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I wolf you - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x wife!reader

Words: 6,2k+

Requested by anon: Hello! Can I request a stiles x fem!reader imagine where they’re married and have a daughter and something happens to the reader and she turns back to 16 (like the age ritual happened to derek) and like she’s really confused cause everyone’s changed and she has a wedding ring (she thinks Stiles is still in love with lydia) and there’s a little girl who claims Stiles as her dad. The pack decide not to tell her but later she discovers it by herself and gets really overwhelmed and stiles calms her down. In the end she goes back to normal. (Also i would love to see Stiles‘ reactions and his emotions for this situation)

AN: I found that gif and I knew that I had to use it for that request, it also gave me the idea! So thank you! And I loved writing this! I had so many ideas, that I had to decide which one to take all the time :D

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You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes and woke up with the worst headache again. Your head was pounding like crazy, and you could really feel the throbbing in the right area. You had your eyes tightly closed, your nose scrunched up until you gently pinched the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

The light bothered you next, the sun slamming down on you with full heat so that the skin on your bare arms was already starting to burn. Your head was already completely heated as well.

With your free hand you reached beside you and slowly pushed yourself up from the ground, the slightly too long blades of grass tickled your palm, and you carefully opened your eyes. It took you a moment to adjust to the brightness, but you quickly realized that you had once again sat down under the bleachers at the lacrosse field.

Your constant studying must have been so exhausting that you must have fallen asleep under the bleachers. You couldn't explain it any other way. With all the exams and the project in bio ahead of you, you didn't know where to start. After all, you hadn't had any time for it at all the past few weeks. Only recently, you were able to free Stiles from the clutches of the Nogitsune. However, not without sacrifices.

What confused you, however, was your lack of school supplies. Neither your backpack nor your textbooks were in your possession. The only thing you found in your pocket was your cell phone. Immediately, you reached for the phone and tried to unlock it with your code, but nothing happened. Again and again you entered the same 4-digit code until your phone displayed "iPhone is disabled, try again in 15 minutes."

You sighed and decided to head home. It was probably another stupid prank by Stiles. After all that had happened to him, he had totally changed. He used more sarcasm, even more than before. You were afraid that he was only doing it to suppress his true feelings. You asked him several times to talk to you about it, but he always turned you down. And again and again you saw him and Lydia comforting him and whispering good words to him. Of course, he preferred to go to Lydia than to you, after all, he was head over heels in love with her. You already knew his 10-year plan by heart.

Without a bag, there was no key to your house in your possession, so you had no choice but to ring the doorbell. But already the empty driveway told you that your parents were still at work. Maybe your sister was kind enough to open the door for you. But she also left the door locked.

With a glance at your cell phone, you saw that it was no longer locked and so you tried again all possible codes that came to your mind. Mainly any codes that Stiles would surely use. After all, it was all his prank. However, his birthday, his father's birthday and Lydia's birthday were also unsuccessful and this time your phone displayed "iPhone is disabled, try again in 1 hour."

"Damn it, Stiles," you groaned and dropped on the stairs leading up to your front door.

So you had no choice but to go to Stiles. He had brought you into the whole thing, so now he had to pay for it. The way to Stiles was not long, but not exactly short either. His and his father's house was about a 15-minute walk away. Meanwhile, you stared at your phone, waiting, even though you knew nothing would change until you could use it again. Or maybe it was Scott's birthday, which he had created as a new code. Or maybe just the current year, probably just something silly like 0000. A short but loud laugh fell from your lips at the thought. That could only be it, really.

Arriving at Stiles', you knocked on the front door there too before trying to open the door. If only one of the two was at home, the door was never locked as a rule. But here, too, you were once again faced with closed doors. Unlike at your house, the Stilinskis had hidden an emergency key outside.

With the key, which was in the flowerpot next to the front door, you opened the door and then hid the key inside again before you entered the house. You were so tired that you didn't even notice that the walls had a new color, all that mattered at that moment was the couch on which you took a seat to wait for Stiles, who was probably wandering around somewhere again and making the small town unsafe with Scott.

Time passed, and you completely forgot about your cell phone that you couldn't unlock. You were too wrapped up on the TV playing some old episodes of Scrubs. It wasn't until you heard the front door open that you turned around and saw Noah hanging up his jacket on the coat rack.

"Hi Noah," you said and turned back to the TV. Noah was used to you being in the apartment more often. Since your parents worked a lot and your big sister was often out with her boyfriend, you were alone most of the time after school. And so you spent most of your time either with Stiles or with Lydia.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" asked Noah, visibly confused as he got closer. "Aren't you supposed to be with your parents and...what the hell?"

"What?" you asked this time, looking at Noah who was finally standing in front of you. But he didn't even get to answer you, because your phone finally sprang to life, showing Stiles' name on the screen.

Annoyed, you picked up your phone and accepted the call. "Y/N? Where are you?"

"At your house, Stiles. I've been waiting for you the whole time," you replied, watching Noah inspect you from top to bottom. You were definitely confused as to why he was doing this, but ignored him for a brief moment. "I don't think it's funny that you took all my stuff. I have to finish the bio project by the day after tomorrow, and I can't do that if you have my backpack. So, can you please come home and give me my stuff back. I don't care where you hang out again or who you hang out with again."

"Y/N, what are you talking about?"

"Jeez, Stiles, I really don't have time for this right now. Just come home now."

"But that's where I am..."

"Sometimes you really get on my nerves," you groaned, ending the call without saying another word. However, you regretted it right away. You might as well have asked him for the code to your cell phone. You still couldn't use it that way.

"Okay, let me ask this one time. Did you jump into a fountain of youth this time?!"

"Noah, you're confusing me."

"No, you're confusing me. Whatever happened again this time, I don't want any part of it. I've had it. I thought you guys had put all this behind you." And with those words, Noah disappeared from the living room and headed up the stairs to probably hole up in his bedroom or office. To say you were confused would be an understatement, you were beyond confused.

You couldn't understand why Noah reacted the way he did. Of course, what happened a few weeks ago was very intense and enormous and didn't really let anyone rest, but after that you actually had the feeling that Noah would support you in everything.

It wasn't long before the front door opened again, and you heard someone enter the house. This time, you got up from the couch, ready to attack Stiles and berate him with endless insults that you could only think of. However, this time you were the one who stopped, transfixed as a little girl ran through the living room, clinging to your legs. "There you are, Mommy."

"Mommy?" you mumbled, trying to gently push the child off you, but no chance. The little one had her arms wrapped so tightly around your legs that you almost lost your balance.

"Y/N?" you heard Stiles ask, still standing at the front door.

"What do you look like? Is this all part of your joke? And who the hell is that?" you asked. Stiles was standing in the shadows, somewhat hidden, so you couldn't really see his face. However, the suit he was wearing stood out from a distance. Stiles would never wear something like that voluntarily, especially with a patterned tie.

"How do I look? How do you look? Y/N, what happened? Why are you here and what... I don't understand," he mumbled, taking a few steps towards you.

"Are you sick?" you asked, confused as you heard him speak. "You sounded normal this morning at school."

"School? Y/N, my god. Can you please explain to me what happened?"

"Can you maybe first explain to me who that is?" you countered, pointing at the girl who was still hugging you.

"Who is that? Do you not recognize your own.... oh shit."

“Care to enlighten me?”

“Not again...”

“Not again what?”

"Okay, Y/N. You have to trust me now okay, we're going to go to Scott's together and, then we'll explain everything. Well I don't really know if there's anything to explain but please, you have to come with me.... with us. Fuck... DAD?!" he yelled throughout the house until he finally heard the stairs and Noah coming back down.

"Oh god, you're finally here. Can you explain to me what happened to Y/N?" Noah asked his son, pointing to you before moving closer to Stiles. Stiles and Noah discussed briefly, while the little girl on your legs finally broke away from you and smiled at you.

"Are we going home now, mom? You promised to make spaghetti and meatballs this morning."

"Ellie, Noah is going to watch you for a minute while da- me and Y/N go out for a minute, okay?" asked Stiles, going down to open his arms wide. Ellie, the little girl, or so it seemed she was called, ran to Stiles and fell right into his arms where she gave him a kiss on the cheek and then disappeared with Noah.

And this time you could really look at Stiles. It wasn't until he bent over slightly that the sun hit his face and you lost your breath. This was not your Stiles. This Stiles was much older, much more mature. His face had a 5-o-clock-shadow and his eyes looked much older.

Immediately, you realized that something could not be right. After all that you had already been through in such a short time, there was clearly something wrong,

"Stiles? What... What's wrong?"

Stiles came closer to you and reached out his hand to you. You hesitated for a moment, after all you weren't sure if this was really Stiles in front of you or just another psychopathic demon. And while Stiles was still holding out his hand to you, something sparkled in the sun. Clearly, there on his left ring finger was a ring. "Y/N? Do you trust me?"

"What's my cell phone code?" you asked him immediately. If this really was Stiles, he would know it.

“0717, the seventeenth of July, it’s our... it doesn’t matter. You could’ve just used your face, you know?”

"My face?”

“Face-ID? Okay, let me ask you this question, what year do you believe you’re in?”

“What year do I believe I’m in? What's with the stupid question? It's 2011."

Stiles sighed and closed his eyes as he finally dropped his hand. "Okay, we really need to get to Scott now. I'll try to explain it to you there, okay?"

Still, you weren't one hundred percent sure if you could believe him, but after you entered the sequence of numbers into the phone, and it unlocked, you knew you had to go with him. Because the wallpaper on your phone was none other than the little girl who was now upstairs with Noah.

"Stiles?" you asked as you looked up at him. "What year is it?"

Stiles didn't dare answer the question, but he knew that sooner or later he would have to explain everything to you. His only concern, though, was that you would stay the way you were right now forever. You thought it was 2011 and if he remembered correctly you were still Juniors in 2011, and you definitely weren't together then. And if you couldn't even recognize Ellie, he really didn't know how he could handle it if it stayed that way forever. "It's 2022."

“WHAT?”

"Okay, like I said, I'll try to explain everything, but we really need to get to Scott now, okay?"

You nodded and eventually followed him outside, and what surprised you even more was the car that was now in the yard. There wasn't his beloved Jeep there, no. There was a black Audi A4, and obviously it belonged to Stiles, because he was already getting into the car.

The drive to Scott's was uncomfortable. Stiles didn't dare say anything, it was like you were 17 years old again, and he didn't know how to tell you that he had fallen in love with you. That unpleasant voice was driving him crazy, but he was afraid to say something wrong, so he decided not to say anything.

"So you're married," you finally broke the silence, continuing to look out the window.

"I... yes," Stiles replied. He wanted to add something else, but he knew that saying he was married to you would confuse you even more. And then when he saw the look on your face, he felt even more guilty. He kept trying to start a conversation with you in some way, but each time you only gave short, mostly monosyllabic answers, and he knew he had better be quiet now.

Finally, Stiles came to a stop, but not at Scott's house as you had thought, but at a complete stranger's house. Immediately, your alarm bells began to ring. This seemed to be a trap. You quickly opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car. Stiles, of course, immediately noticed what was going on. He might have mentioned to you that Scott had also moved out of home and now had his own house. But it was too late for that now.

"Y/N!" he yelled as he too jumped out of the car. "Y/N, wait please!"

But all was too late, by the time Stiles had run down the courtyard driveway, you were long gone. "Shit," he cursed, grabbing his hair. From a distance, he heard the front door open and a very confused Scott watching him. He had heard Stiles screaming thanks to his abilities and ran as fast as he could to the door, only to see you running away as Stiles stopped at the courtyard entrance.

"Is everything okay?"

Stiles closed his eyes for a brief moment and exhaled deeply before walking back down the yard and joining Scott in entering his home. "It's all happening from the the beginning again."

"What do you mean?" asked Scott as they arrived in his kitchen and he handed him a glass of water.

"Y/N. She can't remember anything. It's the same as when she was with Derek. She thinks we're Juniors, Scott! Juniors! She didn't even recognize Ellie. And now she's gone."

"You mean she's 17 again?" inquired Scott as he sat down at the table and processed everything.

"Who's 17 again?" asked Malia, spotting the two men in the kitchen.

"Y/N. We need to find her again before whoever did this to her finds her first," Stiles said.

"Where was the last place she was? Do you know? So, when she was, you know, older," Scott wanted him to tell him, maybe that would be the first clue to whatever they were looking for.

"At school, she and her colleagues were going to decorate the hall for Homecoming. She had already gotten off work, but she really wanted to do it. That's why I picked Ellie up at kindergarden today," Stiles replied.

"Well, then I'm afraid we should probably go to school."

"It was obvious he was going to marry Lydia. Why would the idiot choose me when he can have Lydia," you muttered to yourself as you walked through the streets of Beacon Hills. It was getting dark, and you didn't know where to go. You didn't want to go home because the date on your phone showed you that it really was the year 2022. All the information on the Internet also indicated that Stiles must have been telling the truth. But you didn't want to go back to him. "Let him go to his Lydia."

What was still unclear to you, however, was why the little girl from earlier had called you Mommy and why she was on your wallpaper. She could only be mistaking you for someone else. That would be a solution, but not the solution to the picture.

For whatever reason, you ran back to school. Somehow, you felt that you were safest there. And eventually, the janitors didn't bother to lock the school anymore, they knew that windows were being broken all the time anyway. They would rather not lock the school halls than have to repair windows all the time.

"Y/N?

You recognized the voice immediately. On the one hand you were shocked to hear it, on the other hand you weren't. In the end, it was always where you least expected him to be. "Peter," you said, turning to look at him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," he replied, continuing to walk toward you. You weren't afraid of Peter, no quite the opposite. You were probably the only one who really liked him to some extent. After all, he helped you rescue Boyd and Cora from the old abandoned bank, and he was also the one who gave you the best tip to free Stiles from the Nogitsune. In the end, you just felt sorry for him. He was the lonely wolf, and now he was also told that he had a daughter he didn't know about because his mother had taken away all his memories of her.

"Why don't we take a walk, and you tell me why you're still here at such a late hour?" suggested Peter. Anything seemed better currently than going back to Stiles, and so you followed Peter across the schoolyard.

He led you back to the front towards the parking lot, probably to get to his car, but you were currently less worried about that. Peter told you that he had been trying to find Malia's mother lately. The real mother with whom he had conceived her. He had hopes that he could get closer to Malia that way. After all, Scott had already told her a lot about him, and so he had not left a nice impression.

Peter at one point ran to the Beacon Hills High School stone sign in front of the school parking lot and stuck his claws into the stone. The stone moved and a staircase appeared beneath it. Confused, you looked down the stairs, which were pitch black and did not show where they led. You had never seen that before. And you were sure that none of the others had ever seen it either. If you had, someone would have brought it up already. "What's that?"

“This is the Hale vault. The vaults are used by our family, where we store all of our valuable belongings and artifacts, but someone made sure that we can’t go in anymore, and I thought that you could maybe help me?”

"Why me?"

"You're the only one who somewhat likes me, isn't that right?" he asked, walking down the first few steps.

"Yes, I am. But I don't know how to help you."

"The police and the FBI have sealed off access to the vault. We can't get to our valuables anymore. I thought, since you have such good connections with the police and FBI, you could help me. In return, I'll make sure your pack doesn't have to deal with me anymore, how does that sound to you?"

"Well, sounds like a plan to me," you said, ready to follow him downstairs, though a scream stopped you.

From a distance, you could make out Stiles' voice, but Stiles was not alone. You could make out two more figures next to him, but they were still too far away for that. Peter sighed and grabbed your hand before trying to pull you down with him. "They always get in the way."

Peter kept pulling you down until you finally resisted. Peter was not to be trusted, even when you felt sorry for him. You finally had to listen to Scott and Stiles. But Peter was stronger than you, of course, and pulled you down the stairs to the vault again until you could feel another hand on your other arm.

An equally aged Scott was standing in front of you, trying to pull you away from Peter. Behind him, you could make out Malia, who pushed past Scott and you and immediately went after Peter. Fortunately, since Peter was so distracted defending himself against Malia, he let go of your hand and Scott was able to lift you back up. Malia also had a strong hold of Peter's arms and pushed him up the stairs until he landed on the grass, where Malia pressed her foot on his back. "I thought you were locked up tight and safe in Eichen House."

"They can't hold me in there," Peter retorted, trying to get up again. He kicked Malia with a jab, who immediately fell to the ground and tried to escape, but Stiles got in the way and pulled out a gun he always carried. "This is the last time you fuck with this pack, Peter. Now tell me how to turn her back."

