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Teach Me - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 7399

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mention of Oral (both receiving), Actual Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Hate Sex

Notes: I procrastinated a lot on this all week. So I’m sorry. But can I say I’m kind of proud about how his came out? I hope ya’ll like it. 

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The Mistake (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Wedding In Vegas”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Mason Hewitt, Cora Hale, Corey Bryant & Reader

Author’s Note: This chapter was entirely too fun to write. Probably because I was mildly drunk while doing so…. For my purposes, even though i kind of love Stalia, Stalia never happened in this AU, so Stiles lost his virginity to Lydia. *rolls eyes* whatever. Clearly still mildly drunk while writing this A.N. and am fully team StilesxReader at this point. Um, yea, this is my birthday, fake-relationship mini series present for @fillthevoid-stilinski. The fake-relationship part comes in the next part :)

Summary: Ten years later, Stiles and Y/n are twenty-six and partying in Las Vegas in a joint bachelor/bachelorette party for Scott and Allison, days before their wedding back in Beacon Hills.

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

Originally posted by hoech-bear

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Why?” Stiles answered your question with a question. ’The Master of Evasion’, you thought to yourself with an internal eye roll.

“Because that is your third whiskey neat, and we’re only on cocktails. We haven’t even done dinner and the casino yet, Sti.” You said with one eyebrow arched in amused concern.

Stiles stared down at his drink, and then looked up at you. “Have you been monitoring me, Giz?”

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technically single || stuart twombly (smut)

word count: 6278

warnings: oral (both receiving), smut, strip club, unestablished relationship

author’s note: so i was listening to the way i are by timbaland and i just felt the need to use it as some sinsipration! enjoy xo

pairing: stuart twombly / reader

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D: Dance off, Y/N. __ Y/N: Really? Then let’s dance. ________________________________

(Sorry I got carried away with the gifs. Isn’t he amazing, my smol bean)

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Always

A/N: This was requested by anon so here it is! Hope you like it! Send me more requests and prompts

Words: 1,273

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Originally posted by admireforever


You and Stiles have been dating for a good while now, two years to say the least. You’ve known him since forever, like there wasn’t a time where Stiles wasn’t in your memory. You had always had a crush on him and you found out he had crush on you as well. So, you two had started dating. But lately you were a bit worried.

Stiles had been hanging around Lydia a lot more recently and you couldn’t help but feel a twig of jealousy. Lydia and you were best friends and you knew she’d never do anything to hurt you guys’ friendship. But you couldn’t help but fill like Stiles isn’t over her. Like there was something there between them still.

What if it was just my imagination though? I could just be blinded by jealousy. But my doubting thoughts kept repeating on and on in my head, making more uneasy. Today really didn’t help, I asked Stiles for help with my homework but he ditched me to help Lydia because she found another dead body. I know that’s important and I probably sound selfish but this happened more than once. He’s done this a bunch of times and at first I thought nothing of it.

Then it happened again and again. He’d tell me he’d make it up to me later which I didn’t doubt. Yet again, I feel like I’m second choice when it comes to Lydia.

I sat in my living room, staring hard at the wall in front of me, deep in the pit of my thoughts. The little fan was spinning making it the only sound in the quiet room, casting a small wind towards me. Only one light was on, the rest of the room was dark.

I was holding my phone in my hands, having just gotten done with texting Stiles to come over. Now I was contemplating. Should I really ask Stiles if he’s still in love with his old crush? What if it wasn’t anything to worry about. That’s what Scott’s been telling me. Yes, I had told Scott about my current dilemma, him being my other best friend. He told me Stiles wouldn’t do that to me, he loves me no matter what.

I hope he’s right about that.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I turned my head to the direction of the front door, seeing a figure standing behind the curtain covered window door. I placed my phone down on the coffee table and got up, gingerly walking towards the front door.

I opened the door to find my exhausted looking boyfriend standing behind it, giving me a tired smile. “Hey, Y/N.”

I returned the smile with my own, “Hey.” He entered and gave me a peck on the forehead before heading for the living room.

I followed him in there finding him already sprawled out on the couch, just looking tired. It had been a long day for all of us. Dealing with the supernatural on a daily basis can really drain you out. I walked over towards the couch and plopped on top of him, he grunted softly but didn’t move me. I lied my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso.

He strong arms wrapped around me also, I could feel him breathing into my hair, probably taking in my scent like he always did when we cuddled like this.

We just lied there in silence for what seemed like a long while, I would’ve fallen asleep by listening to his heart beat, but my plague of doubts kept my eyes from drooping. My own heart rate picked up as I was trying to decided whether or not if I should ask him about it. He was sitting here right now with me and all I had to do was open my mouth.

“Stiles.” I spoke, trying hard to not waver my voice. He hummed in response, something he always did when he was half awake and half asleep. I sat up from his chest and looked back at him, pressing my lips into a thin line, “Do you…” I hesitated, closing my eyes for a moment, that way I wouldn’t have to look at him when I asked this, “Do you still have feelings for Lydia?”

There was silence and this is why I was glad I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to see his reaction, because I could read him well, and when I read him I might find something I don’t want to see. “Why would you ask me that?” I heard him say. I felt shifting next to me, my eyes never opening. I felt something slip under my chin and turn my head towards him, “Hey, look at me.” The way his voice was so soft made me open my eyes and meet his beautiful dark honey ones. “Why would you think that?”

