Male. 30. Gay. Bearish. Proud Beta and Enforcer of the McDanno Werewolf Pack. My big four are featured here. Supernatural (Emphasis on Destiel). Teen Wolf (Emphasis on Sterek). Hawaii 5-0 (Emphasis on McDanno). MCU (Emphasis on Stucky).
There will also be peeks at other fandoms including House, Brokeback Mountain and Warehouse13. As well as whatever whimsy suits my fancy.
So, as some of you might know, I currently work overnight shifts. 7pm till 7am. I have done so for the better part of a decade. This has, thankfully, afforded me extra free time to write as once the cleaning is done I have several hours of “downtime”.
However, starting Monday, (The 20th), that will no longer be the case. Due to health issues with my mother, (whom lives with me), I’ll be switching to day shift, 7am until 7pm.
I don’t yet know how this will affect my writing/freedom to write. I am hoping that I can make adjustments and still be able to work on both my Fanfiction and my Original Fiction. However there is a reason my original pen-name was NightOwl, I’ve always done my best work/writing after dark. I dunno why.
I still plan to be active on tumblr, I can use the mobile app and what not, but my already slow writing/post habits are likely to take a further down turn. It is possible that they stop all together.
I suppose that it is equally possible that I’ll be able to write more/more frequently. I just don’t think history is on my side.
If you have questions feel free to DM me as I don’t enjoy airing my personal issues in public lol.
yo but have you considered at pack sleepovers stiles sharing a bed with derek, have you considered stiles not being able to sleep because he doesn’t have his pillow, so he has to use derek’s chest (or tummy or booty) as a pillow
have you considered derek getting up first to join everyone for breakfast and letting stiles sleep in, cept bc stiles doesnt have his pillow he just halfasleep zombie walks towards the kitchen and plops himself on dereks lap and just goes to sleep on him mumbling about his pillow trying to get away from him
have you?? because i just did and i am goING TO SCREAM
@crossroadswrite is it okay if i add what my sleep deprived brain came up with last night when i read this post??
Because, okay, pack sleepovers are so hard to coordinate. Because it’s not as simple as throwing down an air mattress in the living room and piling on.
First, they have had to purchase real mattresses for forts and movie nights because after the first three inflatable ones were popped by errant claws Derek had had enough.
Second, everyone is incredibly particular in how they sleep. Erica needs exactly one blanket and one Boyd. Boyd will only sleep on a couch or in his and Erica’s room in their bed. Isaac needs at least three pillows at all times but they can either be regular ones or sometimes a pack mate will work in a pinch. Scott isn’t allowed to sleep with the group in the living room if they’ve had pizza for supper because even becoming a werewolf doesn’t cure everything.
Derek would much prefer sleeping in his own bed because werewolf or no, sleeping on the floor or a hard mattress on the floor messes up his back like nothing else. More often than not even if the pack is sleeping together in the den, falling asleep to movies playing on the TV, Derek will still creep out of the room, check all the doors and windows and go to his own room.
Stiles will sleep anywhere. BUT he needs his pillow to sleep through the night. Somehow Derek became an acceptable substitute for his pillow which at the beginning was baffling to Derek. Because it started before he and Stiles weren’t anything more than friends.
One night after a particularly long week of tests and studying, Stiles had fallen asleep on the couch next to Derek. Only, as Derek continued watching the new Star Trek movie he hasn’t paid attention to Stiles shifting around until his head was using Derek’s thigh for a pillow.
But that wasn’t their ‘realization moment’. No that came three weeks later when it was just the two of them at the house and Derek had thrown an arm up on the back of the couch and Stiles had ended up with his face buried in Derek’s chest and a hand resting on Derek’s abs in a parody of a hug. Stiles had startled awake from something and pulled back from his position half on top of Derek.
Blushing he’d mumbled, “sorry.”
And Derek had shrugged trying to act nonchalant and like the pink in Stiles’ cheeks wasn’t completely adorable.