"I'm never telling you this," he laughed.

"Stiles, you can't kill him! We have to figure out how to get the old Y/N back first. I know you'd love to pull the trigger, we all would, but not until we have a solution to this," Scott tried to coax him.

And while Scott tried to persuade his best friend, Malia set about overpowering Peter again, which I fortunately succeeded in doing. Stiles immediately ran up to Peter and Malia and attached handcuffs to Peter. "Special handcuffs for werewolves, you know?"

"Guys! I'm still very confused! What the hell is happening here????"

"Y/N, please. You have to believe me when I tell you this now, okay?" asked Stiles, reaching his hand out to you again, but again you wouldn't take it.

Peter, still kneeling on the floor with his hands chained behind his back, rolled his eyes. Again and again, Scott and his pack got in his way. He had really picked a smart kid to be Beta that time.

"Y/N, what can I do to make you trust me?" asked Stiles.

"I just want to go home, please, Stiles. I want to go home."

Stiles was able to convince you to take you home, not your home, but his new home. But not before he made sure to get back your things that Peter had hidden. Stiles gave you the bag, even though you couldn't do much with it, and left you alone for now.

It took him ages to convince you not to go home to your parents. He was visibly frustrated and annoyed by your behavior, but so were you. Still, you were too naive to listen to him and just got into the car. In your bag, you luckily found headphones, which you plugged into your phone and listened to music on the way to Stiles' new home to turn him off completely.

Stiles had shown you the guest room and brought you a change of clothes without even speaking a word to you, and then disappeared into his bedroom.

You looked around the guest room, but couldn't find any clues to anything. No pictures, no documents, nothing. There was just a simple twin bed, with a small desk, a bookcase with a few books. Even in the nightstand, you couldn't find anything that could help you in any way. When you finally stumbled upon the bag Stiles had given you, you took it and sat down on the bed with her.

Without much hesitation, you dumped the contents of the bag completely out onto the bed and examined everything that had fallen out. Charger cables, a glasses case, wallet, lipstick, hand cream, a few crumpled up pieces of paper, pens, mainly red ones, and finally you found something that got your attention. Two gold rings lay next to the purse. A fine, delicate gold ring with a small diamond and a slightly wider ring that resembled Stiles'.

For whatever reason, you took the first ring with the diamond and put it on your left ring finger. It fit like a glove, so you inspected the second ring and discovered an engraving inside. I wolf you, Stiles.

The knot in your throat that had been with you all day was getting bigger and thicker, and you felt it getting drier and drier. Everything was making sense so easily, but you didn't want this one to be true.

Carefully and very quietly you crept out of the room and went down the stairs towards the kitchen, at least you hoped you could still remember where it was. You needed something to drink, badly, to get rid of the lump in your throat. But you couldn't get that far. At the bottom of the stairs, you stopped and stared at the dresser on the wall opposite of you. You could always recognize Stiles' smile. But what you couldn't immediately recognize was the other person in the photo. From a distance you could see that it was a wedding photo, and you couldn't help but pick it up and look at it in the light of the moon.

And even now your breath was taken away. In the picture next to Stiles, it was clearly you. With a glow on your face that reached from ear to ear, you stood next to Stiles in a beautiful white wedding dress. Next to Stiles was Scott, who clearly looked like the best man, and next to you was Lydia. So the rings you had found were clearly yours. But why couldn't you remember any of this?

You put the photo back in its original place and saw a picture someone had painted next to it. The picture was clearly drawn by a toddler, and on closer inspection you could see three figures on it. A smaller person in the middle and below her was the name Ellie between Mom and Dad.

You felt sick to your stomach when you realized that Ellie was the child of Stiles and you.

So it was true. Stiles had never actually said it, but it seemed true. Somehow, you were turned back into the 17-year old you. And it seemed that the 28-year old you was married to Stiles and you had a child. You and Stiles. You now had no choice but to confront him.

On the way back upstairs, you hoped that Stiles was still awake and could answer everything. After all, he had wanted to tell you all day what was going on. Carefully you walked towards his bedroom and saw through the slightly opened door how Stiles was still sitting on the bed in his suit from today with his cell phone in his hand. He seemed frustrated because his head was lowered. His hand supported his heavy head while he talked to someone on his cell phone. "What if it stays that way this time? Scott, I can't do this."

Of course, he'd be on the phone with his best friend, you weren't surprised. What did surprise you, though, were the tears that were obviously falling down his cheeks, because one landed on his suit pants and left a dark stain. "The thing with Derek is different, he's a werewolf, and he was fighting a berserker at the time. That probably triggered everything."

You took a deep breath before opening the door wider and taking a step into the room. Stiles couldn't see you, with his back slightly turned, and his head lowered, he didn't have the door in view and couldn't notice you. The room was set up just like you would set it up. Bright colors on the wall, a big bed, since you always moved around a lot at night and had vowed to buy the biggest bed there was someday, and the pillows on the bed just showed that you clearly had the saying in decorating the house.

"I don't know what to do. How do I explain this to Ellie? I can't lie to Ellie, and I can't keep her away from Y/N forever either.... Scott I-"

You decided to make yourself known and knocked three times on the bedroom door. Stiles head shot up abruptly and his red eyes met yours. "Scott, I'll call you back, okay?" he asked Scott on the cell phone, but waited for no answer and immediately put the phone next to him on the bed after hanging up.

Stiles got up from the bed, but stayed a few feet away. He didn't want to be disappointed again and watch you not want to take his hand again. But this time it was you who held out your hand for him. Why you did this was unclear to you for the moment, your body acting for you without you having to think about it.

Stiles was breathing heavily, his chest visibly rising and falling as he carefully gave you his hand, moving closer to you. Carefully, as if you would pull your hand back at any time, Stiles put his hand in yours and waited for you to do something. Fortunately, he put his left hand in yours, whereupon you took a closer look at the ring on his finger. It was a simple ring, without any pattern on the outside, a simple band. Without giving the ring much of a tug, you pulled it off his finger. Stiles didn't ask any questions, not even silently in his head. He just let you do it.

And as soon as the ring was off his finger, you checked to see if it had the same engraving on the inside as the ring you had found in the bag. Sure enough, the same engraving was in Stiles' ring, I wolf you, Y/N.

"Y/N?" asked Stiles uncertainly as he watched you take a closer look at the ring.

"Can you tell me?"

"What exactly?"

"How... I always thought you and Lydia..." you stuttered and gave him back his ring while showing him the rings you had found. Stiles pressed his lips together and nodded ever so slightly. He pointed to the bed and sat down on it again. With some distance to him you took a seat next to him on the bed, and crossed your legs on it.

"Ehm, I don't really know how to start. I... I mean you... okay, um. Something happened to me in senior year, I um, I disappeared and no one could remember me, except you. You were the only one who could remember that I existed."

"Why?"

"We don't know to this day, I think it was because just before I disappeared I told you that it was you I loved all along," Stiles explained, watching you. Your eyes sparkled the same way they did when he told you he loved you in the schoolyard after seeing the Ghost Riders for the first time and knowing exactly what was going to happen to him. "You can't believe how happy I was when I was back, and you had said that you felt the same way. You made me the happiest person that day.... From then on, everything was really uphill. You came with me to Washington during my college years and studied there, we moved back to Beacon Hills and then got married here on July 17, 2018-"

"0717, my cell phone code is-"

"Our wedding day, yes," Stiles replied proudly. You could see tears forming in his eyes again, but he was fighting it.

"You managed to become an FBI agent?"

"Yeah," Stiles gave a short laugh. "Crazy, right?"

"And Ellie, she's really our daughter?"

Stiles nodded and swallowed before continuing. "Ellie is short for Eliana, during our time in Washington you had met a nice older lady at the library you worked at named Eliana and you immediately fell in love with the name. Ellie will be 3 years old in two months."

"Stiles. I heard you earlier. You were saying to Scott that it happened to Derek once too, right?"

"Yes, Derek was turned back by Kate to an age where he trusted her. We think Peter did the same thing to you to help him open the vault again. We don't know how Derek managed to change back. Scott is in the process of contacting Derek, but Derek is traveling a lot. We're hoping we can reach him."

You just nodded, looking deep into Stiles' eyes. He looked tired and exhausted. Not all that different from 10+ years ago, except that he had aged a bit. How you would like to hold him now, but somehow it felt wrong. This was not the Stiles you knew.

Stiles noticed your behavior and took your hand in his, stroking the back of your palm with his thumb while looking down at the floor. "Why don't you go to sleep, and we'll talk more tomorrow, okay? I'm very exhausted."

With a soft sigh, you got up from the bed and walked towards the bedroom door, ready to return to the guest room, but not before turning around once more. "I know you're having a hard time looking at me, or talking to me like I'm not a teenager again. But we can do this Stiles, okay? I can't remember anything because it hasn't really happened for me yet, but I can feel that I want to be the old me again. I want to be me again and be able to spend time with you."

Stiles smiled at you and started loosening the tie around his neck to get ready for bed. "I sure hope so."

As if in a déjà vu, you woke up again with a bad headache, followed by nausea that overcame you. But lying around was not an option for you, the day was going to be long, just like every other day in the last years. With a glance at the clock on your phone, you realized that it was actually way too early, so you still had plenty of time to rest before you had to get up and prepare breakfast and lunch for Ellie. So you turned around again and reached out, only to realize you were alone in bed.

And then it came over you. Everything that had happened yesterday. How you woke up under the bleachers. Stiles, how he was confused that you were suddenly young again, Peter, and then the conversation with Stiles last night. All of a sudden you were wide awake and jumped up from the bed. You could remember everything, everything. Not just yesterday's events, no, even the last 10 years. Quickly, you turned on the lights in the room and ran to the cupboard that always stood here in the guest room and looked at yourself in the small mirror that stood on it. You definitely recognized yourself, and this time it wasn't the innocent eyes looking at you, it was you.

In no time at all, you ran out of the room, down the hall to your bedroom and cracked open the door without even knocking. Stiles, who had been asleep until just now, was startled enough to wince and pull the covers over his head before peeking back out from under them. "Y/N? What the hell?"

Again, you flipped on the lights since it was still too dark outside and the entire bedroom became bright. Stiles looked at you with sleepy eyes, but immediately snapped them open when he saw what had happened. "Stiles," you breathed out before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him.

"I never thought I'd be happy to see you with those two gray hairs you got so early."

"Shut up," you countered, throwing yourself into his arms. Stiles hugged you as tight as he could, feeling the tears just flowing again. He pressed several kisses to your hairline, happy that the curse or whatever it was had only lasted for such a short time. You lifted your head and put your lips to his.

"I wolf you," you murmured against his lips, snatching a light laugh from him.

"And we used to make fun of Scott for saying that to Malia," he laughed.

"And now we have it engraved in our rings."

"Only because I managed to convince you stubborn fool of it, and now you love it."

"Just keep telling yourself that, Stiles."

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starlightandfairies · 2 years

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Can you write a fluff imagine for Dylan . Where Dylan is dating younger than him . so y/n is turning 21 and she doesn’t want to make a big deal about her birthday and she told Dylan she doesn’t want anything she just wanted to have a simple dinner but of course he didn’t list to her and did a surprise birthday party for her and brought her family from overseas because she haven’t seen them in 3 years she would cry and you do the rest .

Description: Dylan surprises his girlfriend with a surprise party for her birthday despite the reader just wanting something simple.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, age gap (9 years) Dylan is 30 and the reader is 21

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view, F/F = Favourite flavour

Word Count: 1,116

First Person's POV

Honestly, I didn't really like all the attention on my birthday, it was coming up in about a week and I kept telling Dylan that I didn't want anything fancy and just wanted something simple. Like dinner at my favourite restaurant and maybe a movie seeing as there were things showing that I wanted to see.

I came home from work, happy to see Dylan and just wanting to relax from my day. Dylan greeted me at the door, placing a kiss on my forehead and wrapping me up tightly in his arms. I giggled at the affection, hugging him back and planting a chaste kiss on his lips.

"How was work?" He questioned, staring at me with adoration and with infinite love.

"Boring, there weren't many people showing up, so I was just standing around all day." Dylan hummed in response, he kissed my cheek and then picked me up. Setting me down on the couch, he rested my feet on his lap and threw my shoes off to give me a foot massage.

"So, for your birthday... are you sure you don't want to do anything? It's your birthday! You're my girl and we should do something special." I smiled at Dylan's persistent concern but I didn't really want to do anything but go out.

"I'm sure, babe, I don't really want to do anything extravagant. I love you, thanks for the thought though." Dylan nodded, kissed my cheek and we just spoke about each other's day.

One Week Later

It was finally my birthday, I was looking forward to just going out to dinner with Dylan and doing cute coupley stuff for the evening. I came home, showered and fancied myself up for the evening. America definitely was different to where I grew up, obviously similar but still very different to what I knew about.

Dylan had his hand on my knee as he drove me to the restaurant, he had a playlist of all my favourite songs playing through the stereo and even though he didn't like some of them he still sang along with me. When we made it to the parking lot, Dylan, being the gentleman that he is, opened the door for me and took my hand, leading me into the building.

I furrowed my eyebrows as we walked past the little stand for getting a table. Dylan gently pushed me in front of him, guiding me to a door and he knocked a couple of times before it was pulled slightly open. I turned to Dylan with a confused gaze, humming slightly as he guided me into the room. It was dark, there were no noises and Dylan was acting suspiciously.

I jumped into Dylan's chest as a chorus of 'surprise' reached my ears, The lights flashed on, and a gasp escaped my lips as I realised what this was. Dylan booked a private room, decorated with all my favourite decor items and colour schemes. I saw my family all littered throughout the room, large smiles on their face, I ran up to them hugging them all and trying to refuse the tears from coming from my eyes. Not wanting to turn the special occasion into a really bad scenario.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered excitedly to my parents, still in ecstasy over the idea of seeing them here on my birthday. They both pointed to Dylan he was greeting and thanking my friends and family members. I blushed, knowing that I was lucky with him and that Dylan spoilt me rotten. I walked over to him, hugging him tightly and kissing his lips. He hummed winking at me and letting me know that there was more to the surprise.

Everyone sat around the obnoxiously large table, eating meals and giving me cards and presents. The attention was a little overwhelming but I did like that Dylan didn't listen and brought my family all the way from overseas.

I leaned over to Dylan, who was sitting next to me, he was holding my hand under the table and making silly faces and jokes with my younger cousins who stared around the room like it was filled with candy. Dylan turned to me, a bright smile on his lips, I hummed softly and gleamed at him.

"Thank you, this means a lot, I love you, Dylan."

"Of course, I love you and I wanted today to be perfect for you." He whispered, making me giggle as he made a goofy face as I blushed and continued to thank him.

Dylan got everyone's attention after dinner was over, he stood up at the table, and everyone held onto their glass as Dylan gave a toast.

"Before the cake comes out, I just want to wish Y/N a happy birthday. You are the light of my world and I hope that tonight has been better than what you could hope for. I love you, sweetheart, know that when it comes to special days like this. I will go all out, I will make sure that you are spoilt rotten and that you have a great time. I love you, sweetheart." Everyone raised their glasses, cheered my name and sipped on their drink. Dylan brought out a very large cake, it could've been a wedding cake. Obviously wasn't but I loved the fact that there were little details on it that Dylan knew I liked about cake.

The cake had been cut and split around the table, I was given the biggest slice and it had the most icing. I loved icing, I loved sugar and by the end of it I managed to get some on my nose and chin. Dylan chuckled once he saw me, he cleaned my face and then started dancing around with the kids as the music started playing. I danced with my parents, enjoying time with my family. Still getting over the fact that Dylan brought my family over all the way from where I grew up.

My younger cousins, dragged me over to Dylan, forcing me to dance with him and chanting 'kiss him' until I did or their parents scolded them, leaving them alone. As I was dancing with him, I felt tears welling in my eyes and I hugged him tightly.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart?" He whispered, kissing the top of my head, I sniffled with a sad smile and stare at him lovingly.

"You're just so sweet! You brought my, entire family, over! You put this whole thing together, you didn't have to but you did. I love you!" I blurted out, continuing to hold him tightly and giggling once I heard his breathy chuckle.

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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years

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Hey love! Could you do a Dylan smut where him and the reader are trying for another baby? It could be very fluffy and cute. Thanks!❤️

Author's Notes: I based this around the same family dynamic as Around the Carousel. Thank you for the request - if this was yours, I hope you love it! I decided to not make it full smut, I enjoyed the dynamic as it was. Doesn't mean there's a lack of love. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Parenthood, Talk of pregnancy, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos. Otherwise rather fluffy.

