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⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 09/03/2025

⭒ Teen Wolf

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⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 09/03/2025

⭒ Teen Wolf

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Dirty Little Secret

Stiles Stilinski x FemReader

You’re Beacon Hills High’s golden girl. Popular, polished, besties with Lydia, and secretly obsessed with the one boy no one else sees the appeal of - Stiles Stilinski. When a biology partnership forces you together, your carefully hidden crush spirals. One night, one assignment, and one very overwhelmed Stiles later, you finally get exactly what you’ve been fantasising about.

Warnings: sexual references, smut, kind of fade to black

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You were halfway through telling Lydia about the absolute dumpster fire that was yesterday’s physics quiz when the sharp crash of textbooks slamming onto linoleum echoed down the hallway. Lydia didn’t even flinch, but you did. Your head snapped toward the lockers, and there he was.

Stiles Stilinski. In all his lanky, chaotic, flannel-wearing, graphic-tee-underneath, frazzled glory.

He was kneeling on the floor, scrambling after a rainstorm of books and loose papers that had spilled from his locker like it personally hated him. His backpack was half unzipped, one shoelace untied, and even his buzzed hair somehow looked messy. In other words, he looked perfect.

You felt that familiar, shameful little kick of attraction deep in your stomach. The one you never admitted out loud, not even to Lydia. Especially not to Lydia.

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Dylan O'Brien and James Sweeney photographed by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho during the “Twinless” Screening & Q+A at NeueHouse in New York. (August 20, 2025).

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the most unrealistic part of teen wolf was how no one wanted stiles

Could you do a Stiles x reader fic please. Something along the lines of You two getting stranded in the middle of nowhere when the Jeep breaks down (again). And duct tape is not working this time. While waiting for a tow, you and Stiles lay on the hood, looking at the sky (maybe the stars if it's night or whatever fits the time of day) and talking about the most random things. He ends up taking your hand, playing with your fingers absentmindedly before realizing what he’s doing and blushing like crazy.

Just something short and sweet! I hope you like it!

“Somehow your grand ideas always get us into trouble.” y/n says to Stiles, who is still trying to fix the Jeep when he knows it’s useless.

“Stiles….I already called a tow….this is pointless.”

“IT’S not pointless…I can always fix her…”

“Stiles, let’s just wait it out and salvage this little plan you had.”

“Ugh, but this isn’t where we were supposed to be!!!!”

“You can stress about it, or you can try to show me this thing in that sky that you haven’t stopped talking about for 3 days…”

“Fine…” Stiles says as he closes the trunk and taps on it for y/n to hop up. “Okay well, you should be able to see all the planets…well two of them you need a telescope for but the rest can be seen with the naked eye.”

Stiles and y/n lay on top of the hood while Stiles points out where all the planets are located in the night sky. He rambles on and on about why you can see so many planets at this particular time and things about each planet that no normal person should know. However, this was one of the things y/n enjoyed about being friends with Stiles. He was so passionate and smart, listening to him would teach you new things everyday. Y/n and Stiles had not been friends for that long. She had only moved to Beacon Hills two years ago. But, of course her arrival had coincided with a huge supernatural event. Y/n had gotten thrown into unwittingly and her and Stiles’ had basically been inseparable since. They studied together, ate meals together, watched movies together and dealt with the supernatural bullshit together. Of course, it wasn’t always just them. Scott and Allison hung out a lot, sometimes Issac would come around, and then there was always Lydia and Jackson that would show up randomly and cause some kind of unnecessary drama. But these kinds of nights were always y/n favorites. Even if they were essentially stuck in the woods for an undetermined amount of time until the tow truck came.

As Stiles veers off the topic of planets, the two start talking about random things.

“Do you think if humans could fly we would consider it exercise and people would therefore stop doing it?” Stiles randomly asked y/n.

“Stiles are you saying your shower thoughts outloud again?” y/n asked him playfully.

“Yes, but I’m seriously asking. Like, wouldn’t it be comparable to swimming? And yeah obviously people still swim, but like it’s exercise. It’s more work…do you think the novelty would wear off?”

“Well yeah, I feel like that’s just the nature of the human species. Somehow every new, crazy, and different thing eventually turns into old, boring, and familiar. And then we’re all looking for the next thing.”

“Hmm, that makes me sad and scared for our species….but anyway…your turn!!!” Stiles sing-songs.

“Ugh, I hate this game, I never come up with anything as good as you.” y/n whined.

“Oh come on, you know you don’t hate playing any game with me!!”

Y/n groaned, but wracked her brain for something to say, “Ummmm, muffins are to cupcakes as smoothies are to milkshakes?”

“Hmmm, yeah I see what you mean…”

“Shut up, I told you I hate this game. I have one more and then I’m done okay….” Y/n rolled her eyes, but continued "Technically firefly is the opposite of waterfall.”