I moved my chin away from his finger and look forward, elbows on my knees, “Just…lately, you’ve been around her more.” I didn’t meet his eyes as I kept them straight. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, Stiles and it’s different than the way you look at me.”

I felt his fingers intertwined with mines, giving them a soft squeeze. Our hands fitting perfectly with each other. “Y/N,” I took a risk and looked him in the eyes as he continued, “Do you know why I fell for you?”

“Enlighten me.”

His thumb rubbed small circled on my hand as he spoke, “Because you’re the one that noticed me.” My eyebrows rose but before I could say anything he continued, “You’re the one that gave me the time of day while Lydia was with her past boyfriends. You’re the first girl I ever danced with. You saved my life, multiple times, and you’ve always been this safe place.” I saw his eyes glance down at my lips before meeting my eyes again, “I love you, Y/N, and only you. Always. And that’s never going to change.”

He then dug into his pocket and took out a small object. My eyes widened once I saw it was a silver ring. I mean, we’re only eighteen. How are we supposed to…? A million thoughts rushed through my head, almost forgetting that Stiles was sitting right next to me. I pulled out of my spinning thoughts when he grabbed my hand and place the ring on my finger, “What’s it for?” I blurted, while staring at the plain silver ring.

“It’s a promise ring.” He answered, my cheeks were burning now as I looked down trying to hide it. “I’ve wanted to give that to you for a while now,” I found his eyes again, just staring into his eyes made me drown in them all the time. Because they were so beautiful. “Didn’t find the right time until now.”

I held my hand up, “What’s the promise?”

Next thing I know, his lips were on mines. Soft, gentle, and warm like always, in sync with mines. The butterflies would rekindle every time. I shivered at the break of contact, but his face was still inches from mines.

“It’s a promise that one day I’m going to marry you.” He replied huskily, “And that I’ll never make you doubt us again.”

I couldn’t help but smile, while tears glistened down my cheek. I pulled him in for another kiss which he gladly excepted. My hands cupped his cheeks, touching the roots of his hair. We broke apart, a smile still on my face, “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you more.” I smiled.

“I love you always.”

VIP Package - Drummer!Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy. 

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Soulmates

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

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pairings: Dylan O'Brien x reader, father!Dylan x baby.

A/N: just a cute, fluff thing that came to me while listening to a song. hope y'all enjoy it! also, I’d like to thank my gorgeous bee @dylan-trash-tbh for reading this for me ❤

word count: 751


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with a hint of sin || stuart twombly (smut)

word count: 8,643

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (both receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, unprotected sex

author’s note: happy stu week everyone! this is for mine and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s stuart twombly week! hope you enjoy this smut as much as i enjoyed writing it! the usual special than you to my #HERCPAL @thelittlestkitsune for helping me out with a few things! also, sorry if there is any errors, it’s past midnight and i’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.

pairing: stuart twombly / reader

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The first thing Y/N saw when she walked into the room was the living room that had come along with the big house Stuart had rented for their honeymoon, much to his wife’s surprise. The room had a large white couch right in the middle, a coffee table parallel of it, and some living room chairs on the sides. The newly married woman smiled softly as she looked around the dimly lit room, she set her heels on the floor by the door, her feet sore from being in heels for twelve hours. She could see that the house got bigger the more she ventured into it. A big kitchen was located to her left, an island in the middle with lots of counter space. On her right was a door that she assumed would be their bedroom for the three weeks they would be there.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist after the sound of their suitcases being set on the hardwood floor was heard from behind her. “What do you think?” The voice of her husband whispered into her ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine.

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His Dream

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 6886

Author’s Note: This is long and full of fluff. I really hope you guys like this. I put the Met’s game he had pitched in it, along with a tiny bit of the premiere he had the next day. I like it, a lot. Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me and giving me some ideas and @dumbass-stilinski for her Met’s knowledge and helping me with some of the names of the players! Enjoy!


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I walked out of our building’s elevator, groceries in hand as I went on the weekly shopping since Dylan eats a lot of food throughout the week. You’d think he’d be fat by now, but nope. Still skinny and I couldn’t be anymore jealous.

I attempted to unlock the door without putting the bags down. I hate having to make more work for myself as I groan, dropping the keys to the floor. As I was about to bend down and attempt to pick them up, the door opened, Dylan standing on the other side of it. 

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The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 35) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Lamassu”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski & Reader/OFC

Warnings: SMUT. smutsmutsmutsmutsmutsmutsmutsmut. dom!Stiles, face sitting, cursing, dirty talk. this chapter is the shit.

Summary: Stiles and Y/n have some morning fun, get an important email, and have a run in with the rabisu.

Chapter Thirty-Four - Chapter Thirty-Five - Chapter Thirty-Six

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Stiles glanced at the clock on the bookshelf in the living room. 8:38AM. His dad had already quietly snuck out of the house to head to work, leaving you and Stiles alone for the rest of the day. He glanced over at his sleeping girlfriend, curled up into a ball under the sheets. You hadn’t been back to the Argent’s place in days and had finally run out of clean clothes. Swearing you would do laundry for the both of you the next day, you pulled a pair of Stiles’ old boxers out of his dresser and put them on to sleep in. His heart skipped a beat as he sat on his bed and watched you pull his boxers up over your ass. The sight of you wearing his clothes was so sexy to him.

Stiles winced as he adjusted his body to lay on his side. It had been almost three weeks since he was released from the hospital, and he was healing well, but certain actions still caused him a great deal of discomfort. He stared at the blue and orange cast on his left hand and frowned. He was going back to the doctor in three days for his next check up and to get the stitches taken out of his wound on his abdomen and his side, over where his liver is. He hoped that Doctor Dunbar would be pleased with his progression in walking and would take the stitches out of his shin as well. Most of all, he hoped that he would be cleared for sex.