Requested? Yes! Requests are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Dylan liked to say that after their daughter was born that he made a firm "promise" that he and his wife would have a longstanding date night. Although in total honesty, going to the grocery store for the potatoes for dinner with her felt like a romantic outing.

Yeah, he'll take all the grief. Pile it on.

But Dylan Rhodes O'Brien is nothing, if not a man of his word. So every other Saturday since Melody Lynn had been born, he and the wife did something. In the beginning when she didn't like being far away from the baby for too long it was just a coffee and a walk around the block. And slowly it progressed. A movie, a couple of cocktails, dinner and cocktails. Then before they knew it, they were kissing Melody's forehead goodbye as they dropped her off at a friend's house for her very first sleepover.

"You sure that you're alright to watch her tonight?" Dylan inquired, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watched his wife fuss over the baby one last time.

Pacifier? Check. Mr. Bear? Check.

His wife had vowed to him that if he had forgotten Mr. Bear than it would be a long, long time before he would ever see her naked again. Their daughter lived for that stuffed bear, so he knew that the stakes were high.

"I promise, we will be fine. You know I'm dying for a little girl time with Miss. Melody. We're going to watch a movie, decorate some cookies. It's going to be so much fun. Now, you two. Leave us alone, and go have your own fun." The tall woman smiled, brushing the baby's messy hair back from her face.

"Okay. Call us if you need anything, or have any questions?" Dylan's wife mumbled, wringing her hands nervously as she stepped down from the porch and watched their little girl curl her body happily into her Auntie.

"Leave. I love you, but leave. We are more than fine here. Wave bye to Mama and Papa, Miss. Melody."

Dylan gently wrapped his fingers around his wife's elbow and pulled her down the porch, back towards their family friendly S.U.V. Usually on date nights they took out the Audi, but this date night was different. Instead of going out for dinner, drinks, a movie or dancing - they had decided to do any, or all of those things at home. Dylan had picked up something for dinner, was happy with their selection of wine and the weather forecast, so he suggested they have a night at home.

"It's so strange being here without Mellie." She sighed as they walked back into their home, nothing but the sounds of their shoes over clean hardwood floors.

"Can put on some music. Are you getting hungry?" Dylan muttered as he walked up behind her once he locked their front door and placed his hands on her hips. He honestly didn't mind the silence, not that he didn't adore his daughter. But the break from ringing bells, songs about washing your hands, and the fucking Wiggles was much appreciated.

"Yeah. Pour me some wine, first?" His wife requested as she leaned her body back into his, a hand reaching back to softly brush her fingertips over his facial hair.

"Of course." Dylan nodded with a gentle kiss to the side of her face before he removed himself from her vicinity and towards the kitchen where the wine was waiting for them. He made a show of uncorking the wine bottle, because it always made her laugh. He filled their glasses as much as he possibly could without spilling over the brim, then handed his love her glass, silently toasting her and them.

"So, what are you making me for dinner?" She smiled, licking her lips free of the alcohol he had served her. She thumbed at the corners of her mouth, a nervous habit of hers that he had noticed over their years together.

"Don't worry about it. Go sit outside, enjoy the nice night and I'll take care of it." Dylan breathed out as he kissed her forehead, his hands cradling her face. He wanted to take care of her, because she spent so much of her time taking care of him and Melody. It was genuinely the least he could do.

Dylan liked cooking, he just never got much of an opportunity to do it. He worked a lot still. He had time with the baby after she was born, he refused to work. He didn't care what happened. He shut down everything he was doing and wouldn't be away from his wife or his daughter for longer than absolutely necessary. Then as she got older, and became a little more independent he went back to work for a few projects - minor things here and there that didn't require him being away so much. But Dylan loved getting all the things he needed together, chopping, dicing and cooking it all to make something (arguably) delicious.

"Dylan, that was so good." She groaned as she sat back in her chair, hands resting on her stomach after she dropped her fork down to her plate.

"I'm glad. Been a long time since I've been able to feed you. Wanted to remind you that I am, in fact, a decent cook." Dylan smiled as he brought his wine glass up to his lips and emptied it, eyes on his wife the entire time.

"I mean, you aren't terrible. You did almost burn down our old place when you tried to cook that salmon. Remember? Our apartment smelled so bad." She laughed as she finished off her own glass of wine.

"I am never going to live that down, am I?" Dylan smirked as he reached for the wine bottle, their second, and filled their glasses once more.

"Nope." She grinned, arms folded over the outdoor table as she watched him.

A silence came between them again, but neither seemed to mind. The evening wind was soft, moving her hair around her face and shoulders while the sun set behind them, giving their yard a soft, orange glow.

"You miss Mellie?" Dylan inquired softly as he took another sip of his wine, his eyes moving from his wife to their yard which was littered with their daughter's toys. Dolls, bubble machines, strollers for said dolls, a stray unmatched shoe or two, her favourite giant red ball and for some reason a cooking pot. Dylan never questioned why.

"Yeah. Do you?" She questioned as she ran her fingertips down the stem of her glass.

"I always miss her when she's away from me." Dylan nodded as he kicked his legs out, getting comfortable as he felt the alcohol rush to his head. He wasn't sure if it was age, or fatherhood, but he couldn't drink like he used to.

His wife looked over the table at him with sweet eyes, the closest thing to heart-shaped eyes he had ever seen. She rested her chin on her hands, holding her pretty face up as her eyes got heavy with the alcohol in her system.

"What do you think about us, maybe, trying to have another baby?" Dylan mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair, his heart rate starting to pick up in his chest.

"You wanna get me pregnant, O'Brien?" His wife slurred, the wine getting the best of her as she took hold of her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You know I loved it when you were pregnant with Melody. You were all round, and soft. A monster for all things salty, or spicy. Couldn't feed you quick enough." Dylan teased as he slid his chair closer to hers, reminiscing about the time not too long ago, she had been pregnant with their girl.

"Lots of people dip their french fries in hot sauce." She pouted as she scooted to the edge of her seat so she was able to put her hands on his face, his facial hair prickling the tips of her fingers.

"Yeah. I'm sure lots of pregnant women do it." Dylan breathed out, the corners of his lips turning up as he reached for her hips and pulled her into his lap. He ran his hands over her soft, bare thighs. Her thin, short sundress hiked up above her hips as she rested in his lap, her feet across his armrest and her arms tossed around his neck.

"Do you really want to have another baby?" She questioned as she twisted a section of his hair at the top of his head around her fingertips.

"Yeah, I do. Been thinking about it for a while, and I like the idea of there being four of us. I think Melody could benefit from a sibling. And maybe, I like how you look when you're pregnant with my baby." Dylan smiled softly as he leaned his head back to look at her, his palm resting against her hip.

"M'kay. I'll let you take me inside on one condition. Tell me, boy or girl next?" She inquired as she got up off of his lap, stumbling on tipsy feet as she tried to steady herself.

"Honestly? I kinda like the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women that look exactly like you. Besides, I can encourage at least one of them into liking baseball. So, a girl." Dylan laughed softly as he stood up with her and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her.

"Dylan." She hummed as she turned around in his arms, her fingertips curling into the material of his shirt. She pressed up onto her toes to get closer to his height, trailing her fingertips from his chest up his neck and into his hair to make him shiver.

"Let's go, woman." Dylan grunted as he hitched at the waist, draping her body over his shoulder and doling out a firm smack to her backside before he secured his arms around her legs as he walked back inside their home.

"Dylan! You have a nice butt." She laughed as she returned the favour and smacked his backside while she was upside down over his shoulder, on the way to their bedroom.

"Thanks, hon." Dylan scoffed as he carefully walked through their home, stepping over more stray toys left behind by their daughter, making his way towards the master bedroom.

Dylan dropped them both down on the bed, a smile on his face at his wife's raucous giggle as they rolled in the sheets for a moment trying to gain some semblance of balance. Dylan pressed up on his forearms above her, looking down at her face while she looked up at him. Her eyes were a little heavy from all the wine, a soft flush in her face from being tossed over his shoulder.

"Kiss me." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her knees spread wide on the mattress for him. It was his not-so-secret favourite, the way her body opened up for him in moments like this, silently telling him that she wanted him too. And after all these years together their bodies seemed to move as one.

"Kiss you as much as you want. You know I love your mouth." Dylan muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Dylan!" His wife gasped, eyes wide as she tugged his hair and forced his head back.

"No! C'mon, don't do that. I wanna kiss." Dylan chuckled as he took hold of her hips and used his abdominal muscles to flip them over, making her straddle his waist. He pushed his hands underneath her dress, feeling her warm thighs beneath his palms.

"Fine. Give me a kiss then." She whispered as she lowered her chest down to his, holding his bearded jawline in her hand and guided his lips to hers.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief through his nostrils as his lips finally connected with his wife's. He pressed his fingertips to her thighs underneath her dress, loving how soft and smooth her skin was. Her fingertips traced over the scruff along his jaw as she started to slowly move her hips, rubbing herself over his manhood. Dylan moved his thumbs up along her thighs to flick over the straps of her panties then hooking them underneath the thin lace.

"Take these off for me?" Dylan mumbled into their kiss, running the length of his thumbs over her hips. He reluctantly removed his hands from inside of her dress as she stood up over him, feet on either side of his hips as she shimmied out of her underwear and kicked it off of the bed.

Dylan reached up for her hips again, grabbing her bare skin beneath her dress and tossed her to the top of the bed. He pulled off his own shirt as his wife rustled around in the sheets, getting comfortable then he crawled between her legs again. He held his weight on his hands as he dropped his head down, kissing and sucking along her neck. He hummed into her skin as she twisted her fingers in his hair, keeping his lips against her neck while she hooked her ankles under his backside to keep him close.

"I know we fooled around in the shower last night, but it feels like it's been forever since I've felt you next to me like this." She breathed out as she moved her fingers from his scalp, down his shoulders and over his bare biceps.

"I'm right here, sweetheart." Dylan muttered into the crease of her neck as he moved to lace his fingers with hers, pinning her hands over her head against the pillows.

"Be closer." She wriggled in his grasp a little, fingers gripping at his while her knees pressed to his sides.

"You have to let me go a little for that, sweetie." Dylan laughed softly with a shift of his hips between his wife's tight gripped knees. He pressed his forehead to hers, letting her bite at his bottom lip as he continued to keep her hands above her head.

"Dylan?"

"Yes, my love." Dylan mumbled as he place soft kisses all over her face. Between her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, chin and finally her lips.

"If it's only ever the three of us -"

"Then I'll still be the luckiest man in the world. Coming home to you and Mellie is the best thing that has ever happened to me. If it doesn't happen for us again, then that's just fine. I've got my girls." Dylan smiled softly, untangling one of their hands to hold her face and thumb at her cheekbone.

"But we can still try?"

"As much as you want." Dylan grinned with a lick of his lips.

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marie-swriting · 1 year

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Et Ça A Duré - Dylan O'Brien

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Résumé : Quand tu rentres en cinquième, tu fais la rencontre d'un garçon qui parait aussi seul que toi, mais tu ne te doutais pas qu'il serait la personne la plus importe pour toi.

Warnings : Fluff, sentiment de solitude, mention de grossesse, dites-moi si j'en ai loupés d'autres.

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Contrairement à ce que l'on pourrait penser, la vie est dure à 12 ans. Surtout quand tu n'as personne à qui parler. Ta timidité t'a toujours empêché de te faire des amis. Tu n'arrives pas à aller vers les autres et ils ne viennent pas vers toi car ils ont déjà un groupe. Tu as l'impression que tu ne pourras jamais être intégrée dans ce collège de Los Angeles. Tu te sens souvent seule, mais avec le temps, on s'y fait, pas vrai ? Enfin, c'est ce que tu te répète pour te rassurer.

La rentrée en cinquième est aujourd'hui et tu mentirais si tu disais que tu n'as pas une boule au ventre. À chaque rentrée, tu as peur que le professeur vous demande de vous présenter. Tu détestes parler devant la classe. Tu as toujours l'impression de paraître ridicule.

Comme tu t'y attendais, pendant que les autres se retrouvent et parlent de leurs vacances, tu attends dans un coin de la cour, seule. Tu regardes quelques groupes d'amis et te dis qu'ils ont de la chance d'avoir des gens sur qui compter. Tu aimerais que ça soit ton cas aussi.

Tu continues à regarder autour de toi quand tu vois un garçon dans son coin, également. Son visage ne te dit rien du tout et il n'a pas l'air de connaître grand monde ici. Peut-être que c'est l'occasion d'aller lui parler ? Tu as bien remarqué que ne faire aucun effort n'amenait à rien. Tu devrais essayer d'aller le voir, même si vous ne vous parlez plus après, au moins, tu aurais essayé et ça serait déjà une bonne chose, non ?

Tu prends une grande respiration et te dirige vers le garçon. Il a des cheveux bruns, un nez en trompette et plus tu te rapproches de lui, plus tu distingues des grains de beautés sur son visage, ça le rend mignon. Tu t'arrête quand tu es face à lui et lui souris timidement.

- Salut, je m'appelle Y/N, dis-tu nerveusement.

- Je m'appelle Dylan.

Tu avais un espoir qu'il continue la conversation. Tu comprends que c'est à toi de le faire.

- Tu es nouveau ?

- Oui, j'ai emménagé ici il y a un peu plus de deux mois, t'informe-t-il. Tu es nouvelle aussi ?

- Non, j'ai toujours vécu ici.

Et un nouveau blanc prend place. C'est vraiment dur de faire une conversation quand tu ne connais pas la personne.

- Tu habitais où avant ? demandes-tu en espérant que la conversation dure.

- Dans le New-Jersey. C'est très différent d'ici.

Tu crois que tu as utilisé tout le quota de sociabilité que tu avais. Tu ne sais plus quoi lui poser comme questions. Tu es très embarrassée, tu savais que c'était une mauvaise idée d'aller lui parler. Tu n'as jamais réussi à te faire des amis avant, pourquoi ça changerait maintenant ?

- Tu sais, si tu veux aller retrouver tes amis, je comprendrais, te dit Dylan en jouant nerveusement avec ses doigts. Ils doivent sûrement t'attendre.

- Ne t'inquiète pas pour ça, ça ne risque pas.

- Ça te dirait si on se mettait à côté pendant les cours ? propose-t-il et tu souris.

- Je veux bien.

Comme convenu, tu t'assois à côté de Dylan pendant que votre professeur vous explique ce que vous allez faire dans son cours cette année. Tu es contente de voir que ça s'est bien passé avec Dylan. Certes, vous n'avez pas eu une grande conversation, mais ça ira sûrement mieux après. Tu ne veux pas avoir des attentes trop hautes, mais tu aimerais sincèrement devenir amie avec Dylan. Il a l'air d'être un garçon gentil et attentionné.

- Pour que vous apprenez à mieux vous connaître, je vais vous demander à tour de rôle de vous lever et de dire quelque chose sur vous comme votre prénom, âge, hobbies et d'autres choses si vous le souhaitez, ordonne le professeur avec un sourire.

En voyant le regard que te lance Dylan, tu comprends qu'il pense la même chose que toi. Il ne veut absolument pas faire ce que le prof vient de vous demander. Vous attendez votre tour avec beaucoup d'appréhension, mais c'est à vous trop rapidement. Tu pries pour que ça finisse vite ! Dylan est le premier à prendre la parole.

- Je m'appelle Dylan, j'ai douze ans et j'adore le Baseball.

- Quel est ton équipe préférée ? Questionne monsieur Walker, intéressé.

- Les Mets.

- Bonne équipe, mais pas aussi bien que les Dodgers, le taquine le prof. Au tour de ta camarade.

- Je m'appelle Y/N, j'ai douze ans également et j'aime dessiner, bégaies-tu.

- Tu dessines quoi ?

- De tout, je n'ai pas vraiment de préférences. J'essaye encore de trouver mon style.

- Très bien, te sourit-il. Allez, au suivant.

Finalement, ça été moins pire que ce que tu pensais. Monsieur Walker sait vous mettre à l'aise et tu penses qu'il est le genre à voir tous les bons côtés en vous. Il n'a pas l'air d'être le genre de prof à rabaisser, tu sens qu'il va essayer de faire ressortir le meilleur en vous.

Pendant tout le reste de la journée, tu apprends à connaître Dylan de plus en plus et tu deviens moins timide, tout comme lui. Tout compte fait, tu as peut-être trouvé un ami. Tu espères que ça durera car il à l'air d'être quelqu'un de génial.

