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Hi, how are you? So, I have a fic idea. I don't know if you've ever watched Supernatural, but it's kind of a mix of Teen Wolf and Supernatural. The character is Dean and Sam's younger sister (she's a witch, but doesn't know it yet.) One night, they were in a city, hunting monsters as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Then she finds her father's diary and discovers that he didn't want to be with her when she was younger because she was something she had no idea about. She discovers that the thing that killed her mother is the same thing that killed Dean and Sam's mother. And she also discovers that this thing had killed her too, but she survived the fire, the whole house had not resisted the fire, but her crib was intact, no sign of fire. After she read the diary, she felt sick. Everything started spinning and a buzzing sound echoed in her head. She heard her brothers calling for her, but she was unable to respond after a flash filled her vision. When she woke up, she and her brothers were in a house and she had no idea how they got there. It takes place between the first season of Supernatural and the first season of Teen Wolf, right when Allison and her family arrive in town. The Winchester brothers too, but in that reality, they are related to the Argent's (I don't know if I wrote his last name right😭) Anyway, I don't know if you want an idea for a short story, but this would easily make a good fic. I have a big twist for the ending.

That's it, I think I got a little carried away lol. I hope this helps😋 (Sorry if I wrote something wrong, English is not my first language

Hey! I'm alright, thank you for asking. How are you?

Unfortunately, I have not seen Supernatural. But your idea sounds very interesting and well thought out! I would love to hear more about it, as well as your twist. And don't apologize - I enjoyed reading it!

So, since I don't know those characters and the storyline, I won't be writing a story about them. I'm sorry if I'm letting you down, but I wouldn't know where to begin and I don't want to not do them justice.

Thank you for reaching out though! Feel free to message me if you just want to get your ideas out. I find that very fulfilling and would love to do that for a fellow dreamer 💜

◇◈◆ Dylan O'Brien Masterlist ◆◈◇

My writing is strictly inspired by the actor's presentation of himself online.

◆ General:

◇ Slow Morning 

◇ Ten Minutes 

◆ High Schooler!Dylan x Reader AU:

◇ To His Left 

Aw thank you, I do my best! And what can I say, I have some great inspiration. I can't wait to see that creative mind flow again once your strange illness, or whatever it is, is resolved! 💜

Guys, I appreciate the support, but @obriengf knows I exist... Let the poor gal be 😭

To His Left

It was Dylan's first day at his new school, the one he was transferring to in the middle of October during junior year. It wasn't very convenient timing, but his old school was a headache and a half. He was hopeful for his future in the new environment, regardless of the shy feelings creeping up on him.

He took a deep breath as he walked into his new English classroom a few minutes early, not wanting dozens of eyes on him in an instant. He immediately saw the bright smile of Mrs. Nixon, a young (mid-twenties), short, brunette, and cheerful woman who would be teaching him from now on. Her expression seemed to quickly ease his nerves, and he smiled back at her as he began to walk up to her desk.

He barely took his first couple steps before Mrs. Nixon spoke exuberantly, "Hi! Are you my new student? Dylan, right?"

He held onto the straps of his backpack tightly as it rested on his shoulders and nodded, his words falling out of his mouth, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's me."

"Perfect! I'm Mrs. Nixon, and oh my god. Sorry, I'm just so excited. This is a good class to join, as far as my junior classes go, I'm glad you were put in this period," she spoke rapidly, her ecstasy evident.

Dylan couldn't help but smile at her, appreciating her happiness just because of his presence. It felt good, so he tried to keep the conversation going, "Oh yeah? Do you teach another class?"

She sighed, then rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Yes, unfortunately. Half of my periods are full of freshmen."

Their comfortable chatter continued, and neither of them noticed that the bell had rang until his soon-to-be peers started flowing in. He looked around, realizing that he had no idea where he was supposed to go. Mrs. Nixon noticed his confusion and pointed to an empty desk, "Oh, Dylan, you can sit right over there, desk twelve."

He nodded as he walked over, trying not to let his face heat up when he heard Mrs. Nixon inform the class of his new presence and saw the eyes of everyone on him. He forced a polite smile and nodded as he sat down, and seconds after, his attention was grabbed by the gorgeous girl sitting to his left. His eyes widened a little and he hoped she didn't notice while she introduced herself with the most flattering smile he'd ever seen.