He stared down at the breathtakingly beautiful girl that he was madly in love with laying next to him and felt nothing but frustration. He didn’t think he would see you for months that summer, but instead you had slept next to him every night for almost a month, yet he hadn’t been inside of you for almost that entire time. He was desperate for the feeling of being with you.

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Oceans - Stuart Twombly

inspired by the song Oceans by Seafret
word count: 4614

The scene was picture perfect.  Bright smiles, twinkling eyes, the fairy lights hung around the outside of the cafe illuminating the dark night.  Every time I looked at the picture, I could feel my heart beating in my chest.  My friends, all sitting around this horrible metal table.  Arms loosely wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed together, peace signs, a typical picture of a bunch of goony young adults.

The rose gold frame sat on my desk, catching my eye every time I typed away on my laptop, or watched Netflix, or worked on a new project Google handed to me.  I’d look at it for a few moments, it was never just a glance.  It probably took a good chunk of my day actually.  I’d stare at it, eyes flickering to every little detail.  The whiteness of Neha’s teeth, Lyle’s glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose, one of Billy’s eyes was half closed, my hair was messy, spilling over my shoulders from under Stuart’s beanie.  My gaze would linger there, and if I was feeling peculiarly nostalgic or depressed, I’d gently caress the glass protecting the photo with my fingers, then go back to my work like nothing had happened.  Oh the vicious cycle of depression.

Today was the day where I got up early, ready for whatever my job would bring me.  Some days were harder than others, but never usually too difficult.  Though every night I walked back into my apartment with heavy feet.  But that had nothing to do with the difficulty of work.  No that was just plain anxiety and stress.

See, it used to be incredible.  Working on the greatest team of delinquents, that had quickly become my closest friends.  Winning the intern competition last year was probably one of the greatest moments in my life, that I’d remember forever.  Us dorks felt like we were on top of the world.  We’d even gone out for celebratory pizza afterwards.  That’s when things started happening.  That’s when I grew closer to Stuart Twombly.


The irritating and sarcastic boy that couldn’t handle being away from his phone, had seemed to transform into a completely new person in a matter of forty five minutes.  I hadn’t spoken much with him, in fact we’d never even been alone together or held a solid conversation without the rest of the team being there.  So when he’d sat in the same booth with me, I was slightly confused.  Neha had quickly slid in across from me, which I silently thanked her for, seeing she was the closest person I had on the team.  Lyle was on the other side of Stuart, fitting three of us into one booth (which left absolutely no space between our legs) and Billy and Nick and Yo-Yo were squashed in with Neha.

The night was fun though, we’d ordered many pizzas, and stayed until closing.  We joked around, made fun of Gharam, and his relentless act towards asking me out. 

“I mean, how many times did he try?” Nick snickered.  I blushed and looked down at my lap. 

“Seriously, the creep should’ve left you alone after the sixtieth decline” Lyle said, an awkward laugh following.  “How about a date with a real man?” My eyes widened slightly as I tried to see of he was being serious or not.  I couldn’t really tell.

“Come on man, Gharam just started leaving her alone give her the space to breathe” Stuart spoke before I could say anything at all.  I looked up at him for a moment, just as everyone began laughing again.  But he somewhat ignored my glance, pretending to be interested in whatever Billy was saying.  When I realized he wasn’t going to look back at me, I turned away and picked at my meal.

We’d stayed for another few hours that night, until a waitress came over and told us that she couldn’t let us stay any longer.

Her eyes were bored, dull as she looked over our table.  I’d figured we’d annoyed her.  We weren’t exactly a quiet group.  But they landed on Stuart, to which she’d grinned mischievously, and her blue eyes lit up with what I could only describe as desire.  Though the look didn’t bother me, it did confuse me greatly.

“Alright, we’ll be on our way” Nick had said, and everyone began sliding out of the booths.  Stuart stood, and our waitress opened her mouth to speak, but he turned away from her, smiling softly towards me as I scooted out of the seat.  Stuart held his hand down to me, and it landed on the small of my back as I stood.  It stayed there as I walked with him to the front door of the restaurant.

Again, confusing me greatly.

But as soon as we were out of the view I looked wildly up to him, my eyes wide and brows furrowed with confusion and question.  But he shook his head, just barely, but enough for me to close my mouth before any questions could be asked.  The others had caught up to where we were waiting and we all left.

We walked up to the Golden Gate Bridge, as we’d done a few times before to go relax.  I’d been there countless times, (I lived in San Francisco) but every time I went it was still just as breathtaking.  The group of us laid down in the grass, enjoying the view of the night sky.

“Does anyone know any constellations?” Yo-Yo asked, a few feet away from me. 

“Yeah I do” I said, already searching the sky for familiar ones.  “There’s Orion” I said, pointing up to where I recognized his belt.  “That’s Delphinus, Taurus, Pavo” I looked for more, licking my lips as I tried to remember them all.  “I think.. Yeah thats Scorpius, and that’s-”

“How do you remember these all?” Stuart asked from right next to me.  I turned my head, meeting his whiskey brown eyes.  I blinked for a moment, then chewed on my lip.

