#stuart twombly fic

[obriengf]

17 and Stewart!! I can picture that one with him perfectly!

get cute with meet-ugly blurbs - requests closed! 17: “we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine” Note: I am very well aware that this isn't the best thing...

SEATBELT

Your vision line was impaired for a brief moment, but you could still feel his eyes on you; the way you were watched closely, your every move waited upon and calculated as if you were a puzzle that he was trying to solve. Your observations were just as canny, if not more, as you took a moment to take in your surroundings within an enclosed cabin of the subway to San Fransisco. The afternoon commute was busier than usual - passengers taking up every minuscule inch of occupancy, bodies feeding into the claustrophobia of limited seating. It was amazing how a sea of people from every platform could filter into such a small space so easily. Fresh air was non-existent and it caused your heart to thump and brows to furrow in distress. The knuckles of your right hand were screaming in pain from clutching the hanging strap too tight, and every bump the cabin passed caused your stature to falter and your footing to become unbalanced. Your time at work was bad enough as it was, but standing and waiting for a seat overtook every stressful event of your day with ease. Your eyes fluttered around for a vacant spot, but were met again with the large brown gaze that hid behind glass frames - the first time you saw them, your cheeks grew flushed, until you realised their motive. The owner, a man with matching annoyance clutching at every facial feature, was making sure that you didn't get the first seat before him. Smug bastard.

It was as if he could read your mind; his body stiffening, ready to pounce despite how his shoulder ached with a heavy bag that slung deeply. His day, too, was challenging - trying to meet quotas on a mind-blank of ideas wasn't something he often faced, yet it had been his daily norm for nearly a week. He desired to sit, to rest his legs and to take that relieving deep breath that was much warranted when the evening came. Nobody else in your peripherals was awake enough for a battle of comfort, which made this fight fit best for the quickest and most cunning.

The next stop was approaching and people began to stand as they awaited their further commute home. Your surroundings shifted, bodies repositioning as they slid around you like Tetris - confined tensions forcing your eyes closed as you drew a deep breath. You loved your job, truly, but the hour commute to and from was less than ideal. You were forced in between strangers and moments away from your throat closing with nervous energy before the train finally began slowing its pace, and you released relieving exhale of panicked breath in time with the opening of your carriage doors.

Congestion was imminent, however, your brief layover finally allowed carriage breathing room - and the possibility of the much-awaited available spot. As people began to vacate, you spotted a free seat and it was as if your heart sang in solace with laser-eyed focus and feet ready to lunge. You held on to your bag tightly as you pressed forward, small pleasantries slipping past your lips as you dodged other passengers.

You could feel the soft seating before you even sat down, you were dreaming of it for the past thirty minutes - but the plushness of the seat wasn't what you expected when you realised that the man with the glasses and observant eyes was where you managed to place yourself. Your own eyes widened in shock, voice unable to emit after you glanced down to his cocky smirk.

With a small growl, your brows furrowed at him, "No, no! This is my seat, go somewhere else."

"Sorry sweetheart, I was here first." His voice was mocking, a daring tone that effortlessly portrayed just how much he didn't care. To further affirm his unwillingness to move, the stranger's body sunk snugly against the padded bench with a loud and restful sigh. His competitiveness continued to shine through with a cocky quirk of his lips, "I'm not giving this up."

Fire burned in your eyes, an anger brewing that started much earlier in your day. You were exhausted and irritated, and games were far from what you were prepared to face at this moment. A pout prompted your lips to purse and brows to drop, and for a second you felt like a four-year-old standing their ground during a tantrum.

"Well, I'm not, either."

The man just nodded, quick to ignore your presence as he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and began immersing himself in the small screen. You couldn't decide what was more awkward - the fact that he wasn't acknowledging your place on his lap or the way that you were sitting to the curve of his knees in absolute unsteadiness. One rickety bump and you'd find yourself on the floor.

Fate wasn't on your side; a running gag that life decided to throw at you once again today, in the form of the old train rocking and your legs sliding away from the glasses-wearing stranger. You expected the embarrassment of numerous eyes watching you collide with the cabin floor, but it never came as arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.

