#stuart twombly imagines

[sageo7]

okay i wanted to just put out that i take requests for more than just stiles!! i am working through my drafts rn 😔 but id also love some requests for other dylan characters teehee, so this is my list of who i write for ☺️ so if y'all want anything from these characters.. lmk ;)

stiles stilinski (any season)

void stiles

stuart twombly

mitch rapp

joel dawson

thomas mzr

dave hodgman

colin (not okay)

[obriengf]

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

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

SEATBELT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I'm not, either."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marie-swriting]

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Stuart Twombly

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[star-stilinski]

can someone PLEASE request some stiles/joel/mitch/stuart ?!?!?! i hate all my drafts and i need someone else to give me good ideas and i KNOW some of yall have some requests out there you're too scared to send. PUT THEM IN I LOVE YOU ALL

[yujisabs]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ohwowimlonley]

DAY FIFTEEN

Stuart Twombly + voyeurism kink

[warnings - masturbation (f and m), slight dark behaviour, voyeurism]

[word count - 566]

[kinktober list]

Stuart isn’t supposed to be home yet. Actually, you’re supposed to have your shared flat to yourself for the next few hours, so it’s not such an inappropriate thought that maybe you could have some self care time. 

Without the lingering threat of someone walking in on you, the bedroom door had been left open as a show of your carelessness. Music drifts softly throughout the compact two-bed, all the curtains are drawn despite the fact that it’s only half past six on a Thursday evening. 

The only issue is that you’re not at home alone as you originally thought; Stuart had come storming in a few minutes ago, annoyed beyond belief because no one is as smart as him, so he’d stormed out of the lecture hall dead set on the idea of releasing his frustrations via an extra long gaming session. 

Instead, he stumbles into a dimmed house with slow music wafting through the warm air. His eyebrow hitches up in suspicion, wondering why you had the flat so dark so early. He wanders through the house, towards your open bedroom door when he deduces that’s where the music is coming from. As he gets closer to the threshold, the music begins to mix with soft, gasping mewls.

He stops dead in his tracks. You wouldn’t- would you? Do you know that he’s home? Is this some sort of invitation? All these questions and more cloud his head, and he almost doesn't notice the fact that he’s now well past the doorway to your room, only hidden by the way your wardrobe juts out in the way of the door - he’s safe from your gaze for now. 

“Oh,” a whimper tumbles from your ever-soft lips, and Stuart can only imagine what you're doing to yourself. He can picture you trembling on top of your sheets, fingers fumbling about with your delicate, puffy lips; maybe you’re even thinking about him while you’re doing it.

Perhaps you have a toy in there with you, drilling it into your weepy core. He knows for a fact that whatever stupid silicone you have in there, it won’t make you feel anywhere near as good as his cock would.

“S- oh- Stuart-” theres a thump, maybe it’s your head hitting the pillow, and Stuart freezes. Oh God, he thinks, what have I done? I’m such a fucking creep, she’s never going to speak to me ever again. But then- “Mm, feels so good,”

Oh. So you are thinking about him? If only he could see inside your head, maybe he could make your fantasies come to life. Maybe you’re imagining his tongue all over your pretty cunt, licking up any semblance of your delicious wetness. That image often plagues his mind - being able to feel your sticky honey coat his tongue. 

“Baby, please, I need more,” I could give you more, he thinks indignantly. 

His cock gives an interested kick at the sound of a loud squelch - oh God, is that your fingers in your pussy? More than anything, all Stuart wants is to burst into your room and show you something you can really moan about. 

He can’t help but stuff a hand down past his sweats and boxers, gripping onto his rock hard cock and leaning closer towards the dulcate tones of your pleasure ringing out. 

It’s safe to say he won’t be moving for a while.

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[stilinskibaby]

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: ̗̀➛ REQUESTING.

okay to request:

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

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

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

do not request:

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

tropes — self harm. incest. domestic abuse.

story type — male reader. series. child reader.

other things to request

✰ ≫ moodboards! (trope, character, etc)

ex. dating stiles, witch!issac, etc.

๑ ≫ ship! (shipping u with a character)

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

♡ ≫ questions about characters

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

・❥・DO NOT INTERACT.

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

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[faithiegirl01]

Faithie’s Fic Finding Corner:

Ok y’all I need your help…

Back when I was younger and still reading on Wattpad I came across this Fic where Stuart twombly and the reader were together. The reader was on her period and just cuddling with him on the couch. She gets annoyed with everything that’s going on so she sticks her headphones in her ears and starts to paint on her paint app. She then hears Nick says something about calling Stuart Stewie and he says “Stuart, never Stewie,” and Nick is all confused and says “but she called you it. Why can she and I can’t?” And Stuart response was “because she came up with it,”. Then Stuart gets up along with the reader like he just knows that she’s in pain and takes her home.

Anyway when I found that one I absolutely adored it. When I first found it I think it was titled “never Stewie,” idk though it’s been a really long time since I’ve read it. But recently I got an idea when thinking about that fic and I’d really like to read it again for some inspiration on the fic I plan to write.

But… sadly I can’t find it anywhere anymore. So could you all possibly help me out and let me know if you know where to find it or if it’s still up? Or like if it’s gone?

It would mean the world to me if someone could either find it or the author, because I absolutely loved that one back when I first started writing my own work.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Not The Average Girl- Stuart Twombly

Part 2

Stuart's POV

Three years ago, Y/F/N Y/L/N went through the internship trials. She got the internship and that turned into a full-time graphic designing job.

This past summer, I went through the internship trails with my group. By some miracle, we got the internship.

And now, I'm interning in the office next door to hers. Which means I see her every single day.

It's torture. . . Well, sort of.

Every day I see her and she's practically perfect. But, of course, she has no idea who I am. I've tried the whole Hallmark level "meet cute" by accidentally bumping into her. But instead of looking up and falling in love with me, she stutters a sorry, picks up her stuff, and scurries off to some meeting.

My interning group and I were currently sitting outside eating lunch when something across the Google campus caught my eye. I froze when I saw Y/N walking back into the office as she rummaged through her bag. I smiled as she was somehow able to grab a file, read through it, write notes, and walk without bumping into anyone.

I jumped out of the trance she put me in when I felt something hit my head. I turned around to see my group smirking at me.

"Damn," Nick said under his breath. "You've got it bad for Ms. Y/N, huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stuttered and cleared my throat before going back to eating my lunch.

"We all know, Stuart," Billy said, glancing around our table. I looked at all of their knowing looks, finally giving in.

"Okay, fine," I sighed. "But it doesn't matter. She's completely oblivious to any advancement I try to make towards her."

