and have that stereotypical slow dance where I realize I’ve been in love with him all along, we kiss, and the rest of it is how my life goes” You say with a sarcastic dismissive tone, and making Stuart chuckle.

“And how’s your life go?”

“College.  Marriage.  Job.  Kids.  Repeat” You grumble, and he smiles a little at you while you’re looking away.

“You have to go to Prom y/n”

“Oh well” You shut your eyes.  Your whole body curled up and a few minutes later, you passed out.

Stuart had shown up at your house the night of Prom.  He’d brought you a newly bought and beautiful gown, a corsage, and his own tux with a tie that matched your dress.  You’d grinned and jumped into his arms when he’d told you he was there to help you get your future the right way.


But here you were today, your mind reviewing the past nineteen years of your life.  You watched as everyone filed onto the bleachers, and you subconsciously scooted yourself closer to Stuart.  He looked at you from his phone, and easily noticed you were nervous.  Your lips was snagged in your teeth, your hands were wrung in your lap, and your foot was slightly tapping, leg bouncing a little.

“You’re fine” He said, hesitantly reaching over and setting one of his hands over both of yours.  You looked at him now too.

“What if he calls on me while I’m here? I don’t want to get called on, I hate getting called on” You told him just as someone slid into the seat next to you.

“I’d like to call you sometime” You heard an english accent say.  Stuart glared at the boy who’d spoken to you, and you flustered.  The boy flashed you a charming smile, and held out his hand.  “I’m Gharam” He said with a wink, and you shakily shook his hand.

“y/n” You responded.

“Great talking to you” Stuart spoke up, eyes still narrowed.  “Bye” He ended monotone, but the boy, Gharam, just chuckled.

“You’re new?” He asked you.

“Actually no, I’ve been here two weeks” You told him.  “Are you new?”

“I am indeed” He said.  “Internship” You nod.

“CEO’s assistant” You replied.  “Assistants actually, Stuart here works with me” You said, holding his hand now.  Stuart would’ve smiled, if this English douche bag wasn’t ruining a perfectly fine moment.

“Wow, impressive”

“Yeah, worked forever to get somewhere, and he got me here” You said, leaning onto Stuart now.  The boy with beanie knew exactly what you were doing, you were being touchy with him because you wanted Gharam gone.  But he didn’t mind.  This has happened quite a few times actually, and Stuart never cared once when you used him as a fake boyfriend.  “Isn’t that great?” You said, and Stuart wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling your body closer to his, until you were touching completely.  Stuart smirked at Gharam.

“Yeah, that’s wonderful” He said, his accent thick and monotone, as he grabbed his bag, and left.  You grinned and sighed in relief at Stuart when it was just the two of you again.  He moved to take his arm away, but your hand snatched his wrist and kept him where he was.

“Movie night?” You asked.

“No, the apartment’s still messy” He responded, and you rolled your eyes.

“It was your night to clean it, I did it last time” You whined.

“I’m sorry! We can do something else, we can… go see the Golden Gate Bridge?” A smile crept onto your face.

“Really? I haven’t seen it yet”

“Yes I know dear”

Backtrack again.  In the two weeks you’ve lived here, you’ve shared an apartment with Stuart.  No, you weren’t dating, but everyday you got ready for work together, went to work together, and came home from work together.  So your dreams together of staying with one another always, really had worked out.

“So we can go get food somewhere and bring it there… or-or something” He stumbled, and you nodded, putting your head on his shoulder.

“Sounds amazing.  You’re the best Stew” You said happily, stealing his beanie and pulling it over your own head.  Yeah, yeah that’s me, he thought to himself as he looked down at you.  The best.  Even his thoughts were snarky towards himself.

But he couldn’t help it.  He’d been practically in love with you, or so he thought, for the past six years.  Six years of you falling asleep on him, grabbing his hand, stealing his hat, using him as your boyfriend to get away from guys at the bar.  Hell he even tried to tell you about his feelings at Prom… but the time just never seemed right. You’d danced with him, and he thought that surely, that was the best thing that could ever happen to him.  But, when he found an opening in Google for an assistant, he’d gotten it for you immediately.  At first you were furious, yelling at him because the job was in California, and you lived hours away.  But then he told you he was going, so he could live with you and help you out, and you started crying.

“Oh my God, Stuart Twombly you are the single greatest person in the world!” You screamed running and throwing yourself into his arms.  Yours linked around his neck tightly as tears rolled down your cheeks.  Stuart held you tighter, swinging you around.  When you pulled back, you grinned at him and kissed his cheek sloppily, but making him blush.  “You’re amazing” You said for the fourth time since hugging.

You giggled adorably as you sipped your diet soda.  You and Stuart were sitting at an overview park by the Golden Gate Bridge.  The both of you sitting in the grass and eating while talking about anything, and everything.  When the food was long gone, you just sat side by side in the quiet.

“LA’s pretty when the sun sets” You said softly, leaning back on your hands.  Stuart nodded and hummed in agreement.  He looked over at you as you stared at the city before you.  Your features looked beautiful in the darkening light.  He smiled at this, and you glanced to him.  “Lay down with me” You said, leaning all the way back to lie on your back, and he did as told.  Again, it was silent as you lid there, waiting for the stars to appear, as Stuart continued his stare towards you.  “What’re you thinking about?” You whispered, turning your head to look at him.  Stuart smiled a small smile.

