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Request: Human!gn reader; Stiles Stilinski/Reader- “I thought we were just hanging out but we’ve been dating for weeks?”

Stiles had invited you to help with the research for the issues the pack was having. It had been everyone at first; until Lydia went off with Jackson; Scott got bored and Derek made the excuse of patrolling. It followed the same pattern for weeks until Stiles asked you to meet him at the library and then halfway through the second week those individual meetings became more and more frequent; almost dominating the research time you’d dedicated to helping everyone. If you ordered pizza and ended up watching movies after every other study session; that was just normal teenage behaviour. Scott seemed to constantly find reasons for you and Stiles to work together; you reason it’s since you’re both human; the last thing the pack needs is one of the humans getting hurt; of course having both of you get hurt seems worse but you assume with how they force you to the records sections anytime danger might happen they have it under control.

Stiles seems jumpier than normal but you chalk it up to Derek scolding him for some reason; you knew it involved Scott since he was laughing and half explaining to you despite you not paying attention. “No Stiles; I’m not letting you off research duty early so you can take Y/N on a date.” “Stiles wants to take me on a date?” You turn confused to Scott after Derek had spoken loud enough for you to hear. “Well yeah; you two have been-” Scott stops talking looking confused as you’re sure your face is shocked and horrified. “I thought we were just hanging out!” You hiss and look terrified at Stiles. “Oh my god we’ve been dating for weeks! Scott why didn’t you say anything! I was acting like an idiot the entire time in front of my crush! Oh my god I’m gonna die!!!”

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” Stiles stands in front of you and you can feel the heat on your face. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about the fact I didn’t realize we were dating!” “Well I made a point of not making it obvious; but since you have a crush on me; do you want to go on an actual date; like to dinner or a movie?” He grins and you laugh a little. “Well both? I can pay for-” You quiet when he glares.

“Or nothing; I won’t pay then; such a gentleman.” You laugh a little and watch Stile’s face pink. “Where do you want to go?” “Wherever you are.” You respond automatically watching Stiles’ face get pinker and you can assume your face matches his. “So uh; my house around six tomorrow?” You nod to Stiles who grins back. “Great!”

You’re relieved when Stiles opens the door and shuffles you into the living room; pizza boxes stacked and a queue of your favourite movies resting next to the tv. “Thought it best to keep it simple; besides if we’re here then the pack can’t tail us.” “I doubt they would.” You snort and Stiles grins. “That’s where you’re wrong Y/N; infighting between the two humans would throw the pack into chaos.” “Infighting?”

“Well if we’re not dating; or at least on friendly terms then it could spell disaster for the pack; it’s like when dogs can sense their owners fighting.” “So what the pack are our like supernatural pets?” “In some ways yes; but for now we can take a night off and relax; and get to know each other better.” “Stiles we’ve known each other for years.” You grin back and he nods to you. “Well I’m sure there’s some things I don’t know about you.” “Name one.” You fire back smirking and falter when Stiles’ smile turns mischievous.

“I don’t know if you’re a good kisser or not.” “Well that is something we have in common; no clue if you are either.” He laughs when you lean forward only to be interrupted by his dad awkwardly grabbing a book from the chair.

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All Because of a Jacket

Stiles x Reader

 GIF Not Mine

 Summary: A collection of the times Stiles lends Y/N his lacrosse jacket.

 Warnings: None.

 Word Count: 2,039

 A/N: I have no idea where this came from guys. Actually, I do—I ordered myself a Stiles lacrosse jacket and I’ve been living in it since it came, so that’s most likely what inspired this little imagine. I hope you enjoy it! Leaving a link HERE to the jacket I got off Etsy if you’re interested—I cannot recommend it enough!