"Have you ever thought that, maybe, she isn't the kind of girl who goes for guys who have "moves"? Maybe Y/N isn't the kind of girl who goes for the douchy ladies man type?" Neha shrugged.

"Yeah," Nick added. "Have you thought about simply asking her out?"

"Are you kidding?" I scoffed. "She'd think I was a complete stalker freak."

"Aren't you?" Yo-yo said slightly under his breath. The whole group laughed at his comment as I rolled my eyes.

"Stuart," Neha sighed once everyone had calmed down. "You say she's ignored all your "passes", but why not try something you've never done before?"

"And what's that?" I sighed.

"Just talk to her," she said, laughing slightly. "Go up to her, introduce yourself, and start a friendship. If she's like most girls, Y/N would rather have a relationship that came from a friendship than one that came from a pickup line."

                       * * * * *

It's been a few days since my friends found out I have a crush on Y/N. They don't tease me about it. Instead, whenever we see her, they send me sympathetic looks.

I was in the copier room alone when someone walked in. I bit my lip when I looked over my shoulder to see Y/N walking in with her arms full of papers.

Someone bumped into her, making everything she had in her hands fall. "Great," she said under his breath.

I didn't hesitate to lean down and help her start picking up the papers. "Thanks," she sighed. "I swear, people in this office can be so rude."

"I know," I said, chuckling. "Always focused on what they're doing, not on what's going on around them."

I held my breath as she slowly looked up at me. I sucked in a breath when she smiled at me. We slowly stood back up, our arms full of her papers. She smiled as I carefully handed my armful over to her.

"Thanks." My heart did a weird flip as she looked at me without breaking her smile.

"I'm Stuart," I stuttered as I nervously wiped my hands on my jeans.

"Y/N," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you," I said, still nervous.

"You're a new intern here, right?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Umm, yeah," I said, my cheeks burning as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"And how's that going?" She teased.

"It's actually not as bad as I thought it would be," I chuckled. "Not nearly as bad as what we had to go through to get here."

"Oh yeah," she laughed. "I remember going through those. It was stressful and awful. I used to have anxiety attacks every time I passed Mr. Chetty in the hallway."

"I still do," I joked. I smiled when I made her laugh.

Before I could say anything else, someone came in and asked for Y/N's help. Things started to be different between Y/N and me after that. Now whenever we saw each other in the hallway, we would wave and sometimes even stop and have a short conversation.

One day, I was walking down the hallway and I ended up passing Y/N's office. "Son of a bitch," I heard her mumble. I stopped outside her office and hesitated.

"Everything okay in here?" I asked, popping my head in.

"Oh, hey Stuart," she sighed. I watched as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"You okay?"

"No," she said, sending me a look. "I hate computers."

I laughed as I walked in and sat down at a chair across from her desk. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," she said, slumping more into her chair. "I've been trying to get this stupid thing to work all day. I've tried calling IT, but they were no help. Shocker there."

"Want me to give it a try?" I offered, slightly chuckling.

"Really?" She asked, sitting up.

"Yeah," I shrugged as I stood up. "I mean, I'm pretty good with all this."

"Thanks, Stuart," she smiled as she stood up and moved to the side.

I sat down and immediately started working on her computer. As I fixed it, I tried to ignore the fact that Y/N was standing behind me. Thanks to a few cheat codes I know, I got her computer cleaned up and fixed in roughly twenty minutes.

"Done," I said as her computer rebooted.

"Seriously?" She asked. I sucked in a breath when she stood behind me and put her hands on my shoulders as she leaned over me to get a better look at her computer screen.

"Yeah," I stuttered, ignoring the feeling of her squeezing my shoulders.

"That seemed. . . Easy," she chuckled. "How'd you do it?"

"Well with all the stuff our computers go through, there's a lot of build-up. I know a few cheat codes that work around the system to break down the roadblocks and viruses."

"I have no idea what any of that means," she chuckled. "How do you know those codes?"

"I learned them," I stuttered. I looked over my shoulder to see her sending me a knowing look.

"You learned them?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "From where?"

"From. . . Fine," I sighed. "I used to decode video games and "borrow" their codes. I tweak them a little bit depending on what I need them for," I explained.

"Well, I guess I should say thank you," she giggled.

"Anytime," I said, clearing my throat. I stood up and pulled her chair out for her. She smiled as she sat down. I waited as she logged in, making sure everything still works.

"Wow," Y/N said under her breath. "Everything is perfect. Thank you, Stuart."

I smiled before turning around and leaving her office. Right as I got to the door, I hesitated. I slowly turned around to see her immediately back to work.

"Hey, Y/N?" I said before I could stop myself. She looked up at me, sending me the smile that always makes my heart skip a beat.

"Can I umm. . . Can I take you to dinner sometime?" I bit my lip and held my breath, eagerly waiting for her answer.

"I'd love to," she said, slightly giggling. "I'm free this weekend."

"Great," I stuttered, unable to wipe the smile from my face. "I'll call you later to set it up."

"I'll be waiting," she said, sending me another smile. I turned on my heel, finally leaving her office.

"What's with the goofy smile?" Neha asked when I walked into our office. I walked over to her, instantly kissing her cheek. "Whoa, what's gotten into you?"

"Thank you," I laughed, grabbing her shoulders.

"For what?" She giggled.

"You were right."

"Stuart," she sighed, pulling my hands away from her. "What is going on?"

"You were right the other day when you told me that Y/N wasn't the kind of girl who could get picked up. So, I started a friendship with her. I introduced myself to her in the copier room and we started a little friendship. I just fixed her computer."

"That's great," she smiled.

"And I asked her out."

"You did!" She giggled excitedly. "What did she say?"

"She said yes." I laughed as she jumped up and down, wrapping me in a hug.

"Oh Stuart," she said as she pulled out of the hug. "I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks," I said, nervously scratching the back of my neck. "Now we just have to hope I don't screw it up."

"Hey," she laughed, "you're a great guy, Stuart. As long as you act like yourself and not some asshole, she'll see that too."

"Gee thanks," I scoffed as I walked over to my desk.

"I'm serious," she sighed as she followed me. "Now that you know what kind of girl Y/N is, you know how she would like to be treated. Just be yourself, Stuart. You'll be fine."

                       * * * * *

I hesitated before knocking on her door. I sucked in a breath when the door opened, Y/N standing there.

"Wow," I said under my breath. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

I cleared my throat, trying to shake away the nerves. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she shrugged jokingly. I held my arm out for her to take, smiling when she blushed as she looped her arm through mine.

