So. Friends call me Krista. Welcome to my little corner of the interwebz...
My OTP got engaged, did you hear?
So yeah, expect a lot of weeping and flailing on my blog. I apologize in advance.
I also lead a Derek Hale appreciation life.
I am patiently waiting for these two to become canon, but until it happens, I have fandom and fanfiction to keep me going.
You will find these BAMFs on my blog as well. All the yes.
I love reading fanfiction about my OTPs and will often flail over them on my blog when I find one I particularly enjoy. Check out my rec tag ittlebitz recs fic if you'd like. You won't be disappointed.
I also write a bit. You can read my stories here:
Currently writing: looking for it (finding heaven) - Sterek
We Both Found What We were Looking For - Klaine
While my blog is primarily a Klaine and Sterek blog, you will find other things along the way as well. You may find the occasional music spam as well as other things that interest me or catch my attention.
After Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, the owner of a small floral shop called Apothecary, a romance between them blooms into something the alpha had never expected. With the help of his pack and loved ones Derek finds the tools necessary to let go of his past and embrace a new life. Three years later he is still happily tangled in the arms of the strange young florist but does not expect to be planning his wedding and to kick-start the beginning of the rest of his life with a ring, a date, and a very excited pack of betas.
The sequel to petals in my pocket
Word count: 2565
Warnings: None (except the standard D/s overtones we get with me in this ‘verse)
Summary: An EF one-shot! Totally unplanned, but it sort of popped into my head the other day and then I wrote it. Just some incredibly schmoopy post-coital Klaine. I guess I was in a schmoopy mood. I said I’d get it out today and I’m creeping in under the wire. Hope you guys like it!
“What’s your favorite part of my body?”
Title: Hitting the Jackpot
Warnings/Kinks: BDSM, established D/s relationship, bondage, threesome, oversensitivity, orgasm denial, cock rings, teasing, size!kink, barebacking, shmoopy-doopiness
Summary: Seven months they’ve been doing this—seven months since Kurt snagged a room card, lucky number seven, and found Blaine waiting for him inside. Seven months since he broke the rules and got Blaine in return.
A/N: This is the third and final part to the “Load the Dice” ‘verse. Thank you to mikybaby and istytehcrawk and savvymavvy for looking over the story as I wrote it and encouraging me. ^_^ Enjoy the final part.
jesus god I have lost my ability to words
I see it, I SEE it in my mind and the hotness factor may well kill me I swear to god
simply stunning, there’s nothing more I can say
So I finally got the chance to catch up on some fic reading this weekend and checked out a few of the (many) fics I’ve had bookmarked for ages. This fic was so freakin’ adorable I literally read the entire thing with hearts in my eyes.
Derek is the alpha of a pack of young wolves who are busy finding babysitters, planning holidays, holding jobs and clinging to normalcy. When Peter pitches the idea to plant flowers on the Hale property, Derek doesn’t quite take him seriously. That is until he walks into the little floral shop off 1st and Oakheart and meets the strange young man from out of town, Stiles Stilinski.
Fluffity fluff with just the right touches of angst and pack feels. The sexytimes are smokin’ and the story it weaves is just really fantastic.
Derek is pack Alpha and he meets Stiles, who is the owner of the new florist shop in town, when he half heartedly is looking for flowers to plant near the burned out remains of his old home. He is immediately taken with Stiles, who is both enigmatic and charismatic. They strike up a friendship that eventually becomes more. It’s a slow burn that is amazing to read and has you rooting for them the entire time. I definitely give this one an enthusiastic rec! Yet another brilliant fic I’ll be downloading as an ePub for future repeat readings!
the way that i want you tonight—after leaving their engagement party, Kurt and Blaine head back to Blaine’s house to make everything a little more…official.
“Are you absolutely sure that your parents won’t be home?” Kurt asks, worried, for the fifth time since they got out of Blaine’s car. There’s a whole mass of snakes, of something slithery and restless, dancing in his stomach.
