I'm About To Go To Bed, I Can't Take This Heartache Right Now - I Just Can't.

making stiles and stuart be twins and share a girlfriend is kinda weird and kinky don't ya think?? like they wouldn't do that irl

Well, it's a good thing that we both have freewill, right? I get to write whatever I want and you get to read whatever you want 💜

For writers (and everyone in general) who have that desire to write in their heart but struggle with making themselves do it and enjoying the process of writing, you are not alone. It's not an easy thing and it takes a lot of brain power. It might come more naturally on some days, and not so much on others. Please be kind to yourself and your brain, just existing requires energy and it's ok if you don't accomplish every little thing every single day. We're all human. If you feel pressured by other people or yourself to write, just remember that there isn't a fatal consequence if you don't meet the deadline you want. You'll be ok and you're doing great. 💜

Such a silly individual...

Slow Morning

Word count: 339

As Dylan slowly and comfortably begins to wake up from one of the best rests he's had in a while, he pulls his girlfriend closer, pressing her back to his chest. He hums contently and mumbles softly against her hair, "Morning, sleepyhead."

When he doesn't feel any movement in response from her, he lifts his head and looks at her peacefully sleeping face, bringing a smile to his lips. Evidently, she's still recovering from the previous night of fun they had after not seeing each other for a week, which felt like forever to them. He moves her hair away from her neck and presses lazy kisses against her skin.

"Wake up, sleepyhead... I need my morning affection," Dylan whispers as his pecks to her face and neck continue, causing her to softly groan and recoil, curling up into a ball underneath the covers. He chuckles, noticing her desperation to keep sleeping. "Hey, come back up here," he says, while wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her back into the cuddle.

She sighs softly, letting her body relax again, until she feels a gentle bite to her neck. In a groggy and somewhat whiney tone, she protests, "Dylan..."

He chuckles again and uses an innocent tone, "Hey, I was being gentle. Just relax and let me wake you up."

"I don't want to wake up though..." Her words slur a bit due to her present sleepiness.

His hold on her gets a little tighter, "But think about all the benefits of waking up, like eating breakfast, and kissing your boyfriend, and listening to LA traffic, and kissing your boyfriend, and... and kissing your boyfriend..." He laughs lightly and buries his face into the crook of her neck.

A small smile appears on her face, yet she keeps her eyes closed. Her tone becomes more content and even a little cheerful, "Ok... But give me like, ten minutes."

Dylan laughs again and nuzzles into her neck more. "Ok. Ten minutes. But after that, I need your cooperation."

"Deal."

Ok I'm finally working on some Stiles fluff. I'm hoping to get it done tonight, don't expect anything great or long or whatever. I'm sorry but I feel like such a carcass. Who knew existing would be so exhausting?

I don't know when I'll have time to write again, which I apologize for - it makes me sad too. However, when I do get around to it, what would everyone like to see first?

(The Wampus Cat AU has a reader x Stiles childhood friends to lovers trope :))

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you going to comment on the dob stuff that's going around right now?

I don't personally know him or anyone else involved and I'm not part of the lgbtq+ community, so it's not my place. 💜

THIS IS SO CUTE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I LOVE THIS AAAAHHH!

stiles and sandman!reader blurb

a/n: this was inspired by the song “at all costs” from wish and i was going to do a full length fic but i can’t quite get it right so right now here’s a blurb! testing the waters to see if it’s smth y’all would want <3

you weren’t supposed to dream.

in all of your years, you had never dreamt. no terrifying nightmares, no reliving moments of your past, no outlandish fantasies that fleeted from your brain the second you woke. not even when you were little. it had never been unusual to you, knowing that your family were dream guardians— or more commonly known in lore, sandmen.

you weren’t sure when it had started, when the images of a boy with dark hair and equally dark eyes had started to come to you. but the longer it went on the more you grew attached, to look forward to sleep and to seeing the serene face in your dreams. there was no name, no identifying factor other than his soft features that brought you comfort rather than disturbance.

you kept it a secret. not because it was particularly dangerous or untoward ( as far as you knew ), but rather because it felt good to have something uniquely your own. and maybe because you were afraid if you told the other members of your family, the dreams would stop. and selfishly, you couldn’t let him go.

stiles had never kept track of his dreams. most of the time they were weird and nonsensical and filled with allusions to his favorite nerdy media. and they never repeated. sure, some of them had the same premise or started the same way but there was always something different about them, something that made each one different. that was, until a few months ago when he had begun to dream of a mysterious girl. the first time he figured it was a product of his imagination, a fantasy he had created to combat his lack of a relationship. but then he dreamt of her again.

and again. and again. and again.

always the same over and over. the girl frozen in time, her eyes gentle and her smile kind. she never spoke but it seemed like she wanted to. of course, he had to be going crazy. how could a figure in a dream want anything? wanting was so completely and utterly human, something he knew very well after dreaming of her for months. he wanted to know her so much it bled into his waking hours, leaving him desperate for the time he’d close his eyes and see her again.

he didn’t tell anyone. with all of the nonsense he and his friends went through, this small pocket of peace that he found in his sleep was something he wanted to keep to himself ( and maybe he was afraid they’d make fun of him for making up a literal “dream girl” ).

for months they dreamt of each other. always watching, memorizing until they could recall the features of the other as well as they could their own. neither of them understood the true depth of their connection, nor that it was real and more tangible than any dream had a right to be.

after all, the saying is “dreams do come true”.

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