“I uh… I minored in astrology for two years” I murmured.  I didn’t mean to be quiet, my voice just sorta failed me.  Stuart smiled at me, eyes flickering between mine and making my breathing shallow before he looked back up at the stars.  I continued to stare at him for a moment, how freckles scattered over his jaw, and long strands of chocolate brown hair poked out from under his beanie, slightly over his ear.  When I felt I’d stared for too long, I blushed and quickly looked away.

I think I was growing very fond of this Twombly boy.

When it became so late, the sun began to poke up, I was nudged.  Apparently that night I’d fallen asleep in the grass.  

My eyes fluttered open to see Stuart and Neha hovering over me.  I waved them off and closed my eyes again, turning on my side.

“Come on y/n” Stuart sighed, and a few seconds later I felt strong arms pull me up.  I yelped, jolting and opening my eyes quickly, only to hear his chuckle.  “You’re fine, just go to sleep” Again, I’d found myself confusedly staring at him.  But he didn’t see.  He was talking quietly with Billy and Nick.  This time I fell back asleep. 

When I woke up again, I was being shook gently.  I yawned, eyes landing on Stuart.

“Wha-where am I-”

“Calm own would you? Don’t you trust me?” I thought for a moment, opening and closing my lips.  That was when I registered I was sitting in a taxi cab, and my head had been laying on his shoulder, cushioned by his beanie.  Which still sat there.

“S-sorry did I fall asleep o-on you?” He chuckled and shrugged.

“Your fine.  This is your complex right?” He asked, pointing up at the building lot we just pulled into.  I nodded.  “Good, that’s what Neha told me” He said.  I straightened up, cracking my back as the driver parked.  Stuart opened the door, stepping out and holding his hand out to me.  My eyes locked on his for a long moment, before slipping my palm into his and letting him help me out of the car.

In fact, he’d walked me inside, and into the elevator to the third floor, down the hall to my room as I’d directed.  I stuffed my hand into my pocket, grabbing my key and unlocking the door.  When I stepped inside, I realized our hands were still conjoined.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked, not wanting to let go for an unknown reason.

“U-uhm sure” Stuart nodded, and I gestured my head for him to come inside.  I released his hand, kicking off my shoes and padding my bare feet into the kitchen, and searching in the fridge for a beer.  “I-I’ve never been here before” Stuart spoke, looking around.  It was a pretty open apartment, the kitchen and living room practically conjoined.  Only two doors, one leading to the bathroom, and one to my bedroom.

“No one has, really” I said, plopping two glasses onto the countertop, then searching for a bottle opener.

“Seriously?” Stuart walked over to me, standing on the other side of the counter.  I nodded, going through drawers until I finally found it.  I easily popped off the caps of the two glasses, and slid one over to him.  He took it happily and I picked up mine. 

“No, I don’t have company over for anything” I said with a shrug, heading to the living room.

“Not even Neha?” 

“Not a single person” I said, plopping onto the couch.  Stuart sat next to me, turning sideways to face me.  “To you Stuart Twombly” I said, raising my glass.  “For being my first guest” He rose his glass, to clink with mine.

We must’ve sat there for an hour, drinking until I was out of beer, and glasses of empty alcohol bottles were all over my coffee table.  Not necessarily to get drunk, but we were having too good of a time.  It was as though if we’d stopped, then the night would be over.  We were enjoying ourselves so much, talking and laughing about little things.  To think, the day before, that the only thing  could tell you about Stuart Twombly, was his name, and he had an obsession with beanies and his phone. 

“Okay okay okay…” I giggled and slurred drunkenly.  “I’ll pick… truth” I said with a big smile.  He was pensive for a moment, then grinned when he came up with an idea.

“Why’d you move here when you were so young?” 

“I wasn’t that young.  I was nineteen” I started, taking a swig of my beer.  “My hometown sucked.  I was bad at making friends so I didn’t have any, my parents… I didn’t have daddy and mommy issues by any means… but I needed a change” He nodded, content with my answer and took a drink.  “Now, truth or dare?” 

“Dare” He replied and I clapped my hands. 

“I dare you to do a handstand!” I squealed, and he eagerly jumped off of the couch, then awkwardly laid his upper back and neck on the floor, propping his legs up, then laying his hands flat on the ground.  He was able to hold himself up for a few seconds, but toppled over in a fit of laughter right afterwards. 

“I almost did it” He slurred, still chuckling as he sat back up on the sofa across from me.  We clinked glasses. 

“Oh so close” I said with a giggle before drinking.

“Alright y/n, truth or dare?” Stuart asked, and I thought while he took a long drink. 

“Okay… I’ll do a dare” I gave in, to his surprise.  I had been dodging that choice the past fifteen minutes we’ve been playing.  “Give me a good one though, not some lame ass prank call, you can do better than-” 

“I dare you to kiss me” He said, in the softest voice I’d heard all night.  My rambling was cut short, and I felt for a moment like I’d completely sobered up.  I was staring straight into his honey eyes.  I licked my lips hesitantly, then slid forward on the couch.  I set my beer on the table, as did he.  The entire environment of the room changed, and I realized my eyes had lingered on his lips for too long.  I sure had a problem with staring at this boy.  I looked up into his eyes for a moment, before closing mine and leaning in.

Our lips touched in a gentle kiss, my hands sliding up to frame around his face, pulling him ever so slightly closer.  Stuart’s arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me further against him on the couch, until our chests were pressed together.  I sucked in deep through my nose before we parted.  His eyes stared into mine, and neither of us moved.  Just our chests as we breathed deeply. 

“Th-that was my first kiss” I told him softly between quiet pants.  His brows knit together, confused. 