Blaine looks up from where he’s twisting his key into the lock on the front door. There’s something indecipherable in his eyes, something smolderingly dark. It makes Kurt gulp, makes his eyes widen round, too round, and he knows that he has that look on his face, that slack-jawed, astounded look.
Blogging from the grave as I’ve been killed by feels, courtesy of Rachel endofadream. Amazing as always.
Here’s 4k words of feelings and porn. Posted to AO3 here.
It’s been eight years since Derek left Beacon Hills. He didn’t have to; there was no one chasing him, driving him, shouting for blood. The pack’s final year of high school was been quiet, undisturbed by supernatural forces or other woes, just college applications and final exams. He’d gotten bored, honestly, with most of the pack gone their separate ways to college, so when Cora decided that she too, was ready to go, he’d followed. It wasn’t like there was anything left to tie him there; they’d put Peter in the ground again at the end of the kids’ junior year, and the old house had finally been torn down a few months later and that was it - the end of the Hales in Beacon Hills.
They ended up in New York again, he and Cora. Derek, for all that he hated people, felt safe in crowds, surrounded by life. It was amazing how easy it was to be alone in a city of millions of people, and he liked that.
Sometimes it felt like history repeating; he and Laura had lived in the city for years after the fire and Cora was so much like Laura, fiery and full of laughter. Cora got into Pratt, graduated with a degree in graphic design, managed to weasel her way into a spot at Pentagram. Derek was proud of her. He thought about going back to school, but he’d never done well, even before the fire. Laura had made him get his GED, and he’d taken a few college courses here and there, but he wasn’t bothered by the fact that he didn’t have a degree, and most of the places he worked didn’t seem to care. He floated from job to job without worry; he got bored easily and in the city there were so many jobs to try out.
There wasn’t a pack structure in the city like there was in the smaller towns; wolves came and went as they pleased, migrating from neighborhood to neighborhood. One of Cora’s roommates was, by pure chance, a werewolf, and she introduced them to her friends - a group of harmless artsy-type folk who mostly smoked pot on full moons. Derek likes them, though; they all laugh a lot, and there’s no drama. He likes that; it reminds him of the last good years in Beacon Hills. Sometimes they go to the ocean during the full moon and swim in the sea. The wolf likes the struggle of swimming against the waves. He always sleeps well after those nights.
Their fifth year in the city, Derek finds a job that he likes enough to stick with it; night manager at a bar. It’s not glamourous in the slightest; just a neighborhood dive just classy enough to serve craft brews but not enough that it brings in the snobs. It’s low-key and he sees the same people over and over, week after week, which is oddly reassuring. It’s a good neighborhood; mostly homes, a college a few blocks over (though they don’t get much of that crowd, thank goodness). He’s at the bar almost every night, even his nights off - Cora will come over most nights, and their loosely defined pack have become regulars. Derek has friends and a life he’s enjoying for the first time in a long time, but during their eighth year in the city, things change.
No, but I don’t think people can truly understand my love for grimm. It’s a pure love, I swear.
Happy Monday! I did a fic based on those rave pics going around. Derek’s return.
Derek could hear the music before he even got out of the car, deep bass beat thrumming in his bones. He scowled up at the huge windows, where he could see lights flashing and the shadows of a lot of bodies moving around. He hadn’t expected to be irritated this soon upon his return to Beacon Hills; he’d hoped for at least a day of peace before plunging back into the thick of things. Cora was going to piss herself laughing when he told her and tell him, mock-seriously, that his perpetual anger was a symptom of living in Beacon Hills, so get used to it, big bro.
Leaving town had been good for Derek. He and Cora traveled all over the southwest before landing in Arizona and it had felt good to be normal, to do stupid tourist shit like visit the Four Corners and take a picture straddling the dividing lines. They’d gone to Vegas and the Grand Canyon and run with a pack outside of Santa Fe during the full moon. He’d finally had time to get to know his sister as the young woman she’d grown into, not the eleven-year-old girl he’d last seen just before the fire, who still thought boys were gross. She’d somehow ended up living with a pack in Flagstaff, so it was there they headed after their road trip wound down, and they’d been welcomed with open arms. It’d been a relief, really, even more than the road trip had been, because he hadn’t lived a normal pack life since before the fire and it felt good to get his head back in that groove.