Throughout dinner, we talked about a lot. We talked about our pasts, our jobs, our likes, our dislikes. Everything. By the end of the night, I felt like I knew everything about her.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Stuart," she smiled as I walked her back to her apartment.

"I did too," I chuckled.

When we got to her door, we both hesitated. We both stood there awkwardly, neither of us really knowing what to do or say. I ran my fingers through my hair as my eyes glanced down at her lips.

"So," I cleared my throat, finally breaking the awkward silence. "I guess I'll see you at work?"

"Yeah," she giggled. She bit her lip, taking a small step towards me as she hesitated something. "Or you could. . ."

I took a step towards her, glancing back down at her lips. "Or I could," I said under my breath. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I felt her smile into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

Our lips moved in sync as she snaked her arms up my chest, running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. I slid my tongue across her bottom lip, silently asking her for access. The second she opened her mouth, I slipped my tongue in and instantly started exploring. Our tongues fought for dominance as I gently pushed her up against her front door.

We finally broke the kiss, leaning our foreheads against each other as we caught our breaths.

"Or you could come upstairs," she finally finished saying. "If you want to."

[vnderoos]

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[sftykth]

The Live Of Dorks / Nerd!Stiles AU

Author: voidwriter

Summary: Y/n is in love with Stiles who is in love with Lydia who is dating Jackson. When Jackson seeks out Stiles for secret comic book lessons, Stiles sees his chance to be with Lydia. But Lydia’s more interested in setting Stiles up with Y/n. What could go wrong?

Author’s Note: This series is based of the movie, The secret lives of dorks, therefore I don’t own the rights to that movie. I’m just having some fun re writing it but with different characters! Let me know if you want to be tagged in part2.

Warning: It might seem like it stiles x lydia but trust me it not!

Word count: 4k

"Obi-Wan told me to follow my instincts, and my instincts are all over you. Or, you stole my heart like the rebellion stole the Death Star plans. Wait no this one is even better! Your smile glows brighter than a lightsaber" Stiles continued to throw each pun at his friends' which consisted only Scott and Issac. Both of them giving Stiles a strange look.

"Where are you even getting these lines from?" Issac questioned, Scott, nodded in agreement. "Alright, you know what? I hate you both, yeah that right. Unbelievable" He babbled rudely, whirling away so he wouldn't have to look at his both very confused best friends. When he caught the sight of the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes upon. She took his breath away like no else could, from her bouncy red hair to her amazing body posture. Stiles visibly gulped admiring her looks from afar, as she walked past everyone with a smirk on her face, like she owned the place.

"She is the hottest girl in our class" Isaac spoke behind Stiles, looking, more like staring at her. "And has been since eight grade" Scott mumbled his puppy-like eyes scanning over her body. It felt like Siles couldn't even look away or even move an inch, being paralyzed to the spot he was standing on. He nodded slowly and said, " If it weren't for that damned sun, she'd be the hottest thing ever created; but even then she is the hottest thing created"

All three boys stared as Jackson, sadly her boyfriend lunged at her and captured his lips with his own as they made out in the middle of the hall not giving a care who was staring. Stiles sighed his shoulders dropping low to the ground, as he had once again witnessed her kiss someone else who is not him.

"Dude, Jackson is gone this is the perfect time to talk to her" Issac hit Stiles arm not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him get out of his gaze. "Are you crazy? I'll get smashed" Stiles commented moving out of the way, his eyes wide. He didn't know where he gained that one percent confidence from, but he quickly said, "Hey Lydia, you look like you'll ignore me" Stiles finished off the last words with a mumble as Lydia didn't even bat an eye at him, walking straight past him.

"Hey, Lydia" Issac shouted over his shoulder, making Stiles stumble over his own feet. She turned out giving the three boys an odd look. "What?" She crossed her arms tapping her foot, waiting impatiently.

Stiles is a nerd, he was always more interested in comic books than any sport and despite as hard as his dad tried to change that. He was just not made to be a jock, he was made for comic books and a nerd live. Stiles was never the one to get any girl in his entire life or to even kiss one. Well except his grandma but that was a long story to be told another time. So that how the story starts, it all began when Lydia Martin moved to Beacon High school in eighth grade and swooped Stiles little heart, making him crazy in love. From the begging he new he will marry her, she was perfect. She was the Leia to his Han, the princess to his Mario.

Of course, there is always something in the way, or someone called Jackson. He was bigger than him and better looking than him in a traditional handsome way if you're into that. He thought, but this senior year he was going to become a superhero and make an amazing, extraordinary even power to talk to Lydia Martin.

"Your hair!" Stiles exclaimed the first thing that came to his mind, he cursed in his mind already screwing things up. "My hair?" "Your light looks very beautiful in that hair" Stiles received a very confused look from Lydia as he tried not to fidget as much as he was right now. "Wait no that really wrong. Your hair is... er... uh..." He kept pausing and thinking of something to say, that would flatter her, but he kept stumbling over his words and not being able to form a proper sentence.

Here we go again, it's like every year he forgets I'm a cheerleader. He's been trying to get my panties since eight grade, can't he see the uniform I wear every day. It means keep off unless you're a jock. Lydia thought, she turned around about to walk away once again, when Stiles tried to stop her from leaving and give him a chance. When suddenly, his legs tangles themselves somehow making him trip and bump into someone, making the cupcakes fly away from the plate straight on to Lydia.

Everyone gasped at the sight, some started to laugh not even trying to hold it in. Stiles was laid on the floor from tripping over, a guilty look spread on his face. He tried to apologize but no words could come out of his mouth.

"You. You're not going to ruin my senior year for me, you dorkface." She huffed and wiped the cupcake icing off her face, turning around and walked off. Stiles instantly groaned and stood up wiping the dust off his trousers with his hands.

"Great, five minutes in and I already managed to screw things up," He said head hanging low, a small pout on his face. He felt a hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently, he could already smell pity from his friends, he didn't even need to look at their faces to know. "I know I know, stupid of me to even think I can have a chance"

"Stiles, maybe you should stop trying. I mean if she really did like you, she would have already made a move by now, but as you can see she's not making a move anytime now" Scott replied a pity smile on his face he really did want Stiles the best, but he knew Lydia was not the one to make that happen.

"No Scott, I'm not stopping until she falls for me, I know she will, it can take a long time, but she will" Stiles answered and walked past Scott to his next class. Scott sighed sadly knowing how stubborn Stiles was and nothing will change his mind.

"He will never learn will he" Issac muttered as both boys watched Stiles walk of disappearing into the crowd of people. "No, not until he will get heartbroken but even then, it questionable if he will" Scott shook his head and began to walk to his next class as the bell started to ring echoing around the whole school.

