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He cut his hair 😭

Stiles: You can do it Scott!

Stiles: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch.

stiles introduction

I thought I was going to write today, but then I passed out, landed on my nightstand, and injured my back, so... I don't think that's happening anymore.

The Twins! S&S

I'm hoping to write about them again this weekend! They sure do love their girlfriend 💜

◇◈◆ Request Guidelines ◆◈◇

Note: I appreciate all of the wonderful and creative requests I have gotten from everyone and thank you all very much. I doubt I will ever not accept them, so if anyone has an idea they would like to read, send it my way!  

However, I realized that I have allowed myself to get overwhelmed by them, and I somehow forgot that I have freewill and don’t necessarily have to write everything that is asked of me. I am a people-pleaser and people have asked about a guideline for requests before, so to help everyone and myself, I decided to finally make one. Please keep the following in mind when making a request...

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◆ Reader/POV:

◇ Everything I write will be based on a female reader insert.

◇ I do not use y/n, pet names, or an original character, unless explicitly stated (which has not come up yet).

◇ I will likely not make physical appearance specifications (e.g. race, weight, hair color, etc.).

◆ Fandoms & Characters/People:

◇ Dylan O'Brien

◇ Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski

◇ The Internship - Stuart Twombly

◈ I am open to writing about other characters that Dylan O'Brien has played, but only if I have seen the movie/TV show and think I understand the character well enough.

◆ Alternate Universes:

◇ High Schooler!Dylan x Reader

◇ Stiles x POTS(Chronic Illness)!Reader

◇ Stiles x Wampus Cat!Reader (coming soon/hopefully someday?)

◇ Stiles & Stuart Twins x Reader

◈ I would love to hear ideas and fantasize with you, but it is fairly unlikely that I will start a drastically new AU because I would like to continue the ones I have started.

◆ Excluded Themes:

◇ Smut (though it may be hinted at or implied). I discuss spicy topics on my other account: @panthressa

◇ Anything hateful towards a group of people and general slander (e.g. racism, homophobia, sexism, etc.).

◇ Anything political. I don't want to hear what you believe, let's just peacefully exist in dreamland together.

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If my guidelines are ignored, I will happily delete your request for the sake of my comfort and boundaries. Otherwise, I will take everything into consideration. Thank you!

-KC 💜

Pen

Word count: 632

(This is definitely based on Jess and Lane in class from Gilmore Girls, but not exactly the same. Season 2, episode 19 for anyone who's wondering :))

Stiles, late as always, comes stumbling into his first period classroom, practically falling into his seat, which is conveniently right behind his girlfriend's. He looks around at the students next to him in confusion, not having a clue what they are working on until the teacher not-so-kindly slams the test on his desk. His eyes widen as he flips through the many pages and scans the countless questions. He sighs and reaches into his backpack, loudly rummaging around before freezing. He removes his hand and taps on his girlfriend's shoulder. Stiles' girlfriend, trying her best to focus on the test she surprisingly tried to study for the night before, ignores the obnoxious tapping and furrows her brows.

With a huff of frustration, Stiles whispers her name, and when he gets no response, he whispers it more harshly.

Clearly bugged, she whispers back, "What?"

Stiles leans over his desk, hoping that she won't keep ignoring the urgency in his voice if he's closer to her ear. "Give me a pencil."

"I don't have another one," she mutters.

His eyes narrow at the back of her head, "Then give me a pen."

"We only have like twenty minutes left."

He enunciates excessively due to his irritation, "Then give me the answers."

She sighs and shakes her head before responding quietly, "There's a pen in my bag."

Stiles glances at her backpack on the floor. "I can't go through your bag"

"Yes, you can"

He speaks frankly, his hushed tone slipping away from him, "My mother would crawl out of her grave and barbarically kill me if she knew I did something so immorally against her teachings." Receiving an aggressive shush from the teacher, he ducks his head down.

She rolls her eyes and successfully maintains her whisper, "You've done far worse and survived this long." Begrudgingly, she fishes out a pen from her bag and reaches behind her to hand it to him. "Just take it and shut up."