It took two weeks before he finally felt strong enough, put together enough to head back to Beacon Hills. Cora couldn’t understand why he’d left, but there were still things to do, loose ends to tie. Peter, for one - who knew what hell he might be raising - and Scott might need help. Derek remembered the transition to alpha; it hadn’t been easy coming into all that power. He’d handled it completely wrong, and he didn’t want Scott to make the same mistakes. (And he wouldn’t have admitted this to anyone, but he kind of missed them. Cora was family but still kind of a stranger; at this point, he knew the kids in Beacon Hills better than he knew her. He missed all of them, even the humans, even the Argent girl and the irritating banshee. Even Stiles, and Stiles was - a whole other problem.)
Derek climbed the stairs to the loft, irritation building with every step. He’d given Scott the keys to the place because he’d never intended to leave for good - fuck, he’d only been gone a month and a half. Had the stupid kid moved in?
So I know a lot of people have seen the video going around of the guy coming out of heavy anesthesia and telling his wife how beautiful she is, even though he doesn’t recognize her at first.
Drugged by hushlittlewolf is an adorable one shot inspired by that video. I have seen a few people saying such a fic should exist, well, here is one and I feel sure there will be others to come.
In the meantime, check this out, because it really is adorable!
anonymous prompted: I asked this earlier but my computer froze so I don’t think it sent but you should write a fic where Kurt and blaine are fucking and Blaine’s phone rings and maybe it’s cooper or Sebastian calling and Kurt makes blaine answer while he’s being fucked
“God, yeah, harder, Kurt, god, harder harder harder harder—”
“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt gasps, ducking his head, his forehead lined in concentration as he works his hips, drives his cock in and out of Blaine’s hole with slick slaps of skin and yielding stretches of tight muscle. Blaine is driven desperate, demanding, begging, and Kurt still has yet to catch his breath from that glorious, tight slide in. “I get it, just give me—fuck—give me a second.”
Rating (overall, not necessarily in this part): NC-17
Summary: Blaine is a sixteen year old homeless runaway. Kurt is a twenty five year old Broadway performer. One afternoon Kurt quite literally stumbles over the poor boy on the street, accidentally beginning a relationship that’s more than complicated from the start.
Notes: This story is 100% complete and I’ll be posting a part a day for the next few days—it’s too long to post all at once and I don’t want to spam people’s dashes. Blaine is seventeen before the shenanigans start, which is the age of consent in NY, if that’s an issue for you. Also you can blame yanks02 for this one, too! Much of the structure of the story here came from her mind. :)
Warnings (overall, not necessarily in this part): age difference (not used as a kink in terms of the story, really), mention of Blaine’s Sadie Hawkins bashing, neglectful parenting, and one sex scene toward the end that contains very light spanking (the generic sexy bedroom roleplay kind).
Blaine is quieter for some time after they go home, but his mood lifts gradually as their days go back to normal—he gets more hours at the theater and he and Kurt start to look into private high schools. They want to be ready when Blaine turns eighteen; he’s already so far behind, and now that his options are virtually limitless they see no reason to wait or restrict their search to the public school system.
Between Kurt’s crazy, semi-nocturnal schedule and Blaine spending more time at work they sometimes only have a few hours of the day for each other, but they make the best of every minute, trying hard to not argue (it happens) or get in each other’s hair in otherwise unproductive ways.
Sundays are still their day. Kurt looks forward to them now more than he ever has before. Early on he’d warned Rachel that if she tried to drag him off for mimosas and French toast on Sunday ever again the way that she used to that he’d just start turning off his phone. She’d then promptly negotiated a trade off for Saturday evening drinks after matinée, which works perfectly for them both.
Honest to god, this fic is perfect. miss b is one of my all time favorite fic goddesses. It’s like she knows exactly what I like and puts it in writing for my reading pleasure. Bless everything.