Stiles was sat on the bench in the boys changing room, fiddling with his fingers thinking about what happened at lunch and how he screwed things up again. Everyone was nearly done changing, so the room was nearly empty. When Coach Finstockwalked past making sure everyone was ready, he spotted Stiles and squinted his eyes before saying, "Cmon Stilinski you got five minutes before the game stars, you better get ready now"

"I don't think that a good idea" Stiles mumbled still fiddling with his fingers nervously. Coach stopped midway and stood still before he sat down next to Stiles. "Why not?" "Well every time I'm playing lacrosse I somehow get kicked down there, or even the ball gets thrown down there"

Coach gave him a look and said, "I think you're exaggerating" "No, no I'm not I keep track in my journal" "You have a journal?" Coach asked surprised, his eyebrows raised. "Yes but that not the point" "Whatever I want you on the filed in five minutes if you still not down there, I will make sure to give you a detention." Stiles groaned and started to change.

-

"See not bad" Coach said as he sat next to Stiles as he kept grunting in pain, laid on the bench eyes closed. "Yeah not bad, just a casual kick in the balls defiantly not bad" Stiles was able to grunt out still in pain as he kept complaining.

"Stop complaining Stilinski and get to class" "Sure just when I'm done being in pain Coach"

As before Stiles never enjoyed sports, always too busy reading comic books or watching Star Wars, he never thought about sports in a serious way like some jocks do. For some people sport was their life, passion. And well for Stiles, it was comic books.

It was a free period and Stiles was in the computer room, or so the 'Nerd room' what some people like to call it. Doing some research for his upcoming biology test, when he felt a pair of hands land on his shoulders making him jump in his chair. "Whatcha doing there dork, watching porn?"  Jackson commented whiles smirking, looking around the place.

"What do you want Jackson?" Stiles asked, irritated that he got interrupted. "To kick your ass obviously, What else." Stiles pretended to laugh and carried on with his research forgetting Jackson was there for a second.

"Look, Stiles, I need your help" He paused for a minute why would Jackson need his help again, "I'm already doing your math and biology homework what else do you need from me?" Stiles questioned looking at Jackson unusually.

"This is different this is important. I need you to teach me absolutely everything about comic books" Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Jackosn and raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

"Yeah, you don't need to know that." "Okay fine meet me after school at the comic book shop" Before carrying on typing on the laptop. Jackon sighed, "I have to bring Lydia" He nearly jumped up from his chair from hearing the name Lydia, thoughts racing through his mind.

"Well I mean, if you have to bring her then I guess, that alright" He tried to play it cool, not to show the fact that Lydia was affecting him so much. "But she can't found about this" "I guess you can tell her, the school set you up to do your homework in the comic book shop as they keep catching you cheating?" Unsurely Stiles replied.

"And she will believe that?" Jackson questioned. "If you tell her it was my idea, she will." "Cool alright"

Stiles' eyes travel over the sky, at the sunsets swirls of oranges and yellows, nerves started to sit in as he will be able to see Lydia after the incident again. His heart fluttered at the thought, even though, he was nervous as hell he couldn't wait to see her beautiful face. Stile just couldn't get enough of it. He approached the comic book shop and walked inside ready to buy some more comic books.

"Excuse sir is this where you find the information about comic books" A voice whispered behind Stiles making him roll his eyes. "Oh hey, Jackson, nice jacket" Although, his eyes fell on Lydia walking carelessly around the shop a bored look on her face. Wow, Lydia in a comic book shop, could my day get any better, Stiles thought.

Oh god, he's looking at me, I have to find a way for him to stop drooling over me. Lydia thought at the same time. "Nobody knows we here right?" Jackson's voice broke Stiles stares at Lydia and it fell on Jackson. "Nope, just me Lydia and everyone around us" Stile gave a sarcastic smile and handed some comic books that were good to start with.

"Spiderman" Jackson suddenly said, "I saw the movie I don't need to read this one"

"Actually, the comic book is completely different from the movie." An unusual voice said next to Stiles, he didn't even turn to look who it was to busy looking through every comic book. "Whatever, let's go" Lydia hurried.

"Hi, Stiles" He furrowed his eyebrows when he heard a girl voices say his name. He turned to look but he lifted his shoulder in a half shrug and shook his head. She walked around so she would be on his left now and said, "Have you ever checked Depressed boy it, my favorite webcomic series" She stopped for a second then carried on saying, "it's about  a shy guy who has a hard time talking to girls"

"Webcomics are for people who can't get dates" Stiles replied and turned away once again.  "All comic books are for people who can't get dates" Lydia commented smirking.

"I bet Stiles can get a date" He gave her a strange look. Y/N a girl who never brings attention to herself even slightly, a nerd like me but a very strange one. I mean she isn't that bad but she gives me the chills in a very bad way, so I try to keep my distance. Stiles thought.

"Hey Stiles there's this show coming to town this weekend, I heard it something to do with Star Wars, maybe you would like to come?" She questioned. Y/N always liked Stiles ever since she saw him she knew her heart belonged to him. She found it cute how he can be a dork but adorable at the same time. But she never had the confidence to ask him out, she always showed hints that she liked him, but he was too busy obsessing over Lydia Martin.

"No one is going and I don't want to go alone" "Really. Because I also want to go, and I don't have anyone else to go with" she shoved her hands in her pocket, "Well that sucks, I guess we both are going to miss it"

"Hey, Lydia do you like Star Wars?" Stiles beamed turning away to look at Lydia.

What a dork. Wait a minute they are a perfect pair, both nerds, both like comic books, both are losers. If I get Stiles falls in love with Y/N, he will stop drooling over me and I won't have to worry about him ruining my senior year. Lydia thought a small smirk appeared on her face.

-

"Go Mets!" Cheered Stiles sister who was much younger than him, "Dad, you should probably teach her to say other things, at some point." " Cmon she knows other stuff. It true watch again." Stiles let out a breath before shaking his head, threading a hand through his hair.

"Cmon catch it, catch it, catch it" Stiles dad kept mumbling, before shouting, "Yes!" He jumped up happily that his favorite team won. "Run that shit" "Annie" Stiles bolted up, "what?" "Dad!" "What?" "Annie just said shit!" "While watching the game" "She's six" "Oh cmon she's not too young to watch football properly."

He rubbed his forehead, "That why she needs a women figure in her life" "Oh cmon you did that one fine" "Oh great, thanks" Stile grumbled before closing the book shut and throwing it on the table before scurrying off.

"Oh cmon it doesn't mean anything" The only reply his father got was the sound of the door slamming closed.