“What? H-how?” I blinked a few times, unsure of how to answer.  Maybe because I’d never had a boyfriend? But I wasn’t about to admit that now.  Stuart released my waist, a hand raising to tangle his fingers slightly into a strand of my hair. “Can you promise me something, y/n?” He asked in a murmur.  I nodded as he intricately placed the hair behind my ear.  “Promise me you won’t forget how beautiful you are” He said quietly.  I nodded my head after a moment.

“I promise” I answered, cheeks pink in a blush.  Stuart smiled a small but genuine smile, and pulled away from me.

We sat back on our respective sides of the couch, and continued our game. 

I thought for a moment as I remembered that night.  We were so carefree, and maybe it was the alcohol, but maybe it was just how we were in general.  Maybe we were just two young adults, enjoying our Friday night, getting to know each other.  Or maybe it was what I had thought.  Maybe we were falling in love.

Two weeks later, and Stuart and I were still complaining about our killer hangovers from our long night of drinking and talking.  I’d woken up the next morning on the couch, my head in his lap, cradling an arm that didn’t belong to me.  He was sat upright, his head hanging off the top of the couch and groaning about a headache.  I’d remembered the events from the night before, and somehow managed to get up to retrieve aspirin. 

Stuart and I became close friends.  Very close in fact.  The kind people constantly think are dating, not that I minded.  I wasn’t sure if he did.  I wasn’t even sure if he remembered what had all taken place that night, but I didn’t push the subject.  We became the kind of friends who walk around holding hands, or hug, share food and drink, kiss on the cheek here and there- hell even I would think we were dating.  (i wish).

We were sitting in my apartment, the night after our photo was taken at the cafe, his infamous beanie resting on my head.  In fact, I was wearing it as of this moment.  The both of us were sat on the sofa, watching tv.  He was scrolling through his phone while I laid across his lap, my head on the armrest of the couch. 

“Hey Stew” I said softly, not sure if I really wanted to ask the question I’d been hung up on for the past days.

“Mhm?” He dropped a hand to my arm to show he was paying attention, seeing that his eyes were glued to his phone. 

“Do you remember the night you came over?” 

“Mhm, worst hangover of my life” He snorted, glancing to me for a short moment.  “Why? Wanna get drunk?”

“No, no Stew it’s important” I said as seriously as I could, but my voice was still quiet.  His brows furrowed as he turned off his phone and looked at me. 

“Alright” He said, meeting my eyes.  “What’s going on in that messy head of yours?”

“Do you remember anything besides the hangover?” I asked, finding it difficult to hold his gaze.  “At all?” I asked when he didn’t answer. 

“Hold on I’m trying to think… I drank a lot that night” His eyes were squinted, and my heart managed to sink and beat faster at the same time.  “I… we played truth or dare…” He started slowly and I nodded eagerly. 

“Yeah yeah we did”

“And.. and I did a handstand?” I chuckled quietly and nodded again.  “And… and you told me ab-”

“You asked me to kiss you” Stuart’s brows raised.

“Well that would’ve been something to remember” Normally I would have laughed. 

“But-but you don’t?” Stuart shook his head.

“No… why was I bad?” He chuckled awkwardly to himself.  I pushed myself up, and crawled off of his lap.  “Why- are you alright?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d made things awkward for you that night” I just shook my head repeatedly, staring down at my lap, where my hands were wringing together.  “Hey is there.. Is there something else going on?” Stuart asked, turning to face me but I shook my head again.  “y/n/n don’t lie” He put one of his hands on mine.  “y/n” He said more sternly.  I hesitantly turned my head meeting his eyes and I felt my foot tap quickly on the ground.

“Sorry, sorry no I don’t know what- I don’t know what got into me” He frowned, but eventually got up and stretched a little.

“I’m gonna get a drink” He said, walking over to the kitchen.  I watched as he opened the fridge, and surprised me by pulling out a pop can. 

“No beer?” He shook his head.

That was the last time Stuart and I talked to each other.  Three months passed, and he hasn’t bothered to talk to me whatsoever.  I can’t really tell why, I don’t remember having done anything that would’ve driven him away.  The rest of that night I hadn’t mentioned the kiss, and it’s not like I admitted to him that I was in love with him.  At first, it just really pissed me off, but now I just keep more to myself than before, and tried to ignore him at all costs. 

No, that does not mean I’m happy.  In fact, I’m beyond miserable.  I don’t remember the last time I’d spoken to any of them, I’d hardly spoken at work at all.  Just on the phone when a customer or my boss called.  I’m not sure when Neha and I’s friendship ceased, somewhere along the line we just stopped talking.  Sometimes she sits at my small table in the cafe for lunch, but we still don’t converse.  Just sit there silently.

I walked in this morning, not anywhere near as dressed up as I used to get for work.  I was in jeans, old and worn biker boots, and a tee shirt.  My hair was in a ratty and messy bun, I don’t think I brushed my hair at all this morning.  In fact, I don’t even remember walking to the building (I lived just two blocks away) but I can’t tell you remembering the scenery or people I passed.  I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat down at my desk.  My elbows propped up onto the desk as I dragged the skin around the edges of my eyes, hoping to rub the sleep out of them.  It wasn’t working.  A small groan left my lips as I turned on my computer and began to sign in. 

