Hii! How's Dairy Queen Stiles Doing!?

I'm opening Word right now, it'll be up tonight! Thank you all for your excitement!

WAIT I WANNA SEE DAIRY QUEEN STILES!!! PLEASE WRITE THAT EVEN IF IT DIDNT WIN THE POLL PLEEEEASE 😩😫😻

I'm planning on it, I promise! I keep thinking I'll have time to write, and then end up swamped. So I'm not sure when that will happen, but it's next on my list! I appreciate your excitement, my dear 💜

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Cute

I'm a little late, but here's more of the twins, Stiles and Stuart Stilinski! And bis thanks to @darkintothedawn for the inspiration! I couldn't have done it without your phenomenal ideas!

Word Count: 965

She couldn’t remember falling asleep, nor how she ended up so perfectly snuggled between her two favorite boys. She did, however, know exactly who was who, just by feeling them breathe against her. Stuart was lying on his back, his arm bent so that his hand held the back of his neck, creating the perfect nook for her head to rest on his chest. Her arm was already wrapped around his waist when she instinctively pulled him closer. Stiles, being the more deliberate twin, was behind her, spooning her and keeping her in a tight embrace while his nose stayed buried in her hair.  

When the three of them began dating, snuggling was sometimes more comparable to a cold war: no physical attacks, but verbal arguments and even threats about who should be where and what positions they should lay in. The poor girl had to be the mediator, begging them to compromise somewhere in the middle for her sake. They had been whipped since they first met her, so it’s no surprise that they listened, although somewhat begrudgingly.  

At this point, they have nearly mastered the art of going with the flow or, in other words, letting her get comfortable first, and then sliding in on either side, always taking turns facing her. Many things are like this in their relationship since their circumstances are somewhat unusual. 

As if on cue, they both lifted their heads to look at her and she looked between them in turn.  

“There she is,” Stiles said with an adoring grin. 

“It’s about time,” quipped Stuart. 

The last time she was conscious, Stiles was driving them back to their house after their date at the zoo. Seeing her beam about each animal as they wandered through the park ignited more love in their hearts for her. There wasn’t a single thing she could do that wouldn’t make them ruminate on her excessive amounts of ‘cuteness’, as they say. Apparently, all of that walking and enthusing tuckered her out, because she was out like a light, slumped against Stuart’s shoulder in the backseat. She figured one of them must have carried her inside and upstairs. 

“What time is it anyway?” she said before yawning. 

Stuart glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Almost eight.” His fingers traced random patterns on her arm, still wrapped around his waist. 

“Wow. I’ve been asleep this whole time?” 

“Yeah, it’s very cute,” Stiles said, nuzzling into her hair blissfully. 

“Again, with the ‘cute’ thing? Aren’t there any other words you can use to describe me?” As of recently, she’d been growing tired of their teasing insistence. ‘Cute’ was basically their new favorite word. 

“Nope. You’re cute, it’s time to accept it,” Stiles stated simply. 

“I’m not rejecting it!” 

“Yes, you are. And it’s not very nice,” Stuart added. 

She couldn’t believe they turned this onto her, yet again! The few times they actually work together are spent teasing her. Not when she asks them to stop bickering about nonsense, no, that would be too easy. They just have to throw a wrench in the works. 

“What!? How am I not being nice?” she exclaimed. 

“You know exactly how. Don’t try to act all innocent.” Stiles was too sly for anyone’s good. 

“I’m not-” 

“Oh, come on. We all know what you’re doing,” interjected Stuart. “You’re fishing for compliments! You know, your greed is gonna catch up with you eventually.” He wore a poker face that was convincing enough to make her face flush, turning rosy. 

Stiles lifted his head and caught a glimpse her warm pout and chuckled, saying, “Oh, don’t do that, you know we’re just messing with you.” 

“Whatever. I’m hungry.” 