It was the next day and Stiles was in the library, doing his homework right at the back of the room. But what he didn't know was that Lydia Martin herself was looking for him. It was quite a surprise for people to see her walking around the library, but they got over it soon.

My first step to my master plan was found Stiles, it wasn't easy but it wasn't difficult either. The only places he could be found was either the library, the computer room or the canteen. I really hope this works. Walking around the library for a couple of minutes she spots Stiles right at the back.

"You're paranoid" Lydia's voices makes him jump not expecting to hear her someone especially Lydia Martin. "You like hiding in places where you know you will be alone. Where no one can torment you or torture you" Lydia shifted from one foot to the other. "Um. I'm just doing my homework like a normal person" "I saw on Dr. Phil, he did a show on it last Thursday" Lydia smiled like she knew Stiles very well.

"I'm not paranoid, I just like it here" "Well you're paranoid when it comes to girls, that for sure" "What?" "You're just scared to ask a girl out who is standing right in front of you, wanting to be asked"

"What are you trying to say?" Was Lydia Martin hinting to ask her out? "Y/n is sweet, nice - most importantly she is interested in you" "Y/N?" Stiles imagines the girl whose lips were always chapped, her eyebrows never done. And she usually hides her face with her hair, you never get to see her face properly just half of it.

"Yes Y/N, she is a great catch for you" Lydia smiled. "Girls are usually never interested in me, they either want me to do their homework or be my friend. Nothing more." "Look it no big deal if you can't ask a girl out"

"Lydia, I'm not asking her out I already like someone else" he mumbled the last part. "Look seriously, you got to ask her out. What the worst that could happen?" Stiles though for a second before he started to quickly ramble, "Well she and all her friend can laugh at me in the hallway in front of the whole school. Scaring me for life, destroying my low esteem to the point, where I have no nerve to ask another girl out as long as I live. And become a miserable, lonely, old man who dies alone." This was harder than I thought, Lydia thought frowning.

The next time that Lydia tried to achieve her plan was by texting him. It was in the middle of history and no one was really paying attention, well expect Stile and another couple of people. He was in the middle of a sentence when he heard his phone go off, he quickly got his phone out to see it was from Lydia. His gulped already nervous since he gave his number to her once when she was very drunk, he never received a text or a call from her. So to see a text from Lydia was a huge thing for Stiles.

'Let me teach you a few things about girls.' Wait, what? Questions ran through Stiles mind, before carrying on reading.

'Lesson one don't do that. Lesson two compliments are good, over-complimenting shows desperation; women sense desperation in like dog sense it fears, or food. I'm not sure which. Lesson three really don't be yourself, can't stress that enough. Lesson four, pay no attention to Jackosn, pay attention to things such as nail polish girls like it when you notice that sorta thing. And lesson five possibly the most important lesson you will get from me, always tell hot girls they are smart, and smart girls they are hot.

How was Stiles going to follow every lesson, he groaned in frustration.

Debate class. Stiles least favorite lesson, you can already tell why. Stiles and Scott were both sat on the chairs chatting away whiles Lydia and Issac were up for a debate when Issac got chosen he nearly screamed (out of happiness of course) when he got Lydia.

"Did you see their uniform, uh, they were gorgeous. Well cut, well designed, and so little color to chose from. Sure the Nazis wanted to take over the world, but they looked fabulous doing so" Everyone gasped, but started to clap when Lydia finished her debate.

"Thank you, Issac and Lydia very interesting angle but well argued. It is a close call but I think I will have to award it to you Lydia" She squealed happily, "you pick the net pair" Mrs. Thompson said. "Okay I pick Y/N and Stiles" "Okay Y/N and Stiles step up to the stage"

"Your topic is baby seal hunting, Stiles for and Y/N against" Mrs. Thompson once again said, silence overtook the whole room, Stiles looked around feeling uncomfortable.

"Well people could argue baby seals hunters need to make a living, but argument is much more basic" Stiles paused, "Have you ever seen a baby seals face they just have this expression that says: beat me, club me, smash my brains in, please" Everyone started to whisper and argue against Stiles argument.

Y/n sighed giving him a look that Stiles couldn't tell if it was a good look or a bad look she was giving him, " Stile has anyone ever told you, you look exactly like a baby seal?" As Y/N replied to his argument everyone burst out laughing, at the burn she just sent to Stiles. He scratched his neck and began to take off.

But then Stiles remembered what Lydia has told him about the lessons, so if he wants to win over her, he has to ask Y/N out. He whirled around and puffed out his chest, before approaching Y/N.

"I love your nail polish" "I'm not wearing any" Y/N replied adjusting her bag strap, "Erm, look I'm sorry about that burn, it was the first thing that came into my mind. To be honest, you don't look like a baby seal, you look cuter anyway."

"So um... I... had something important to ask you Y/N" Stiles replied, "Really, um what that?" she clasped her hands behind her back, staring deeply into Stiles honey-brown eyes, "Did you like the new Star Wars movie that just got released?" "I will talk to you later Stiles" Y/N frowned and walked away from him, she thought he was finally going to ask her out. But of course not how dumb could she be. After Y/N vanished in the crowds, Stiles cursed under his breath as he messed up already. Asking Y/N will be harder than he thought.

-

"Look Lydia, I tried asking her out" Stiles affirmed rolling his eyes, "If you don't ask her out by tomorrow you're lost cause and I don't work with lost causes" Stiles thought for a moment before a great idea popped up, "I will text her later tonight" "Wow you're so romantic" Lydia beamed sarcastically. "Oh, um thanks" Stiles smiled sheepishly.

"Call her" "On the phone?" Stiles instantly panicked, he can't call her that would make it even more awkward than it is. "Yes, on the phone - so you are going to call her on the phone, right?" Lydia questioned.

"Well, actually I have been working on some excellent pickup lines." jamming his hands in his front pocket, "No pickup lines. Ever understood?" "But they are really good" he informed. "Don't you realize a girl with a half a brain hates to pick up lines" "Just pretend your Y/N, okay?" Lydia scoffs crossing her arms over her chest.

" You’re hotter than the flames on Mustafa"  " Are you a Jedi Master? Cause, Yoda-Licious!" Stiles babbled enthusiastically.

"Just forget the pickup lines, just call her and ask her out" She made it seem so easy like it was nothing. I didn't understand why she wanted me to ask Y/N out but I knew I would do anything to get Lydia to go out with me.