Stiles stilled for a moment and then cackled, “That was the best one yet, I love it that makes total sense but also no sense at all…”

As Stiles continued to chuckle at y/n’s shower thought, he grabbed her hand thinking about how much she could make him laugh. As he traced he laced his fingers with hers he thought that she always complained about this game, but she had to know how much she made him laugh. She had to know that he always wanted to play because she could get him to smile even in the worst of times. It was only when Stiles realized that y/n was silent and frozen that he realized what he was doing. He was holding and caressing his best friend's hand? What the hell was wrong with him?

Stiles face turned red as a tomato as he tried to stutter out an explanation, “Oh jeez, y/n sorry….this….I mean I, you see…I, uh, well I was just distracted and I didn’t mean to pick up your hand, I swear it was a total accident, like I wasn’t even thinking. It totally meant nothing I swear-”

“STILES,” y/n cut him off, “Relax, it was fine, it was nice even. Maybe I even actually kind of liked it.” It was her turn to blush.

“Liked it? Liked it as in like just liked it…or as in like maybe liked it liked it?”

Before y/n could give any kind of answer, the rumbling of the tow truck and the harsh headlights ruined the moment. But as the both hopped off the hood to greet the driver, they both hoped their cheesy, toothy, cheek-numbing smiles answered the question.

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wingedwinchester7

I’ll Always Come Back To You

Ever since Dean took the mark of Cain, he’s been on a rampage. I’ve never been scared of him, even when he got mad over the smallest things. But this was different, he was different.

“This has gone on for too long (y/n)…” Sammy whispered to me, “we have to do something.”

Currently, Sam and I were stuck on one end of the bunker, while Dean was scouring the other end. He was looking for the both of us, but we were crammed into a small closet, trying to be quiet.

“Well any bright ideas? Because being stuck in a closet with you isn’t the best one” I looked up at his tall figure. Our bodies were almost pressed against one another. While most people wouldn’t be opposed to this, I was. Sammy was like a brother to me.

“We have to kill the demon without killing Dean.”

“What?!” I almost screamed, I covered my mouth as soon as I let the question out.

“We need to purify him. I was reading about it, we might need Cas though.”

“So we pray to him, if you truly think this will work, I’ll pray my ass off. Anything to get my boyfriend back.”

I put a finger up to my mouth, signing for him to be quiet and pointed outside the closet; I heard Dean’s footsteps walking slowly down a hall. He was dragging something with him, or something along the wall. In that moment, I closed my eyes and started praying to Castiel, praying so hard. Within seconds, there was a flutter outside and the closet door opened.

“What are you two doing in here?” Castiel asked.

“Shhh!” I grabbed his arm, and pulled him into a bigger room nearby. I was not going to be crammed inside a closet with an angel and 6’4” moose, as Crowley would call him.

“We need your help Cas, it’s Dean. We have to purify him, like we talked about before.” Sam told Castiel, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“What do you mean like you talked about before? You’ve known about this?” I looked at the two of them.

“I told Sam it might be risky, it’s only been done once,” Castiel spoke up.

“Dean is about to come in here and kill all of us Cas, we need to do something.”

“If this is what you both want, I’ll gather the ingredients,” Cas looked at Sam and I. We both nodded our heads.

“We need to trap him first or something though, where are those handcuffs at?”

“Now’s not the time for that, (y/n).” Cas looked down at me.

“Oh my god Cas, I meant the angel cuffs, to keep Dean from going anywhere and killing us while you’re gone.”

Sammy shook his head, looking around in the room for the cuffs. It was going to be tricky, but I knew Castiel would be able to get Dean in the cuffs using some sort of angel juice.

“(Y/n), you’re going to be the one to distract him,” Sam told me, “Cas and I will get him in the cuffs.”

I nodded nervously. But I knew what needed to be done for us to save Dean. It didn’t matter whether or not Dean was a demon at the moment, I knew one thing he couldn’t resist. I opened the door and looked back at them, “meet me in the kitchen in ten, and don’t let Dean kill me.”

I quietly found my way to the kitchen, and found a pie in the freezer. I turned the oven on, and threw it inside. I knew that Dean would eventually start to smell the pie and make his way to the kitchen. Hopefully forgetting about his task of killing anyone who was in his path.

I waited for 5 minutes, nervously standing next to the oven, looking around. Then, he showed up. His eyes were dark green, and they definitely were not filled with lust.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean smiled, I hated the smile he gave me. It was creepy and nothing like how Dean would normally smile at me, “are you baking me a pie?”

I had to play along at my best, acting as if he weren’t something so cold and dark, “of course I made you a pie”

He walked over closer, shoving his body against mine, leaning down and ever so slightly pressing his lips to my skin. I wanted his kiss to feel real, but it made my skin crawl because I knew it wasn’t really Dean.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered against his chest as soon as Castiel and Sam grabbed him. Castiel used all of his strength to put the cuffs onto Dean’s wrists. While the cuffs were going on, Dean looked down at me with a look of disgust.