“Good morning y/n” I jumped slightly, dropping my computer mouse onto the floor by my foot.  “Oh I’m sorr-” 

“It’s okay Lyle” I mumbled.  “What did you want?” He seemed to swallow thickly, and readjusted the glasses on his nose.  It made me think of the way Stuart used to always crinkle his nose before pushing his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.

“Well uh, I’ve actually noticed your lack of interaction with the rest of the team, are you alr-” 

“I’m fine, is here something important?” I snapped a little, but didn’t raise my voice.  I didn’t want the others to notice my ‘coming out of the shell I’d been hiding in’ moment. 

“Actually yes… someone from Communications is here to speak to you about your performance” I nodded my head.

“Well where are they?”

“At the door actually” I turned, and just as I did, Gharam walks over and stands himself next to Lyle, in front of me.  I stared with wide eyes up at him, having heard many stories from Neha and Stuart about Gharam and his… foolish charms.  “You look surprised darling” He spoke in an English accent, but something was off about it.

“I am, I wasn’t informed of any meeting, until here you are now” I straightened up, seeing that he was trying to intimidate me by leaning over, eyes downcast towards me.  I pulled a slight smirk on, just small enough to be noticeable but not questionable.  He only reciprocated it.

“Well love, I have an important question for you” You nodded, prompting him to continue.  “Attention! Low life Google team!” Gharam held his hands out, earning the attention of Neha, Billy, Nick, Yo Yo, and Stuart, who watched me intently.  But I looked back to Gharam.

“What’s this all abou-”

“Your very own lovely y/n here,has been given the opportunity of a promotion!” Besides Graham’s clapping, the room was silent.  I continued to stare at the englishman.  “What? No applause for this stunning creature?” I wanted to be flattered by his strange way of flirting, but instead I felt like regurgitating.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stuart walking out of the room, shaking his head.  It would’ve broken my heart, if it wasn’t already shattered

“Why do I get a promotion?” I asked quietly, and Gharam grinned widely down towards me.

“Because you, my dear, would be a lovely head of the Communications department” My eyes widened like a cartoon, and my voice caught in my throat.  How? My work has been average.

“I-I think you’re at the wrong-”

“Oh don’t be so modest, we can discuss the paperwork over dinner” Gharam smirked and winked, and I took a step away from him, huffing angrily.

“But I like working here!” I stated loudly, and angrily.  My hands were in fists by my sides.  “I like my group, I like my job I like my payroll, I don’t want a promotion” The man laughed loudly, holding his hands over his stomach like it was the most comical thing he’d ever heard anyone say.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling” He said, reaching a finger to swipe his thumb over my cheek.  I smacked his hand away with a slap that seemed to silence the room even more.  I didn’t notice that this was when Stuart came back into the room, I was too focused on the man in front of me.

“I’m not taking a job just so you can go out with me” I snapped at him, and moved to walk back towards my work space, but he followed me quickly.

“Problem? Gharam?” I spun back on my heel in shock of the voice I hadn’t heard in what felt like years.  Stuart Twombly was standing in front of me, his back towards me and Gharam trying to tower over him.  In seconds I watched as Gharam backed away, shaking his head and standing silently frozen.  “Come on y/n” Before I could say anything, Stuart took my hand pulled me with him out the door of our large office flat.  I walked quietly beside him, my hand still stuck in his as he led me through the hallways.  I looked over at him, but he kept his focus on his walking.  Dead ahead.  He was on a mission it seemed.

“Stuart?” I spoke, my voice practically a mumble as we neared the exit of the building. 

“Where have you been?” He asked as he pushed open the doors, with me still following right next to him.  It was the first time his hand released mine.

“I haven’t been anywhere” I muttered, my eyes narrowing slightly at his apparent anger.  “What, you’re mad at me because I haven’t been around?” He ducked his head down, instantly realizing his mistake.  “Wow.  Wow Stuart” I laughed bitterly, a passive aggressive grin on my face as I looked up.  My palm pressed to my forehead as I calmed down my laughter.  “If you don’t mind, I have work to get to” I said, turning to go back inside. 

“N-no don’t leave” He quickly ran in front of me, hands out and a pleading expression on his face.  “Please don’t just go” 

“And why the hell not?”

“Because I miss you y/n!” He yelled exasperatedly, and my mouth hung open in shock.  “I really fucking miss you” His voice softened, and I blinked, licking my lips before closing my mouth. 

“I missed you too” I said weakly. 

“And I do remember that night, I remember it vividly, every goddamn second of it” I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes off of him. 

“Y-you did? Then why did you-”

“Cause I didn’t want to say the wrong thing… guess I did anyways” I frowned slightly, stepping a little closer to him. 

“What did you think that you were going to say that would make me upset?”

“Upset’s not really the word… more like.. More like distant.  I thought you’d be distant and I didn’t want to lose you or anyth-”

“What were you going to say?” I cut off his ramblings, stepping closer again, if I took one more step, then our noses would ‘bump together. 

“I was going to tell you that..” He trailed off for a moment, looking down at his feet.  “That um.. That I…” My eyebrows raised in anticipation.  “y/n I really like you, I don’t know how you did it but you got me to fall for you in a matter of one night and I swear it wasn’t cause we were both drunk off our ass it was because you’re the first person I’ve ever met that’s… that’s real you felt real to me and I- I wanted to tell you that and I almost did but I didn’t want to mess things up-”

“You would’ve messed everything up” I told him. 

“I know” He said quietly.

