#xamberry

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

damn it, here I'm again: how about sterek + (those are all so perfect dear lord someone send help) "I picked up what I thought was a stray on the side of the road last night and it turns out you’re a werewolf. Um. Can I offer you some pancakes?"

This was such a fun prompt to work with! (also on ao3)

Stiles had a history with strays.

Ever since he could walk, toddling around the Stilinski home as fast as his tiny little legs could carry him, he had an affinity for animals. More specifically, taking in any animal in need.

Living in a residential neighborhood adjacent to the local woods meant that he had never been lacking in that department. He couldn't throw a stone around their neighborhood without finding a baby bird that had fallen from its nest or a dog that had wandered out of its yard.

In the creek behind their house, buried in the woods by a groove of black willows and white alders, he used to catch redwood salamanders and Cascades frogs. He would wade knee deep into the water in search of the sneaky amphibians, never caring that his pants got soaked.

He would keep them in an old fish tank, arranging algae covered rocks in the water of the terrarium so his new pets could spend time on land. He used to spend hours digging up worms in the backyard so he could feed his amphibians.

Of course, they eventually died — wild animals weren't meant to be in captivity, after all — and Stiles had been devastated. He had cried for hours, until his eyes were red and puffy and his throat was sore.

A few months later, he found an abandoned squirrel pup in their front yard. There had been no nest in sight, nor any mother squirrel searching for her lost baby.

The pup was cold to the touch and Stiles refused to risk letting the pup freeze to death while waiting for its mother. John had reluctantly agreed and allowed Stiles to adopt the squirrel.

For the next several weeks, he dutifully nursed the squirrel pup with an eyedropper full of puppy milk. He set up a nest for it inside, composed of old t-shirts and ripped socks that made a perfect bed for the tiny pup.

It had been a bittersweet day when Claudia had informed Stiles that it was time for the squirrel to leave. They had released it in the backyard where it ran right up a nearby sycamore tree, chattering away as though saying goodbye.

After the squirrel came a blind kitten they found wandering through the neighborhood, mewling pitifully. Stiles had snuck the kitten into his room and cared for it under his parents' noses for weeks until his mom went looking for something in his room and stumbled onto his little secret.

Unfortunately, with Stiles in elementary school while both of his parents worked full-time, they just didn't have the time or resources to care for a special needs cat. But luckily there was an older woman who ran a cat sanctuary a few towns over.

After taking the cat in, she had assured Stiles that he could visit anytime he wanted. And he did, his mom driving him over every other weekend.

Next came an entire litter of puppies that he begged to keep, only for his dad to painstakingly explain why adopting six Tibetan mastiffs was not a very good idea. And after that was the mountain lion cub that he somehow found on one of his exploration through the woods.

John nearly had a heart attack when he came home from a double shift to find his son cuddling the baby of a two hundred pound killing machine.

He then had to inform Stiles that a mountain lion was not a pet. Park rangers had been called in and the cub was safely returned to its den for its mother find.

But Stiles' affinity for taking in strays never wavered. Even as he got older.

In high school, he worked at the vet clinic with his friend Scott, just so he could help out any animals in need. It was better than working some crappy retail job like many of his classmates.

And it was a great reprieve from the everyday stress of high school. If he was ever feeling particularly stressed, he would just call up Deaton and volunteer for an additional shift.

Basically, his job consisted of bottle feeding kittens and doing trial introductions for potential pet adopters. It was a pretty sweet gig apart from the occasional bittersweet moments when animals were adopted.

Even after he moved out of Beacon Hills to attend Stanford he made a point of dedicating his time to animals, getting a job at the local pet store just outside of town. So it was no surprise to anyone that while on break in Beacon Hills, he didn't hesitate to pull over to check on what looked like a stray dog standing on the side of the road.

He had been driving in from Stanford, having enough days off for Thanksgiving break to warrant the drive back to Beacon Hills. Drumming his fingers against Roscoe's steering wheel while imagining the amazing meal his dad would be making in a few days, Stiles had been absorbed in his own thoughts.