Smiling victoriously, "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Stiles' eyes linger on the back of her head before looking down at the test and sighing. He races through it, barely reading any of the words printed on the pages. By some miracle, he finishes in time despite guessing on pretty much all of it.

As the couple walk down the hallway after class, Stiles' girlfriend gives him an impressed look while speaking teasingly, "You really finished the whole thing in less than twenty minutes?"

Stiles shrugs and uses a cocky tone, "Oh, yeah. Anyone with at least two brain cells could. I guess your singular brain cell is just inferior to my three."

She laughs lightly, nudging him with his elbow. "Makes perfect sense. So, wait, why were you so late?"

He sighs as he answers, "There may have been a minor issue with a certain vehicle..."

"I feel like this Jeep is doing you more harm than good-"

He quickly interrupts her, knowing what she's insinuating and speaking firmly, "Absolutely not. No. Never."

She looks at him with a hint of sympathy, "I'm not telling you to do anything, I'm just making an observation."

Stiles stops in front of his locker and faces her. "The only thing you get to observe is me fucking your brains out in my beautiful Jeep after school," he pauses, realizing what words just came out of his mouth. His face turns slightly red but he decides to take a leap of faith and roll with it, his voice turning softer and more sincere, "Please?"

His girlfriend smiles and looks around to make sure no one heard his blunt words. "Return my pen to me after the last period and you have a deal."

Stiles' face lights up and he makes a firm fist, elated by his success.

I don't have time to write an entire drabble or whatever, but please, in honor of Christmas Eve, just think for a moment about Stiles frantically wrapping presents and making an absolute mess.

Imagine it's late, almost midnight, and he completely forgot to wrap the gifts he bought. He's huffing and puffing, shoving the paper over the boxes and other strangely shaped items, and smashing a ridiculous amount of tape on every corner and crevice. It's a shit show, but he needs to get it done.

In the middle of this chaos, his girlfriend calls him to wish him a good night and whatnot, and she can hear his rushed frustration and trouble with making his two lanky hands work the way he wants them to. She asks him if he's ok and what the hell is he doing?

He brushes her off and simply tells her that he forgot to do something important, yet again. She easily guesses the task at hand, thanks to all the noise he's making, and offers to come over and help him.

He quickly shuts her down in a slight panic, telling her that she absolutely cannot come over. She then pesters him about why he's so against the prospect, and eventually he caves: most of the presents are for her.

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone who celebrates and happy holidays to all! I hope everyone has a lovely day and good luck to those who are struggling! 💜

Dairy Queen Dream

Word count: 1,030

I'm so sorry that this took me so long to write, but here it finally is! Big thanks to @sleepyminyard for the encouragement! I'm considering making a second part someday, but I'll let you guys decide. Also, if you've seen American Assassin, I used Victor's name and description (kinda) from that movie to help myself visualize better. My sincerest apologies for the slight angst, but I hope you enjoy!

Stiles walked into work with a sigh. He was officially an employee of Dairy Queen for a whole week, though it already felt like it had been a year. He thought working at a fast-food establishment would be easy; he was wrong. Training nearly killed him, thanks to that stupid ice cream machine. Maybe it was his clumsiness that made using it such a struggle, but he believed the thing had it out for him. If his Jeep wasn’t in grave shambles and didn’t require every penny he had, he might consider walking away and finding some other job. But alas, Dairy Queen was a necessary evil. 

He supposed it was sort of fun sometimes. He enjoyed discreetly tossing a few bits of candy into his mouth now and then, and talking to the costumers in the drive-thru with the headset made him feel like he was receiving orders from his captain on a spaceship.  

However, he already had six little burns on his poor fingers from the fry oil, and he accidentally exploded another blizzard yesterday – the fourth one thus far. The manager gave him a warning, but they both knew that Beacon Hills’ DQ was quite understaffed. They needed him, or someone like him. Stiles was the only applicant in many months.  