His words left him before he knew he was even speaking. "Nice to meet you, I'm Dylan," he said, feeling his hands get clammy.

"So I've heard," she spoke casually, making him chuckle nervously when he realized that Mrs. Nixon literally just told the entire class his name. "And it's nice to meet you too. If you have any questions about what we're learning about or the school, let me know."

He couldn't stop himself from smiling. She seemed so nice and laid back, as if talking to him was the easiest thing in the world, whereas he was struggling to contain all of his various emotions. She was either really good at this, or really good at pretending to be good at this. Either way, he enjoyed every second of their conversation.

"Sweet, thanks. I'll make sure to do that," he was a little disappointed when his attention was diverted to the lesson, right after he spoke.

As soon as the lesson was finally over, his gaze turned toward the girl to his left again. He really just wanted to talk to her again, the only problem was that he had nothing to say. He searched his scattered brain until she finally spoke and snapped him out of his staring, "You good?"

Dylan's eyebrows raised when he realized how weird he might have seemed, just looking at her without a word. He quickly tried to defend himself with a clearly forced tone of nonchalant, "What? Oh. Yeah, yeah, I'm all good. Just got distracted. But technically, it wasn't my fault."

She gave him a look of suspicion and tested his ability to keep his cool, "Oh really? So it's someone's fault that you got distracted?"

He smirked, hoping with his entire soul that he wouldn't mess this up, "Exactly. See? You're getting it."

Her eyebrows furrowed but she couldn't hide her small smile, "Getting what? What the hell are you talking about?"

He hesitated for a second, looking away. Screw it, he thought, and he shrugged his shoulders as he looked right at her again, "You're distracting me. I mean, come on. How am I supposed to not look at you?"

A bit of blush crept onto her cheeks and her smile unintentionally grew. She paused for a second, letting his words sink in and trying to think of how she could possibly respond to something so bold from someone she just met that day. She collected her wits and responded as confidently as she could make herself seem, "That's interesting, coming from someone who doesn't even know me. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but have you considered the possibility that you just suck at focusing on anything other than girls?"

He suddenly felt his own face heating up, not having expected such a sassy accusation. He chuckled, mostly nervously, "I plead the fifth."

She simply rolled her eyes with a smirk as Dylan kept smiling like a dork. They knew that this seating arrangement was going to be entertaining for both of them, and Dylan was excited to have a pretty girl to look at during English, directly to his left.

Note: I have no idea if this is good or not, but if it somehow is and someone wants me to keep this storyline going, then I happily will. Just let me know :)

This is so adorable, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? AAAAHHH 💜

first kiss

s1!stiles stilinski x gf!reader

creds: roseraris for dividers!

you were perched on stiles’ bed, watching him pace back and forth across his room, his hand moving animatedly as he talked about the latest werewolf drama involving scott.

the police radio scanner on his desk crackled with static, and his wall was covered in red string and newspaper clippings - his latest attempt to piece together all the supernatural happenings in beacon hills.

“and then scott practically wolfed out in the middle of practice!” stiles exclaimed, running a hand through his short hair.

“like dude, we talked about this! control! but no, apparently catching greenberg’s crossbody was worth risking exposure to the entire lacrosse team!”

you couldnt help but smile at his sarcasm. this was classic stiles - all nervous energy and rapid-fire words, trying to keep his best friend alove while maintaining some semblance of normalcy in their increasingly bizarre lives.

“stiles,” you said, trying to interrupt his rambling to no avail. “stiles!”

he stopped mid-gesture, turning to look at you with those warm brown eyes that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. “yeah?”

“come sit down before you wear a hole in your floor.” he glanced down at the path he’d been treading, then shuffled over to sit beside you, his knee bouncing with restless energy.

“sorry, i just… there’s so much happening, y’know? between scott’s furry little problem and trying to figure out who the alpha is, and my dad’s cases, and-“

“and you’re carrying all the weight of it.” you finished softly, placing your hand over his fidgeting ones.

stiles fell quiet, a rare occurrence that made you look at him more closely. his eyes were fixed on where your hands touched, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“how do you do that?” he asked suddenly.

“do what?”

“just… know exactly what to say? how to calm me down?” he turned his hend over to lace his fingers with yours.

“you’re like my personal adderall, except, y’know, prettier and less medical.” you laughed, feeling your cheeks warm.