“Absolutely everything, you would’ve ruined everything” I heard him sniffle, and he still stared down at his feet.  I chuckled quietly, and curled my fingers under his jaw, bringing his face up to look at me, even though he was practically above me.  “But it would’ve been in the best way possible” I told him solemnly.  I watched his eyes light up, and I smiled softly.  Next thing I knew he leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against mine.

“I’m sorry” He mumbled between sweet kisses.  “I shouldn’t have lied around it I should’ve just told you” I opened my eyes as his arms wrapped around my back, tugging me against him in a tight hug.  I smiled, arms winding around his neck and holding myself there against him.

“Try not to ‘forget’ that kiss, okay?” Stuart chuckled against me.

“I’m not sure how I could”


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Anniversary [ Stiles Stilinski]

Author: @werewolfmutant

A/N: Yay! I got it done! Okay, don’t know if this is good or not but I still hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think when your done!! :) :)

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It had been weeks since I had seen my boyfriend Stiles Stilinski. He hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts and every time I ask Scott where he’s at, Kira interrupts and takes him away before I could even ask. I didn’t know why everyone was acting so weird or why Stiles had just vanished, and it was bothering the heck out of me.

I back to my house to find my Mom and Dad weren’t there which left me alone for awhile. I went upstairs to my room where all my boxes were packed. I wanted to surprise Stiles on our anniversary that was coming in a couple of days, I was going to be moving into an apartment near his college and surprise him at the university.

I just hope he’ll like it.

Originally, I was going to go back to campus, but I found another school in the same state he was in and an interview was waiting for me there.

I still needed a pickup truck to get all my things but I was mostly ready. I felt my phone vibrate in my pants pocket, taking it out, I saw that Lydia had texted me, telling me to come over and help her chose and outfit for our anniversary party she was throwing. One that I told her wasn’t a big deal.

I texted back, telling her I’m on my way and was already half way out the door. I got to my car and peeled out of the driveway in seconds heading in the direction of the Martin residence.

I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, hoping for a text or something from Stiles, but my lock screen was empty. It made my stomach turn, thinking the worse. What if he got kidnapped? Or what if he’s mad at me for something. Whatever was going on with Stiles and me not knowing did not sit right with me.

I finally got to Lydia’s house, parking the car on the side like I always do when I came over. I got out of the car, shutting and locking the door in the process. Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention, something definitely familiar.

Roscoe.

Why was Stiles’ Jeep here? I stared at the vehicle for a moment, pondering this question for a moment, unwanted theories piling into my head. I shook it, “No, Stiles wouldn’t cheat on me.” I kept telling myself, like a chant.

I approached the front steps, taking out the key Lydia had given me to the house when we were in high school. I entered the house, calling out, “Hello?”

There was no response.

I looked in the living room to find it empty, then the dining room, and then the kitchen. No one was there. All that was left was the bedrooms. I went up the stairs timidly, like I was nervous. I don’t know why I was, I shouldn’t be nervous. It’s Lydia’s house. I’ve been here countless times, why the heck am I nervous?

I finally got to the top of the second floor and went towards the direction of Lydia’s room, but stopped once I heard voices.. Lydia’s and one all too familiar.

Stiles.

“Go on.” I heard Lydia speak first.

I crept closer to the ajar door, their voices sounded more clearer. Stiles was the one talking.

“I don’t know how to say this.” I heard him clear his throat and continue, “Ever since I first saw you, I instantly fell in love with you. Frankly, I don’t deserve you. And yet your still here.” I stood frozen in place, my mouth agape, my throat dry, and I allowed my ears to listen to the rest, “I love you, I always have. And I always will. For the rest of my life.”

I had only let one tear escape from my eye, not allowing anymore to fall. I backed away and bolted down the stairs and darted towards the door, slamming it close. I rushed towards my car, got in, and drove away, not daring to look back

Why hadn’t I just stayed out of the way? Of course it was always Lydia, Stiles crush since the 6th grade, I had always been the best friend, always there to support him. Then I just had to fall in love. I just had to get in the way.

When I got home, I broke down. I sat on my bed for almost two hours, crying my eyes out for someone I didn’t deserve in the first place. Why did I fall for my best friend?

By hour four, my eyes were dry, having cried out all of my tears, I felt numb. During the last hour I had to think and clear my mind, try to get this all in place. For awhile I sat silently, eyes focused on my hands. I haven’t moved an inch since I had came back, not one.

I ignored my phone that had vibrated for the thousandth time, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment.

Well, life’s a bitch isn’t it?

I heard my doorbell ring from downstairs, already knowing who it was, hesitantly, I got up and went downstairs to get the door. Or what awaits behind it, I approached the front door, already seeing his familiar figure through the glass window of the door.

My hand stopped short, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out.
Let’s get this over with. I opened the door, finding Stiles standing there on my porch, giving me one of his cute smiles that always made me melt. “Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?” He asked.

I hesitated to answer, trying so hard not to glare at him. “No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

Stiles sighed out through his nose, “Look, I know I’ve been avoiding you lately and I’m sorry, but babe I need to tell you something.”

I shook my head, “No, Stiles.” I cursed myself for my voice wavering, “You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just step out of the way.”

“What do you mean?” He asked with a confused look.

“You can have her.” I shrugged, “It’s what you wanted in the beginning, Lydia has always been your first choice, and I was blocking you from her.” I tried to keep the tears at bay but it wasn’t agreeing with me. And I thought my tears were all dried out, “You love her, I can tell when I heard you confess your love to her, Stiles.”