“I’m really glad I did your homework for you in the second grade” He responded, and you blushed a little, reaching to hold onto his hand, which he gladly allowed.

“Yeah, yeah me too” You replied.  “Stew I think-” You looked down, not knowing how to properly finish your sentence.  “I think that…” He raised a brow, not sure what you were trying to say.  Eventually, you sighed, and smiled at him.  “I’m really glad that you get to work with me too” His hopes fell a little, but he smiled nonetheless.  

“Me too my dear” He said, squeezing your hand.  He rolled onto his side and you stared at him, your eyes were slightly wide, full of questions and thoughts.  “You want to know something embarrassing?” Stuart asked you, taking a short leap of faith, and you smiled, an airy laugh brushing past your lips.

“Yeah of course”

“So when that loser sat next to you today-” You were already laughing at his uncaring tone.  “I was actually kinda pissed off”

“I know.  I could tell. You get those douche senses you know, where you can tell if someone’s a jerk or not” He laughed a little too, and nervously scratched at his eyebrow.

“Yeah I guess but like… he was smart” You shrugged and shook your head, giving Stuart a confused look.  He was getting all frustrated.  “And.. to most people’s standards he was like… attractive” He mumbled this time.

“Stew, are you trying to tell me you’re gay?” You giggle.

“No I’m trying to tell you that I don’t want you to get a freaking boyfriend!” You froze momentarily, unsure of what to say to that.  It was silent for a good minute, before you slowly sat up.  “Ok-okay that came out wrong” Stuart stumbled standing up, and you swayed a little nervously.

“No, no it’s okay” You assured.  “It’s fine” He gave you a weird look, and you turned away, staring at where the sun seemed to touch the water as it set.  You wrapped your arms around yourself, keeping your body warm as you thought.

“I’m sorry-”

“Really, it’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong.  Not your fault no one’s ever wanted to go out with me” You muttered the last part towards the ground.  But he heard it anyways.

“y/n that’s not true”

“Yeah well say that to my single virgin ass” You mumbled, trying to make a joke but you sounded depressed.  Stuart sighed, and walked over to you, wrapping both arms around you.  You kept your own arms around yourself as well, but leaned into him, pressed your forehead into the crook of his neck.

“I’m unlikeable”

“Not true” He responded firmly.

“Well I am” You mumbled into his shirt.

“y/n! What’s it gonna take for you to realize how amazing you are!” He yelled, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.  You shrieked and hit your hands on his back.

“Stew! Stew put me down!”

“No way! You’re too blind!”

“Stuart you’re not making any sense!”

“y/n you’re so smart! You’re working at Google for crying out loud! Harvard and Stanford would be fighting to have you on a full blown scholarship!”

“I have a job to maintain, I don’t have time for college right now” You replied, giving up on fighting him.  But he didn’t put you down.

“You take care of me, like all the time, you’re always busy but we still hang out all the time, just like you said we would” You smiled now, a hot blush creeping on your cheeks as he spoke.  “And no, I don’t know how you haven’t had a boyfriend, you’re so amazingly beautiful, you’re stunning, really, it just blows my mind that people can actually believe we’re dating- I mean like when you don’t like someone that’s hitting on you- cause that does not look right I mean you’d definitely be way out of my league-” You wiggled in his arms, sliding down to stand again, and he let you.  “What? I’m serious” He said when he saw the look on your face.  Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, your thoughts from earlier flooding back into your mind.

“Really?” You asked in a hushed tone, and Stuart swallowed thickly, accessing the situation.  You were a head shorter than him, both your hands on either of his shoulders, as though steadying yourself.  But he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah really” You smiled softly, eyes flickering between his, and you leaned up quickly, but paused, on the tips of your toes, your eyes staring at his lips, his at yours.  And in a second, you both filled the gap between you.  His lips were warm, and soft on yours.  Gentle, but moving quickly in sync with yours.  His hands came up to cup your cheeks, yours linking behind his neck.  And when you parted, both breathless, you smiled.  “Stuart I think I’m in love with you” You whispered, and you brushed back strands of your hair, smiling victoriously.

“Yeah well I know I’m in love with you” You felt yourself blush deeply, and your smile was so big you were almost embarrassed by it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked quietly.

“I dunno I didn’t wanna ruin anything?” You shook your head with a laugh, and reached up to kiss him again.

“You’re such a cliche dummy” you said, kissing him once more.

“Sorry” He hugged you tight and you buried against him.

“I forgive you” You chuckled slightly.  “But it’s still your turn to clean up the apartment”

“Damn.  To think you almost ruined the moment”


and they lived happily ever after :)
thought you guys could use something since part 13 of Like She’s Mine won’t be up till tomorrow or monday… i’m so sorry i thought posting an old draft would soften the blow.  big hearts for y’all tho

xoxo ~ jordie

Cy Twombly was born this day in 1928. His painting Leda and the Swan, inspired by the Roman myth, is on view on our 4th floor as part of From the Collection: 1960–1969.


[Cy Twombly. Leda and the Swan. Rome 1962. The Museum of Modern Art, New York. © 2016 Cy Twombly Foundation]

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Everything We’ve Been Through - Stuart Twombly [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader, OC/Reader.

Word Count: 5566

Notes: Fingering, Oral (male receiving), gets a little sad and soppy half way through but I don’t know if you have to be warned of that lmao.


Originally posted by prettiestcaptain


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