“It’s not really him (y/n), you need to remember that. Don’t let your feelings get in the way, so we can bring the real him back,” Sam pulled me into a hug and nodded.

I hated betraying Dean like that, even if it weren’t really him. I never would betray him, and the look of disgust he gave me was even worse. I took a couple of minutes to breathe while Sam and Castiel restrained Dean into a chair with a demon trap underneath.

“Cas is going to get the rest of the ingredients for the ritual we need, you okay?” Sam asked, sitting down next to me.

“I want to be, but I hated every moment of that Sam”

“I know, but he’ll be back to normal in no time… hopefully”

I sighed, and sat there while we waited for Castiel to get back, which took no less than an hour. When Cas did get back, Sam and him set up the ritual so they could get started. I wasn’t sure how long this was going to take. For all we knew it could take minutes or it could take hours.

The boys started on the ritual while I took a couple minutes to myself. I had to prepare myself for what could happen.

A couple of hours past, and Sam was so close to breaking Dean, to bringing him back. But I knew Sam was tired.

“Let me help Sammy…” I stood up and walked over him. Looking between him and Dean. Dean scoffed.

“What do you think she is going to do?” His eyes flickered all black and back to their normal color.

“Do you remember the first time we met, Dean?” I sat down in front of him, Sammy backing away to give me some space. I continued on, reminding Dean of the first time we met. Looking into his eyes for the first time in weeks, I could see him in there… some where.

I kept going on, telling Dean all of our favorite places we’ve visited, and ate at. I reminded him of all the good memories we had together. I giggled at one of the memories, “remember the first time you let me drive the Impala?”

Dean smiled. He smiled, and I smiled back at him. He shook his head, still smiling, “I should’ve never let you drive knowing you can’t drive stick. That was a nightmare.”

I laughed, and looked back at Sam. He urged me to keep going, and I did. There were so many things I talked about with Dean, and I saw him in there. There just had to be something else I could do to bring him back.

“Dean, I know that you’re in there,” I put my hand on his cheek, “this isn’t it, this can’t be it. We have to much to live for, and I know you don’t want this. Please, baby, come back to me.”

I did the unthinkable, and I leaned in, kissing his lips softly. When I pulled away, I sat there looking at him. His eyes flickered black and he closed them tightly. When he opened them back up, the blackness in his eyes faded away.

“I’ll always come back you,” Dean smiled, and in that moment I knew it was really him. I grabbed his face and kissed him again, harder this time.

“I knew you would” I smiled.

“Now get these damn cuffs off of me so I can hug you”

Sam took the cuffs off, he was hesitant at first. But I knew it was Dean, and I hugged him tighter than I ever have.

“I promise to always come back to you” Dean whispered into my ear before kissing me one more time.

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I'm alive...omg I'm so sorry. Feel free to send me a story request...I'm rewatching Teen Wolf so I have Stiles on my mind, but ask for anything you want!!

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wingedwinchester7

Studying the Right Creature

The sound of barking caused me to turn my head, and as I saw a dog run through the living room it made me smile. I knew that bark from anywhere. I kneeled down, petting our beloved dog from my childhood. Wait, but… he was no longer alive. This house I was in, wasn’t the childhood home that I grew up in. I stood up, looking around, and there she was. It was my mom, smiling over at me from her couch. She was also petting our childhood dog. This couldn’t be real, none of it could be.

“Hey!” I felt a shake on both of my shoulders, “hey you!”

I blinked a few times, groaning from the light shining into my eyes. The more I blinked, the more I saw the reality I was in.

“She’s waking up Sammy,” I heard the same voice say in a whisper.

I was finally able to fully open my eyes. When I did, I saw two men standing there staring at me. I went to scream but my mouth was covered by a hand, then the man put a finger up to his lips for me to be quiet. That’s when I assumed we were all in the presence of whoever or whatever kidnapped me.

The man who covered my mouth, slowly took his hand off, making sure I wasn’t going to scream. I stayed quiet while he took the restraints off of both my hands. I ripped the IV out of my arm that the Djinn must’ve put in while I was out.

The other man, who I’m assuming his name is Sammy, had a knife in his hand. He was looking around quickly, and went into action once he spotted the monster.

“Stay here!” The man who stood by me said and went to help Sammy. I stayed there as told. There were lots of things being broken, and thrown across the room. But it finally became quiet after a few minutes.

“Holy shit…” I said coming out from behind a wall, looking at the mess that was made, “that was crazy!”

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, you’re lucky we were hunting this thing,” the other man said with a voice huskier than earlier.

“Dean, it’s probably not even her fault, you know Djinn’s can manipulate you with their minds.” Sammy looked over at Dean.

“Thank you… for saving me,” I gave them a small smile, “my name’s Jess. I study Folklore and Mythology. I was studying this Djinn, and next thing I knew I was in a whole different reality.”