"She will say yes I promise" she assured me. "Okay" "Okay"

Stiles was pacing back and forth in his room, phone in his hand ready to dial Y/N number. "Just call her, it not that hard" As he pressed to call it rang for few seconds before he ended the call quickly, "I will text her. No Lydia will kill me, ugh." He dialed her number again and pressed call, waiting for her to pick up. "It Y/n unless your stupid, you know what to do" Stiles sighed, "Hi Y/N, um... I'm sorry I'm bothering you, well the reason I'm calling you is that I wanted to ask you um. This probably sounds crazy, but if you're busy that fine. I wanted to know if you maybe if you-" Stiles got cut of my reaching the message limit. He cursed out load for not being straightforward.

When the phone started to ring it took him few seconds before he answered her, "I would love to go out with you Stiles" "Wow really?" "Yes, really"He heard her beam she seemed so excited and happy.

"I have a date" Stiles whispered to himself not believing it, "Not of Lydia, but still a date" he swayed on his feet a small grin plastered on his lips. "A date, a date"

He finally got a date but was it with the right girl?

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Last Time - Stuart Twombly

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Summary : You've been sleeping with Stuart since the beginning of your internship at Google. After every night spent together, he always claims it's the last time but he always comes back.

Warnings : set during the movie, hooking-up, implied smut, drinking (be careful with your alcohol consumption), nightclub and stripteasers, a bit of angst, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3k

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Song Inspiration : This Love by Camila Cabello

You squint your eyelids as the first sunray comes into your bedroom at Google’s. You slowly raise while wrapping your bare chest with your sheet. You notice Stuart getting dressed, ready to leave like a thief in the night, again. When he came to see you yesterday, you didn’t know how to resist him even when you knew how it was going to end. Like every time. You think you’re really pathetic to let him have that much power over you.

“What time is it ?” you ask.

“6:00 A.M. I’m gonna go back to my room.” he informs you, before a silence takes place, “About yesterday-”

“It won’t happen again”, you finish with weariness, “I know.”

“This time, I mean it. If we keep doing-”

“We might jeopardise our internship. I know.”

“We’ll see eachother later, with the team, for the new trial ?” Stuart enquiries whilst scratching his neck.

“Yeah.”

He smiles at you awkwardly one last time and leaves your room, his beanie in hand. You let yourself lay down on your bed again and curse at yourself all at the same time. It’s been a little over a month since this has been happening. Generally, it always begins again the same way : you ignore each other for a few days then he slowly comes back to you and next thing you know, you’re both naked until he tells you it’s the last time. It’s like a never ending story. The more the time goes by, the more you feel like he takes you for a fool. You wish for once, he’d keep his words when he says it’s over. You can’t take it anymore. Everytime, you build up walls, trying to get used to the idea that it won't happen again but he takes a perverse pleasure to make them fall again and again. You feel like you’re just a game for him. You wish you could say it didn’t affect you that much but yet, everytime he comes back just to leave once more, your heart tightens a bit more in your chest. You’re totally overwhelmed by it. Besides, as your internship goes by, the more your feelings for Stuart get stronger to your dismay. Yet, boys were the last thing you had in mind when you came here. 

Upon arriving in the team's meeting room, you realise you’re the last one. You freeze for a second when your eyes fall on Stuart, but you act as if it was nothing. No one knows about… you two ? Well, if we can use that word to describe it, indeed despite your intimacy, Stuart reminds you often ‘you two’ doesn’t exist. You keep your pseudo-relationship a secret to avoid a weird atmosphere in the team, the balance between each of your personality and your age compared to Billy and Nick is already very fragile.

A week has gone by since your last time. You feel some relief to know he still hasn’t come back. Maybe this time he was serious about it ? You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been an obvious tension between Stuart and you in the past few days. Albeit your team doesn't know, they feel something happened between you two, though they can’t guess the reason. Nea tried to talk to you about it in private, however you denied everything. You lied to her by saying there isn’t any disagreement between Stuart and you. After all, everything is over, what would be the use in telling her ?

You’re in your room, ready to go to sleep when you hear someone knocking on your door. You open it and find Stuart, his lips pinched together. You feel sick in your stomach, thinking it’s going to happen again like the last times.

“Sorry to bother you, my charger doesn’t work anymore and I wanted to know if you had another one or if I could use yours.” he explains, showing his phone.

“My battery is full, you can use mine now.” you propose.

You’re going to get your charger to give it to him. Though, when he takes it, he doesn’t move from your door. You raise your eyebrows, not understanding what he wants more.

“I’d like to talk to you. Maybe we could do it while my phone’s charging ?”

He gives you his cell and your charger, you go plug it and put the phone on your nightstand. You turn around and see Stuart trying to avoid your gaze. The silence is becoming more and more unbearable so you sit on your bed. You give him a look to invite him to say what he has in mind. He sits next to you and clears his throat.

“You know, maybe we should act like nothing happened. I think the others are guessing there’s something.”

“Yeah.”, you sigh, “Nea even asked me if something happened.”

“What did you tell her ?”

“That nothing happened, she was imagining things. She didn’t seem fully convinced, but she didn’t insist.”

“If it curbs our internship, we’d really need to do something.”

You nod as a simple answer. You both stay silent, not knowing what to add. You avoid his eyes at first before feeling the presence of his body closer to yours. When you turn your head towards him, you notice his lips are only a few inches from yours. You don’t even know how you got there. You know you should back up, nevertheless you feel attracted to him, in spite of yourself. Stuart knows how to bring you back to him. You have no idea if he does this on purpose or not, yet, he can make you succumb slowly again. You don’t have the time to think much longer that you fell Stuart’s lips on yours. You kiss him back as if it was an automatism. Like you’re used to, your body gets closer and closer and you straddle Stuart’s lap. He puts his hands on your hips to have no distance between you two. You feel his hands slipping under your shirt and as if it was an electroshock, you snap out of your transe and break your embrace from him. You run away in a corner, opposite from him, trying to get a grip on yourself and putting your shirt correctly again.

“You said it was the last time last week.” you exclaim, out of breath, “Is that why you came to my room tonight ? Your phone and the conversation were just excuses, weren’t they ? I’m sick of it, Stuart. I feel like this is just a game and I’m the one who gets played. You can’t leave and come back again and again. It’s hurting me.” you admit.

“Sorry, I don’t know what got into me. I meant it when I said it was the last time.” Stuart apologises with red cheeks.

“Yes, just like the time before and the ones before. I always need to build up walls and then you have fun destroying them. I’m tired of it, Stuart !” you lose your temper, “You can’t say one thing and the next time say another one. I’m lost. I don’t know how to act with you, that’s why the team realised something happened between us.”