Et ça a duré. Dylan fait parti de ta vie depuis quatorze ans maintenant et tu es tellement reconnaissante à la vie pour l'avoir mis sur ton chemin. Depuis que tu l'as rencontré, les choses se sont facilitées, tu es devenue moins timide avec le temps et tu as réussi à te faire d'autres amis, même si ton amitié avec Dylan reste la plus importante de toute.

En parlant de Dylan, tu le regardes venir vers toi avec un grand sourire. Il était sur un tournage pendant quelques mois, mais il est de retour depuis quelques jours, pile à temps. Une fois proche de toi, il s'assoit à tes côtés sur le canapé et pose sa main sur ton ventre rond. Votre petite-fille semble avoir senti la présence de son père car elle te donne un coup de pied.

- Hey, mon bébé. C'est papa, dit-il avec une voix toute mignonne. Ton papa est rentré pour te voir naître. Papa est content de voir que tu l'as attendu pour pointer le bout de ton nez.

- Papa n'est pas obligé de parler de lui à la troisième personne, le taquines-tu.

- Mais papa va continuer à parler de lui à la troisième personne parce qu'il sait que maman trouve ça mignon, même si elle veut montrer le contraire, te contredit Dylan en souriant.

- Je t'aime, idiot, lui dis-tu.

- Je t'aime aussi, Y/N.

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dylobilysmomg · 3 months

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Motel Fever

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟯.𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗽𝗻𝘃, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗢𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁: 𝗦𝗻𝗮𝗽 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗜𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀

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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗗𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻’𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗳!

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I groan from beside Allison, taking a look at the disaster coach calls a motel.

“I’ve seen worse.” Scott says, and I scoff. “Where have you see worse?” Stiles replies, rolling his eyes. I pull my jacket closer to my body, trying to shield myself from the wind the storm brings.

The track team circles up as Coach speaks up. “Listen up! The meet’s been pushed til tomorrow.” There’s a groan that comes from just about all of us in unison at that. “This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of…degenerates like yourselves. You’ll be pairing up, choose wisely.”

Me and Allison walk up and grab a key from Coach, checking out the number and practically stomping to our room. Scott and Stiles close behind us.

“And I’ll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!” Coach shouts as everyone makes their way to their rooms for the night.

“I can’t believe this. How much you wanna bet we wake up to a cancelled track meet tomorrow.” I complain, approaching our motel room, which is oh so conveniently right next to Scott and Stiles’ 𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.

I stop at the door, waiting for Allison to unlock it, but she’s taking her sweet time chatting it up with Scott. Stiles whips past me, brushing my shoulder.

“Hey Stiles, will you and Scott do me a favor and keep the moans down tonight. I would rather not listen to you two get in on while I get my beauty sleep.” I taunt him, leaning against the door, burning time while I wait for Allison.

Stiles halts his actions of unlocking his door to turn to me, “Didn’t you hear the coach, Y/N? ‘𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.’ Or is that word too big for you? Need me to dumb it down?” He jabs and I scoff in his face.

“Oh I heard him all right. I just wonder if you did.” I counter, watching as he scoffs, tongue poking out to glide over his teeth.

“We’ll be quiet, Y/N/N. Besides, I don’t want to interrupt your beauty sleep; God knows you need it.” He says, and before I can come up with a comeback, Allison is coming up behind me and unlocking our door.

Scott passes us both and bypasses Stiles into their room, “Sleep tight, Y/N.” Stiles sneers before disappearing behind Scott.

I join Allison in our room, shutting and locking the door behind me. “I hope you don’t kick in your sleep, or someone’s gonna sleep on the floor tonight and it won’t be me.” I say, looking at the single bed in the middle of the dreary room.

“About that…” Allison says, her face already completely giving away what she’s about to tell me.

“Allison,” I warn her, and she trots in front of me with pleading eyes. “Would you do me a huge, huge favor and switch with Scott tonight?” She begs, and I’m completely and utterly in shock.

“You cannot be serious. You want me, to share a room, a 𝘣𝘦𝘥, with 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴?!” I try to wrap my head around the idea of having to survive a night with Stiles Stilinski. Yeah right, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.

“Yeah, no, no way in hell!” I shout, hands flailing in the air. “Have you even met me?!” I ask, baffled that she’d even think that I’d ever agree to such a thing. “I mean? have you even met Stiles?! I can’t stand him for more than a few seconds, let alone hours!” I exclaim.

“Then don’t stand him, sit on him instead.” Allison says, the tone in her voice suggestive. I scoff, “Yeah right, me and Stiles? Never in a million years.” I say, the idea completely out of the question.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife! You guys just need to fuck and make up.” Allison tries to convince me, and I’m trying to deny the pit in my stomach that tells me she might be right.

“Allison you’re crazy. There’s no tension between Stiles and I.” I answer, rolling my eyes. “Oh please, Y/N! Please, please, pleaseeeee!” She begs, not backing down.

I groan out, “Alright! Alright! But you owe me big time for this.” I finally give in, and Allison pounces onto me to give me a tight hug.

“Y/N you won’t regret this, I’m texting Scott now.” She says giddily, and I change into my pajamas while we wait for Scott.

After a few minutes, there’s a knock at our door, and I open it to reveal a just-as-giddy Scott McCall. “Y/N,” He greets me with a tight lipped smile. “Scott.” I answer, brushing passed him and out the door.

It’s dark, rainy, and cold outside. I stand in front of Stiles’ motel room, shivering in my pajama shorts and matching t-shirt. I knock. No answer. I knock again. Still nothing.

“Stiles I know this isn’t the most pleasant arrangement but it’s freezing outside, please let me in.” I plead, my teeth chattering. Still nothing. Nothing but the howling of the wind and the drops of rain.

I sigh, sliding my back down against the door, sitting down on the cold cement. I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself as I shiver.

Then suddenly, the door is pulled open without warning and I look up to see a half naked Stiles. “What’re you doing?” He asks, looking down at me as I scurry up and onto my feet. “Waiting for you to let me in, dumbass. It’s cold out here.” I chatter, pushing past his naked upper half and into the room.

The room is ice cold, not any better than outside in the elements. Stiles rolls his eyes coming back into the room and locking the door behind him.

I turn to him to ask why the heater isn’t on when he beats me to it. “Yeah, well, the heater is broken to shit so it’s not much better in here.” He answers my unspoken question. I shake my head, sitting on the bed, head in my hands. “This cannot be happening right now.” I complain, more to myself than Stiles.

“You wanna complain some more, Y/N? Since you’re so good at it.” He jabs, padding to his bag, digging through it. I scoff in response, and it’s then that I look up and take real notice of him frame. 𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦?

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He says, pulling me out of my daze. “Whatever, get some other desperate girl to be your paparazzi.” I reply, digging into my bag for my phone charger, but it’s nowhere to be found.

Stiles goes into the dinky bathroom to change, coming out to me huffing and puffing. “What is it now?” He asks irritated, emerging from the bathroom in plaid pajama pants and a navy blue t-shirt. “I think I left my fucking charger at home.” I groan, checking my phone percentage. 12%

He chuckles, getting snuggled into the single bed and plugging his phone in, rubbing it right in my face. He turns his phone to the side, putting on some tv show. I grab my bag off the bed and drop it to the floor, “Make some room will you?” I push his feet from above the covers, and he scoots a millimeter to the side.

I curse under my breath, jumping into the bed and shoving him over some as he watched his phone. “Jeez, Y/N/N. If you wanted to get in bed with me that bad you should��ve just said so.” Stiles quips, and I pull at the cold blanket to cover myself.

“Oh please, get over yourself. You’re the last person I’d ever want to be in bed with.” I roll my eyes, getting out my phone to distract myself from him until it inevitably dies.

We’re laying shoulder the shoulder. He’s holding up his phone as he watches Supernatural, and before long my phone is dead.

I set my phone on the nightstand to my right, then turning over to lay on my left side and watch his show. My face is millimeters away from his broad shoulder, and he turns his head to me, peering down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, attention split between me and the phone. “My phone died, and I like Supernatural.” I say, my eyes flick from the screen to him.

“You like this? Scott hates it.” He says, turning his face back to his phone. Is he starting a normal conversation with me? What universe is this?

“Of course Scott hates it, he hates all things 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭.” I say, wiggling magic fingers in his face. He chuckles, “Yeah, guess it’s too close to home for him. I like it though, I like to think we’re like them.” He says, comparing him and Scott to Sam and Dean.

“So which one are you? Sam or Dean?” I ask, giggling. “Which one do you think I am?” Stiles ponders, his attention fully turned toward me by now. “Definitely Sam,” I answer confidently, “he’s my favorite.” I add, my eyes suddenly avoiding his own.

There’s an awkward silence for a moment before Stiles breaks it. “Awe, so you like me more than Scott?” He pokes fun at me, and I roll my eyes. “In your dreams, Stilinski. I wouldn’t be caught dead with you unless the situation was dire.” I counter, rolling over to my back, his phone long forgotten.

He turns it off, setting it on the nightstand on his side. “See that’s where you’re wrong.” He says, and the tone in the chilly room shifts. He sits up to almost hover over me. His face the closest it’s ever been to mine, and I can’t help but flicker my eyes from his to his lips and back again.

“I think you wanted this. I think you want me.” He says, voice huskier and hushed. “Stiles…” I can’t think of a witty response, I can’t think about anything besides his lips, and how impossibly close they are to my own.

“Say it. Tell me, Y/N.” He demands, a veiny hand dipping under the covers to slink down my thigh. My mind is running a hundred miles a minute, short circuiting.

“Awe, fuck it.” I whisper, more to myself than him, closing the gap between us. Our lips connect in a searing kiss, and my hands shoot up to his neck, pulling him down to me.

He growls into my mouth, moving to now completely hover on top of me, my legs instinctively opening to make room for him. His arms prop himself up over me, and my hands explore his body, moving to slide up and under his shirt. I slowly push up his shirt til his sits up, pulling it off in one swoop.

He’s so fucking hot. My hands dance along his slightly defined abs, speckled like his face. “Like what you see?” He taunts, leaning back down over me to assault my neck with his lips. “Oh, bite me.” I snip, and he nips at my throat in response.

Stiles trails his nimble fingers up my shirt, but I stop him, pushing his chest until he’s off of me. I push him over to his back, straddling his waist to be on top. I settle myself into his lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I pull my shirt up and off my body, revealing myself to him. The cold nips at my now half naked frame, nipples perking up and gossebumps cover my body.

I shiver a little, “It’s so cold in here, Stiles.” I whisper, and he snakes a hand up my waist and all the way up to my neck, pulling my face down to his. “Don’t worry, baby,” He whispers seductively, “I’ll warm you up.”

Our lips meet once again, tongues fighting for dominance. I grind down into his lap, his boner prominently poking me beneath his pants. He moans deliciously into my mouth as I do so, hands slipping into my shorts, groping my ass.

I moan as he rocks me in his lap, “God, why did we wait so long for this?” I whispers, looking up at me with those auburn eyes. “Because we hate each other.” I answer breathlessly.

“I could never hate you, baby.”

Then he’s forcefully pushing me back over, hands dipping into the waist band or my sleep shorts, pulling them and my panties down in one go. He places a palm on each of my knees, spreading my legs apart. I’m now fully bare and at his mercy.

I moan in anticipation as he methodically kisses up my thigh, getting close and closer to my dripping heat. He then brings a finger to swipe through my folds, my slick covering his digit as it glistens. “All this and I’ve barely even touched you.” He taunts me.

“Stiles please,” I beg, but he’s not ready to give in just yet. “Please what? Use your words.” He says huskily. “Please Stiles, please touch me.” I plead.

Stiles licks a stripe through my folds, sending shivers sound my spine. His mouth attacks my heat, his tongue working wonders. Stiles is like a starved man, feeding on anything and everything he can get his hands on. Feasting upon me. He sends me over the edge almost immediately. My hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair til my knuckles turn white.

Stiles detaches his lips from my clit, sitting up to his knees and standing up off the bed. He drops his pajama pants to the ground, before zipping over to his bag to retrieve a condom from it. He rushes back over to the bed, pulling his boxers off in an instant, kneeling onto the bed in front of you as he rolls the condom into his think length.

My fists grip the bed covers, watching as he lines his swollen tip with my entrance, teasing me with it. “Stiles,” I moan, and he slides himself in completely.

He hisses as he does so, burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck, Stiles.” I moan out breathlessly. Stiles thrusts are hard, his rhythm unbearable. “Yeah, you like that?” He whispers, leaning down to me ear. His voice deep and husky, full of lust. His lips dip down to nip at my throat. “Yes, Stiles.” I moan, and I feel him smile against my kiss peppered skin.

“Awe, fuck.” Stiles drawls out into my ear, sitting up to his knees, still fucking me, his rhythm perfect. “Say my name.” He orders me, his hands gripping my hips as he pistons into me. I can barely take it.

Of course I do as he says. I moan his name, eyes rolling back, my mouth hung wide open as moans spill out of me. He slides a hand to my cunt, his thumb moving to circle my clit. He watches with hooded eyes where we meet as he fucks me senseless.

“Say it again.”

“Stiles.”

“Again.”

“𝘖𝘩 Stiles.”

“Yeah, you getting close? Do I fuck you that good? Say it.” He seethes, his dirty words rattling in my head. I’m breathless, the cold room now unbearably hot. “You fuck me so good, Sti.” I moan, the ball in the pit of my stomach tightening with every touch of his. His hand gripping my hip. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. His thumb pressing to my clit.

“Yeah? You like that, baby.” I can’t take it anymore. “Stiles,” I moan, my limbs restless, I can’t stay still. “Tell me.” He says, leaning down over me to envelope my lips in a wet, searing kiss. I moan as he parts, “I’m gonna cum, Stiles.”

“Then do it.”

I obey his every word, my release washing over like a wave. My back arches into him, and Stiles buckles down, chasing his nearing high. I’m just about to tell him I can’t take it anymore when he cums, spilling into the condom. His brows furrowing and his mouth agape. He lets out the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard, I never want it to stop.

He pumps a few more times, riding out his high. “Oh, fuck.” He whispers, slowly pulling out of me. I moan as he does, partly in pleasure and partly in pain. I’m sore now, I can’t even imagine how sore I’ll be tomorrow.

Stiles gets up from the bed, he quickly discards the condoms and pulls his boxers on. He pads to the bathroom, and I lay there for a minute not sure of what to do. I close my legs and watch as he comes back with a damp rag.

He comes back to me, kneeling on the bed in front of my closed legs. “Open.” He says, placing a hand on my knee to pry them open once more. He cleans me up, and I’m completely and utterly in shock. Did he really just do that? What have I been missing out on?

When he’s does, I sit up so our faces meet, and I peck his kiss swollen lips. “Thank you.” I whisper, and he hums in response, kissing me once more.

As he goes to the bathroom to put the rag away, I gather my scattered clothes from the floor, and I’m slipping them on as he comes back, hopping back into the bed.

It’s at this point that I’m not really sure what to expect now. Are we never gonna talk about this again? Are we just gonna hate each other and fuck on the side? I’m nervous to get back in bed with him.

“Come here.” Stiles mumbles, laying his arm out for me. I crawl into bed, snuggling into him. “Do we still hate each other?” I whisper. He says nothing, reaching om his other arm over to his nightstand.

“Here.” He says, handing me his phone charger.

!𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙎!

“Jesus Stiles, turn it off.” I grumble, his alarm blaring in my ears. Stiles is dead asleep, how he’s able to sleep through his excruciating alarm? No idea.

I reach over him to grab his phone, hitting the snooze button. But before I put it down I see a text from none other than Scott, at 12:31 AM.

𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙘𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨

𝟏/𝟐𝟕/𝟐𝟒

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katsu28 · 2 years

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can i request a stiles imagine where he gets the reader mad and she ignores him and he spends all day trying to get her to forgive him

this request has literally been sitting in my inbox for months, i’m so sorry it took so long!! hope you like it <3

cold shoulder

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

summary: see request!

warnings: swearing as always but i think that's pretty much it

masterlist + taglist

(gif from google, credit to owner)

It was just another morning in Beacon Hills. You were driving to school like you always did, when you saw a familiar figure with a head of brown hair hurrying along the sidewalk.

Smiling, you pulled over and rolled down your window, calling Liam’s name. His head whipped in your direction, recognition dawning in his blue eyes when he saw that it was you trying to get his attention.

“Need a ride?” You offered, tilting your head at him. Liam hesitated, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but then closed it, nodding and hopping into the passenger seat. You made sure he was buckled before pulling back out onto the road.