Realization dawned on his face and he quickly spoke, “No, Y/N, just listen–”

“I’ve heard enough for today. I’m done.” Another year escaped my lips. “We both know it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true.” Stiles didn’t even say anything, he just looked at me, his eyes filled with guilt because he knew what I was saying was true. “And I was going to move in with you.” I mumbled looking down to my feet as more tears fell.

“Y/N I–”

“I’m done Stiles.” I stepped back, placing a hand on the door, “I’m done.” It felt like I was convincing myself more than him.

The door closed and the last thing I saw on his face, were tears.

The Internship

Summary: You’ve been applying to anything and everything for months. You just needed a job to get by while you finished your degree. So when an internship is offered to you, you don’t think twice before accepting. But something seems off about this place. Set during CA:TWS.

A/N: What was a stupid idea for @imhereforbvcky‘s character storyline has now become a 1.5k word one shot. I need some self control.

Warnings: Language. Dumb shit.

Words: 1462

It was still unbelievable that you’d managed to land the job. You had been applying to countless jobs, far past the stage of being picky. Nothing is ‘beneath you’ when you’ve been living on ramen for months. You needed the money and with the end of your third year fast approaching, you figured you needed some sort of work experience under your belt. You were desperate. So when an internship popped up, you were fast to accept it.

But you had to admit, things were strange. Everything seemed kinda sketchy. It was your job to fetch coffees, make photocopies and man the shredder. But since when did interns get their own little office? But you weren’t going to complain.

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I Need You

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2796

Author’s Note: So, I saw gifs of Stiles crying and decided to break everyone’s heart, whoops. It’s a cute ending tho, so yeah! I literally wrote this last night and I’m like wow. Also, thanks to one of my bbys @dumbass-stilinski for proofreading this for me!


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I laid on my bed, scrolling through my photo album, looking at the many pictures that Stiles and I had taken, smiling lovingly at my phone, my heart swelling. Mieczysław Stilinski has been my boyfriend for about a year and a half, ever since the party Lydia had where she poisoned all of us with wolfsbane to resurrect Peter, Derek’s insane uncle. Stiles is the most loving boyfriend I’ve had and I can honestly see myself marrying him, if he’d ever want to. We have been through everything together, but lately, he’s been a little distant and I have absolutely no idea why and I want to help him, but he keeps brushing me off. My phone began to ring, Lydia’s name popping up on my screen as I sighed, answering it.

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The Recruit (Chapter 30) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 106, Part II”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Aiden Breen, Ghost & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Graphic depictions of torture, major character deaths (yes death is plural) andddd idk, just violence and cursing?

Author’s Note: Weirdly enough, this was one of the funnest chapters to write. I love showing the truly cold and clinical and twisted assassin side of the reader. Also, I know I’ve said this before but, in the original form of this story, it is Mitch x OFC, and the original female character’s name is Willa, thus the ‘Willowtree’ nicknames. (and you guys thought those were for nothing…)

Summary: Time is running out when Y/n finally comes face to face with Ghost and learns a shocking truth.

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Chapter Thirty - Chapter Thirty-One

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It was dark out, well before the sun was meant to rise, but you could see clearly enough. You glanced behind you as you and Aiden ran down the alley behind the hotel, that was supposed to serve as the team’s safe house in Rome. Ghost had very likely always known exactly where you all were, and he had come to collect the other half of the team. You heard a few more shots ring out, echoing against the bricks of the buildings on either side of you, and you ducked behind a large dumpster, your Glock trained between your legs, pointed at the ground, as you squatted next to some large bags of trash. You peeked back around the side, and saw Aiden laying face down on the uneven concrete. 

Your stomach jumped up into your throat as you realized that he was no longer moving. You and Aiden had come to odds at certain points in this specific mission, but you had known him for years, and he was your friend, and now he was most likely dead. The man ran past you with his gun drawn, not realizing you had ducked out of the way when Aiden went down. He circled back around when he figured he had lost you, but you were waiting. You jumped out from behind the dumpster as he leisurely walked past, and hit him on the side of the head, with considerable force, with the butt of your Glock, rendering Ghost’s underling unconscious.

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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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Target Acquired | Prologue |

Author: @werewolfmutant 

Words: 130

Author’s Note: Surprise!!! This literally just came to me today. I hope you guys like this. 


The end of the gun pointed right between his eyes, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. Mitch stared into Y/N’s blank eyes and he knew right then and there, she was going to kill him. The one he trusted, the one he’d been protecting, and the one he loved.

Mitch had his hands up, speaking cautiously, “Y/N, listen to me, you don’t want to do this.” She didn’t even blink or move the gun, it was like she was frozen in place. “Y/N, put the gun down.” Mitch told her. “Don’t do this.”

“Agent Y/L, do you have eyes on Rapp?” Mitch heard from the earpiece in Y/N’s ear.

“Y/N,” Mitch spoke again.

“Target Acquired.” She finally spoke with a raspy voice.

BANG

Do you ever wonder if Tyler Posey or Dylan O'Brien get on Tumblr and read their fanfiction?

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The Gun Range

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3863

Author’s Note: My friend Sam had given me this idea and I absolutely loved it, so I wrote it. This is like so cute and I’m so in love with it and I hope you guys end up loving it as well! She ( @lovelydob ) had also proofread this for me as well!



I grabbed my laundry basket, phone in hand as I walked into the laundry room. I placed my phone on the dryer, glancing over at it as I waited for Dylan to call me. I opened the washing machine lid, throwing my clothes into it after I had put my detergent into it. I set the basket on the dryer, picking my phone up before heading into the kitchen.

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