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But I Have Her

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You and your best friend Dylan were hanging out at your apartment in LA. You haven’t had a lot of time to see him since he’s been filming his new movie. You two sat on your couch and were drinking some wine. You guys talked about nothing and everything. You talked about college, as your only 23. He talked about filming. And of course, his new girlfriend, Jennifer. Needless to say, you didn’t like her. She was so snotty and rude. You only met her once, and she gave you dirty looks the whole time you were with her. You and Dylan have been best friends since Teen Wolf, and you two are very close. So, he’s always grab your hand when leading you somewhere, or when you were faced with paparazzi when shopping he’d always place his hand on your lower back. So, his snotty girlfriend would always be touching him 24/7. She was so clingy too! Always texting him every two seconds. God! It was so annoying, especially when you and Dyl would have sleepovers, his phone you buzz and ring ALL NIGHT LONG. You’d 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 fall asleep. And yet, he never seemed to notice just how mean she really was. I mean, he’s a pretty clueless guy. But you never had the heart to tell him how you felt about her, because you knew he liked her, and you just wanted him to be happy, even if it slowly and painfully killed you inside.

“Hey, earth to Y/N?” Dylan said waving his hand in your face, breaking you from your thoughts. “What? Huh?” You said, blinking a couple times and looking up and into his honey brown eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, placing his hand on your thigh. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. You thought. “Yeah yeah, I’m—I’m fine.” You said, giving him a fake smile and looking down into your lap. “Hey, you know you can tell me anything.” He said leaning his head down to try and look you in the eyes. “I love you.” You blurted out quietly. Dylan froze, he sat up slightly. “I-I love you too, but, you know, I have Jen.” He said. “Yeah... 𝙅𝙚𝙣.” You said. “What? Do you not like her?” He asked. “She—she’s just so-so—so...mean.” You said, getting choked up slightly. “Hey hey, what’s wrong? What do you mean? Did she say something to you?” He asked, confused as to where these emotions were coming from. “She just always gives me dirty looks, and trie to make me jealous. And hell, maybe I am. And don’t try to tell me her mean tweets about that ‘annoying bitch’ 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣’𝙩 about me.” You said, a tear slipping down your cheek. “And you know, sometimes—sometimes I wish that was me. I wish I was the one to kiss you. To cuddle with you at night. To go on dates with. To—to be with.” You started to cry. He placed his hand on your face, turning you to face him, bringing for face a little closer to his. “You know? Maybe someday we’ll end up together. But—but I don’t know who I love right now.” He said, looking down from your eyes and to your lips. He slowly leaned in, you doing the same. “We shouldn’t do this.” You said. “We 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 shouldn’t do this.” He whispered, and placed his lips on yours. You kissed back. It was a short but passionate kiss. You two immediately went back in for another. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚? You both thought.

little drummer boy | drummer!dylan o’brien

word count; 10,892

summary; bumping into an old flame from your past with your son can have some odd repercussions.

notes; this made me tear up to write, brace yourselves for some deep feelings.

warnings; a little bit of heartbreak. that’s about it.

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Why Don’t You

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader Word Count: 1023 Warnings: language, angst and mainly fluff Prompt: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake” ||  MASTERLIST  ||

Walking down the halls at Google, you wave to a couple of people standing around chatting. Though one group up ahead, specifically someone in particular, makes you groan and veer to the right to head towards the food area.

You see an open seat at a table with Stuart and you bee line towards him.

Sitting down, you surprisingly gain his attention though he doesn’t look up from his phone “Finally you got here I was–”

He trails off as he finally looks up to you, words getting stuck in his throat as he sees you.

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From Work, With Love  Chapter 22 - From the Top

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24​​​   Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Addison(Addy) Young   Word Count: 8212 Warnings: language, some angst again but also some long awaited fluff so buckle up babes💛 A/N: I know this is late and I’m sorry, internet has been going out all day and I lost my draft twice so, in conclusion, fuck 2020 bye

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Addy POV

Have you ever noticed that when you’re by your phone and it rings, the call seems to be never ending as you wait for the ringing to stop? Whereas if you’re nowhere near your phone and you rush to answer it, you almost always just miss it before you have the chance to answer it?