“Impressive… that you study Folklore and Mythology, even though it’s not really a myth,” Sammy smiled, “I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean.”

“How did you guys find out about this thing?” I asked, wondering if they also studied Folklore and Mythology.

“You study these monsters, we hunt and kill them,” Dean told me, picking up a knife and wiping whatever remnants was on it, on his sleeve.

“We’re hunters, Men of Letters” Sam told me, helping his brother pick up the body of the Djinn to rid of it.

“I didn’t think the Men of Letters were around anymore” I followed them outside, grabbing a shovel on the way.

“They were destroyed in 1958, and been inactive for over a decade. Until us.”

“Wow, now that’s impressive,” I smiled nonchalantly, and started to dig a hole for Sam and Dean to bury the body.

“For someone who was just kidnapped and almost killed by a monster, you’re really calm,” Dean said, looking down at me from above the grave.

I shrugged, “it’s not the first time this has happened to me, it just so happened you were hunting the same creature I was studying.”

“Maybe you can stick around, and we’ll show you how to defend yourself from things like this Djinn,” Sam offered, and looked over at Dean. He didn’t seem too opposed to it, but he didn’t look thrilled about the offer either.

“Yeah, sure” I squinted looking at him, trying to see through the sun that was shining in my eyes.

Sam seemed excited about teaching me some defensive moves. Once we were done with getting rid of the Djinn, Dean reached down, helping me out of the grave that Sammy and I were standing in. Afterwards, he helped Sam out too.

“How do you guys know you can trust me? You’re just offering to take in a stray off the street. You know nothing about me.” I looked between the two brothers while walking back to their car.

“Sometimes you can just tell,” Sam shrugged while putting all their weapons into the trunk of their car, “we’ll get to know you.”

I took a better look at it their car once the trunk was closed. It was a 1967 Chevy Impala, all black with leather interior and it was a beautiful car.

“Wow,” I said in awe, lightly running my hand down the side of the shiny coat of the car.

“I hope you washed your hands first,” Dean said, opening the driver side door. He smirked a little bit, showing that he was only joking. I smiled while watching him get in, and he looked at me through the window.

“You getting in or what? Maybe you can tell us what you know about the next monster we hunt. You could be useful, I guess,” Dean raised an eyebrow at me, smirking more.

I opened the back door on the drivers side and slid into the back seat. I looked at Dean through the rear view mirror, and I realized how handsome he was. He had his eyes on the road, paying attention to where he was driving. He was drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel along to the beat of the song that was playing on the radio. I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes, how gorgeous his green eyes were, it was the first thing I saw when I came too after the Winchesters saved me. Dean must’ve felt me looking at him, because he looked up at me in the mirror and smiled. I blushed a little, turning my head to look out the window. But I still couldn’t help to glance at him every once in a while. Who knew that studying a Djinn, gone wrong, could possibly be the best day of my life? I guess we would have to wait and see.

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

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boldlyvoid

you showed me colours you know i cant see with anyone else

HELP

Feeling really sad today, some thing big feels like it's changing and it's hard to grasp...

SO I'm going to avoid my feelings like I always do and ask you guys if you have any Lance Sweets x reader requests/ideas/etc. Please help a girl out and send everything ya got!

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Sessions

This is probably going to be only for a very niche part of the internet, but I'm obsessed with Bones again at the moment so here ya go.

Agent Y/n is an FBI agent that occasionally works with Booth, Bones, and the team. She has become good friends with Sweets, and Angela. After an extra brutal case that involved a serial killer and an intense fixation on Agent Y/n herself, Y/n needs mandated counseling from her favorite psychologist. The following are the sessions that document the beginning of something more than a professional or even friendly relationship.

Session 1

“For the record, I think this is totally unnecessary.” Y/n sighed.

“I do not agree. You’ve been through a traumatizing experience.”

“How is this any more traumatizing than the events I witness on a day-to-day basis. This is literally my job Lance.”

“It’s not everyday that a killer is specifically targeting you y/n, so, once again, I disagree. Plus it’s mandated by the FBI, so you don’t really have a choice.” Lance said matter of factly, “I’ll take your extreme eye roll as acceptance. You know some people say that your eyes could get stuck that way.”

“Shut up and do your psycho shit.”

“There’s nothing for me to do, we just need to talk. We talk all the time, what’s the problem now?”

“We talk as friends, this is not us talking as friends Lance, this is some bullshit test to see if I’m still capable of doing my job. I don’t think it’s fair to me to think that just because some asshole murderer decided to set his sights on me means that I suddenly don’t have the ability to do my damn job anymore!”

“Y/N that’s, well that’s actually an accurate depiction so I can’t debate that. But I want you to understand it’s not me personally that feels like that. It’s the men upstairs, as one would say, you can still talk to me.”

“Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” Y/n smirked at him

“Well, if I thought this could actually be a problem I absolutely would have suggested that you go to a different psychologist, but I don’t think it’s that kind of problem. I still think you need to talk to someone though.”

“Ehh, I think we need to talk more about how you’re totally showing favoritism here.”

“Let’s talk about that after we talk about you, yeah?”

“If you insist, Dr. Sweets.”

Session 2 “How many more of these do we have to do?” Y/n complained.

“This is only session number two y/n, I think you know it’s going to take more than that. I would like to discuss how you’re feeling now. It’s been exactly 10 days since he was caught.”

“Well, I would still like to talk about how you’re showing immense favoritism by seeing me as a patient since we’re quote, unquote friends.”

“Woah, woah, now that makes it seem like you don’t think we’re friends.”

“Now, I didn’t say that, but I would like to dissect why that was your immediate thought.”

“Oh, so now you’re the psychologist, huh?” Lance asked, quietly laughing at y/n.

“Yes, you know what. I think I would like to switch professions…would you mind switching seats with me? I think it’s time for me to take over this session.”

“You know what, sure. I think this will be good for my analysis. Go ahead there y/n, take your new seat.”

“So Mr. Sweets-”

“Woah, woah so in your fantasy my degrees suddenly fail to exist?”

“Shhhhhh, we’re doing things my way now, remember? So, Mr. Sweets, why is it that you seem to be showing me favoritism?”

“Well technically, how can I be showing favoritism if, in this fantasy, you have taken away my degrees therefore I would have no-”

“Lance!!!!! You are not making this fun for me!!!! Can you stop with your logic please and just answer my question?! Why are you avoiding the answer?” Y/n said half joking, but also half annoyed at him for not letting her have any fun.

“Okay, okay. Well, Dr. y/l/n, I suppose I show you favoritism because you’re one of my favorite people. Some may say, as I’m sure you know with your vast knowledge of psychology and all the varying fields, that I’ve been creating my own family since my parents died. I consider you one of those people.”

“Wow…that’s. I…don’t….that’s probably one of the most honest and sweetest things anyone has ever said to me… As a friend, not as a psychologist of my vast knowledge, will you tell me about them? About your parents?”

“Of course I will.”

Session 3

“Y/n are we finally going to discuss what we’re here to talk about?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Do you think that maybe it means something that you don’t want to talk about it?”

“No, I just don’t wanna.”

“Y/n, come on. The longer this drags out the longer we have to keep doing these sessions.”

“Well maybe I like the sessions and I don’t want them to end.”

“Well, you know they don’t have to, right? Just because we speak about what we have to discuss doesn't mean that we have to stop having the sessions, just that I can finally sign off on the papers your bosses are asking for. If we can get through this we can talk about whatever you want in the next session, maybe even me again if that’s what you would prefer.”

“Fine, but I just want to say that I am doing this entirely against my will…”

“I will definitely put that on the record.”

“I guess what I feel is…not safe. I don’t feel safe at my house, I don’t feel safe at work, I don’t feel safe in the field. Honestly, the only place I feel safe is here. I guess that’s why I don’t want these meetings to end. See there goes my vast psychological knowledge at work.”

There was a moment of silence where y/n said, “See this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything. Your face looks sad, like you’re pitying me right now.”

“I’m not pitying you, y/n. That’s not what I'm feeling right now. I’m feeling sad for someone I care about because they just told me they don’t feel safe anymore. I’m frustrated that you can’t function in life without being scared. I’m angry that some maniac decided to set his sights on you and now you’re not who you were before. I’m just pissed, I’m…I don’t even know.”

“I think you’re more angry than I am. Can’t you take some comfort that I find some solace in here with you?”

“Well, I mean yeah, but it doesn’t make me any less angry. Why…why do you feel safe here?”

“I don’t know. I mean I guess because well first off, you obviously. Talking to you makes me feel like I don’t have anything to worry about. It’s also a small office, only one access point, so logically I have a better chance of protecting myself.”

“I don’t like that, but I can understand it. I wish that you didn’t have to feel like that.” Lance said, putting his notebook down and moving next to y/n on the couch.

“Not very psychologist-like of you, Lance.”

“You’re right, but very friend-like of me. That’s what’s more important right now I believe.”

“Well thank you for being my friend. I…I…uhh really appreciate that. I appreciate you.”

Session 4

“Sooooooo, you said we can talk about you this time, right??”

“If you’re so inclined, I still think we should talk about you though.”

“I just think that you want to avoid being psycho-analyzed like you do to everyone who sits on this couch.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“I think it’s very fair. Anywhooooooooo, tell me more about what you were like as a kid.”

“Oh so now you’re going to delve into my childhood trauma?”

“I mean yes that was the plan, but you seem to have uncovered it way too soon. See no fun.”

“I already told you about growing up with my parents. Dissect from that what you will.”