“Thanks.” He said quietly, shifting his backpack on the floor between his feet.

“No problem.” You replied. “So, what’d you do last night?”

“What? Nothing.” Liam blurted. “I didn’t do anything last night. Just homework. Really boring, actually.”

If there was one thing you knew about Liam, it was that he was a god awful liar.

“Yeah? What class?” You played along, despite your growing suspicions.

“History.”

“Liam, you didn’t have any history homework last night. Mr. Yukimura was out sick, all of his classes had a sub.”

“Oh.”

“What did you really do last night?” You sighed, glancing over at him with a pointed look.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to say.” He muttered, hunkering down in his seat.

“You don’t think? Who told you to say that?” You asked incredulously as you pulled up to a red light, which gave you the opportunity to aim a glare over at the younger boy. He shifted uncomfortably under your pointed look. “Liam, I swear to god—”

“I went with Stiles to spy on Theo, okay?” He blurted. “He’s gonna be so mad at me, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

Liam was with Stiles last night? That couldn’t be right. “No, Stiles told me he was having a movie night with his dad last night.”

“Well, he wasn’t. He dragged me out to the preserve for the whole night, and Theo didn’t even freaking do anything. I didn’t get home till after midnight, my stepdad was pissed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. He grounded me for two weeks!”

“No, I meant you’re sure Stiles was with you?”

“Again, yeah, I’m sure.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, because if Stiles had been with Liam last night, that meant he’d lied to you about missing movie night. And if he’d lied to you so effortlessly this time, what else had he lied to you about throughout your relationship?

“Uh, Y/N?” Liam’s hesitant voice drew you out of your thoughts. “The light’s green.”

Your eyes refocused on the road ahead to see that the light was in fact green, foot pressing down on the gas as you finished out your drive to school with Liam in awkward silence. As soon as you shifted into park, he was scrambling out of the car with a mumbled ‘thanks for the ride’ before hurrying off, presumably to get away from you as quickly as he could.

You on the other hand, remained frozen in the driver’s seat, mind running through every possible reason you could think of for why Stiles had lied to you. Stiles never lied to you. Your honesty with each other was one of your favorite things about your relationship with him—the fact that no matter what, you’d always tell each other the truth.

What had changed? Was it something you’d done?

You barely heard the first bell ring through your muddled thoughts, but you gathered yourself, grabbing your bag and heading inside.

Usually, you’d stop off at your locker to unload some books, but you remembered that Stiles always waited for you there so you could walk to your first class together. And right now, he was the one person that you definitely didn’t want to see. For sanity’s sake, you needed to avoid him the best you could until you sorted out how you were feeling about him lying to you.

So you beelined for chemistry, sitting in your usual seat and praying that some other student would come sit next to you so you wouldn’t have to face Stiles yet.

Your prayers were very much not answered when you spotted Stiles and Scott making their way into the classroom right as the bell rang again.

“Hey, babe!” Stiles chirped, sliding into the empty seat next to you. He leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek like he always did, but you turned your head, causing him to faceplant into your shoulder. “Uh…okay. Did you get my texts last night?”

You shifted your body away from him, busying yourself with rummaging through your bag for a pencil instead of answering him. Of course you got his texts, but now that you knew he was lying about what he was doing, his i love you and see you tomorrow, sweetheart texts just left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Y/N?” Stiles’ voice held a tinge of concern now. “Is everything okay?” You ignored him still, looking straight ahead at the board as Ms. Finch started writing your lab for the day on the board. Stiles shared a confused look with Scott behind your back at your actions (or lack thereof).

“What’s wrong?” Scott mouthed, eyes flitting from your set jaw to Stiles’ bewildered gaze. Stiles merely shrugged. He opened his mouth to voice his confusion at your sudden aloofness, but Ms. Finch’s sharp voice had his eyes snapping to the front of the room.

“Listen up, you guys, today we’re going to be doing another lab, so I need everyone to find a lab partner or I will find one for you!” She announced, looking around the room of students before her. “You have two minutes to pick your partners, so go now and quickly.”

Fuck.

You and Stiles always paired up for labs, him claiming that it was your undeniable chemistry with each other that allowed you to earn top marks on them. And if this were any other day, your heart would do a little dance in your chest at his sweet words, but it wasn’t just any other day.

And maybe you were overreacting, but you didn’t really care right now. All you knew was that you didn’t want to work with him today.

You shot up from your chair as soon as you saw Stiles turn to you out of the corner of your eye, still avoiding eye contact with him as you made your way across the room and settled next to another student.

“Dude, what did you do?” Scott asked incredulously, sliding into your old seat next to Stiles.

“I don’t know!”

“Well, you obviously did something, or else Y/N wouldn’t be avoiding you like the plague.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Stiles huffed, frowning as he racked through his brain to try and figure out why you were— “Oh. I fucked up.”

“What happened?”

Stiles dragged a hand down his face, letting out a strangled groan. “I lied to her. Told her I was watching a movie with my dad last night, but I was really in the preserve staking out Theo.”

“How did she even find out?”

“I don’t—Liam. I bet he told her, that little shit! Control your Beta, dude!”

“How is this my fault?” Scott exclaimed. “You’re the one who lied to your girlfriend!”

Stiles was about to shoot back a sarcastic response (as usual), but was cut off when Ms. Finch started going over the lab instructions. Instead, he glanced over at you, taking note of your scowl and growing increasingly more guilty by the second.

He needed to fix this. Fast.

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Your attempts to avoid Stiles were successful until you were exchanging books at your locker afterschool.

You’d only made it this far by pure luck—spotting him a split second before he spotted you and taking a different route to class, stepping behind a taller student in the hallway, even so much as ducking into the bathroom when you saw him coming just so he would have to move on eventually.

It was safe to say that you were in quite the hurry, wanting to get your things and get home before he tried to corner you again.

“Y/N.” Stiles’ voice from right next to you made your jaw clench. You refused to look at him, instead passive aggressively (or really just aggressively) shoving a textbook into your backpack. “I know you’re ignoring me, and I deserve it, okay? I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Still silence from you. “Look, can we just talk about this instead of you being mad at me and icing me out?” You slammed your locker shut with a loud bang, fixing him to the spot with a glare before turning to walk away. Before you could get far, he grabbed your arm gently, turning you back to face him. “Babe, please—”

“You’re a liar, Stiles. We said we’d be honest with each other from the start, and I trusted you to keep your word, but you’re a fucking liar.” You snapped, wrenching your arm out of his grip. He opened his mouth to respond, but you shook your head. "I think I deserve the right to be mad at you for once.”

“I didn’t tell you because I was trying to protect you.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” You scoffed. “I’m part of the pack too, I don’t need you to protect me all the time, okay? I can take care of myself just fine.”

“I know that, baby, trust me, I do,” He sighed, dragging a hand through his already messy dark hair as he tried to figure out how to express his thoughts without sounding like a jackass. “I just—this is different than the shit we’ve dealt with in the past. It’s not that I don’t think you can handle yourself, because I know you can. I’ve seen you in action. But this…Theo’s different. I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m scared for us.”

“It’s okay to be scared, Stiles, nobody could face the stuff that we have and not be scared out of their fucking mind, but I thought we were a team. Finding out that you lied and went off on with Liam instead of me made me feel like you didn’t want my help anymore. That you’d found someone better and were gonna leave me in the dark from now on.”

Your anger had dissipated now that you knew Stiles wasn’t just ditching you for shits and giggles.

His expression softened instantly, and he took your hands in his, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles as he pulled you closer. “I would never ditch you for anyone else. Especially not Liam—god, do you know how much of a little shit that kid is?”

A giggle erupted out of your mouth at that, giving Stiles the courage he needed to tug you flush against his chest. With his lips pressed against your hair, he murmured out a promise he intended never to break ever again.

“I swear on my life that I won’t lie to you ever again, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. Mostly.” You sighed, looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up to look at him.

“Mostly?”

“You still owe me a movie night, Stilinski.”

“Oh, definitely,” Stiles let out a relieved laugh, smiling down at you. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“I was thinking we could have a romcom marathon?”

“Anything except that.” Your elbow jabbed into his ribs. “Ow, shit—no, I’d love that! So much.”

You smiled innocently. “That’s what I thought.”

“Of course.”

“Because you did say anything I wanted.”

“Did I? I don’t remember saying that.”

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Love in the Spotlight

Characters: Dylan O'Brien, Reader, Tyler Posey

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Word Count: 702

Inspiration: “This sounds a lot like a marriage proposal.” “Maybe it is.”

Since they met five years prior on the set of Teen Wolf, Dylan O’Brien and y/n l/n had been inseparable. They were always together and when they weren’t, they were probably face timing or texting one another non-stop. So when their relationship evolved to a status of way more than friends no one was really shocked.

And this was their first Comic Con as an out in the world couple.

“Are you nervous?” Dylan asked, his fingers gently running through her hair.

“A little,” she raised from his lap to meet his gaze, “You?”

“No more than my first time” they softly laughed, taking their last couple of minutes to relax on the couch.

“Everyone get ready you’ll be on stage in 10”

Dylan stood up and extended his hand to y/n, “Ready?” She just grabbed his hand and they got ready to enter.

“An applause for y/n!” The fans clapped and whistled as she walked into the stage with the biggest smile on her face and waving at them. She got to her seat and Dylan pulled out her chair for her before settling into the one beside her. His hand remained on the back of her chair while they clapped for the rest of the cast to enter the stage and make their way to their seats.

“Well, by now most of you know the rules but I will repeat them just in case. Everyone will be able to ask a question, our team will let you know when it’s your turn. Be respectful to the actors and the other fans that are here with you. And most importantly of all, have a good experience,” everyone clapped as the moderator took their seat.

The panel started smoothly, with the cast answering questions about their time on Teen Wolf and sharing funny stories from the set. Dylan and y/n sat side by side, occasionally exchanging loving glances and smiles, making the fans go crazy and already think of the edits they would do later.

“Y/n,” the girl in question took her attention away from Dylan and looked at the fan with a soft smile, “what was the most memorable moment for you during your time on Teen Wolf!”

“Well,” she looked around thinking for her second, “there were so many incredible moments on set, just the opportunity of being on this show with all these amazing people is as memorable as it gets,” everyone chuckled waiting for her to continue, already guessing what she was going to say next, “but if I had to pick one, it would be the day I met Dylan. It was the start of a beautiful journey, not just in our careers but in our lives. That moment was truly special.”

Dylan, with his head leaning on his hand, looked at his girlfriend with heart eyes and reached out to softly kiss her on the temple to which she responded by grabbing his hand and closing her eyes for a moment. The fans in the audience cheered loudly at the sweet moment between the two actors.

As the Q&A session continued, another fan stepped up to the microphone and asked, “Dylan, can you tell us what your future plans are? Both in your career and personal life,”

“Great question first of all, I’ve had some incredibles experiences in my career, and I hope to continue working on projects that excite me and that mean something to me. But when it comes to my personal life,” Dylan paused for a moment, looking at Sophia with a twinkle in his eye, “I do hope to see a big flower arch in my near future.”

The fans started whispering after his response, “Does that mean what I think it means?” Tyler Posey asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes it does.” Dylan said with a goofy smile on his face and eyes glued to y/n’s surprise face totally ignoring the screams from the fans.

“This sounds a lot like a marriage proposal,” Sophia said with a hint of a smile on her face.

“Maybe it is,” Dylan whispered in her ear before kissing her forehead, “you will have to wait and see.”

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writernusratsultana · 2 years

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the one huntress that matters

ও a study (read: ramblings) on allison argent in light of the news that according to the 2023 teen wolf movie, allison is alive...with absolutely no repercussions for it??

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Allison Argent will always hold a special place in the land in my heart that Teen Wolf occupies. If you look her up, you'll find articles on why she was and is one of the most important female characters in the history of teen dramas. I agree. I agree with it all.

She was not a black-and-white one-dimensional character. She was layered and complicated, someone we were all conflicted about: What is she doing? Do we support her? Is she good or bad?

Allison entered as the archetypal pretty new girl, unaware of anything supernatural. The hero's love interest, and nothing more. I thought she was pretty but didn’t give her much agency.

The show clearly had another plan for her. Over the course of the first season, it became clear that she had her own storyline, separate from Scott's, which is hardly ever seen in such shows. She no longer had to use “love interest” as her crutches. We saw her becoming a talented archer and a conflicted hunter, targeting her own werewolf boyfriend before ultimately accepting Scott.

Scott and Allison's romance (I blame them for idealistic expectations) was real and moving: the excitement of new romance but the undercurrents of a first love that went deeper. She became his anchor; the one that brought him back when he teetered on the edge. All he had to do was think of her. All she had to do was hold his hand to let him know she was there.

Season 2 saw Allison pick up her trademark weapon and evolve into the strong hunter we began knowing her as. She and her bow and arrow came before Katniss did (The Hunger Games released 2012), so you couldn’t compare them. We saw how far she could go, what limits she could cross. Unaware that her mother died trying to kill Scott, she was manipulated into thinking that a rival werewolf pack was responsible for her mother’s death.

Her mother's death started her downward spiral—something that was completely fresh and unexpected in a teen drama and wholly fascinating to see in a lead female character. Instead of breaking down, Allison used her anger as a weapon, pulling away from Scott and hunting down the rival pack, shooting arrow after arrow into teenagers until she was stopped by her stunned father.

We watched her, a human, fight werewolves that were stronger than her, using her training, her daggers and arrows, to make them bleed. Her transition from a sweet and pretty love interest to a strong and dark warrior was a change that all us fans were enthusiastically cheering for. Teen Wolf was setting milestones in their character portrayals and breaking stereotypes, setting an example for all media ahead.

Season 3 became Allison's redemption arc. She needed to atone for the wrong she'd done. And so, she broke up with Scott and became completely independent—another move that made her different from other teen female leads, especially back then. She was making her own choices and telling us that we could too.

We saw Allison become less confident in her abilities, unsure of what she was capable of and if she could really protect her friends. Her insecurities made her more human. Despite their break-up, it was clear that Scott and Allison still cared about each other.

Lydia’s friendship with Allison also evolved. For the first time, a female friendship was given as much depth and importance as a male one. We saw Allison become more protective of Lydia. When Lydia had to meet the Alpha that was responsible for biting Scott and killing Allison's aunt, Allison accompanied her, ready to defend her if needed. Lydia pushed her to gain back confidence in her abilities, giving her encouragement when she struggled with archery.

In fact, the character relationships are probably the best thing about Teen Wolf. When people remarked that Allison and Stiles weren't really friends at all, the show proved them wrong: When Allison has to confront Void Stiles in season 3, she has tears in her eyes and an angry, determined expression that betrays her emotions—it is not an expression someone who isn't a friend would have. She doesn't even have to verbally say anything.

Season 3 was the show’s peak. Allison overcomes her internal struggles and is able to protect her friends without worrying she will hurt them. At this point, I was completely invested in the main gang. I was rooting for them to make it through. I was rooting for Scott and Allison to get back together despite the introduction of Kira.

Here, Allison was at her high point. Fierce, loyal, caring and sweet. She had emerged as one of the strongest female characters on the show whose role wasn't reduced to being the love interest, and it made history. Her story wasn't merely connected to Scott’s nor was it there just to support him, nor was it always impacted and affected by him. Her storyline was her own, and that's what we all loved. We loved her.

Which is why the entire fandom blew up when Allison died at the end of season 3. It was the first time I broke down over a character death on a TV show.

It's important to note where Lydia was at the time of Allison's death. She and the real Stiles could not see what was happening; they were in a tight passageway so narrow Lydia could touch both walls if she stretched her arms. The scene that followed was remarkable in its depth. Where once Allison was so unsure of her abilities, here she was, using her bow and arrow to destroy the Oni.

When she realized that an Oni was about to kill Isaac, you see her nocking an arrow and pointing it at the shadow warrior. And then you see her visibly take a deep breath. She's both steadying herself and assuring herself that she can do it. That she can hit her target. That she can save her friend. It was amazing—it made her so human. She was not perfect, just like the rest of us.

And it hits. The arrow goes right through the Oni. And in that brief moment, her face lights up. She did it. But she doesn't see the other Oni that promptly avenges his fallen mate. And she is run through with his sword. I screamed when that happened. No, no, no. No, she'll live. She'll survive that. She will.

The scene cut to Lydia with an unconscious Stiles. The moment the sword went through Allison, Lydia stiffened and gasped. And she screamed Allison's name. The scream was bloodcurdling, both terrible and ultimate.