“S'ok. I’m just glad you trust me like this.”
Stiles’ blush had doubled as he admitted, “You make me feel safe.”
Derek had been silent for a beat too long and Stiles had left the room, escaping to the kitchen. Derek had followed after only a moment though and caged Stiles in against the counter getting all up in his space to say the same words back to him.
That Stiles’ touches and trust and friendship meant everything to Derek. Made him feel safe and comfortable in his own skin again.
They’d started dating but the pack either didn’t care or didn’t notice because no one said anything. Nothing really changed in the pack sleeping arrangements except sometimes Stiles would forgo being a pillow for Isaac and follow Derek up to his room.
Those nights Derek became a human pillow for Stiles. Sometimes all it took was Stiles leaning against his shoulder. But some nights Stiles wraps him up in his long, strong arms as he hides his face in Derek’s chest. One notable time was when Derek had fallen asleep on his stomach and woken up to Stiles laying sideways across the bed using Derek’s butt of all things as his pillow.
And really, as if smelling like each other wasn’t enough of a clue in, the day Stiles came down the stairs ten minutes after Derek had gotten up to start cooking breakfast and wrapped himself around Derek from behind him showed the pack exactly how their relationship had changed. And if that hadn’t done the trick, having Stiles sleepily crawl into Derek’s lap only to start snoring softly against his shoulder a moment later was evidence enough.
me in a remote lodge on the top of a mountain after two days of hiking in the rain and cold. i’ll have you know i’m capable of thinking about destiel anywhere
what i’m saying is what if seasonal worker dean and hiker castiel got stuck there. due to bad weather
dean’s been there for years. it’s a simple little hub for hikers but they’ve got water and electricity and dean’s usually in the kitchen, he cooks and pours beer and chats away with everyone who passes through and spends a night. and castiel is just lost. not physically, he knew he was headed to this particular location because the view was supposed to be beautiful, but he’s trying to get away from his controlling family and putting physical distance between them seemed like the logical first step. however the fickle weather hasn’t been on his side, and when he reaches the lodge in the evening it’s already packed with hikers trying to escape the storm. castiel sees it in the guy’s apologetic eyes; there’s simply not room for another mattress on the floor. but i can’t let you try to pitch your tent in this weather, the guy says. hey, i’ll put a mattress in the kitchen and lend you my private room. i practically live in the kitchen anyway. and castiel says absolutely not, i cannot ask that of you.
and dean says well it’s about to get pretty cozy then, if you wanna share a room with a stranger. there’s still room on the floor there. and castiel says shouldn’t you be more wary? wouldn’t i be the stranger in this scenario. and dean smirks and says i’ve had to shack up with worse. and then cas of course has to change out of his wet clothes and hang everything up to dry and that leaves him with a long sleeved undershirt and a pair of shorts and woolly socks and he looks less like a drowned cat now and dean is not looking at his thighs at all. cas apologises for his ridiculous outfit and dean says nothing to apologise for. and he only stutters a little bit. castiel still shivers a little bit, once he’s settled in in his sleeping bag on dean’s floor and dean thinks god i want to help him warm up so bad
Hi hi! I’m SO excited you’re taking prompts! You’re on my favorite sterek authors!! Prompt: Stiles is a few months pregnant with their second child and Eli, he’s maybe 4 or 5, is making his day very difficult and it all boils to a point where Eli tells Stiles that he hates him. Stiles takes it to heart and doesn’t know what to do with himself while Derek tries to reason with him “Stiles, he’s 5 years old, of course he doesn’t hate you”
Of course, he was, with Stiles’ brain and werewolf superior genes his and Derek’s child couldn’t be anything but amazing. He was four and a half but could already read his favorite tale — a werewolf-friendly retelling of the Little Red Riding Hood. There was a brief period when all he would read was this tale, and no amount of Stiles’ whining could sway him.