It took a second for you to realise that the outside of your thigh was snug against the stranger's stomach, his hands now flat over your side and against the bottom curve of your ribs as he held you close to him. He was your human seatbelt, holding you back and keeping you safe. It provoked warmth to shoot through your veins, to awaken the butterflies in your stomach and to colour the rosiness in your cheeks. It felt nice, despite the fact that he was a stranger with a stupid smug smile and filled with utter cockiness.

"Woah, nearly lost you there." He mumbled, a softness peeking through. It was easy to follow the caramel swirl of his eyes as they gazed over your face for any sort of discomfort, but you both seemed in the clear, and his shoulders dropped in relief. They looked down for a brief second before he smiled again, "Us googlers gotta stick together, you know."

Your head tilted to the side, every ounce of your focus now directed only toward him, "What?"

"Your lanyard." Hesitantly, he pulled a hand away from your side and tugged at the multicoloured fabric dangling from your neck, a plastic key card with a four-month-old photo of you sitting to the side. When he saw you following his touch, he hastily found his own within his zipped-up jumper and dangled it between you both. "Got a matching one. We're practically family."

Black letters caught your eyes first, the name of the man filling in another puzzle piece as you said it aloud, "Stuart Twombly, software development."

"That's me." He replied, a wink dropping behind his glasses and hold absentmindedly tightening as another small bump disrupted the cabin. Everything was coming together for you; no wonder he seemed full of himself, a handful of people you know from that department certainly have a big head and a matching ego. Your mind awoke from your thoughts when you felt your lanyard tugging again. Stuart hummed, "Y/N L/N, accounting. Interesting."

"How so?" You said quickly, offence already settling in your voice.

"You just got to be really smart to be an accountant for one of the biggest companies in the world."

Your head shook as your body readjusted yourself on his lap, "I'm not an accountant... yet. It's just a paid internship. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about any of that - "

"An internship?" Stuart's eyes lit up, his smile genuine as the corners of his lips lifted, "I know a thing or two about internships, try me."

[yujisabs]

Does anyone still write fics for Stuart Twombly from the movie the internship?

Bc I have an idea for a fic but I don't wanna write it myself.

Like remember when they are at the strip club and the guys get a lap dance and what not?

Yeah how about Reader eventually gets drunk and gives Stuart one? And it's kinda enemies to lovers?

Yeah if anyone ends up writing this (or if it's already out there) pls tag me or let me know about it 👀

Doesn't even have to be smut. Just the suggestive theme of it and some kisses are enough.

[obriengf]

Stuart Twombly Masterlist - OBRIENGF

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BABBLES

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JUST A NAME  

SEATBELT

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"HOW WOULD THEY..." TAG

JEALOUSY

WHEN STUART WON’T MAKE A MOVE…

[stilinskikisses]

| Stiles is so golden retriever x black cat |

Fanfic coming soon with this trope <3

xoxo layla

[stilinskikisses]

𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵 - Noah Cyrus, XXXTENTACION

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𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑲𝑰 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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Summary | Drunken encounters with your favorite ex boyfriend <3

Content Warnings | Underage drinking, Slight smut ish?, mentions of sex, attempted assault? Swearing.

[ Idk how I feel about this it was kind of rushed and not planned that well but I might do a part two? ]

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ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ, ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ.

I don’t know how you’re always getting yourself in this position, but somehow, someway you’re always here.

ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ

Currently leaning against a pillar with not a single thought in your head, so completely shitfaced you can’t even comprehend what’s going on with all the blasting music, your pounding headache, and the flashing party lights.

ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ (ᵒʰʰ, ᵒᵒʰ, ᵒᵒʰ) ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ?

Pulling your phone out of your back pocket dialing the one number you shouldn’t be, your ex boyfriends. Stiles. He had just broken up with you last week, for some dumbass reason. Something along the lines of… “i’m sorry y/n I really am.” “I’m not trying to hurt you love, trust me i’m doing this for you.”

(ᵒᵒʰ, ᵒʰʰ, ᵒᵒʰ) ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ˢᵃʸ.

Thoughts of crying and begging him to stay lingering in your drunken mind, as you hear your phone ring and his voice. Oh how much you loved his voice, a voice that would comfort you when you were sad and one that’s would say wondrous things to you and your body when you fucked.

"ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ. ˡ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ" ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ��ᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ, ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ. ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

“y/n?” You smile at his voice. His very dreamy voice, “helloooo? y/n? What’s Wrong, are you okay? Are you in trouble?!” He asks all too concerned. “I’m fineeee stilesss” You say slurring your words and dragging out the s. “Are you drunk? Since when do you drink?” He asks you reaming calm. “I dunno, It just, just.” You say not remembering what you were rambling on about. “Stiles?” “Yeah baby?” The nickname making your heart melt completely. “I miss you, like a lot more than I should.” You say trying not to tear up.

(ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ) ˡ-ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ ˡˡˡ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ.

“I miss you to y/n.” He reply’s then stays quiet listening to you sniffle, “But you really hurt me stiles, like really bad. For that your such an asshole, and I hateeee you so much.” Your words completely slurred once again. “I know love.” He replies, “how about you let me come pick you up and bring you home.” He says considering your wasted state.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ, ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛ ᵉᵐᵉ. ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ (ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ)

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ, ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ, ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇʸ

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

“Maybe.” “Stay on the phone with me until I get there, I should be there shortly alright?” “Your such a dick stiles.” He listens. “Y-You, Y-your.” You say while breaking out crying. “I know, y/n. I know I fucked up and i’m sorry but I’ll be there soon baby hold on.” “o-okk can we talk when you get here?” You say as you slide down the pillar hold your knees as your eyes slowly shut. “Of course we can.”

(ᵒʰʰ ᵒʰʰ) ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ (ᵒʰʰ ᵒʰʰ) ˡ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ. ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ⁱᵐ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ.

ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉˡˡ ˢᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ, "ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ˡ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ."

Once he arrives he gets out of his car checking your location before heading out back to the patio seeing you corned by two guys, clearly trying to get one thing out of you and one thing only.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ( ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ)

“Hey! y/n!” Stiles tells the two guys looking back at him, he jogs over to you, to find out with mascara running down your eyes as-well as tears. “Hey go find your own girl to fuck we got this one man.” One of the guys says to Stiles. Stiles immediately punches the guy square in the nose making him groan in pain as blood poured out. The other guy backed off and walked away.

ˡ-ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ ʰⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵉⁿ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ,

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ,

Stiles grabs you carrying you out over his shoulder as you hit his back cursing him out. “You’re such an asshole! I hate you stiles. I hate you so much Stiles’s stilinski! I hate your dumbass laugh and your stupid personality!” he sits you down in the passenger seat buckles you in then headed into the drivers seat. Driving the Car past your house to his. Knowing your parents would loose their mind if they found you in this state.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ,

Once you get to his house he parks the car then stares as you as you cry. “B-but most of all I hate how you broke my heart, and how i’m still so in love with you.” You sobbed, He looks at you with sorrow and guilt, then he leans forward pressing his lips against yours his lips soft, filled with love and memories.

ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ

“I know baby, trust me I know.” “I love you so much more than you even know y/n.” He stated as he got out of the car carrying you up to his bed getting you changed into comfy clothes then cuddling in next to you.

“I love you Stiles.”

“I love you way more y/n.”

ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ

[kowbelll]

Masterlist ~

💜

• Dylan O'Brien:

Slow Morning

To His Left

Ten Minutes

• Stiles Stilinski:

Break-In

Lost in the Dark

Pen

Imagination

Project

Fiasco

The Recoil

• Stiles and Stuart Twins:

Just busy thinking...

Study Buddies

***Feel free to make a request and/or give feedback! (Note about requests here)

Thank you! 💜

-KC

[obriengf]

𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕤; CLOSED

all blurbs are fun blurbs, especially when they're meet-ugllies! if you'd like to participate, please inbox ONE of the below prompts and ONE dylan character! once i have received a prompt, i will cross it off so i don't get multiple of the same one. let's get adorably ugly, besties!! accepting prompts for: stiles thomas mitch joel stuart

MEET UGLY PROMPTS by tokiosunset & allirica & veronicabunchwrites under the cut

*some of these prompts have been altered from the originals

“I broke your nose at a mosh pit”

“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’”

“You hit me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend”

“You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly performing the Heimlich maneuver”

“We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame”

“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but you're kinda cute so we’re good”

“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying”

“You’re my new neighbour and I came over at 8am to introduce myself but it turns out you work late shifts and I woke you up and now you hate me”

“I was waiting for the bus in the rain and you drove past and soaked me in water. Now I’m at a coffee shop and hey look who’s here”