But wait. Lydia is inside. She didn't see Allison get stabbed. So how did she know? You could say it was banshee powers. Intuition. But as the viewer, you realize that Lydia felt the sword. It was as if she had felt the sharp pain Allison must've felt. Could you imagine losing your best friend that way?

But Lydia is not the only one who breaks. Scott comes running just in time to see the Oni drag his sword back out and vanish. Allison collapses into his arms. The blood that stains her lips looks like crimson lipstick. You can see the struggle in Scott's eyes, the helplessness, the shock: like he can't process that the girl he has always loved from the very beginning of the show is now dying in his arms. It was something not even we, as fans, had seen coming.

And then Allison says something. "I love you," she says to Scott. "I love you, Scott McCall."

Why was this so important? One, because Allison and Scott are not together. And yet she says this. Second, one thing I've always loved about Teen Wolf is that not everything is verbal. There are meanings underneath what they say on the surface. This is a show that treats its teens in a more mature way than you see in most teen shows.

So when Allison said "I love you," to Scott, it wasn't just a romantic love she was talking about. She truly loved him. As a person. She had always loved him just as he had always loved her (fun fact: this line was not in the original script. Crystal Reed had come up with the line herself, against the producer's wishes. She too believed that till her dying breath, the one person Allison Argent had always loved was Scott).

Everything about this scene was brilliant and beautiful and top-notch for what you'd normally see in a teen drama. It wasn’t sappy. It wasn't overdone or underdone. I loved that they emphasized the friendship between Allison and Lydia—two female characters—just as much as they had emphasized the lovers. Because yes, Allison's death took something away from Scott. But it also took something away from Lydia. When I think about Allison's death scene, it is Lydia's reaction that stands out most in my mind, despite her not even having witnessed the death like Scott did.

Allison's death was almost historical. MTV put up a website that was designed as her memorial. All you saw were fans posting about how much Allison had inspired them. Entertainment websites and blogs waxed poetic about why Allison was such an important TV character and why her loss really was a loss.

It was especially sad because Jeff Davis had not originally planned for Allison to die. In fact, in his plan, Allison actually lived and he had envisioned her and Scott getting back together and eventually getting married (give me a moment while I cry about this forever). Allison's death was a result of Crystal Reed's decision to leave the show to pursue other roles.

Of course I wish she hadn't made that decision. The entire fandom wished it. It is true that Allison’s death marked the beginning of the show’s fall, its downward spiral and shaky foundation. Ever since her death, the show was unable to keep itself steady, mostly due to the high character turnover. Characters entered and left as if everybody was a guest star instead of the main cast.

They began introducing a plethora of characters with immense potential, just for the show to never expand on them, or for the actors themselves to leave.

The worst blow came when the show wrote off Arden Cho, the only, might I add, Asian character in the main cast. Kira Yukimura was a kitsune, a fox spirit. She had no control over the kitsune inside her—rather, when she was in battle, the fox spirit rose up and controlled her instead of the other way around, and Kira didn’t even know it.

This created so much potential for her. How could she help Scott and be a part of his pack if she couldn’t control her powers? What if the kitsune completely took over? What havoc would she wreak, especially with a sword in her hands and her powers in tow?

But just when her story was building up to an exciting crescendo, Arden Cho revealed that she would no longer be part of the show come season 6. The writers had cut her out—their excuse was “too many characters to keep track of.” It was a slap in the face to fans who had invested in Kira the same way they’d invested in Allison. Now, just like Allison, Kira would be leaving, and she didn’t even get a proper goodbye.

Yet, the show chose to keep irrelevant characters. They were introducing unnecessary male characters instead of expanding and building on the characters they already had. We were all confounded when after giving that reason to cut Kira out, they announced that a new cast member would be joining—“a hunky, sexy lacrosse player who gets drawn into the supernatural world.” At this point, we already had way too many “hunky, sexy” boys. It was ironic how the show that complained they had “too many characters” was now introducing a new face none of the fans wanted, when they could’ve spent that energy developing Kira.

But one thing Teen Wolf did that I loved that was very unlike typical teen dramas was that they didn't brush off Allison's death nor did they ever forget that she was such an integral part of the show. In other teen dramas, when characters die, the show tends to find a quick replacement and move on without looking back. Teen Wolf did the opposite.

For example, the fandom was pretty angry when Teen Wolf didn't give Allison a funeral and instead jumped right back into trying to save Stiles. But upon thinking about it, I realized that they did it to reflect the situation: the truth was that none of the teens had any time to process Allison's death—they had to rush to save Stiles before Void Stiles caused anyone else's death.

This is why, at the end of season 3, the scene where Scott sits alone at the kitchen table staring into space until his mother arrives and he suddenly breaks down crying in her arms, hits that much harder.

Teen Wolf has always done well with nonverbal scenes and I loved this one. Without any words at all, we understood who Scott had been thinking about. That was both a testament to how well we had grown to know Scott over the span of the show and to the writers of the show.

We thought that after season 3, Allison would never be mentioned or thought of again. But we were wrong. In the 5th season, the gang attends a “senior scribe:” a tradition where seniors write their initials on a bookshelf in the library decorated with the initials of previous seniors.

Scott writes his initials. Pauses. Then, right underneath his initials, he writes, “A.A.”

The fandom went crazy. It was so endearing. With that simple—again nonverbal—scene, Scott proved that he would always love Allison. He would never forget her. She too would’ve been with them, taking part in this tradition, if she were alive. It was lovely and it hurt.

In season 5, the fans celebrated Crystal Reed’s return. She would be guest-starring in one episode as Marie-Jeanne Argent, a woman who bravely killed a beast who turned out to be her brother, Sebastian.

When Sebastian and Scott are facing off, Sebastian is winning. Ready to serve Scott the killing blow, he digs his claws into the back of his neck: however, in doing so, he is immediately immersed in Scott’s memories.

And who did he see? Allison. What did the fans see? Flashbacks of Allison, who we thought we’d never see onscreen again. Disoriented at the visions, Sebastian stumbles back, whispering his sister’s name: “Marie-Jeanne?”

That quick moment gave Scott the time he needed to save himself from the blow that would’ve killed him. Though dead, Allison had saved Scott’s life yet again.

The fandom went wild. This was the best tribute the show could’ve given and nobody had been given any warning. The show had not revealed that they’d be doing anything like this. It was the second tribute they'd given her despite it being two years since her death, and it was beautiful.

The fact that the show understood the value of its female characters (with the exception of Kira) and makes sure to remember them is something I have not witnessed in any show. Allison was the perfect flawed character. Teen Wolf will always be special for their deft handling of their characters and the amazing way they turned an actress’s desire to leave into something beautiful.

So while I am elated that Crystal Reed is back for the movie, the fact that they brought Allison back, alive, after I've finally gotten over her death—has me in doubt. I wonder if it doesn't negate all these beautiful moments, the growth the characters and the fandom has had because of her death. Because then, what was the point?

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kaylinlmfao · 1 year

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Welcome

My name is Kaylin, I'm 19, and I'm in love with Ethan Landry. I love to read, write, and bake. I'm bisexual and single.

This is pretty much just my rules and fandoms. My masterlists for different fandom's will be on this page. This is mostly a smut blog. Minors DNI. If anyone needs someone to vent to, message me. I'm here.

I only write fem or gender neutral reader

Fandoms and people I write for (starred and bold is the main fandom I am in at the moment but you can still request others!)

Masterlist in progress I promise

*Scream - Ethan (fucking love of my life I love you so much ill write anything for him I swear), Tara, Sam, Mindy, Anika, Chad, Quinn, Kirby, Sidney, Dewey, Gale, Billy, Mickey, Stu, Tatum, Amber, Jill, request others

Outer Banks - JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Topper, John B, Pope, Rafe, Ward, request others

Shameless - Lip, Fiona, Carl, Debbie, Ian, Mickey, Mandy, Veronica, Kevin, request others

The Hunger Games - Young Snow (fucking loml number 2 fr), Katniss, Gale, Johanna, Finnick, Peeta, Haymitch, request others

The Turning - Miles

The Goldfinch - Theo, Boris, request others

Ginny and Georgia - Maxine (fem reader only), Georgia, Zion, Paul, Ginny, Abby, Marcus, Norah, Brodie, Hunter, Press, request others

IT 2017 - Eddie, Richie, Bev, Bill, Stan, Mike, Ben, request others

MCU - Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Val, Agatha, Scarlet Witch, request others (I'm a little hazy on the boys)

The Umbrella Academy - Five (loml number 3)

Decendants - Mal, Ben, Evie, Audrey, Uma, Harry, request others

Teen Wolf - Stiles, Void Stiles, Theo, Scott, Liam, Lydia, Malia, Brett, Kira, Allison, Kate, request others

Harry Potter - Anyone just request

Celebrities - Billie Eilish, Finn Wolfhard, Sadie Sink, Millie Bobby Brown, Jenna Ortega, Sturniolo Triplets, Maya Hawk, Ethan Hawk, Elizabeth Olsen, Dylan O'Brien, Thomas Brodie Sangster, Holland Roden, Eminem, request others

American Horror Story: Tate Langdon, request others

Do Revenge - Max, Eleanor, Drea, Tara, Russ, request others

I'm open to writing anyone and anything from these fandoms but you can also request things from other fandoms not listed above. I may have to watch the show or scenes before writing, but I will complete all requests, questions, imagines, oneshots, drabbles, and series based off of your request. Just request it, let me know what you want, and I'll do it

What I will write

Smut. This will mostly be a smut blog so please, minors DNI

Romantic/Platonic Headcannons

NSFW/SFW Headcannons

Yandere (my fave thing to write)

Angst

If whatever you're thinking of isn't on the list, that's ok. I don't have any hard no's so just request and I'll decide if I'm comfy writing it. Thanks. Feel free to request if you have an idea that you'd like to see be written! Also, if you'd like, you can message me for whatever! :)

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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hi! can i get a stiles blurb?? maybe injured and angsty? 😭

“Ow…ow…ow…ow, motherfuck—shit.”

You feel your eyes roll as you help the dramatic and rather needy patient settle onto your bed. “Baby, I told you to stay home—”

“Yeah, and I said no fucking way,” Stiles retorts quickly, huffing a stray hair from his eye before flopping onto the mattress. “See? I’m fine.”

You release him and step back, arms crossing as you offer a teasing scowl. “Right. A wrist brace and an angry letter from Coach are a clear indication of you being fine.”

To this, he waves his right arm into the air, the dark bandage wrapped around his hand not as intimidating as he had made it out to be. “It’s just a sprain, okay? Not a big deal.”

“Yeah, okay. Is that why you were crying?”

His expression falls. “I was not crying. I was just disappointed for my team cause they’re gonna miss me.”

“Uh-huh. So, what’s with all the ow-ing?”

He blinks. “I wasn’t ow-ing, I was just…I said wow. You know, like wow, get a load of that ass.”

You so badly want to scoff at him, but you feel the flush in your cheeks as he smirks victoriously, reaching his good hand out to loop around your hip and pull you onto the bed.

He noses under your jaw, lips ghosting just below your ear as you feel your breath hitch. “Missed you,” he murmurs softly, his mischievous intentions now abundantly clear. “Did you miss me?”

Your lashes fall shut as his mouth travels down the curve of your throat. “Did I miss the constant bad jokes and sarcasm? No. No, can’t quite say that I—”

His teeth find your skin, pulling deviously as you gasp. You feel him grin to himself as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your top and for just a moment, you forget why you were so peeved with him in the first place.

“What was that?” he asks when you whimper at the practiced way his palm sweeps across your hip. “Did you say something?”

“I…you…this isn’t…” You aren’t making any sense and you’re so furious with yourself for letting him distract you like this. “Stiles…Stiles—”

“Yes, Princess?”

You swallow. He’s a sadistic prick for using the one nickname you can’t help but fold to. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” His head rolls, tongue traveling up your pulse point as his hand moves up toward your chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you called me over?”

Your fingers scratch down the soft brown hairs at the nape of his neck, knees deep in the mattress to brace yourself as you straddle his waist. “No, I…I called you over so I could…so I could take care of you—”

“You are,” he nearly purrs. “Promise you are. Always take care of me. Make me better. S’making me better right now. To feel you. To hear you—”

“Stiles—”

“What? Don’t you want me to get better?” The rough pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple as you swallow a gasp. “Hm?”

“I…” You exhale a shaky breath despite yourself, working desperately to find a response. “You…I just—”

“Words, Princess.”

But you don’t have any words. You don’t even have any thoughts in your head as you feel his touch travel down your stomach and toward your sweatpants, slipping beneath so casually that you could be fooled into thinking this was always his plan.

Which…to be fair, it probably was.

“Stiles,” you try again, a strained whisper as you bury your face in his neck. “Please…”

You hear him chuckle. Feel it, too. And you’d roll your eyes if it were any other moment, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how to play you like a fucking violin. You’re nothing but his toy and this is proven when he leans back to meet your eye.

“Say it,” he demands, fingers still just below your belly button. So close yet infuriatingly far. “Say it…and I’m all yours.”

You roll your lips into your mouth, your brain fighting your body on what it wants versus what it needs. “You…thought you were meeting Scott—”

“He can wait.”

You swallow a whine at the resolution in his voice. His determination to put you first. “You need to rest. You need to get better—”

“I am.” He leans closer, eyes falling to your mouth as you struggle to remain indifferent. “This is how I get better.”

“Stiles—”

“What?” He pulls his lip between his teeth to suppress his smirk. “Come on, Princess. Thought you wanted to take care of me. Yeah?”

Your eyes close as you nod faintly, his nose brushing yours as your walls begin to fall. You know the rest of the group is waiting for him. Know the doctor told him to take it easy. Know that he has plenty of other things to do besides you.

And yet knowing does absolutely nothing to stop you from grinding down into his touch.

He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch. But it sounds desperate and excited and your stomach churns.

“Say it,” he whispers again. “Say it, baby, come on. Please say it.”

Your chest begins to heave. Your dad will be home in half an hour, and he already forbid you from seeing Stiles once and you don’t imagine you want him to do it again and you really need to get off of him and take him home and tell Scott he’s on his way and tell his dad that he’s okay and make sure Coach isn’t too upset and—

“I need you,” you hear yourself say before you can stop it. “Please…please, Stiles. I just…I need—”

He kisses you. Finally, and fervently, and it’s everything you’ve wanted since the moment he climbed through your window fifteen minutes ago and crashed to the floor.

And he’s everywhere. You know nothing else but him and his fingers and his touch as he makes your cunt his personal plaything. As he tastes you, as he talks to you, as he lays you down on your stomach so he can ruin you from behind.

And with your face buried into the pillow and his tongue buried in you, you realize maybe he was right.

He makes you better, too.

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babyflorencee · 4 months

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Ignored ignorance

Merry Christmas!!

Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Stiles' and I had gotten out of an adequately heated argument a couple of hours ago. He was infuriated with me because he thought that I was flirting with another man when I wasn't. So I've been ignoring him ever since. Now I'm not mad at him because he wrongfully accused of something that I didn't do, and would never do. But, I'm mad because he screamed at me nonstop for an hour before talking it out with me first.

It was currently midnight, and I was in the guest bedroom because I didn't want to be anywhere near him. I was on my phone texting Lydia when I heared a faint knock on the door. Knowing it's Stiles, I put my phone down, pretending like I'm sleeping. "Y/n?" I hear him whisper, trying to quietly open the door but failing miserably.

"Y/n, I know you're awake."

I just ignore him, trying to pretend like he isn't in the room. A couple of minutes go by and I'm just about to drift off to sleep when I feel the bed dip and an arm loosely wrapped around my waist. He put his mouth against my ear and whispers, "I'm so sorry, my love. Please come back to bed." His apology was so quiet I could just barely hear what he said.

I still don't say anything. I always end up caving in but I don't want to this time. He can't yell at me like that and expect me to forgive him so easily. "Y/n, I know you're awake. Baby please, I can't sleep without you beside me." He whines, but I still ignore him.

I feel him tighten his arm against my waist, pulling me into his chest and nuzzling his face into my hair, pressing light kisses all over my head. "I need you." And with just those three words, everything he did was completely forgotten.