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From Work, With Love  Chapter 21 - Autographs & Pictures

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24​​   Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Addison(Addy) Young   Word Count: 14,010 Warnings: language, make-out sesh’s, brief mentions of smoking but also not really, all the feels and not all of them are the good kind unfortunately, angst and all that good stuff, lowkey sorry  A/N: I was going to split this into two parts but ultimately chose not to and hopefully that’s okay since it’s the long awaited return. I hope you love it because this was 2 months in the making as I tried to put all the love and frustration I had for this chapter into one I was really proud of. Enjoy babes💛

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Addy POV

The rain machines kick on to a barely there drip and after everything is checked over the water slowly starts increasing in pressure. Unfortunately it needs to be turned up to pretty much the highest level because you cannot see the water droplets on the cameras otherwise.

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#relationship goals

#othaw19 ☆ day 1 ☆ favorite trio 2/4 → haley, lucas and nathan I think everybody knows that Nathan and I got off to a pretty sketchy start. Nathan, mutual hatred sound about right? Worse. Yeah. You see, then a funny thing happened; Haley. She showed me that you can find the good in everybody, if you just give them a chance. The benefit of the doubt. Sometimes, people disappoint you. Sometimes they surprise you. But you never really get to know them…until you listen for what’s in their hearts and that’s what Haley did with Nathan. That’s what we should do for them. So for you skeptics out there, prepare to be surprised. So this is to my…brother and my little sis in-law, and in love.

Thank God for Sexual Frustration

Summary: Dean offers to help you out when you’re going through a dry spell. No friends with benefits, simply a one time deal. But will you both be able to stop once you start?

Word Count: 4398

Warnings: smut, fingering, dry humping, steaminess in the Impala, bit of dirty talk, fluff, tiniest bit of angst, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

You huffed as you tried, unsuccessfully, to get comfortable in the back seat of the Impala. You were on your phone, checking up on social media, scouring the national news for new cases, and even reading interesting, but pointless, articles on why red light isn’t used to illuminate streets. But nothing could distract you from the aching need between your thighs. 

You huffed again in frustration, throwing your phone onto the seat beside you, the device bouncing off the leather and dropping somewhere on the floorboards. You glanced out the window, watching as mile after mile of flat land and cornfields flew past. You and the boys were passing through Iowa, windmills and the occasional cow being your only companion.

You’d been in Wisconsin, hunting a pack of werewolves. It had been a successful one so you and the boys decided to go to a local bar to celebrate and cut loose a little before heading back to the bunker. Of course Sam and Dean had had no trouble finding women to take home; one flash of Dean’s pearly whites or peek of Sam’s dimples and any woman within a twenty mile radius was theirs. Or at least it seemed that way. 

You? Well, you weren’t exactly what most people would call gorgeous. Pretty, yes. But compared to the Winchesters? You weren’t anything special. 

There were plenty of men at the bar, but none that caught your eye and apparently none that took interest in you either as no one approached you, even just to make light, friendly conversation. So instead of finding a guy to take back to the motel, you’d just drunk a few beers, played a couple of games of pool with a group of cocky fuckboys, and left early to crash into the back of Baby while the boys lived it up. 

Needless to say, you were beyond horny and sexually frustrated. You needed a release and fast.

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John Winchester you goddamn fuck

Stiles: *Trying to be quiet entering the house with a wolfed out scott holding a smoothie*

Y/N: *Turns on the lights* Stiles?

Stiles: *Eyes widening* Pfft, hey Y/N! Wha-whatcha doin' up? *scratches back of his head nervously*

Y/N: Well, I was sleeping till I heard the door slam.

Y/N: *Finally See's scott* Um, whatcha got there stiles?

Stiles: *Panics* A smoothie!

Y/N: Yup, ok, I'm going back to bed.