Have You Tried Responding? Maybe It's Just A Little Woodpecker That's Stuck In Your Skull. He Might Need

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."

I don't have time to write an entire drabble or whatever, but please, in honor of Christmas Eve, just think for a moment about Stiles frantically wrapping presents and making an absolute mess.

Imagine it's late, almost midnight, and he completely forgot to wrap the gifts he bought. He's huffing and puffing, shoving the paper over the boxes and other strangely shaped items, and smashing a ridiculous amount of tape on every corner and crevice. It's a shit show, but he needs to get it done.

In the middle of this chaos, his girlfriend calls him to wish him a good night and whatnot, and she can hear his rushed frustration and trouble with making his two lanky hands work the way he wants them to. She asks him if he's ok and what the hell is he doing?

He brushes her off and simply tells her that he forgot to do something important, yet again. She easily guesses the task at hand, thanks to all the noise he's making, and offers to come over and help him.

He quickly shuts her down in a slight panic, telling her that she absolutely cannot come over. She then pesters him about why he's so against the prospect, and eventually he caves: most of the presents are for her.

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone who celebrates and happy holidays to all! I hope everyone has a lovely day and good luck to those who are struggling! 💜

HELL YEAH, GUYS!!!! I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH.

More fics are coming soon it's just this one request has made me realise how much I hate a character and that's put me off writing so much. No hate to the requester of course, that's my bad for accepting it and this is just the consequences of my own actions. However, I am wanting to write something so if you wouldn't mind filling out this poll underneath it would be greatly appreciated!!!

I'm begging on my hands and knees, please pick one!!!!

The "as long as it's" repetition is killing me omg.

Update: I got a little bit done! Not as much as I wanted to and not for the project I probably should have been working on, but oh well. Progress is progress.

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.

Guys, I appreciate the support, but @obriengf knows I exist... Let the poor gal be 😭

I NEED to have this man in my arms immediately. Especially in your Recoil oneshot? HELLO? YES PLEASE. ARE YOU SHITTING ME?

Sorry lol I just needed to rant about baby Stiles. Love ya!

HAHA I love this so much and I completely agree! He's the perfect cuddle bug and I'm sure he feels the same way about us readers. In fact, his need might even be more intense... I can already see his demanding pout.

Thank you! Sending lots of love your way 💜

Human talent is taken for granted these days and it makes me so sad. I couldn't even fathom using AI to write when I have my own brain that already enjoys doing it. I could see using it to get inspiration, but do the work yourself.

GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

Such a silly individual...

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. 💜