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sweet-pea-channie · 2 years

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Pretty Little Fangs - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (smut)

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!vampire!reader

Words: +5,2k

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), teasing, deepthroating, car sex, public sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be better than that!), riding

Requested by @moumouton4: Basically it's Stiles who has a girlfriend who is a vampire and like all vampires she has fangs and she knows from an event that Stiles is turned on by the sight of her fangs and so sometimes she gets them out and smiles at him just to turn him on "playfully" during a class, during a game, in the canteen and even at Derek's house for the pack meeting until he gets tired of it and looses his cool( smut if you want )

AN: I’ve never written anything that involved vampires, and I also never watched anything with vampires like Vampire Diaries or Twilight. So don’t judge me if I got something wrong. I had to research a lot :D But luckily, I’m a huge Supernatural fan. It took me a while to write it, thanks to another writer’s block, but here you go! :)

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"Okay, and why don't we just go and-"

"And what? Ask politely if they would stop attacking us?" interrupted Derek as you stood around the table in the vet clinic. Once again, the Alpha pack had surprised you as you spent another evening at Derek's to figure out how to deal with them. But before you had a plan, Derek's alarm system went off and the entire pack was downstairs in the compound, once again demanding to see Derek and to see you. Why you were so interesting to the Alpha Pack was a mystery to everyone. After all, you were anything but a werewolf.

"How old are you again?" asked Derek, annoyed.

“17.”

"And for how long?"

"For two months," you reply with a slight shake of your head. "Do you think I would voluntarily spend my whole youth that could last up to god knows how many years in school forever? Once I graduate, that's it."

"Isn't that what all vampires do?" asked Peter, who was once again unwanted in the mix. Fortunately, he had ducked into a corner and was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Don't you live in wolf dens?"

"Okay, can we please stop this? I don't live in wolf dens!" grunted Peter, pushing himself off the wall and coming closer to you. Stiles' gaze met yours with a proud grin. After all, he had told you about how he had approached Peter about it while the rest of you were in the bank looking for Boyd and Cora.

"Okay, and now maybe we can focus on how to convince the alphas not to kill any more of us?" asked Scott in a raised voice, looking at all of you somewhat disappointed. This was something serious, after all, and once again you couldn't resist egging each other on.

"Sorry," you mumbled, pressing your lips together. "But let's be serious now. They want something from me that I can't understand why. Why can't I just go up to them and ask what they want from me? Why are they so desperate to have me in their pack? Vampires are not made to live with werewolves. I have my nest, I'm provided with everything I need there."

"I'm strictly against it," Stiles interjected, raising his hand upward. "Who else?"

Of course, you sighed. No one could ever give you a good reason why you couldn't go to the Alphas.

"Y/N, just because you're immortal and have stronger superpowers than us doesn't mean they can't still kill you," Scott replied, agreeing with Stiles.

"I don't think werewolves are going to pull out a machete and chop my head off."

"That's pointless," Isaac countered, leaning against the medicine cabinet behind him. "If she wants to go so badly, just let her go."

And oh my, did that plan backfire. Of course, no one wanted you to make your way to Deucalion alone, but no one could stop you anyway. Of course, the next day Scott noticed that something was wrong with you, and so he followed you, without you noticing, into the vacant building where you had found Boyd, Cora and Erica.

To sum it all up quickly, yes, you were right. Werewolves do not bring a machete to a fight between werewolves and a vampire. Instead, they brought a knife, soaked in dead man's blood, that had incapacitated you for a while, while Kali crouched on the ground in front of you, stroking your cheek with her claws. "You are worth so much more than you think."

The alphas disappeared without even giving you a decent answer, and Scott ran out of his hiding place to help you. Your thoughts were conflicted when you saw him. Annoyed that he didn't trust you and always had to follow you around, but on the other hand relieved that he was there to help you.

There was no real cure for dead man's blood. Your body had to heal from it alone. Drinking human blood would speed it all up, but if you told your father now that you needed another transfusion today, even though you had just gulped one down yesterday after he got off his shift from the hospital, he certainly wouldn't help you. After all, you had brought this on yourself. He already had to make sure the hospital didn't notice if he took home multiple blood transfusions for the whole family.

"I called Stiles to come pick you up. I can't very well drive you home on my bike like that. And I don't think your parents are going to be thrilled to see you like this now, are they?" he asked, helping you back to your feet.

You nodded and put your arm around his shoulder, so he could transport you out without you putting much weight on him. It was already dark outside, after all, it was always safest for you to go out when it was dark. Scott set you down against the wall of the house and walked a little further along the curb toward the street to check on Stiles. "How long will it take to get the blood out of your system?" asked Scott as he turned back to you.

"Could be a couple of hours," you replied, pressing your lips together until you felt the sharp tips of your fangs, which, thanks to the blood inside you, didn't retract as usual. "So it’d be the best if no one would see me now."

Scott nodded and looked back out at the road, where he could see the lights of Stiles' Jeep in the distance. Stiles put on the brakes when he finally arrived at the old bank and jumped out of the car while the engine was still running. "Are you all right? Is everything okay? What the hell happened? What are you doing?"

"Everything's fine, Stiles. Just a bit of dead man's blood. It's gonna come out of my system soon," you replied, reaching out your hand for him to help you up. But Stiles suddenly stopped without moving and stared at you motionless.

"What's wrong with your teeth?" he asked under his breath and kept staring at your fangs.

"They don't retreat, side effects of the blood," you mumbled as you tried to stand up on your own after he didn't really want to help you. And as if he suddenly understood what was going on again, he sprinted to you and helped you get into his car. You didn't really know why he was acting that way, but it all made sense when you were back at school a few days later.

It happened at school. Lydia once again had no appetite for the not-so-delicious food in the cafeteria, and so she decided that you would have another day of getting sandwiches from the little café across the street. So Lydia had one arm wrapped around yours and the other around Allisons as you made your way out through the school halls.

Immediately you recognized his voice among the dozens of strange voices. Once again, Stiles couldn't stop talking. He was still far away from you, you couldn't see him yet. He was probably standing with Scott at his locker, which was around the corner from you.

“I’m telling you man, her fangs, they just... I don’t know, something is just happening to me when I see them. It’s like they’re turning me on. And even though she was in so much pain the other night, I couldn’t stop looking at them and I couldn’t stop wondering what they’d feel like on my skin.”

“You mean her biting you?!”

“No, no, no. Well, I mean, maybe she could just nibble a bit, you know. As long as she won’t sink her teeth into my skin, I think we’re good.”

“You’re having wild fantasies, man.”

“But I know that she’d never do that. She’s too scared that she’s going to bite me. So just looking at her fangs is enough for now.”

"What's going on?" asked Lydia when she noticed you weren't really paying attention anymore. You finally walked past the hallway that led to Scott's locker, and there you could see the two of them. Stiles was standing next to Scott, who had his head buried deep in his locker, while Stiles couldn't stop talking about your fangs. You didn't even know he was that turned on by them. But one thing you were sure of, you were definitely going to take advantage of that now.

It was actually a normal Thursday, except for the fact that yet another lacrosse game was coming up. Allison and Lydia didn't want to go with you, so you were forced to spend yet another game next to Noah and Melissa. After all, you promised Stiles you would watch every game. You didn't really mind. The fact of seeing a sweaty Stiles with strands of hair stuck to his forehead made him that much more attractive.

Stiles was finally substituted in the last quarter after having to spend the first 45 minutes on the bench, and he gave it his all for the last 15 minutes.

You were up by three goals and the last two minutes were on the clock when Stiles came closer and closer to the opponent's goal with the ball in the net. His father was already screaming his name in excitement, while everyone around you was already cheering. And who would have thought it, Stiles actually managed to get you another point. His teammates ran up to him and threw themselves at him, while his gaze went in your direction. Proudly, you smiled at him and knew that now was the perfect time. As you smiled at him, you extended your fangs and embellished your vampire smile. Stiles' mouth dropped open abruptly, and he ignored his teammates around him as he struggled to come to grips with what was happening.

He didn't know why you did that, but of course it turned him on all at once. His breath quickened and his heart raced. All he wanted right now was for the last minute to be over as quickly as possible, so he could run to you.

Scott slapped Stiles on the helmet to get him back in the game, having noticed that Stiles zoned out for a second. Stiles shook his head and concentrated for the remaining seconds until the game finally ended.

The students who had been watching the game ran onto the field and celebrated the victory with the players. You apologized to Noah and Melissa and made your way to the field where all the students were standing. You lost sight of Stiles when you finally got to the field; he was lost in the crowd. But you didn't have to look for long, because he had already found you.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. You startled, not having seen him coming, and let out a soft gasp as you slammed into his chest. "Stiles."

Stiles' hand immediately reached around and was now on your lower back, pressing you even closer to his sweaty body. His lacrosse jersey had long been removed, and he was only wearing the tight-fitting gray undershirt. Your hands were on his chest and pushed your upper body back a little, so that you could look at him completely. And as you had feared, a few strands stuck to his forehead again, while the others stuck up wildly. You ruffled a hand through his damp hair and rested your hand on the back of his neck.

"I'm all sweaty," Stiles said, rolling his eyes.

"I don’t really care at all," you countered.

Stiles' right corner of his mouth pulled up, and within a second he had his other hand on your cheek and pulled your face to his. He wasted no time and kissed you directly with an energy he never usually did in public. His tongue found your lower lip directly and asked for entrance. You opened your mouth a little wider and moaned softly as his tongue met yours.

"Guys! Get a room!" someone shouted next to you. You sighed and flicked the person off without even seeing who it was.

Stiles broke away from you and bit his lower lip as he continued to look at you intently.

"What was that for?" you asked him, playing with the little hairs on the back of his neck. You could feel exactly how the little hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he got goosebumps on his arms.

“Just wanted to celebrate the win with my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend,” he replied and placed another kiss, this time a gentle one, on your lips. “I gotta go back to the boys. But will you be at my place once I’m coming home?”

You nodded and pressed your lips to his one last time, and then pushed him into the crowd with the others. He turned once more and winked at you before turning around, tripping once over his own feet, and then joining the boys.

“So the items or concepts used to increase one's economic influence are called what?” Coach asked while walking from left to right in front of the class. "Stilinski!"

"What?" asked Stiles, who had just not been paying attention and looked up from his notepad.

“Items or concepts used to increase one's economic influence are called what? Come one Stilinski, that’s an easy question! Get it wrong, and you’re benched for the next five games!”

“But Coach! Our next game is the most important one!” Stiles complained, nervously searching his notes for the right answer.

“Well then, I guess you better have the question!”

You couldn't take it from the beginning, and had already taken out your cell phone and quickly texted Stiles the answer as a message. It's capital. Capital is the answer. ;)

Stiles' phone, which luckily was out in front of him, lit up and your message appeared right on his screen. "Um, it's capital."

Coach was already ready to yell at Stiles and bench him for the next five games. In fact, he had his back turned to the class and was walking toward the blackboard while mumbling to himself. But when he heard the correct answer, he turned abruptly and stared at Stiles in confusion. "That's right, Stilinski."

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief and turned to you. You sat two rows behind him on his right. He mouthed a simple thank you and smiled at you. You winked at him and smiled back, but instead of your normal smile, you showed him your fangs again. Stiles widened his eyes and quickly turned back to look ahead. If you didn't know why he reacted like that, you'd definitely be confused. But luckily, you knew what it was doing to him.

With your head down, you chuckled to yourself for a moment, thinking about how you could continue to drive him up the wall before he would do something about it.

After class, Stiles and you headed to the lunch break, where you would meet up with the others as usual. Since the weather was nice as usual, you waited outside by one of the picnic benches for your friends. Stiles was already sitting on the bench while you leaned against the table and waited for Lydia. After all, she had promised to bring you something to eat the day before.

The break went on as usual. Isaac spent it making stupid and unnecessary comments while Scott tried to reason with him. Stiles sat across from you and stared at you the whole time while you talked with Lydia and Allison.

"What?" you asked when you finally noticed him looking at you the whole time.

"You have something in your teeth," he said, pointing to his own to show you where, "right there."

"You mean here?" you asked, opening your mouth as you ran your tongue over your incisor. And of course you took the chance again. Before you had opened your mouth, you extended your fangs and showed them in public in front of Stiles.

Stiles gulped and had to pull himself together to not show his emotions using his gestures. "Mhm," he agreed without really talking and nodded.

"Is it gone?" you asked, running your tongue over your teeth once more.

He shook his head and pressed his lips tightly together. He could already feel the sweat forming on his forehead. Why you were showing him your teeth all the time, he couldn't explain.... except...

"Oh god," he muttered and stood up. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the table. Lydia cried out briefly as you were yanked away all at once, and looked at Stiles in shock. You shrugged as Stiles pulled you farther and farther away from the group, and only got the same shocked look back from Lydia that she had already given Stiles.

As soon as you were away from your friends, Stiles pushed you against the wall of the school, where you were far away from everyone else. "You're doing this on purpose!"

"What?!" you asked faithfully.

"You heard me, I know it. You're doing all of this on purpose!"

"Stiles, I'm afraid I still don't know what you're talking about," you replied while showing him your teeth once again.

Stiles grunted and put his head back. “You need to put these pretty little fangs away or else-”

“Or what?”

“I can’t promise for you to walk properly the next few days.”

It always turned you on a lot when Stiles told you exactly what he was going to do to you, or when the dominant side of him came out. Nothing was more exciting than that. And so you couldn't wait until school was finally over.

You were both in his Jeep on the way to Stiles when this feeling came over you. You couldn't wait until you were home, and so you risked everything. You looked at Stiles while he had his left hand on the wheel and his right hand casually resting on his lap. So you grabbed his hand and pulled it over to you. Stiles smiled at you briefly and then focused back on the road.

First, you played with his fingers and gently stroked each finger with your index finger. You could already see that goose bumps were spreading on Stiles' arm. Next, you took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips to place a kiss on the back of his hand. Stiles hummed softly beside you and pressed his hand against your lips again for you to place another kiss on his hand. However, as you did so, you opened your mouth slightly and thus Stiles' fingers touched your teeth and not just your normal teeth, but your fangs.

Stiles jerked his head to the side and looked at you with a look you couldn't identify. So you took a step further and opened your mouth even wider. Stiles' pinky was now right between your teeth, and he watched you very closely as you carefully nibbled on his pinky.

Stiles had to concentrate hard to look ahead again at the road, after all, that was all he had ever imagined that you would include your fangs in your lovemaking. And when you nibbled lightly one more time, Stiles jerked his hand back and clamped down on the wheel with it while now indicating well above the speed limit.

Not a minute later, Stiles stopped the car in a small driveway in the woods, where hopefully no one would see you. He stopped the engine and pulled the handbrake before reaching for your wrist and pulling you slightly over the console. A soft gasp escaped your lips, darkening Stiles' eyes.

"I warned you."

"I know," you whispered, pressing your lips together as you waited to see what Stiles was going to do to you now. He put his other hand on your cheek and pulled you even closer to him, finally placing his lips on yours. The kiss was directly full of energy, he wasted no time and to show how much he wanted you right now.

To give you a better grip, you placed your right hand on his thigh and gripped it tightly once. Stiles gave a short moan and broke away from your lips to see what you were doing. You smiled seductively at him and kept moving your hand up until your palm was now over the distinct bulge in his jeans. Stiles licked his lips before biting his bottom lip and sitting down a little further in his seat.

You pressed your lips on his again while you continued to stroke him through his pants and could feel exactly how his penis twitched and became harder and harder in your hand. Stiles already had one hand around you and his palm was on your back, pressing you closer with it. The other hand found its way to your clothed chest, where he tried to pinch your nipple through the shirt and bra.

His tongue was already fighting with yours, and again and again a soft moan escaped your soft, plump lips. You detached yourself from his lips and looked at his jeans, where his dick was already clearly visible through the fabric. Already missing your lips, Stiles pressed several sloppy kisses to your neck while you went for the button on his jeans.

He found your sweet spot and sucked and licked on it until you couldn't stop moaning. It distracted you so much that you couldn't concentrate on freeing his dick from his pants. So Stiles did that for you. Hastily, he opened the rest of his pants and pulled his erect penis out of his boxers. One look at his dick was enough for you. Pre-cum was already leaking from his tip.

You couldn't wait any longer and wrapped your hand around his erection. Stiles hoisted briefly, again and again he had to get used to the fact that you had ice-cold hands, but that was quickly forgotten, as you licked all the way from the base to the tip where this big and pulsating vein was staring right at you.

Your tongue was swirling over the tip of his penis, trying to savor the taste of it, but Stiles couldn’t get enough of you. You could feel him pushing your head down onto his erection to finally wrap your lips around his dick. “Please, stop teasing.”

“I’m not teasing,” you mumbled against his dick, the vibration of your voice sending another wave of emotions through his body.

“Then just suck it.”