“I’m the maid of honor for a wedding, the groom/bride asked me to do a last minute errand and you just bumped into me and spilled coffee down my dress, ends up you're the best man"

“You decided to move your buddy’s car as a prank, but you got the wrong car and now I think you’re breaking into my car, what the hell is wrong with you

“It took me forever to get a taxi to stop and then you just swoop in and steal it, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m on a date, you’re our server and the person I’m with keeps treating you obnoxiously and doesn’t tip at the end, now you think I’m an asshole too because I was on a date with them”

"we were set up on a blind date but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass"

"in a moment of stupidity, I keyed what I thought was my ex’s car only to be surprised when you come screaming towards me"

"we’re strangers who meet at a bar, get drunk, and wake up to announcements of our new engagement all over our social media - what did we do???"

"we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine"

"you’re on a date with this awful, awful person who keeps getting under my skin because my friend and I have been eavesdropping all night and your date says something that makes me snap … I thought it was a first date, not a three year relationship"

"my friend trips and hurts themselves but I faint at the sight of blood and collapse. your attempt to catch me doesn’t go as planned and you ripped your clothes"

"a friend set us up on a blind date but you never showed so when we meet at our friend’s party, I refuse to talk to you"

"I didn’t know my ex moved so you find me sitting on the floor in front of your apartment door" JOEL DAWSON

[st4rgiirll]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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catching his eye

sharing a bed

a better version of behind the drum set?

your best friend

HOGWARTS

theodore nott bots;

party

professor

surprise

vent

[harringtonstilinski]

requests; open (s.h. & e.m.) / new guidelines

so, i literally just got done with writing always the babysitter. it's bittersweet that my second series is done being written.

my requests are now open until about the beginning of november, where i'll start the proofreading, doing edits and posting of always the babysitter.

the characters that i write for are ;

steve harrington (henderson!reader)

eddie munson (newest addition) [henderson!reader]

stiles stilinski

dave hodgman

stuart twombly

thomas (tmr)

mitch rapp

richie boyle

joel dawson

sam taylor

stuff i won't write ;

unaliving one-self

kidnapping / trafficking

stranger things kids (el, max, lucas, mike, will, and dustin. they will be included in the story if the request is for steve.)

stuff i write if asked ;

a certain character (oc's [emma, and olivia{more background; pre atb}], sibling!reader, smut, fluff, angst, etc)

aged up characters (ex: college!steve & reader, dad!stiles)

au's (soulmate, modern, best friends to lovers, fake dating, break up;back together, secretly dating, enemies to lovers [will try my best for any other au's y'all request])

i do also write stilinski!twins, but those take more time to think about.

rules;

please stay within these newly found guidelines

if you don't see your request within 2-3 days, please let me know which one you sent and i'll do my best to get it out asap. if you don't see it within a week after that, it's because i've gotten busy with my hubbs, kiddos, and the kids i babysit mon-fri from 3pm-5:15pm, est.

reblog, reblog, reblog. i know you've seen this from every other content creator here on tumblr, but it really helps us out. this isn't tiktok where you like something and it shows up in the algorithm.

likes and comments are welcome! i love it when y'all like and comment on a fic i've written.

i am a mama to a 7 & 2 year old, as well as a wife of almost 10 years. please be patient with me. we're also in minor softball season as well.

please have fun!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS I AM POSTING ALWAYS THE BABYSITTER. if you still send one in, i will still write and post it for you within 2-3 days after a new chapter has been posted!!

edited to add: anything with an asterisk is just the working title, and is subject to change at any point during the writing process before or even after posting.

[stilinskibaby]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♫﹒⇆﹒🧷﹒⊹﹒FAQ.

: ̗̀➛ REQUESTING.

okay to request:

characters — most teen wolf characters (especially stiles and theo). thomas (tmr). stuart twombly (the intership).

story type — drabble, blurb, headcannon, imagine, ficlet. full fic. female reader. neutral reader.

tropes — brother's best friend/best friend's brother, dark fic. stoner!character. (childhood) best friends to lovers. (fr)enemies to lovers.

do not request:

characters — jackson whittmore, mason hewitt, allison argent. any character not listed.

tropes — self harm. incest. domestic abuse.

story type — male reader. series. child reader.

other things to request

✰ ≫ moodboards! (trope, character, etc)

ex. dating stiles, witch!issac, etc.

