I have this intense need to straddle Dylan - an aesthetic

Oh god here I go again

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

Look at him. Just sitting there.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

I just wanna get on top of him

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rub those shoulders. Run my hands down his chest.

Originally posted by suecollins

Comb my fingers through that hair

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Jump over that stick shift

Originally posted by alberto-rosende

And just

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Fucking

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Straddle Him

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No problem


*BONUS*

Just wanna climb on top of him and cheer this sweetiepie up

Writing Prompt #20

Person A was bet that they couldn’t watch all the seasons in a show in a week. Challenge accepted.

Person B helps with Pizza and forced hygiene.

I want Jackson to be confused as hell this season, okay? I don’t even care about action just give me 45 minutes Jackson ranting at everyone and asking questions.

#McCall how the hell did you became an alpha? #Stilinski’s jeep is still working? #who is this hot girl?… What do you mean Stiles’ ex? # Wait you are dating ex of your bff? That’s bro code validation right there #who is this Liam kid and why is he here? #Why is everyone so happy to see Derek, it’s not like he letf-WAIT, Hale you left those idiots alone?! To protect the city?! And why aren’t you alpha anymore?! #what do you mean Stiles was possessed? #Okay so Liam is like little Scott and the other one is like little Stiles because he is useless gay human being surrounded by supernatural? #‘Stiles is not gay’ ha, that’s the best joke I heard in ages #wait, what do you mean it’s true? And he is dating… Lydia? Who came up with that?! #btw, anyone seen Issac? Wanted to ask him if he came out already #Why isn’t Derek Alpha anymore? #And why evil guy who controlled me is not dying?! Da fak Gerard, just die already, nobody wants you here! #so, Scott, your mama and Allison’s dad are dating? Well that would be awkward if you guys were still together… why are you staring at me like that? # Wait… What? #DEAD? ERICA, AIDEN AND BOYD TOO? HOW MAMY FUCKING PEOPLE DIED HERE?! #AND WHY NOONE TELLS ME STUFF?! YOU KNOW THAT PHONES ARE A THING RIGHT? #FUCK OFF GREENBERG, NOT NOW! #YOU COULD CALL AND ASK FOR HELP AND NOONE WOULD DIE! #AND WHO IS THIS ANOTHER FUCKING KID!? HOW MANY OF THEM YOU ADOPTED?!

This always makes me tear up.

Stiles and Lydia awkwardly sit at a coffee shop in Beacon Hills the day after the pack’s big win. 

“So,” They both start and then Stiles laughs, clearly uncomfortable, “You go first.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Lydia says, slowly and deliberately, “And I think that this, us, just isn’t working.”

Stiles lets out a sigh, “Oh, thank god.”

“You feel it too?” Lydia asks, letting out a breath and relaxing into her chair.

“It’s like kissing my sister,” Stiles says, “No offense.”

“None taken, I completely agree,” Lydia takes a sip of her coffee, “Plus, after seeing you with Derek. Well, it’s just a little obvious that you’re more into him than you were ever into me.”

“I, what? I’m not into Derek! You’re into Parrish!” Stiles word vomits, then lets his head thunk onto the table, “Is it really that obvious?”

“I think the only person who doesn’t see it is Derek,” Lydia smiles, “And I’m not into Parrish, I’m into the idea of getting the hell away from Beacon Hills and finally going to MIT.”

“Good, you deserve better than this shit town,” Stiles says, “We both do.”

“You deserve someone who makes you smile.”

“Look, Lyd, we both know I don’t have a chance in hell with Derek Hale,” Stiles runs his fingers through his hair, “He’s so out of my league I think we’re playing different sports.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Lydia tells him, standing up, “And maybe ask him how he feels about all of it.”

“Yeah, right, I’m just going to walk up to Derek and tell him I find his asshole tendencies charming and that I want to kiss his stupid face,” Stiles says and then stops when he sees the look on Lydia’s face, “He’s right behind me isn’t he.”

“I’ll see you around Stiles,” Lydia says, then adds, “Derek.”

“So, you find my asshole tendencies charming huh?” Derek slips into the seat that Lydia vacated. 

“Please leave me here to die in shame,” Stiles says into the table.

“But then how would I kiss your stupid face?” Derek says and Stiles looks up to see Derek grinning at him.

He smiles back. There’s a whole new world of possibilities in their smiles.