“As you wish,” you whispered, and wasted no more time. As you slid him into your mouth, another hiss left Stiles’s lips. Taking your time to get used to his length, you kept one hand at the base of his cock, while your mouth worked on the upper half. You were trying to get as much in as possible. You stroked the part of him that wouldn't fit with one hand and fondled his balls with the other, so that no inch of him was left neglected while you pleasured him with your mouth. Simultaneously sucking and stroking on him, Stiles grabbed your hair, leading you down farther onto him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You couldn’t hold back the moan that was trying to slip out, and you could feel him twitching in your mouth. Stiles couldn't have been shy about his sounds if he'd wanted to - he panted and moaned in time with your motions, especially on the few occasions you slowed your pace to pay special attention to the sensitive head of his cock, circling it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck, taking my cock like a champ. You want some more, huh?” Stiles grunted and pulled at your hair, so you were looking up at him while you were still sucking his cock. Saliva was running down your throat, and Stiles couldn’t think of something that was more beautiful right now than the sight of your lips wrapped around his penis.

“I asked you a question.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and saw Stiles’ eyes darken. Suddenly, he was jerking his hip up, hitting the back of your throat once again.

“Open up wide for me.”

As told, you opened your mouth wide for him and let him fuck your mouth. Your hands were on his knees, trying to keep you in place while Stiles was fucking your mouth like there was no tomorrow. But Stiles had to stop himself, he wanted to make sure to give you the same pleasure. He grabbed your head and pushed you off of him, immediately missing the warmth of your lips and mouth.

You were licking your lips and wiped all the fluids from your mouth with the back of your hand, while you kept looking at Stiles, waiting for him to give you orders.

“Backseat now.”

You did as told and crawled into the back seat. Stiles followed you and made sure you had enough room by pushing the driver's seat forward a bit before he sat down next to you and pulled you onto his lap. His erection was still free of clothes, and you could feel him right between your bodies. Automatically, you began to move your hips on him, causing friction that made you moan. Stiles leaned in and kissed you, desperate and needy, and you almost immediately let a moan slip from your mouth and into his.

Meanwhile, he worked on your shorts, opening the button and the zipper before his hand slipped past your underwear. You gasped as you felt his fingers right between your folds, gathering all the slick. “You’re already so wet for me,” he hummed against your lips.

“Please just take it off,” you begged. Stiles wasted no time and helped you to take off your shorts, but he stopped at your lingerie. A smirk was set on his lips as his fingers deftly pushed your panties to the side, teasing your entrance with two of them. “Is this all from me?” As the words left him, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your skin, lips against your shoulder, slowly making their way to your neck.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back to give him more access, trying to grind against his fingers. “Please, Stiles. Want you,” you whined, desperate to have anything from him at the moment, but mostly you just wanted to ride him already.

“You want me what? Have to be specific, babe,” he said, slipping the tips of his fingers in a bit, just barely giving you a taste of what you were craving so much at the moment.

“Want you in me, Stiles. Just need you to fill me up please,” your words were breathy and desperate, and Stiles’ grin was wide. Without warning, he slid the two digits in, thumb brushing against your clit.

The pace at which he slid his fingers in and out of you was slow and torturous. With your knees buckling, you let go of your shirt to grab a hold of his shoulders and leaned your head against it, voice cracking as you spoke again. “Not- Not your fingers,” you gasped.. ”I need your cock, please, Stiles.”

He let out a light chuckle against your neck, slowly withdrawing his fingers. A whine left your lips as you felt his fingers be replaced with the tip of his dick sliding against your entrance and as he started to push into you, you slowly let yourself sink down onto him.

“Oh god, Stiles,” you wailed, pulling away from him and tilting your head backward. “Stiles, fuck, you’re so big.” There were tears in your voice, and Stiles had to bite the inside of his cheeks to ignore the forming smile.

Stiles pulled his face away, his head once again thrown back against the backseat as moans escaped his mouth, “Fuck, gorgeous. You’re always so tight,” his words burn through you as he slowly fills you up all the way. But he couldn’t wait to be buried deep within you. So with a harsh thrust he was balls deep, a loud gasp filled the car as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady you. He moaned when your tight walls swallowed his cock. Using his thumb, he played with your clit as he rocked his hips slowly to build up the pace.

And that’s all the permission you need as you start to drag your hips across his, the tip of his dick nudging your walls. You moan out when he starts to thrust up into you ever so slightly.

“You’re taking me so well,” Stiles murmured as he laid his head down on your cleavage and lightly nibbled your skin. He built up the pressure with his thumb on your clit and could feel you clenching. Stiles knew he wouldn't last long like this, he loved it when you rode him. Thank god, did your strength allow you to have the stamina for this.

"Oh god, Stiles," you moaned. The pressure in your belly was increasing, and you could feel your orgasm slowly approaching. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep going like that, babe,” Stiles groaned, placing his lips faintly on top of yours. “Shit.”

Feeling his member twitch, you heard him say “Fuck Y/N I’m close. Can you cum for me?” Tightening around him, you moaned “Stiles I’m gonna cum.”

Your heartbeat raised, your cunt tightened into something that made it so easy for him to spill. “Sti- Stiles, Oh fuck-” your sentence was ruined by a moan, your body shaking as your mouth remains open.

You felt my orgasm hitting you like a brick. Cumming all over Stiles’ cock, you had to push his hand off of your clit, the feeling getting too much for you.

Under you, Stiles moaned, his face scrunched up as he could feel his release at the edge of him. Your cunt closed around him as you were riding out your orgasm, clinging to his cock, and your lips captured his as he moaned into your mouth. One last clench of you and you had him. He spilled everything he had for you inside your tight walls, and you absorbed the lustful moan he always gave you when he came.

Slowly, you came to a stop and sat on Stiles for a while, while you caught your breath. The beads of sweat on Stiles' forehead showed how intense it was just then. The windows were also slightly fogged, no wonder with the rising heat in the car. You could feel him softening inside you, but Stiles kept you on his laps with his strong hands on your thighs.

“God, Y/N. The things you do to me,” Stiles breathed out and captured your lips softly.

“Guess we have to thank them,” you replied with a smirk and showed him your fangs again, biting on your lip with them.

“Put them away right now!” he warned you. “Or I swear to you, I’m taking you all over again, but this time on the hood of my car.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, pressing your lips against his again. “Sounds like a plan.”

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Hey love,

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Can you write where y/n is meeting Dylan’s family for the first time and she is so scared that they won’t accept or like her because is 9 years younger than Dylan and won’t be a match for him but they absolutely loved her , while Dylan was talking to his mom she told him that she is a keeper and to ask the question already because of the chemistry between her and Dylan have together 🥺🥺 plz and thank you

Description: The reader meets Dylan's parents, nervous and as afraid as she's ever been. Worried that they won't like her being with their son. Yet, they welcomed her with loving arms.

Warnings: fluff, female pronouns, age gap (9 years.)

*Thank you for the request, hope you like it and I hope you're well as well.*

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 2,370

First Person's POV

I hummed to myself as I waited in the elevator to get to the floor that Dylan and I lived on. I smiled at the ding, skipped off the elevator and made my way down the halls, I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and pushed open the door. A giggle escaped my lips as Tony ran to my feet, I swooped the dog in my arms, praising the creature and giggled slightly as I saw Dylan run over with a bright smile. I placed the dog down and hugged Dylan tightly, he kissed my forehead, gently resting his arms around my waist. Gave me his adorable, loving puppy eyes and chuckled lovingly.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" Dylan smiled softly, kissed my forehead and just continued to stare at me lovingly. I hummed softly, staring into his eyes, loving the colour that they were.

"It was good, I'm on break for the next couple of weeks, so I get to spend all my time with you. How about your day?" He placed gentle kisses across my face, still resting his arms around my waist, keeping me close to his chest as he bathed my face in sweet, compassionate kisses.

"My day got so much better when I saw you walk through the doors. I love you, sweetheart." He whispered, guiding me to the couch and letting me curl into his side once he sat down. Dylan rested a blanket over my legs, whispering compliments into my ear as he rubbed my arm up and down.

"I have an offer for you, my parents are in town and they want to meet you. So they're coming down in two days, I can cancel if you want. I don't want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable, sweetheart." He whispered softly, I curled further into Dylan's side, shaking my head at his words, definitely not wanting him to cancel plans with his parents.

"No, don't cancel, I want to meet them," I whisper, he nodded and rubbed my arm.

"Don't be nervous, they'll love you, I promise."

"I'm not nervous," I mumbled into his chest, he chuckled and picked me up, placing me on his lap. He gently got me to look at him, supporting me as I sat on his legs and fiddled with his shirt.

"I know you're lying, come on, speak to me, sweetheart. You won't offend me." Dylan waited patiently, letting me fiddle with his hands and clothes until I came clean about my fears.

"I'm just freaking out, you know, typical meeting the parents' stress. Like freaking out about if they'll like me or not, freaking out about if they'll hate me because I stole their boy or hate me for dating you due to our age gap? Dylan, I hate when people comment on our relationship, they think I'm in it for the money or that it's not acceptable for you and me to be dating because you're older. It scares me about what the most important people in your life will say about us dating."

"Sweetheart, I love you so freaking much, but you don't need to worry about them not liking you. If they do, I'll quick them out, you're the one I want in my life and if they can't see that, then they don't deserve to be in my life."

"But-" I quickly interjected, not wanting to cause any strain on his family.

"No, buts, sweetheart. This weekend is for you to be resting, I know you, I know you're gonna freak out until it's over. So, I'm treating you, extra queenie, for the weekend. M'kay?" He rested his forehead against mine, whispering softly and humming against my skin. Dylan held me against his chest, letting me listen to the beat of his heart, which was soothing and allowed me to fall into a peaceful state of mind.

Over the next two days, Dylan had been cleaning and preparing the house for his parents to come down. Every time I tried to help, he wouldn’t let me and would literally throw me over his shoulder and place me back down on our bed and continue tidying up the house. It was nice to not need to worry about making the house look nice and that he did it all but at the same time, I was freaking terrified and I didn’t want to let him down. I didn’t want to let his parents down, ignoring my thoughts, I focused on the tv and whatever was going on in the show.

Finally, the day had come, his parents were due in an hour, Dylan was finishing off with cooking dinner and sent me on an errand to get some wine. Despite that I was now legally able to drink, I didn’t party drink like a lot of others did and if Dylan and I were out with some of his friends I’d have usually 2-3 drinks over a very long period of time with food in between and during each drink that I had.

I grabbed two bottles, once I arrived home I put the drinks down and grinned at the man who picked me up and placed me on the countertop.

“I love you.” He whispered, resting his forehead on mine and then Eskimo kissed me. I hummed peacefully and hugged him tightly.

“I love you too.” He grinned, took my hands and then pulled me off the bench but still held my hands in his.

“For dessert, do you want to serve the tarts that you made? They’ll love them, they’re just as sweet as you are and I think they deserve to see what a great baker you are.” He reassured me, holding my hands and looking at the dessert that I made.

"Okay, yeah," I whispered, then walked into our room to change into something more formal, I looked to Dylan for help with my dress, he finished doing up his button-up shirt and walked to me, zipped my dress up and readjusted my bra straps before kissing my lips and leading me to the front door.

"Breathe." He whispered, I took a deep breath, smiled and kept the smile on my lips as he opened the door. His parents hugged him once they saw him, I smiled at them and relaxed into Dylan's touch as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Mum, dad, this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N." I smiled at Dylan's father, shook his hand and then gasped as his mother pulled me in for an immediate hug. I hugged her back, and then glanced at Dylan as he led us all to the dining room.

We began eating Dylan's lovely roast, I had poured the wine at the start of dinner, and though I felt better about meeting his parents, I was still incredibly nervous. I bounced my leg up and down, smiling in with Dylan as his parents proudly gushed over their boy. I felt Dylan's hand rest on my knee, he squeezed it gently and continued to rest his hand on my leg.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?" His mother asked, I smiled softly as Dylan gave my leg a comforting squeeze. I took a deep breath and started talking about what I do.

"So, I'm currently studying at college, I'm on my break for a couple of weeks."

"What are you studying?"

"Theatre and psychology."

"She got a production at the end of the month, she's the lead and has this really awesome role." I blushed at Dylan, he winked and then took my hand, holding it on the table. Dylan then looked back to his parents and started talking about what I also wanted to take an aspiration in.

"Oh, you'd have to take photos." His mother smiled brightly, gleaming at the idea.

"How'd you two meet?"

"So, I was studying late one night, there was this little secret cafe that ran until 1 am and I'm super tired, stressed out and not paying attention to anything I'm doing besides the work that I had. It was around 12, I had just finished an assignment but I needed to get the food that I ordered. So after I grab it, I sit down and then I realise, I hadn't sat down at my table but at Dylan's table. I apologised over and over again, but luckily you raised a very polite and understanding son who was very nice about it. So he offered for me to sit with him and then we just began talking about random stuff." I started to explain, and then Dylan took over, continuing with the story once he caught my nerves again.

"She made many cringy jokes, but they were cute and I found her admirable with the way she'd talk about the things she was passionate about and how much dedication she carried for things that mattered to her. It was late, I offered to take her home due to the weather outside, with Y/N being the person she is, she declined many times but she finally said yes and so I took her home during the storm. It had gotten a lot worse since the cafe and the journey to her place. So she let me stay the night, which I made sure she was fine with before settling down for the night."

Dylan continued to talk about our first meeting, he talked about how much he loved the breakfast I made him and the sugar overload he experienced an hour later, but he always said it was worth it.

"Y/N is also trying to get some money to start her own little bakery, she makes awesome desserts! Seriously, I could sleep and bathe in the stuff she creates. She is literally amazing at her craft."

"Speaking of dessert, I'll go get some." Dylan stood up with me, refusing to let me clean up the dinner plates, putting them out of my reach which was relatively easy with how tall he was compared to me.

"I love you," I whispered, he nodded and kissed my forehead before following me to the kitchen. Dylan hugged me tightly once he placed everything down. I hugged him back, feeling a little tense still and finding enjoyment in the hug.

"They're loving you, sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about. You are perfect and you don't need to worry about anything." Dylan kissed me once again and then walked back to the dining room.

Dylan's POV

Y/N was still nervous, she fiddled with her jewellery, and the hem of her shirt and rocked back and forth on her feet. I sat back down, looking over my shoulder to hear humming from the kitchen, smiling knowing it was a habit she did whenever she baked.

"Dylan, she's adorable, this girl, she's so special and I can see how much she means to you. This girl is the right match for you, don't her go, she needs to be protected at all costs and I want you to know that she is a keeper and if you let her go, you're out of the will. Pop the question soon, do it for me."

I smiled, looking down at mum's little monologue, Y/N is the light of my life and I don't want her to go, she's a part of my life and she's not going anywhere.

"I love her mum, she means the world to me and I don't wanna see her go." Y/N came back with some Portuguese Custard Tarts, she placed three down on each plate. Then sat back down and took my hand, I smiled and squeezed her hand as she watched my family eat the dessert. They both loved it, which gave her the confirmation she needed.

After a couple more hours, my parents left, praising Y/N telling her they'd love to visit again and that they wish the best for her. Once they left, she seemed instantly more relaxed.

"I love you, Dylan thank you for being the perfect guy for me." She whispered, standing on her tippy toes to kiss my lips, I picked her up and carried her around, making sure she knew that she was really loved and didn't have to worry about anything any longer.

"Of course, sweetheart, anything for you. You're my queen and I'm forever gonna make sure you are okay. I promise you that even when we don't agree you don't need to fear about me not loving you." She blushed, buried her face into the crook of my neck and giggled quietly.

"Awww, I'm glad we met, I'm glad you're sweet and I'm glad you're mine. Thank you for comforting me throughout meeting your parents, means a lot that you understood my fear and nervousness." I nodded, holding her close to my chest, making sure that she was comfortable in my arms and wouldn't slip with how I had my arms wrapped around her.

"Sweetheart, wanna cuddle in bed, I'll read another chapter of your book?" That brought an even brighter smile to her lips, I chuckled and carried her to our room, placed her down and watched her run around the room for her pyjamas. She jumped on the bed, acting like a little child and stared at me eagerly.

I chuckled once again, changed into my own pyjamas and sat down on the bed, bringing her into a cuddle with her head resting on my chest and her book in my hands. I started reading, letting her find comfort in my actions as her eyes tiredly glanced across the words I read aloud, I found her actions adorable when something happened in the book and it made her all reactive and defence against what happened to her favourite characters.

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