๑ ≫ ship! (shipping u with a character)

please provide information about yourself ex. astrological signs, favorite media, physical appearance, character kins, etc.

♡ ≫ questions about characters

ex. what do you think theo’s favorite snacks are. does stiles like anal?

・❥・DO NOT INTERACT.

≫ minors, bigots (zionist, racist, homophobe, transphobe, sexist, etc.), proshippers, ship adults with minors (sterek, sceter, etc.), other shitty ppl.

♡ ⁀ ➷ BEFORE YOU FOLLOW.

≫ this blog is focused mostly on teen wolf, and reblogs alot of smut. you may see other dylan obrien media as well.

≫ i will not discuss shipcourse, but i love talking about ships.

≫ all hate anons will be deleted

≫ no drama please.

≫ i am the host of a did system.

[harringtonstilinski]

WE’VE REACHED 1K FOLLOWERS!!!

i’m so incredibly thankful for every single one of you! my celebrations don’t do very well, but we’re gonna have one!

it’s gonna run for the entire month of feburary with a couple days off (22nd, 25th, and 27th). starting today, february 6 until february 28.

just send me one of the emojis below the cut and i’ll get everything out as quickly as i can!

⌨️ fic requests

characters i write for:

stiles stilinski

dave hodgman

stuart twombly

thomas (tmr)

mitch rapp

sam taylor

joel dawson

richie boyle

steve harrington

peter parker

actors i write for:

dylan o’brien

joe keery

tom holland

tropes/au’s i write/will write:

friends to lovers

soulmate au

established relationship

secret dating

genres i write:

fluff

angst

smut

prompts you can choose from:

a hundred different kisses (list one)

fluff/angst (list two)

angst/fluff/smut (list three)

angst/fluff (list four)

psa: you don’t have to choose a prompt from any of these lists. if you have a request, just send it in and i’ll get to it as soon as i’m able!

3️⃣ - top 3 anything

🎵 - i’ll put my music on shuffle and give you a song -OR- i’ll make a playlist of your name

💍 - FMK(iss)

👋🏻 - come say hi and ask anything you want!

side note: i will take off for three days during this event. they are as follows:

22nd - my 30th birthday

25th - my daughter is in her first pageant, that’ll be an all day thing, as well as celebrating my niece whose birthday is the day before

27 - my daughter’s kindergarten play

pls be respectful and kind during this event and the days i’m going to have off. also, pls remember that i am a wife and mama to two kiddos, so if you don’t see your request a couple days after submitting it, pls don’t be upset. my kiddos come first.

this is all about having fun and celebrating the 1k of y’all that chose to follow me. you didn’t have to, but you did, and for that, i’m so grateful!

y’all have fun! 🥰🥰🥰

moots from main: @stiles-o-dylan24 @mirrorballwn​ @anime-parker @logangarfield @lettersofwrittencollective 

[ahgrace6]

— about my blog. 🤍🩷

who I currently write for:

Extras from my Wattpad fan fictions.

Stiles Stilinski | the witch who cried wolf

Steve Harrington | Our song

who I’m willing to write for:

(These will be fem!reader)

Dylan O’brien and his characters

Stiles Stilinski

Thomas (tmr)

Stuart Twombly

Caleb Holloway

Joel Dawson

Steve Harrington

Ethan Landry

(Feel free to request others and I will say if I can write them.)

— wattpad fic info

The witch who cried wolf | stiles stilinski (unpublished)

Main character: Melody Heks

Love interest: Stiles Stilinski

Supernatural type: Witch

Seasons: 1-6

Our song | Steve Harrington

Season 1 | Our Song (complete)

Season 2 | Every Breath (coming soon!)

Season 3 | Always, Always, Always (unpublished)

Season 4 | Time After Time (unpublished)

Season 5 | Timeless (unpublished)

Main character: Sabrina Henderson

Love interest: Steve Harrington

Seasons: 1-4 (5 when it’s released)

— what to expect

smut, fluff, angst

[obriengf]

Just a Name || Stuart Twombly x Reader

Prompt: 5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and one time Person B finds one for Person A. (CREATIVEPROMPTSFORWRITING)

Words: 1'046

Warnings: awkward stu

Notes: this came out way longer than it was supposed to be (title of your sex tape)