“did you just compare me to you ADHD medication?”

“i did, didnt i?” stiles groaned, his free hand coming up to cover his face.

“that was supposed to be romantic. in my head, it was definitely more romantic. can we pretend i said something smooth instead? like, i dunno, ‘you’re the moon to my werewolf’ — wait no, that’s worse, that’s definitely worse—“

you cut off his rambling the only way you could think of – by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. for a moment, stiles froze, and you could practically hear his brain short-circuiting.

then his hand came up to cup your cheek, and he was kissing you back with all the pent-up energy he usually put into solving supernatural mysteries.

when you pulled away, stiles blinked at you several times, his mouth opening and closing without sound – another rare occurrence.

"did you just—" he started.

"kiss you? Yeah."

"and I—"

"kissed me back? also yeah." a grin slowly spread across his face, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"that was... wow. that was awesome. can we do that again? we should definitely do that again. like, right now. or whenever you want. im free for the next, like, forever—"

this time when you kissed him, you were both smiling too much for it to be perfect, but somehow that made it even better.

the police scanner crackled again in the background, and somewhere in beacon hills, scott was probably getting into more werewolf-related trouble, but for now, none of that mattered.

stiles pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "just so we're clear," he whispered, "this means you like me, right? because i really like you, and it would be super awkward if—"

"stiles?"

"yeah?"

"we’ve been dating for 6 months."

"oh yeah… cool," he breathed, then immediately cringed.

"i mean, not cool like 'whatever' cool, but cool like 'this is the best thing ever' cool, and im going to stop talking now because im pretty sure im ruining the moment, and—"

you silenced him with another quick kiss, and felt him smile against your lips.

"you know," he said when you separated, "i think i just found my new favorite way to be shut up."

the police scanner suddenly burst to life with his dad's voice reporting a disturbance downtown, and stiles' eyes lit up with that familiar mix of curiosity and excitement.

"want to go investigate a potentially supernatural crime scene with me?" he asked, already reaching for his keys.

you laughed, standing up and pulling him with you. "only you would think that's a romantic second kiss location."

"hey, i contain multitudes," he protested, but his grin was infectious as he led you toward his jeep.

and just like that, life in beacon hills continued – only now with the added bonus of being able to kiss your adorably sarcastic boyfriend whenever he started rambling about werewolves.

Hii 🥺

Could you write a Dylan O'brien fanfic about meeting his friends for the first time?

Thank you in advance ❤️

I LOOOOVE YOUR WORK! 🥰

Aw, thank you so much! I'm so, so sorry that it has taken me this long to post this. You are so sweet and deserve better smh. Anyway, I genuinely can't tell if this is shit or not, so hopefully it's not a disappointment after all this time...

Ten Minutes

Word count: 895

Dylan's girlfriend was peacefully perched on his couch, wasting the day away while he was off in the shower, trying to make himself presentable. Of course, she had no idea that was his goal, or why he abandoned their position on the cushions.

Minutes later, he returned, wearing fresh clothes as the strands of his hair still flopped soggily. He smiled as he approached her again, standing above her.

She looked up at him and tilted her head. "You're wearing real clothes?"

His head tilted to match hers. "'Real clothes?' What do you mean?"

"Yeah, like," she started, glancing down at her loose t-shirt and sweatpants, "clothes that you would face the public in."

Dylan couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, "What? I just want to look somewhat decent when they come over. Is that a crime?" He watched as the color drained from his girlfriend's face and her eyes widened.

"Wait, what?" she stammered. "Who's coming over?"

"Some of my buddies from the Maze Runner cast, remember?"

She shook her head and immediately sat up straight. "No... No, I don't remember, because you never told me anything about that."

"I'm pretty sure, I did," he said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No, you did not, Dylan! When are the fuck are they coming over?"

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "About... Ten minutes or so?"

She sprung out of her seat on the couch and scrambled over to his bedroom to clean herself up as fast as possible, crying out, "Dylan, you bitch! This is my first time meeting your friends, who are famous by the way, and you didn't even give me a heads up!? I have ten minutes! I get ten minutes to turn myself into a pleasant representation of Dylan O'Brien's girlfriend!? Are you kidding me!? I'm going to look like a crazy person! They're going to think I'm a disgusting slob and shun me!"