“Well yeah, but what were you like, 6 or 7? What about before that? And what about your biological parents? Did you know anything about them?”

“It’s not really something I want to get into y/n.”

“Come on, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. We can go question for question.”

“Y/n. I said I do not want to talk about it! THAT’S IT.” Lance said angrily.

“Lance, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how serious it was. Really, I’m sorry for pushing. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, y/n, it’s me. God, I’m such an asshole. It just…well it wasn’t a good time before I got adopted by my parents. I didn’t feel safe before them. That’s…that’s all I want to say.”

“Understood. I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt you now, let alone little 6 year old you with a sweet little baby face. You know your last name actually fits you very well, kinda like fate if you ask me.”

“That’s very kind y/n. Thank you, I appreciate it.” Sweets smiled at y/n.

“Just being a friend, nothing to thank me for here.”

Session 5

“So, I’ve come to a conclusion.” Y/n said, smiling cheekily to Lance.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“You’re literally being paid to sit here and talk to your best friend. That’s like a totally cushy gig.”

“Oh, you’re my best friend?”

“I mean yes. Clearly, we are definitely best friends. It's, like, completely obvious.”

“I was unaware so thank you for informing me of that.”

“Lance, come on. You totally know we’re best friends. Don’t try to hide it. You have no reason to be embarrassed, you know, I’m a pretty cool person.”

“Well, you are a pretty cool person. And like I said previously, I do consider you part of the family I’ve made. I guess it is obvious we’re best friends, silly me for not recognizing it earlier.”

“I like talking to you Lance.”

“I like talking to you as well, y/n.”

Session 6

“Y/n.”

“Woah, you sound serious.”

“I am, there’s something I have to talk to you about.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“I can’t be your psychologist anymore.”

“Woah, wait, what. What do you mean? Where is this coming from? Lance, did I do something? Say something?”

“Y/n, it’s not about you. Well, I mean not like that. It’s nothing that you did, or said. I…I just. Well you were right before, this is kind of a conflict of interest. Professionally, I shouldn’t be seeing you. It’s not right.”

“Oh, I, uh…thanks for proving me right I guess. Um…I think I’m going to go now.”

“No! Wait! I know you feel safe here, with me, in this room. We can still talk here, we can still have these conversations. I don’t want to take that away from you. I’m just recommending that I cannot adequately finish clearing you from what happened.”

“I don’t understand what’s changed suddenly. I brought this up weeks ago. I don’t want to go sit in someone else’s office and talk about this shit. I didn’t want to go through this in the first place. Lance, I don’t understand why you would do this. You know how hard this was for me, I can’t believe you would do this.”

“Y/n, just trust me, it’s for the best.”

“I don’t trust you right now. This isn’t what is best for me. I can’t believe this, I can’t believe yo-”

Lance cut y/n off, “Y/n I LOVE YOU…I…I am in freaking love with you and that’s why I can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair to me either.”

“Lance…I…you…I…”

“I think you should leave now.”

“Wait, wait, no…I love you too. I’ve been falling for you since the moment I met you.”

“y/n-”

“I’m serious. All of these sessions just confirmed it more for me. That’s why I felt safe here, with you. You make me feel like I don’t have to worry or be scared anymore.”

“Y/n, I…you make… you’re-”

“Just shut up and kiss me already.” Y/n said, already leaning in to place her lips on his.

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The Mistake (pt 1)

A/N: If you have an idea for the mistake y/n made send me a message, still throwing around some ideas and can't make a decision.

“Scott, this has to be the absolute worst idea you’ve ever had.” Stiles said, angrily.

“At this point, it’s the only thing to do, so you can either deal with it or probably die.”

“Scott, listen, I know this is the last thing Stiles wants, I’ll switch with someone, I don’t want to make Stiles uncomfortable.”

“No, there is no more switching, no more debating. That’s final. Done.”

Y/n knew that Stiles was pissed, and she didn’t blame him. She had really fucked up a year ago and since then, their relationship has been non-existent. They never communicated and only saw each other at pack meetings or in history class and he made sure to sit as far away from her as humanly possible. As much as she could take back what had happened between them, she had tried to explain herself a few times and he never gave her a chance. She couldn’t bring herself to try anymore after that.

“I can’t believe I have to spend the whole weekend with her.” Stiles complained to Scott the next day.

“I don’t want to hear it anymore. Y/n has tried to apologize so many times and you refuse to accept her apology. I get that she hurt you, but you have to get over yourself. This is the only way for us to be safe these next couple days. Do you want to die?!”

“Of course I don’t want to die. But we could have figured something else out, literally anything else.”

“I’m done arguing with you. You and y/n will go to your house tonight after school. Keep each other safe, that’s it. Period.”

Y/n was no better, “Scott, come on, there’s nothing else we can figure out? I don’t want Stiles to be unhappy. He’s going to be so annoyed all weekend and he’s just going to hate me more after this ordeal.”