1. Stuart knew that you liked to get a rise out of him. It wasn't malicious behavior in the slightest, but rather, a brief moment of amusement for you as you watched his face grow a bright shade of rose. Your Google team sat in a semi-circle around an erasable glass panel, numerous ideas for future Google products strewn across the surface in different colors and handwritten fonts. You clicked your tongue as you sunk into the bean bag, deep thoughts contorting your facial features. Nick nearly fell off the stool beside you as you suddenly leaped forward - eyes wide and harboring an unforeseen idea. Your hand was thrown beside you, making grabbing motions for the marker flipping between Stuart's lengthy fingers. He slipped the red package into your hand, provoking you to turn with a small wink, "Thanks, honey". Stuart froze, taken aback by your affectionate name-calling. You grinned, "It's just a name, Stu".

2. The bright colors adorning the Google building were overshadowed by grey clouds and rain. For the period of time you've been on this side of California, it may have only rained a handful of times. It wasn't your choice of weather. You peered over your shoulder as you watched Yo-Yo laugh whole-heartedly at Lyle as he tumbled down the large slide in the center of the entry foyer, his hand roughly rubbing at the back of his head out of embarrassment and slight pain. It brought a smile to your face on this dull day. You slowly let the umbrella perched under your left arm fall, catching it by the curved handle before preparing to open it. A very familiar beanie bobbled in your peripheral vision as you saw Stuart with a scowl, looking at the downpour outside, his knuckles turning white from holding the straps of his backpack so darn tight. You chuckled, "Hey cutie, wanna share?". Stuart turned to you with wide eyes, flicking between your face and the held-out umbrella. His scowl fell and was easily decorated with yet another bright rose tint.

3. Sport isn't your thing, and you're pretty sure the rest of your Google team feels the same way about their set of practical abilities. You did, however, still find yourself in a group huddle on the makeshift Quidditch field on the outskirts of the building's Volleyball courts. Two 'Flashdance' references later, and Billy was hyping you all up. He lovingly patted everybody's shoulders, ushering you all out onto the field. Hopefully, this will go better than the last time. The balls of your feet held you as you bounced side to side, your eyes trained on the quaffle heading your way. Neha was beginning to start your plan of action, aiming to intercept from the side, but the other team had their own plan and the quaffle was thrown over your shoulder. Stuart, of all people, managed to have his face collide with the fictional ball. You swore under your breath as you dropped by his side, "Stuart? You good, babe? How many fingers am I holding up?" Your hand moved rapidly in front of his face as he groaned out, "Wait, what did you call me?"

4. It was that unfortunately endearing British accent that threw you off your current task, your chair turning slightly to face Graham and his mischievous expression. If he wasn't such a pain in your ass, then you'd even find him the tiniest bit attractive; but thankfully, this isn't a romantic-comedy sitcom. He was gloating about their latest win in one of the many Google Internship tasks set before you - apparently, his team's idea about an upgrade to Google maps beat out your plans for a total Gmail overhaul. But you all can't be winners. As he left, you saw Stuart's fists beat down on the top of his desk, evident anger seething through him. You sighed, reaching over and placing your hand over his closed left fist, "Settle down, handsome, we'll get 'em next time." You cooed, his right hand gently laid on top of yours before you could pull back. Stuart exhaled deeply, "We're gonna kick his ass".

5. It was unexpected, but not totally untypical behaviour, as you stood back and stared at Stuart's draped body over the couch between your desks. He said he was coming in early, but sleep got the better of him. His arms dangled beside him, one leg hanging over the back, his beanie covering his face. You could have sworn you even heard him snore. The small smile over your lips broke as Neha tip-toed toward him, a marker in hand and ready to be used for some kind of graffiti across Stuart's cheeks. "Neh..." you warned quietly, your eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. She huffed and walked away. At the base of the couch and hidden under several pieces of paper, was Stuart's black-rimmed glasses. You picked them up carefully, lips pursing before slowly pulling back the beanie and placing the glasses in their rightful position. "There you go, angel eyes. All fixed." You cooed under your breath, turning around to place your belongings down, missing the curve of Stuart's lips at your act of kindness.