Hearing the bell above the door chime, signaling that another customer was entering, he made his way over to the counter, not paying any attention to what was in front of him. “Welcome to Dairy Queen. What can I get for y-” Stiles froze as his eyes made contact with hers.  

Just looking at her made his face flush, turning a deep red, and his hands suddenly felt clammy. He had never seen someone with such pure beauty. Every little detail pierced him as his gaze took her in. She was almost overwhelming.  

Her smile at the awkward moment reeled him back in and he cleared his throat, blinking a few times. “Sorry, uh... How can I help you?” 

As she gave him her order with that euphonious voice, he felt dizzy. And when the blizzard she asked for was the exact same as his favorite (since he was five years old), he almost felt out of breath. He couldn’t stop the grin that formed on his face. Stiles was smitten! 

He could see it all, right then and there: the sparkling ring he’d put on her finger, the long white dress she’d wear, the quaint home they’d live in together, the fuzzy puppy they’d adopt. Everything would’ve been perfect. Until he watched painfully as a tall, well-built, Ryan Gosling lookalike wrapped an arm around her waist and began listing his order too.  

A pit formed in Stiles’ stomach, making him nauseous. He knew nothing about the guy, yet he already hated him. He unknowingly blocked out everything he said, too busy with the jealousy that began to spark inside of him.  

He rubbed his forehead, trying to get his bearings. “Um, what was that?” 

An annoyed sigh left the ‘man’ before he recited his order again: the most disgusting concoction Stiles had ever heard. Yep, he definitely hated him.  

Stiles stared at him from around the corner as he made his blizzard, s He was too consumed to notice his hands drifting away from the mixer, causing ice cream to splatter everywhere, including all over him. “Fuck, not again...” he muttered, his eyes closing and his head tilting back in frustration. The only bright side was that it wasn’t her blizzard that exploded.  

That stupid guy had the nerve to look over and laugh, pointing a finger at poor Stiles. “Oh shit! Is it baby’s first day? Do you need a napkin?” he mocked, followed by more obnoxious laughter. 

Holding back because he knew his manager was in his office, Stiles bit his lip. To his surprise, a voice did come through to defend him. 

“Knock it off, Victor. He’s just trying to do his job.” The angel of a girl stepped in front of him and urged him to take a seat in one of the booths. She then looked back at Stiles and gave him a sweet, sympathetic smile, which he returned. “I’m really sorry about him.” 

“It’s alright. I’d probably laugh too.” 

“Maybe, but that wasn’t just a laugh...” She lowered her voice as she continued, embarrassed by her boyfriend’s actions, “That was an outburst.” 

Stiles suddenly felt horrible for her. The look on her face showed that this wasn’t an unusual occurrence, and the guilt she clearly felt wasn’t fair. Everything inside of him told him to hop over the counter and save her – run away with her, hug her close, and make her feel safe, loved, and appreciated. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option, and Victor looked like he could knock him out with one good punch. 

“Hey, really, it’s ok. Don’t feel bad on his behalf.” 

Her smile partially returned. “Well, thank you. I’ll make sure he gives you a good tip.” 

“Alright, I’m looking forward to it,” he said, chuckling. 

With that, Stiles quickly wiped up what he could and made a new blizzard for the douchebag, this time without making a massive mess and a fool of himself. Once all of their order was together, he carried the trays to their table, making sure to flip both of the blizzards. He completely ignored Victor’s existence and focused on the beautiful smiling angel instead.  

Walking away was harder than he thought it would be. In the short amount of time since he met her, he somehow grew attached to her. He couldn’t explain why or how, but he knew he felt something strong for her.  

He decided that watching her enjoy a meal with that scum was too much for him to bear, so he went on his lunch break and got some fresh air outside. He hoped that he’d at least see her lovely face one more time before they left, but when he came back inside, they were gone, just a crumpled ten-dollar bill left in their place, and his heart cracked. Stiles had no idea if he’d ever see her again, but he certainly hoped so.