“Y/n, if this wasn’t the only option I would change it, just for all the grief you two are giving me. Stiles will get over himself. He’s the one acting like a child.”

“I know, but I already hurt him once. I don’t want to keep fucking up our non-exsistent realationship.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s two and a half days, I promise you’ll survive.”

When y/n walked out of the school that afternoon, Stiles was leaning against the side of his jeep. He was clearly as unhappy as y/n was.

“Listen, Stiles, I really tried to change Scotts’ mind about this. I know this is not ideal, I do not want to make you uncomfortable. I will stay to myself and not bother you, I promise.”

“Let’s just get this weeked over with.”

The ride was absolutely silent and uncomfortable, totally awkward. Stiles unlocked the door, when they got to his house. Stiles threw his bookbag by the door and made his way to the kitchen. Y/n placed her bookbag down gently and awkwardly waited a couple minutes before following Stiles. He was eating chips at the kitchen table.

“Help yourself I guess.” Stiles told her.

Y/n grabbed a snack and decided to sit herself at the island so she didn’t have to awkwardly sit with Stiles when he clearly didn’t want to be around her. They sat in silence once again. The only sound was the ticking clock and the crunching of their snacks. Stiles finished, threw away his trash, and walked up the stairs to his room. Y/n was definitely not following him up there, so she kept her ass right where it was.

Stiles sat upstairs and tried to call Scott a couple times. He was clearly avoiding him because he didn’t want to hear his shit. So he called his dad.

“Daddddddd. I don’t understand why y/n has to be here.”

“Stiles, you liked this girl like a year ago. I don’t get why you’re being so hostile towards her.”

“Ugh, well I really liked her, like a lot, asked her out on a date and everything. She never showed up, never called, never texted, nothing. And then the next day I saw her out with some random guy. I haven’t really talked to her since.”

“So you never asked her what actually happened? Did she ever explain? Did you ever let her explain?”

“Well…I think she tried a couple times, but I refused to listen to her…”

“Give her a break, kid. Seriously. You guys are stuck together all weekend. Let it go before you give yourself an aneurysm.”

Stiles hung up and truly started to think about what his dad had to say. He WAS going to end up pulling his hair out if this weekend continued this way.

Meanwhile, y/n had her history book out and started studying for a test on Monday. After almost 40 minutes, she literally couldn’t sit there for any longer. She started walking around downstairs looking at the stuff on the fridge and the pictures on the walls.

“Are you being nosy?” Stiles asked from behind her, making her jump in the air.

“Jesus Christ Stiles. Are you trying to fucking kill me?”

“No, that’s literally the opposite of why you’re here this weekend.”

“Haha, very funny. I just got bored studying. It’s weird being here, okay? I literally don’t know what to do with myself, or where the fuck I can be.”

“You can be anywhere. Mi casa es tu casa, at least for the weekend. I know you tried to keep this from happening, and I really appreciate that. I was being childish, what happened a year ago is old news. It is what it is, let’s just try not to die, okay?”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what happened before. I really fucked it all up.”

“Come on, I have an air mattress for ya. Let’s go make it so you can sleep tonight.”

Y/n followed Stiles up to his room to make her bed for the next couple nights. It was strange being in his room after a year of non-stop cold shoulder from him. Her eyes scanned his room. There were books and papers scattered everywhere and his laptop was sitting haphazardly on the corner of his desk. His bed was half made and there were a few shirts on the floor.

“Wow, did you clean up just for me?” She asked him, with a silly glint in her eye.

“Ha Ha, you’re just hilarious y/n.”

“I know, people tell me that a lot.” They both laughed at that and made the bed in a comfortable silence.

Y/n was feeling a lot better about the situation, but she really wished she could take back what she did before. She had really liked Stiles and felt like a complete jerk. She didn’t want to bring it up again and ruin the new comradery. Stiles had put on the TV and they were both just sitting and watching it while scrolling through their phones.

“Soooo pizza or chinese for dinner?” Stiles asked casually.

“Ummmm, pizza. Extra cheese.”

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The Third Time (The First Time pt 3)

Sorry....this took WAY too long and idek if you guys care anymore...I'm so sorry. Send me Spencer requests plz.

By the time the shopping trip was over, Spencer, who had rode with Derek, was already gone. Y/n was very frustrated at this point. She looked all through her room while she was getting her stuff together, and even peeked in Spencer’s room to see if he had left her a phone number, a note, anything. Pen could definitely tell how frustrated y/n was when they got in the car to leave.

“Um, not to sound harsh… but you seem very, very irritated.”

“No, I’m totally fine. Totally peachy.”

“Okay, now I know you’re not fine.”

“Well…. I don’t want to talk about it anyway.”

“Um, okay y/n, whatever you say.”

After a few minutes of silence, y/n couldn’t hold it in anymore. Pen was too easy to talk to, and it was about her friend anyway.