1. You all had a rough day today, but Stuart knew it hit you a bit harder. It's tough when you think you've let everyone down, especially when they've worked so hard - none of them blamed you, especially not the beanie-clad boy. He asked to take you somewhere when you all left Headquarters, and you silently agreed with a small head nod and accompanying smile. Now, you're both perched on the top of a bench, overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. Silence fell between you, but it was comfortable, understanding. Your shoulders lifted in a shiver from the evening's cool breeze, but Stuart was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you in. Affection, let alone PDA, didn't often have a place in his usual actions. He rested his nose against the shell of your ear and sighed softly, "Shit happens, Y/N. It wasn't your fault, trust me. None of it was. You need to believe in yourself more, sweetheart." You smiled in response, so geuinely, and squeezed his arm, "That sounds nice rolling off your tongue."

[obriengf]

When Stuart Won't Make A Move... || Headcanon

Pairing : Stuart Twombly x Reader

Warnings : awkward stu

Notes : just needed more stuart in my life, also, look how young he is!

stuart can be direct when he wants

it usually doubles as his confidence coming off as cockiness

but at the same time..

really highlights just how intelligent he really is

which is just one of many factors contributing to the crush you had on him

you weren't sure whether it was your new harbored feelings or not, but

you could have sworn you've seen him glance at you

or observed how his lips would quirk into a small smile when you said something conceptual during meetings

or even when he would purposely choose to sit next to you on nearly every occasion

honestly - it only made your fondness for the man grow more

it was hard though for you to express little acts of affection when he'd head was always buried in that goddamn phone of his

and it didn't make it easier when he would suddenly let shyness overtake him whenever you were in close proximity

once you tried to give him a compliment

it was about a really great idea he had in a team meeting

he wouldn't look you in the eye, only at his screen, and say 'thanks'

you felt deflated but let the gesture pass

another time you sat next to him on the couch when he was talking to lyle

you didn't mean to sit so close but your knee knocked his thigh

he drew a deep loud breath, you could've sworn it hitched in his throat

and then he pulled away

you were beginning to think that maybe you should stop trying when he wasn't picking up what you were putting down

it wasn't until one-day neha confessed that stuart was into you

like, really, into you

he was just a nervous ball of sarcasm and intellect

he didn't know how to approach the idea so he hid from it

he wouldn't make a move

so, you did.

he was at his computer, it was across the workspace from yours

slowly you wheeled your desk chair over to him until the back gently knocked his desk

he looked at you, surprised

and for a moment you were lost in the caramel swirls of his eyes

so. incredibly. mesmerising.

you let out a small breathless laugh

"i'm kinda having trouble with some of my ideas..."

and he would stare at you speechless because your face was so darn close to his and

your floral scent stopped his breathing

so you continued, "i was wondering, only if you're not busy tonight... if you could help me out, maybe? give a second opinion?"

it took a few seconds before he realised what you had actually said

his head falling into continuous nods of agreement before his words could

and you laughed properly, this time

a sweet giggle that made his lips turn upward

a sound that brought rose blush to his cheeks

you bit your bottom lip in your own bashful smile

and said, "okay, my complex after work? we could get some takeaway... make a night out of it?"

stuart gulped evidently, knowing where this was leading

it was sudden when his confidence appeared for a split second as he licked his bottom lip, smiling back just as wide

"definitely, it's a date then, y/n"

you reached out and squeezed his hand on the desk

"it's a date, stu"

[thelittlestkitsune]

| SEARCH HISTORY MASTERLIST |

When you leave your computer open at work someone is bound to snoop, and when they see what you’ve been looking at? Well that’s something interesting to say the least. 

SERIES INCLUDES; Stuart being a dorkus, Stuart being overprotective af, boning. I’m really shit at describing things. 

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

Part four.

Part five.

Part six.

Part seven.

[thelibrarianintraining]

Masterlist

* indicates smut

Mitch Rapp

The Division * - Series

Welcome Home - Dad! Mitch

Guilty By Association * Part two is on the way!!

Stiles Stilinski

Messy - College AU

Part I | Part II | Part III

Miracle - FBI! Stiles

Say Love *

Baseball & Alcohol

Dave Hodgman

Milk & Coffee

Stuart Twombly

No Matter Where You Are

The Maze Runner Rewrite

Series Masterlist

Theo Raeken

I’ll Protect You 

The Man I Was

Part One | Part Two |

Teen Wolf

Burn - features Scott and Stiles

Alice In Borderland

House of Cards - Suguru Niragi Series