“Y/N, I swear to you-”

“Keep your explanation for yourself.” you retort before going to your nightstand, “Take your phone back and go ask Yo-yo for his charger. Leave me alone.” you order, giving his cell back.

Stuart lower his eyes before getting up from your bed and leaving your room without saying anything else. When he closes the door, you run your hand on your face, sighing. It’s the first time you’re able to stop yourself before it goes too far. On one hand, you consider this a victory but on the other hand, he still got into your head for a second. You wish he didn’t have that much effect on you. If you could, you’d go back in time and make sure to stay far away from him. You shouldn’t have talked to him and become friends with him, you should've listened to your brain and focus on your internship.

After your last altercation, you haven’t said another word to Stuart. You try to avoid him as much as you can, despite the circumstances. Unfortunately, that night, you have to stay in his presence longer than you’d want to. Your team needs to create an app and neither of you has an idea so with the team, you’re still in your room, making knots into your brain.

The more the time goes by, the more panicked you all are. It’s the second to last trial so you can’t make a mistake if you want a job for the next year. From time to time, Billy and Nick try to propose some ideas but they have already been done. What annoys you the most in the situation is that they don’t seem stressed about the fact you got nothing. The teamworks is really complicated with them sometimes. You feel like they don’t understand how important this internship is for you. 

“You know what ? We should get out, change our mind.” Nick says without a warning.

“We need to find an idea for our app. We don’t have the time to go out.” you retort, massaging your temple.

“You’re always working. It’s not by racking your mind you’re going to find a solution, trust me.” he says before getting closer to his friend. “Trust us.”

“Alright, but not too long.” Lyle accepts, “We really need to work.”

After a meal in an Asian restaurant, Nick brings you to a bar, on the advice of a person from the restaurant. When you arrive in the place, you all discover Nick in reality made a mistake while translating. It’s not a bar, it’s actually a nightclub, like the stripteasers prove it to you. You instantly feel embarrassed, like the rest of the group. Some women get closer to you, especially to the boys. One of them comes in front of Stuart who has his nose in his phone. When he raises his gaze, he’s surprised at first, then his eyes go wider when the stripteaser takes his fingers and puts it in her mouth. You can’t help but open your eyes wide as well when you see the action. Without saying anything else, Stuart follows the women in another part of the club whilst you stay by Nea’s side.

Thirty minutes later, they’re all having fun and drinking alcohol. As for you, you stay in the booth, a drink in your hand. You don't really want to dance with Nea or see Stuart having fun with another woman. This night is definitely in your top three of the worst nights of your life. 

Notwithstanding, you try to see the good side by thinking Stuart doesn’t come your way with his hormones yet you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel something to see him leave with that woman. You don’t like to be eaten by jealousy. You finally got what you want : Stuart away from you but at the same time your body only wants one thing, to have him again. Stuart doesn’t make you think rationally and you hate that, you hate him for that.

“Not having fun ?” Nick asks you as he sits next to you.

“I’m not in the mood to party.”

“Y/N, you’re 21, it’s time to enjoy yourself. After that, it’ll be too late, believe me.”

“I have too much in mind to enjoy myself.”

“Ah ! It’s because of a boy, isn’t it ?” he states, smiling. “Maybe I know the guy who is turning your head.”

“Nonsense ! I’m worried about the app we still haven’t made yet because of you and Billy’s brilliant idea.”

You put your drink down on the table in front of you violently before standing up, angry at what he said. You only take two steps when Stuart comes in front of you with a huge smile on his face. Apparently, he just had a great time. You see him open his mouth, ready to talk, but you cut him off.

“You shut up, I absolutely don’t want to hear you !”

You go in the club’s bathroom to splash some water on your face, hoping it’ll calm you down. You’re surprised to know you got easily riled up. The situation with Stuart is irritating you more than you thought.

Ten minutes later, you leave the bathroom and go meet the group. However, you find them on the verge of getting thrown away by the bouncers. Confused, you follow them out of the club and Yo-yo informs you they got into a fight, that’s why they had to leave. Sometimes, you wonder why you didn’t make more effort to get into another group.

You end up in a place near the Golden Gate Bridge to sober up, well actually for them to sober up because besides two drinks, you didn’t drink anything else so you’re fine. Lyle is completely wasted while the others are hungover.

You’re on a bench, away from the others. Your annoyance is too strong for you to laugh at their alcoholic antics so you prefer to stay alone and enjoy the coolness of the morning. You need thirty minutes to finally laugh at Lyle’s actions. He says a lot of nonsense which is really different from what he usually does. From afar, you can see Stuart talking to Nick. You wonder what they’re talking about before you can’t stop yourself from doing it. Stuart needs to stop being on your mind 24/7. Speaking of Stuart, you see him get closer to you. He sits next to you so you refuse to look at him, keeping your gaze on the landscape in front of you. 

“Could we stop avoiding each other ?”

“When we don’t, they notice there’s something between us… I mean there was.” you retort drily.

“I said we wouldn’t sleep together anymore, not that we should stop talking.”

“Except that when we do talk, you always wanna get in my pants. So I prefer keeping my distance.”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” he admits, “you’re an amazing person.”

“Less amazing than the other woman at the club.” you murmur.

“What ?”

“Nothing.” you tell him, not wanting to show your jealousy.

“Y/N, I swear I never meant to play with you or ruin our friendship. When I kissed you the first time, I don’t know what got into me. It shouldn’t have gone this far. I apologise.”

“We’ve talked about it a thousand times, Stuart.” you sigh, looking at him, “I feel like we go around in circles. Either you want me or you don’t. But you can’t leave and come back whenever you feel like it.”

“I know.”

“Why do you do it then ?” you ask him, desperate.

“I don’t know.”

“Wow, you know how to talk to women.” you say sarcastically. “Fuck this love.” you mutter before standing up.

“Wait. I care about you, Y/N.” Stuart holds you back while taking your hand in his, “More than I’d like to and I think that’s why I leave and come back. I don’t want to lose you but I don’t know if you want me.”

“I wish you had talked to me about this instead of hurting me. At least, I’d feel less shitty.” you throw at him before leaving him alone.

Your team’s hangover ended up giving you an idea for an app which earned you a lot of points. Although you’re happy to see your internship is going well, you can’t help but feel perturbed by what Stuart told you earlier. Did he mean it ? Or did he only want to put you in his bed again ? He said he cared about you however you don’t know if you should believe him. After all, you got disappointed so many times by him in a month and a half…

As your trial is over, you walk to your room to finally get some rest. Between the sleepless night and the app you had to do at the last minute, you don’t have energy anymore. You dream of only one thing : the comfort of your bed. You’re about to open your bedroom’s door when you hear someone screaming your name. 