“Okay fine, Spencer and I had sex,” Pen whipped her head to the side, her mouth agape. “Twice.”

Pen slammed on the breaks and pulled to the side of the road, “Hold on just a damn second. YOU HAD SEX WITH SPENCER TWICE?!?!?!?!?!”

“Yes, the first time was when we all got drunk after that one case. And we left things kind of…weird. And then last night, we were both cleaning up and we kissed and well, then it happened again. I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything, it was just so damn weird…but also really good. But now, once again we left things without talking about it and I don’t want it to be. I like him, I think I could really like him. I want to get to know him more, I want to spend more time with him.”

“Okay, first off, I want to know everything, but I also don’t. I need all the details, but also, don’t talk about it ever again. I’ll figure it out later. Secondly, calm down. I will give you his number right now.”

Y/n couldn’t figure out what to say at first. She kept typing out messages and then erasing them. She figured that she would get some sleep first and then her head would be clear enough to type out a message. As y/n and Pen walked into their building, Pen got that message that they had a case. It relieved y/n a little, it gave her more time to figure out what to say. When she knew the team was back, she would send a well thought out message to Spencer.

The team was gone for almost a whole week and by then, y/n had lost all her nerve. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin the whole thing. After she had given up trying to write the “perfect” text to Spencer, she started writing a story. Very much based on her feelings of her situation with Spencer. She got almost half a novel done in the week the team was on their latest case. Pen stopped by after the team got back.

“Y/n y/m y/l, I talked to Spencer…why have you not talked to him?”

“Ugh, Pen, I don’t know. I lost my nerve. I was trying to find the perfect thing to say to him and I just felt like nothing was right. I didn’t want to mess anything up.”

“Y/n, you need to talk to him. He’s really upset. I mean, he doesn’t know I know anything…but I can tell. You gotta do something. I totally think you two are meant to be now.”

“Maybe this is just the writer in me, but I feel like I need some kind of big grand gesture. I know he was upset before and I can only imagine how much more upset he is now that it happened AGAIN.”

“Well, we just got off a pretty big case and I know for a fact Spencer hardly sleeps, especially if he has something on his mind. So you might as well just go to his place and keep him some company, if you know what I mean.”

“Ew Pen. I like the first part of the idea, but ew. Get out, I have to get ready.”

Y/n threw on jeans and a hoodie and refused to look in the mirror and talk herself out of going to Spencer’s. She blasted music so she didn’t think on the car ride over. When she pulled into his buildings’ parking lot, it immediately started pouring. Her grand gesture was definitely coming to fruition. She ran to the steps that led to Spencer’s apartment, climbed up and ran to his door. She raised her hand to knock on the door and lost her nerve. Her brain started that over-thinking thing. She tried to shake it out of her body and raised her hand to knock again, but before she could decide to knock or chicken out again, Spencer opened the door.

“Oh, uh….hey.”

“Hi y/n.”

“Um, I, well….my brain didn’t get this far to actually decide what to say.”

“Well, why don’t you come in and dry off. You’re a little wet.”

“Yeah, it started pouring as soon as I parked downstairs….”

Spencer let y/n in and got her a change of clothes, getting changed in the bathroom just gave y/n more time to think. She still had no idea what to say to him or how to talk about the subject. She didn’t realize how long she had been in there until Spencer knocked on the door.

“Hey, y/n, are you okay?”

She opened the door, ‘Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking. I didn't know I was in there that long, honestly.”

“It’s okay. Do you want some tea?”

“Yes, actually that would be great.”

As y/n sat at his kitchen island, and Spencer made some tea, the silence was a tad awkward. Neither had any idea what to say to each other. They both had more than enough that they wanted to say, but neither knew the other felt the same exact way.

Spencer wanted nothing more than to start something with y/n. He had never, ever had sex with someone the first time they met and had never felt this way, this fast about someone. Technically, they hadn’t even had a real date. Spencer wanted to take her out to the fanciest place he could find and show her how much he liked her.

Y/n had no idea how she let herself get so carried away with Spencer, but she just knew deep down that he was a good guy. She really wanted Spencer to like her. She thought they could be really good for each other. There was a connection there that she had never felt with anyone before.

“So,” They both started and then laughed at each other. That definitely broke the ice and y/n had the confidence to say what she wanted.

“Spencer, I just want you to know that this thing with us, it’s…well I don’t know how to describe it. The first time felt awkward after and I didn’t know what to say, but at Rossi’s house, I wanted to talk to you after but then you were gone when we got back. That same day, Pen gave me your number, but I couldn’t figure out what to say. Nothing seemed right or good enough. So listen, I don’t know how you feel, but I really like you and I think that we should at least go on a date…”

“I would love nothing more than to take you out and give you absolutely everything you could ever want…but there’s something I want to do first…”

And that was the third of many, many times the two of them lost themselves in each other.

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