He bit his lip from the living room, trying not to laugh at her frantic distress. "I'm sure you'll look as beautiful as you always do!" he called back.

"You're just saying that because I fucked you this morning!"

Although her words were spiteful, he had to quickly cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his burst of laughter. Obviously, he felt guilty for forgetting something that mattered so much to his girlfriend, but her reaction was priceless. And he knew appearances meant something, but watching her move so speedily was probably one of the most amazing spectacles he'd ever witnessed.

As she viciously brushed her teeth, she could hear the faint voices of the arrivals. By some miracle, she was (more or less) ready to be seen and introduced. She anxiously made her way back into the living room and put on her most welcoming smile.

There they were: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Ki Hong Lee, Kaya Scodelario, and Will Poulter, standing in the living room. She couldn't believe it. Their faces were so real, but the moment didn't feel like anything close to reality. How in the world was she going to pull this off?

She took a deep breath and stepped to Dylan's side. He glanced down at her and gave her a gentle, reassuring smile - exactly what she needed. However, she could still feel her face heating up and her hands getting clammy, as if right on cue.

Her boyfriend was clearly quite comfortable with his crew and had no problem introducing her, and unfortunately, teasing her. She may have stumbled over her words here and there and hoped with her entire being that no one noticed those clammy hands mentioned as she shook each of theirs. But all things considered, the greeting went smoothly. Dylan, being the loving man that he is, made sure she felt grounded with soft touches on her back or arm, and he guided the conversation to ease her mind of that responsibility.

As they sat down on the couch, sharing stories and drinks, she realized that there hadn't been a single awkward moment yet. She smiled on the inside, proud of herself for making do with the ten minutes Dylan gave her, and even more in love with him after seeing the way he raved about her in front of his visitors.

When the door closed and the room was left to the two of them again, finalizing their departure, she let out a deep breath, mumbling, "I guess that wasn't so bad..."

Dylan caught it and smirked. "See, you had nothing to worry about. Ten minutes is plenty of time."

"'Plenty' is an exaggeration, but yeah, I guess I made it work."

His smile only grew as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "They loved you, you know," he said, his voice lowering.

Her cheeks tingled as they changed shades, and she rested her arms around his neck. "Really?"

"Yes, really," he nodded, brushing his nose against hers.

The girl's eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feeling of his wandering hands. They glided up her back after sneaking under her shirt. Clearly, he knew what he was doing and the effect he had on her.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For making everything work out."

His smirk returned and he began pulling her in the direction of his bedroom. "Oh, I'm not done yet."

Amen to that! 🤭

Can totally picture stiles gf having a special bra strap that she solely uses for binding his wrists, while he writhes underneath. But doesn’t dare attempt releasing himself from fear that he wouldn’t be able to survive the punishment of waiting even longer before you touch him. Or finally letting him touch you.

(Would anyone want any more of this?)

A little blurb about the Stiles and Stuart twins trope because I can't stop thinking about their girlfriend studying with them...

Study Buddies

Word count: 660

She was perched between them on the couch with a textbook and notebook in her lap, and a pencil being anxiously twirled by her fingers in her hand. When she asked the t wo most intelligent people she knew to help her with her homework, this was not what she was expecting to happen. However, 'asked' is an understatement - she basically had to beg. Their drifting gazes and hungry eyes were clear evidence of how few of her words were actually being registered. Though, eventually, they snapped out of it and agreed to help her, only after she promised to let them have their fun once they finished.

So, there they were, Stiles, Stuart, and their girlfriend, as the boys', um, agitation grew. They were horny high schoolers, what did she expect? Well, focus, for one. And maybe just a little bit of tranquility.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stuart started.

"What do you mean?" Stiles said, looking up from their girlfriend's paper.

"I mean what the hell are you doing? That's wrong." Stuart pointed at the problem in her notebook that his twin was solving.

"What? No, it's not."

"Yes, it is, Stiles. Are you blind?"

"Nope. You're the one with glasses. Remember, dumbass?"

"I'm not the dumbass here since you're doing this wrong, dumbass."

The poor girl sighed and closed her eyes. Unfortunately, this wasn't an unusual occurrence, but that didn't make it any more pleasant to endure.

"Oh my god, Stuart, you're such a know-it-all. Well, guess what, ass wipe? You don't know it all."