The stubbornness came from Derek, for sure.
And lately, something changed in Eli’s attitude. It was gradual and not something Stiles noticed at first. Eli was healthy and bubbly and happy most of the time, a perfect overly energetic and curious child, but sometimes he just gave Stiles this studying, almost suspicious, long stare and pursed his little button nose, as if thinking very hard about something.
i honestly dont think cas even comprehended the fact that dean said morning sunshine. his mind was busy with something so he was expecting a good morning cas or something so he didn’t even hear dean call him sunshine. would’ve been funny if he realized that while he was driving or something
“We’ve talked about this,” Dean tells Cas, who is maintaining a stony silence. “That’s not how cars work, Cas. I mean, where would I be if I just left Baby on the side of the road every time she was out of gas? It’s like leaving a dog on the side of the road cause you didn’t want to pick up after it.”
“Dogs are alive,” Cas says, continuing to stare straight ahead.
“Yeah, well, so’s Baby.”
“You do not have to do this.” The gas can sloshes slightly in the trunk. “I will simply obtain a new car.”
“You don’t need a new car, Cas, you just need to learn what to do in an emergency.”
“You do not have to do this,” Cas repeats, voice heavy.
“Well, what if something happens, huh? What if you get hurt and I’m not there? You stand a better chance in a car than you do just walking around the meatsuit.”
“Nothing is going to be able to hurt me, Dean.”
“You’re damn right it’s not, not after I show you how to gas up your car when we’re on the road.” They come to a fork in the road. “Is it left or right, Cas?” Dean looks at Cas, whose jaw is set. “Cas.”
“Left,” Cas finally grates out.
“Thank you! Is it so hard to be helpful?” Cas doesn’t say anything. “Y’know, you can quit being such a baby about this any time, you…”
Dean trails off, stopping the car dead. He looks at Cas, who continues to stare out the windshield.
Dean climbs out of the car to stare at Cas’ car, fully wrapped around a telephone pole. He approaches it and sees the only non crumpled part of the front of the car is roughly Cas shaped, a hole tore out the side for him to have gotten out of. There is absolutely no way to salvage it. Dean turns back to the Impala to see Cas has gotten out of it and is watching them, face set and maybe a little forlorn. Dean, currently out of words, gestures expansively at the car.
“I see it,” Cas answers.
Dean tries to verbalize his thoughts.
“Why?” Is all he can manage.
“Why which?”
Dean feels like he’s about to have a stroke. “Why any of it? Why did you let me take you out here when you knew it was like that?”
“I didn’t know how to get out of the lie.”
Dean looks back at the car. It’s completely totaled. It’s beyond totaled. Cas’ pimpmobile is in Car Heaven, partying it up with sexy lady cars and voluptuous Vespas.
“What happened, man?” He finally asks. Cas watches him for a moment. “Cas, I’m serious, something could’ve happened to you-“
Cas strides up to him, pushes him against the slim part of the pole that is not bedeviled with car, and plants one on him like he was born to do it. Like it’s his fucking job. Dean flails for a moment before his brain gets with the program, fisting a hand in Cas’ coat and resting the other on the back of his neck.
And then, just as abruptly, Cas pulls back. Dean and Cas stare at each other, Cas looking vaguely constipated, before suddenly he vanishes, leaving Dean alone with a wrecked car, a carton of gas in his trunk, and blanket fucking confusion.
“What the fuck?” Dean hollers and, somewhat predictably, nobody responds.
Eddie: Buck, I was wondering if we could have a little chat. Buck: *sadly* You want me to go home. Eddie: No. No, it’s the opposite of that. Buck: *confused* I want you to go home?
Buck: Racoons! Eddie: Oh for God’s sake, Buck. just swear like an adult. Buck, mildly hysterical: No! *points to the racoons* Part of me always knew that this is how I was gonna go out. Eddie: In a wine fire surrounded by racoons?
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