“Y/N !”

“Stuart ? What do you want ?” you question as he comes in front of you.

“I’m tired of hiding.” he drops, “I really care about you, Y/N. You’re a smart, funny and beautiful person. I was stupid for always leaving and coming back, you don’t deserve me to do this to you. You were right this morning, I should have talked to you about what I felt before screwing everything up. It’s just, I didn’t know if you’d want a relationship with me so I was okay with what we had and you seemed okay with it too, except I ended up hurting you and I’m terribly sorry about it. I know I’ve ruined all my chances with you, but if I could at least have you as a friend, it’d make me happy. Y/N, I promise you, if I could go back in time, I’d confess my feelings for you way before so you wouldn’t hate me now.”

“I don’t hate you.” you correct him, staring at him.

“You don’t ?”

“I have been disappointed by you, that’s for sure. You’ve messed with my brain, that’s the least we can say, but I can’t help and fall back into your arms because I care about you, too.” you admit to him, “I know I’ll probably regret what I’m about to say but if this time, you promise to communicate with me, to not run away at the first hesitation, I’d like to be friends with you again. Even if I have feelings for you, I can’t promise you we’ll get back together, I need to fully trust you again before getting into a relationship. But I can’t act as if I wanted to stay away from you. Let’s try one last time.”

“One last time is all I ask.” Stuart smiles with a hopeful look.

In the end, this last time ended up being different from the previous ones. Your relationship with Stuart has finally been able to blossom into something beautiful, like both of your hearts wanted it so much.

Masterlist

Romance Masterlist

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Big Ole Masterlist

Dylan O’Brien Stiles Stilinski Stuart Twombly Dave Hodgman Mitch Rapp Jimmy Malone Thomas

Series- Farmer’s Daughter Corporate

Bucky Barnes Lance Tucker Harry Jefferson Chris Beck TJ Hammond Chase Collins Mickey Henry Jack Benjamin Ben Curtis Carter Baizen Frank Johnny Nunzio Leo Riley Steve Kemp Nick Fowler

Peter Parker Link / Alexander Goodwrich Dennis Nash

Dacre Montgomery Billy Hargrove Jason Scott

Series- The Red Ranger

Joe Keery Steve Harrington

Bob Morley Bellamy Blake

Series- The Innocent Girl

John Wick

Jonathan Byers

Loki Laufeyson

5 Seconds of Summer

Ryohei Arisu

Suguru Niragi

Son Goku

Anime/Manga Characters

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You’re Beautiful

pairings: stuart twombly x reader.

warnings: none, just angst.

a/n: based on the song “you’re beautiful” by james blunt.

word count: 800+

It was a dark-clouded, rainy day when Stuart Twombly finished packing his stuff, then left his small apartment to go work. As he took the elevator down, he couldn’t help but think that all he wanted to do was stay home binge watching ‘Silicon Valley’ while filling himself up with trash food. Unfortunately, the brown haired man had a lot to do at Google, Inc., not just the programming related stuff, obviously there were a thousand code-lines waiting to be fixed by him, nonetheless, today was the arrival of the new interns, who, by the way, Stu had been scaled to instruct, meaning there was no way he could call in sick.  

A sigh escaped the man’s lips whilst making his way towards the subway near his building. In the course to the place, a few rain drops began to fall on his face and shoulders, which made him curse under his breath, clearly pissed. As if this day isn’t awful already, he thought, going down to buy his ticket.

Minutes later, once Stuart was comfortably sat within a train compartment, glasses wiped clean twice, he snatched out his phone to check his e-mails. Nick was supposed to send him an update on the new project they were working on. But, as usual, he lost himself on his device, not even realising a couple approaching to sit in front of him.

Stu was completely oblivious until he heard her laugh.

I saw an angel

Of that I’m sure

She smiled at me on the subway

She was with another man

He slowly raised his eyes from his mobile to catch a glimpse of the beauty that was sat before him. God, she was beautiful. It was like he had taken a path straight to heaven and now he was allowed to behold an angel. Her hair floated around her, framing her delicate traits; her eyes sparkled, mouth curved in a lovely smile. Stuart could swear he forgot for a moment how to breathe. The stranger on the train took his breath away.

She chuckled again to something the man beside her whispered on her ear and, out of the blue, Stuart felt a little bit of jealousy twist his insides. It was weird. He normally didn’t give two shits about relationship, still, for some reason the speckled mole boy was yet to figure out, he craved to be the one making her laugh.

Forty minutes went by fast, the train stopped and Stuart had to leave, but his mind never really did allowed him to let the girl’s image go.

I saw your face in a crowded place

And I don't know what to do

In the following days, Stuart kept going to work in the same train at the same hour, just so he could see her again. He wanted to observe his personal heaven from afar, his toes and fingers tingling whenever the stranger shot him a sympathetic smile. Man, no one had ever made him feel that way. It was weird how nervous he got. The sweat coating his forehead, his heartbeat speeding, his legs constantly shifting… It was like she was a dose of adrenaline injected directly on his heart.

Half of him wished he was able to put her out of his mind, but the other half craved, begged, for him to go to her and say something. Talk. Hear her voice even if it was only that one time. Nevertheless, although he wanted very much, the poor man never really succeeded.  

Yes, she caught my eye

As we walked on by

Two months had passed and, finally, Stuart checked himself in the mirror willing to ask the gorgeous girl out. If he didn’t do it today, he would never be sure when the door would be open again. He closed his thick coat then ran to the subway, arriving a little bit early than usual, in order to find the pretty stranger all by herself, sipping on a coffee or maybe texting.

However, once he got there, Twombly wasn’t able to find her and he looked everywhere for her. The man waited, waited, waited… But she never showed up. Of course he was saddened, because Stu really thought today was going to be the day. It wasn’t. Yet, that didn’t diminish his hopes. Thus, for the next five days, Stuart repeated his actions, excited every morning to see her sparkling eyes again, alongside the cheeky smile.

The girl completely disappeared.

His angel had flown away.

And I don't think that I'll see her again

But we shared a moment that will last 'till the

end

One day, just when Stuart had finally given up on seeing her again, he spotted her face on the crowd, her fingers carefully hooked with someone else’s. The scene shattered his heart into a zillion pieces, but nothing had prepared him to see what happened next: the same bearded man who was with her the first times he saw her on the train kissed his angel. On the lips, sweeping her from her feet.

That moment he realised, once and for all:

She would never be with him.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face

When she thought up that I should be with you

But it's time to face the truth

I will never be with you

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Those hands 😩🔥

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