“So that’s why you’re so grumpy,” Stuart started, but stopped and furrowed his eyebrows when he felt her begin to release herself from their holds. “Wait, where are you going?” He and Stiles both tightened their grasps. 

“To the kitchen. I’m hungry.” Her repeated words were blunt because, to her, it was obvious. 

“Woah, wait a damn minute, you can’t leave yet!” Stiles said. 

“Why not?” She narrowed her eyes at him, looking behind her. 

“Because.” 

“Because? That’s it?” 

“Yes!” he asserted. 

“What he means,” Stuart glared at his twin, “is that we... uh... really, really don’t want you to.” He wore a pained expression, knowing full well that his reasoning was probably only hurting their cause, and Stiles gave him the death stare right back. 

She sighed, beginning to move again, and he knew this meant he only had one choice left. “Ok, ok, we’re sorry, we’re sorry... Please don’t get up. Seriously.” He paused to think, then continued, "Hey, how about you stay here, and someone brings food to you?” 

The girl smiled slightly and began to relax into the bed again. “Alright. I can agree to that.” 

Stiles’ face lit up. “Perfect! Stuart will go.” 

Stuart’s eyes widened with rage. That scheming bastard! he thought, and he sat up with malintent radiating off of him, causing Stiles to practically duck, burying his face in her hair yet again. He huffed, knowing that he can’t beat his brother’s ass when their girlfriend is anywhere near him; he would not take that risk.  

He took a couple of seconds to relax (for now, he’d get his revenge after she went home), then leaned down to press a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Anything for the cutest girl in the world.” 

Seeing her soft smile almost made the trip downstairs worth it, but he knew tackling Stiles and throwing him down those same stairs later would cure him.  

As soon as Stuart left the room, Stiles pulled her impossibly closer, relishing in the few moments of alone time. 

“You know Stuart is going to kill you, right?” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

I'm melting, someone get a mop.

Do you feel Bonita?—Stiles Stilinski

c/w: kissing, fluff

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You’re kissing Stiles, well aware of the lipstick on your lips being transferred to his.

You snicker at every peck—lipstick reddening his lips. Stiles was too into the makeout to realize you ever so often giggling. Until now, where he’s about to faint from being so flustered. He parts his lips from yours, leaning back on his elbows.

You snicker once again, the lipstick shade matching his flushed cheeks. He raises a brow, confused.

“What?” He says.

You take your phone out of your pocket, showing him his reflection.

“Oh.. my god.” He says, attempting to wipe the color off—but instead smearing it.

You laugh, trying to compose yourself to help him out. You lift your thumb to his lips, cleaning up any color that’s out of his lip-line.

“Much better,” you respond.

Stiles puckers his lips, looking into the camera.

You snicker once again—“Do you feel.. Bonita?”

Stiles’ eyes quickly look to you, playful disappointment on his face.

You lose your composure, busting out laughing.

Stiles smiles, laughing with you.

“Yes, I feel very Bonita. Thank you.”

He kisses your cheek, planting a stain, and chuckling.

Dylan, Tony and Rachael walking in NYC via deuxmoi

Polaroids of Dylan unwrapping presents from his girlfriend today via Instagram

I'm so happy to hear that! I wish you luck with your journey though, I'm sorry that it's still an issue.

And thank you so much! You are far too kind! 💜

Hi! Just wanted to check in and ask how you're doing? I hope all of your illness drama is resolved or will be soon! (Big fan of the queue!) 💜

I love the queue 😩 it's an absolute weapon hahah, still so much more to add on too!! and I'm also much better thank you for asking. I figured out what triggered it (kinda..?) and have made some adjustments but it still comes on sporadically which is so frustrating!

I hope everything is going amazing with you! So proud and amazed to see all the writing pieces and blurbs you've put out 🤗❤️

That bicep though...

The talent here is blowing my mind-

Dylan drawing :)

BAHAHA same though-

THE GRAY HAIRS? HIS HAND? OH MY GOSH?