Hi, friends! I hope everyone is doing well.
If I have time this week, I'd like to write some fluff for the twins (Stiles and Stuart) trope, but I don't have any ideas or inspiration. If anyone does, please let me know! I absolutely love hearing from you all! Thank you! 💜
hi any recs for other writers? love your work btw!
Hi! Thank you so much! And thanks for asking!
I'll be honest, I've barely read any Dylan O'Brien works recently because I've been obsessing over a different man... Yes, I feel guilty, but it's also fun to enjoy new media. This being said, I don't know of anything in particular at the moment, though I know of some awesome writers!
Anything from @darkintothedawn, @sibyllinebooks, and @obriengf is essentially guaranteed to be amazing, but I'm kind of biased ðŸ¤.
Also, @dylanobrienstorieslibrary has a bunch of awesome recommendations that I used to scroll through all the time!
I'm sorry I can't be of much help. I feel like I'm failing the fandom ðŸ˜. But thank you again for asking! I hope you have a wonderful day, my dear! 💜
Ok but look at his neck. LOOK AT HIS NECK!
STILES STILINSKI Teen Wolf | 4.05, I.E.D.
Only men carry their Christmas tree home with their bare hands.
Word count: 798
"Stiles, where the hell are we going?"
Stiles' focus remained on the road as his girlfriend of just a few months (and best friend since preschool), sat in the passenger seat of his Jeep with growing anxiety. His narrowed eyes didn't leave the dark road as he tried to answer casually, "Don't worry about it."
She looked at him gobsmacked and her voice slightly raised with panic, "How on Earth am I supposed to not worry? We've lived in Beacon Hills all our lives, and I have never seen this road. Ever."
Stiles, trying not to panic just as much as she was, did his best to scan the area as he drove. "Psh, we've been here plenty of times. Remember a couple of years ago, when we, uh... we, you know... uh..." Sighing in defeat, he caved, "Ok, fine. I have no idea where we are."
Hearing him admit the truth made the reality of the situation sink in quickly, making her exclaim with worry and annoyance, "Stiles! You promised me a relaxing, late night drive, not a trip to the middle of nowhere!"
He rubbed his forehead regretfully, trying to remember what mistake he made that led them to this road in the first place. "I know, I know, but maybe it isn't so bad. Just look at all the... thousands of trees surrounding us that all look the same..." He glanced over at her and caught a glimpse of the intense glare she had, pointed right at him, causing him to marginally wince.
"If I don't make it home safe and alive, you can bet your ass that my father will hunt you down, whether you're still alive or not." Stiles simply nodded as she spoke, avoiding the thought of her dad and his menacing scowl.
As Stiles continued driving down the unfamiliar roads and paths, and making 'educated' guesses on how to get back home, his girlfriend shifted nervously in her seat. At one point, Stiles slowed down and squinted his eyes into the inky woods, towards the passenger side, and spoke ponderously, "Oh, look. Maybe we can ask that guy for directions."
With a spark of hope present in her, she turned her attention to where he was looking. However, that spark was quickly put out and replaced with frustration and fear as she exclaimed, yet again, "Stiles, that's a fucking mountain lion!" Stiles' eyes widened and he quickly drove off and further down the road. She ranted on about how much of an idiot he was and how much she no longer trusted him to escort her anywhere.
He interjected defensively, "It's pitch black out here, how am I supposed to distinguish a man from a mountain lion in these conditions!?"
She didn't hesitate to snap back, just as snarkily, "Well, maybe if you hadn't gotten us lost in the first place, you wouldn't have to worry about that!"
"Oh, excuse me for not having a GPS built into my brain!" Stiles looked at her, bugged by her matched fieriness.
"It's a real shame you don't, we should definitely look into that!" The tension between the two seemed to be reaching its peak until both of their attention was drawn to the vehicle as it slowed down. Her tone turned into one of confusion, "Stiles, what are you doing?"
"I'm not doing anything," Stiles frantically looked for the source of the problem as he spoke, still holding onto the steering wheel. He, too, was very confused by the turn of events, until the realization hit him. He hesitated to speak, knowing that the information he was about to reveal would only make him seem like even more of an idiot.
Nevertheless, his girlfriend knew him better than she knew herself, and she could easily read that adorable face of his. And so, she spoke warningly, "Stiles... Just say it."
He sighed, trying to build up the courage, and leaned his head back against the headrest. He looked over at her apologetically, and his voice softened with a hint of nervousness, "We're out of gas..."
She stared at him blankly, slowly digesting his words. After a moment, and after Stiles was about to freak out from the way she was looking at him, she just burst into laughter and bowed her head from the intensity of it. He was completely unprepared for that reaction and looked at her with concern.
"Wha-... What? Why are you laughing? You are laughing, right? What's happening?" he spoke cautiously, yet worriedly.
She lifted her head, still very amused, and barely got the words out between her inapt giggles, "We're so fucked."
And so, Stiles couldn't help but laugh along with her, choosing to enjoy his girlfriend's presence and her sweet laugh, despite the predicament they were in.
Stiles: You can do it Scott!
Stiles: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch.
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 :))
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. 💜
Aw thank you! I must agree, he's quite fantastic. I have no idea, I don't really like weddings to be honest lol
FAVORITE COLOR? I like navy blue 🤠Also I'm in love with you
FAVOURITE COLOURS! THE AGE OLD QUESTION (I am so proud of this actually). I, uh, don't actually have one. I don't really have a favourite anything because to have a favourite seems like such a big thing to me and I just can't comprehend loving a colour THAT much. However, I am obsessed with green, a light coral blue, beige/cream, and soft browns!!!! I think I might be in love with you too actually. Marry me when?
I'm hoping to write this weekend, but feel free to send any other fluffy ideas you have! I love hearing from people, it makes me so happy to know that my little efforts to do Stiles justice have reached others! Thank you all for your contributions. 💜
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 :))
"Do you like Teen Wolf? Get the fuck out of here then." -Mr. Dylan O'Brien
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