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.
DO YOU EVER JUST WANNA GRAB A HEAD WRITER AND SCREAM “MY FAV CHARACTER HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH YOU PIECE OF SHIT”
derek would be the star of the football team, always scoring like a hundred goals a game (okay, not a hundred, but you know). everyone in beacon hills high would know who he is but he wouldn’t care about that in the least; he’s playing football because it’s something he loves, not because he wants to be ~popular. he’d actually hate the attention and wouldn’t really know how to act when people would clasp his shoulder or ruffle his hair or shout congratulations at him. he’d have his little group of friends- boyd and isaac from the team and boyd’s girlfriend erica, and those would be about all the people he would talk to.
for a jock he’d really be kind of… nerdy. he’d have a high GPA and would make harris spit flames during chem because he would never be able to find a question to ask that derek wouldn’t know the answer to.
he wouldn’t go to parties after games, he’d like spending time at home reading or going to the movies with boyd when erica would be busy with her dance lessons with isaac.
stiles would be the complete opposite of derek- loud, vibrant and all over the place, impossible not to notice with all his jokes that leave him in detention or his wide hand gestures or how he’s always chewing on pens during chemistry. he’d always be talking about movies and werewolves and zombies during lunch with mccall, or they’d be loudly arguing whether the walking dead is better with daryl or would’ve been better without him (stiles would say that daryl is the man and derek would enthusiastically nod in agreement at the next table and boyd would look at him like he’s gone crazy).
sometimes they’d cross each other in the hall and stiles would give him this small smile, just a little quirk of his lips and derek would just stare at him, probably looking insane and stiles would scrunch his eyebrows and walk right past him, turning around to look at him all confused. isaac would laugh at his face and derek would start making plans for living alone in some cabin with ten cats for the rest of his life.
stiles would never get invited to the parties that derek would be invited to, and for some reason a lot of people would seem to find him annoying and derek wouldn’t be able to grasp why because he seemed fun and exciting and those eyes and that mouth and-
and then one day during practice in spring stiles would run out onto the track surrounding the football field and derek would just stop dead in his tracks. stiles would shrug off his track jacket and adjust his running shorts with his hand in them before setting off on a slow pace on the track and derek’s brain would just stop working for a moment, because holy shit how has he never seen those biceps and those forearms and what even are his calves.
and then he’d get hit in the head with a football and fall face first on the ground.
then he’d feel someone roll him over, hear a “derek, derek, hey” and when he’d open his eyes, he’d see stiles’ concerned face looming over him and his warm hands would touch his face and this would so not be the way derek would’ve imagined the first time they talked.
the next moment the rest of the team would be by his side and whittemore would scoff and say “oh look, i guess nerderella’s got it covered, come on, give sleeping beauty a kiss and he’ll be as good as new” and some guys would start laughing and stiles would blush and quickly move his hands away from derek like he’d been electrocuted and derek would grab his wrists and pull him down, press a quick kiss to his lips and murmur “i can’t believe you don’t think the dark knight is way better than the avengers” against stiles’ mouth and stiles would widen his eyes and then burst out laughing and the team would just be what is going on, and finstock would be all ahh to be young and in love again, hALE GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THE FIELD AND MAKE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND LATER, and derek would be all “you game for that?” and stiles would be “hell yeah” and they’d just lay there in the dirt smiling dopily at each other until finstock would drag stiles to his feet and threaten derek with suicides.
whittemore would try to make fun of derek for getting some from the nerd king but mahealani would just level him with a look and remind him that at least derek would be getting some that night. whittemore would pout and stomp off the field, throwing his helmet to the ground so hard it would bounce a couple times.
I just think that the perfect epiosde for sterek to happen would be one like once more with feeling from buffy..and they are cursed and stuck singing what they really think..living in a musical ..scott finds himself wishing he was elsewhere as through out the whole episode derek and stiles sing and dance away to their new found love..as issac just laughs in amusement.
i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early
YOU PUT THIS IN WORDS
“Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling…” The singing is low, quiet, but in an apartment as small as Adam’s, when it’s the only sound apart from the muted scrape of plastic on Teflon, it’s still enough to rouse Sebastian out of sleep. He stays still, though, eyes closed and keeps his breathing even, not wanting to halt the music, not wanting to get out of the warm bed with its soft-soft-soft sheets and feeling of contentment. “And still be on my feet…”