"And you do?" Stuart retorted mockingly.

"More than you, at least."

"Then why are you doing this wrong?"

Stiles voice jumped in volume, "I'm not fucking doing it wrong! Holy shit!"

And Stuart's did the same in return. "Fine! Don't get all pissy at me when she fails her test next week then!"

Hearing Stuart depart from his usual low pitch was a little startling for the girl right next to him. She couldn't take it anymore. "Oh my gosh, will you guys stop?" she exclaimed, looking between the two of them with incredulity.

Their eyes flicked to hers, then returned to each other's for more glaring.

"I asked you guys for help, not a catfight," she continued.

The twins could see the frustration and stress on her face as she looked down at the stupid textbook in defeat, making their hearts quickly melt and guilt rise in their stomachs.

As if it was twin telepathy, they both reached their hand out and placed them on top of her thighs, one for each of them. Touch was one of the boys' favorite and most effective ways to console their girl - it was her weakness.

"Hey. I'm sorry," Stiles spoke softly.

"Yeah. I'm sorry too,"added Stuart.

She looked at both of them again, and seeing the sincerity in their maple eyes, she sighed and relaxed her shoulders. "It's fine... I'm just stressed out about this stupid assignment because I know that all of this will be on the test, and I have no idea what I'm doing, and you two are only making everything even more-"

"Ok, ok, it's ok," Stiles said, interrupting her anxious rambling.

"We're gonna help you now. Like, seriously. Don't worry." Stuart accepted the agreeing nod Stiles gave him.

She smiled and gave each of them a loving kiss, which they gladly returned. Damn, were they whipped.

By the end of the night, the twins' girlfriend felt more comfortable with the heavy load of information, and Stiles and Stuart got to release their loads, as she promised. Everyone was finally peaceful.

On the way back from the bathroom after cleaning up, Stiles glanced at the notebook one more time. He suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god, I was wrong!"

"I told you." Stuart smirked, holding the tired girl close to him.

"Will you shut up-"

She dropped her head to Stuart's shoulder, groaning, "Guys. For fuck's sake, stop."

My dear friends... I have a confession to make.

About a week ago, I made a separate account to post my smutty thoughts about Stiles. At first, it was just a little experiment, but I have gotten very kind feedback, so I decided to reveal myself as @little-miss-alone-n-in-love.

I still don't know if I'm comfortable with writing actual smut, but I'm happy to share my little fantasies. However, I would like to keep the two blogs separate because I know there are some people who aren't comfortable with reading intimacy and some people who don't always feel like reading fluff. I will provide links for both somewhere in case people want to jump from one to the other though.

Thank you everyone for all of the sweet support I've gotten on everything!

-KC 💜

Just busy thinking about that trope where Stiles and Stuart are twins and they share a girlfriend...

Both of them are probably a bit possessive of her, showing it with their eyes as they watch the other around her, but don't say anything, knowing that the conflict would only end up hurting her in some childish argument.

Stiles is definitely more open about his desires to show his affection with physical touch. Stuart probably has just as deep of a desire for that but isn't as bold. He's definitely more subtle and isn't big on PDA.

The two probably internally compete to give her the most pleasure when in the bedroom, but refuse to be vocal about it, because, again, it'd only cause her more stress.

Noah has probably walked in on the three of them snuggling on the couch and quickly moving away from each other more than a few times. They do their best to keep him from finding out because they don't even want to imagine his reaction.

Perhaps they take turns going out with her on somewhat public dates for personal romance purposes, but they try to be a bit discreet so that no one suspects the truth about their situation and judges them for it. Plus, the secrecy adds to the fun.

And all of the cuddling possibilities... They probably refuse to be anywhere but on either side of her. Why would they miss out on her touch by being next to their brother? So, she stays in the middle, turning over every so often to face the next twin after some time with the other. Maybe sometimes she has to forcibly decide their positions to vanquish their petty bickering and greedy hands.

She really tries to treat them equally, give them plenty of attention, and make sure that neither of them feels left out, and they couldn't be more grateful. In turn, they are always there to listen and support her when she's upset or going through a hard patch, looking at her lovingly, wiping away her tears, holding her hands, and giving her sweet words of encouragement.

Just some thoughts though...

P.S. If anyone wants an actual blurb about this, let me know :)