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Started writing: April 8th, 2016 Last updated: May 29th, 2018 Total works: 74

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* = Smut

~Stiles Stilinski

One Shot

Perfect Surprise

Adventures With Roscoe [dumbass-stilinski] *

Fireworks*

Irresistible*

Nothing Personal*

Voyeur*

Chemosignals*

Neighbors*

Let’s Go Get Stoned*

Miss Me*

Brand New Moves*

Drunk*

We Need to Talk About Kevin*

Sharing Is Caring*

Dreaming Alone*

Locker Room*

Netflix*

Refrigerator Magnets*

Pants on Fire* (Part Stiles, Part Scott)

Still Remembering*

Testing Theories*

Nerves*

Trust Me*

Camping*

Be A Good Girl*

Series

Nerdgasm

Playing Games

Sinking

Crawl Home To Her

Best Mistake

Stay Puft

All Or Nothing

Puppy Love 

Collabs

Secret Kink* [Collab with @celestial-cheryl]

What’s On The Board* [Collab with @writingsbychlo]

Right To Remain Silent* [Collab with @writingsbychlo]  

~Void

One Shot

Yuanfen*

Well Read*

Heathens [dumbass-stilinski]* 

Series

Little Bird

Kurai Koibito 

Collabs

Little Girl* [Collab with @writingsbychlo]

Claim Your Prize* [Collab with @ninja-stiles]

~Stuart Stilinski

Series

The Other

~Stiles/Scott/Reader (Threesome)

One Shot

Starving*

~Stiles/Isaac/Reader (Threesome)

One Shot

Getting Along*

~Dylan O’Brien

One Shot

Dear Diary*

Stress*

Devoid Of Color*

Jealousy*

Best Birthday*

Series

The Wedding Singer*

Part 1 

Part 2

Collabs

What’s Your Fantasy?*

~Thomas (The Maze Runner)

One Shot

The Map Room*

Getting Caught*

Fighting For Him*

Collabs

Part 1 - Before The Maze* [Collab with @writingsbychlo]

Part 2 - After The Maze* [Collab with @writingsbychlo ]

Vocal* [Collab with @writingsbychlo]

~Stuart Twombly (The Internship)

One Shot

Work From Home*

Technical Difficulties [dumbass-stilinski]* 

Fair Game*

~Dave Hodgman (The First Time)

One Shot

Hiding*

Car Trouble*

Collabs

Hotter Than The Pizza* [Collab with @writingsbychlo]

~Mitch Rapp (American Assassin)

One Shot

Mile High*

Series

Trouble*

~Isaac Lahey

One Shot

Promise

Scream

Alleyways*

~Stydia One Shot

I Found

~Scott McCall One Shot

Vanilla*

Good Girl*

Favorite Wolf*

~Tyler Posey

One Shot

director: THROW DYLAN AGAINST IT

dylan: okay u__u

request : Ooh you should do a fluff of kian where it’s the reality house and he likes you and you like him but nothing has ever happened but while competing your flirting with Crawford or someone as a joke and kian pulls you to the side and confesses his feeling because he is jealous . Agh that would be so cute.

your pov

elijah hands me a shot and i tilt my head back, letting the liquid reach my stomach. crawf offers me a chaser but i shake my head no.

“oh we got a badass in here guys!” he announces loudly. i laugh and hit his chest playfully

“shut up crawf!” i giggle. i can feel kians eyes burning into the side of my face as i’m standing here talking to crawford.

i ignore the sudden heat on the side of my face and keep my attention focused on crawf.

“so you’re DJing tonight?” i asked him interested in his answer. he nods his head

“i’ll save you a spot next to me and maybe i can show you how it’s done.” he flirts a little.

“i’d like that!” i reply back as Elijah hands us both a shot. crawford cheers my glass and we both tilt our heads back together as elijah adds it to his insta story. i can feel the heat from kian moving closer to me but i try to ignore it.

he hasn’t said one word to me since i showed up to this house. we’ve been hanging out for six months, flirting lightly. i thought we were getting really close. i even started to actually picture us dating. we hang out almost every day. i thought the reality house would be a

great opportunity for us to spend some quality time together and really get to know each other, but it seems like he had a different idea about it.

kians pov

her laugh stops me in my tracks. i look around the room to see where it’s coming from with a smile on my face until my eyes stop at her with her hand on crawford’s chest. i growl a little internally at the thought of her touching another guy like that. i haven’t had time to say hi to her since she walked in, but she hasn’t come up to me either.

i don’t take my eyes off of her as she continues her conversation with him. elijah hands them another shot and they take it together and before she can finish it i find myself standing right next to her. i lightly touch her arm and she turns and our eyes meet. i smile softly as she scowls.

“can we talk please?” i ask quietly. she nods and i pull her into another room where it’s just us.

i sit down in a chair and pull her on top of me. her eyes search mine for answers to questions she hasn’t asked yet. i bring my hands up to her face and pull her lips onto mine. the familiar feeling of ecstasy rushes over me just like every other time her lips meet mine. i love my hands to her waist and pull her closer to me breaking the kiss for a few seconds.

“please y/n, don’t flirt with other guys. it drives me batshit crazy.” i whisper quietly before leaning in for another kiss. her lips reach down to mine and she kisses me back before pulling away.

“why shouldn’t i?” she said with a little sass. i growl internally

“you’re mine.” i reply hastily without thinking of the words before they come out of my mouth.

“am i?” she questions curiously

“i would like to think so..” i trail off quietly “i like you y/n. please don’t make me jealous. it isn’t pretty.”

she laughs quietly knowing that i’m telling her the truth.

“you’re going to have to actually ask me if you want me to be yours you know.” she says after a brief pause.

i nod quickly.

“y/n, will you please, please, be mine?” our eyes meet again, both filled with desire and affection. she lowers her lips to mine again leaving a quick kiss before pulling away and saying

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.