Until he noticed a dark shape in the shoulder of the forest road leading into town. His interest immediately piqued, he had pulled over to get a better look at whatever the dark shape was.

Lo and behold, it was a dog. A stray by the looks of it.

The dog was huge, probably some sort of wolf dog hybrid that someone had purchased on a whim then realized the complications of the hybrid. Its coat was jet black with a few grizzled spots around its muzzle.

Fortunately, the dog didn't seem undernourished or injured in any way. And it wasn't wearing a collar let alone a tag bearing an address or phone number.

But what really caught Stiles' attention was the dog's eyes. He hadn't thought dogs could have hazel eyes with that much green in them, captivated by the specks of gold and rivers of bluish silver in the canine's irises.

His heart instantly captured, Stiles had coaxed the dog closer with a few soft words and careful touches. He had been glad to find that the dog was a gentle giant, docile and sweet as Stiles scratched it behind its ears.

With plans to take the dog to the vet clinic first thing in the morning to check for an implanted ID chip, Stiles had corralled the dog into his Jeep and continued his drive home. His dad hadn't even bothered to act surprised when Stiles showed up on the front doorstep with a stray in tow.

But, of course, because Stiles' life could never be normal for more than a few months at a time, it turned out that the stray he had picked up was much more than meets the eye. He found that out the hard way the next morning.

After a wondrous night curled up in bed where he actually got the recommended eight hours of sleep, Stiles woke early in the morning craving pancakes. But not just any pancakes; his mother's famous pancakes.

They were fluffier than a cloud and had just a hint of vanilla, making them perfect for any kind of syrup under the sun from traditional maple to boysenberry. His mom had always made them on special occasions, especially holidays, which made them perfect for Thanksgiving break.

Once he brushed his teeth and took care of some other hygienic needs, he tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen, careful not to wake his dad. He hurried past the living room couch where the stray dog he had picked up had spent the night, too preoccupied with his thoughts to pause and greet the dog.

He was in the middle of flipping pancakes, adding an extra bit of flair the way his mom had taught him, when he heard the telltale pad of bare feet on the kitchen tiles. Beaming, he looked over his shoulder, cheerfully greeting, "Mornin', pops— Uh... You're not my dad..."

He was pretty much stating the obvious since the tall, bearded, naked man standing in the kitchen was clearly not his father. The aforementioned bearded, naked man said as much, simply stating, "Uh, no."

"Are-Are we being robbed?" Stiles asked, turning the heat on the stove down and tightening his grip on the metal spatula in his hand in case they really were being robbed. "Because, I gotta say, this is fucking weird, man. You're not even wearing pants."

The mystery man's eyes widened almost comically as he tensed and rushed to cup his hands over his crotch. His cheeks flushed, drawing Stiles' attention back to his eyes. His eyes that were oddly familiar.

Hazel-green with gold and silver. Holy shit.

"Shit, you're a werewolf, aren't you?" Stiles groaned, feeling his own face flush. He had practically kidnapped someone! Because he thought they were a stray!

The yet to be introduced man just nodded, still looking embarrassed as all hell. Stiles let out a sigh, "Keep an eye on the pancakes. I'll be right back."

He waited for the werewolf to nod before he slipped out of the kitchen and back upstairs to the laundry room where he rifled around for a clean pair of pajama pants. After finding his baggiest pair, he hurried back downstairs where he was met with an eyeful of the werewolf's firm ass and the tattoo between his shoulder blades.

"Uh, here. These should fit ya," Stiles announced after clearing his throat, holding out the red pajama pants that just so happened to be patterned with white dog bones. Turning his head to give Mr. No Name some privacy, he wandered back over to the stovetop where his pancakes were still cooking. "I'm Stiles, by the way."

"Derek," the Sheriff's voice returned, managing to make Stiles' cheeks flush even deeper. He craned his neck to take a peek at his dad who was embracing the now only half naked werewolf, a friendly smile on his face. "Son, this is Derek Hale, my new deputy."

"Of course it is," Stiles mumbled, hanging his head as he poked at one of the pancakes with the spatula. Sparing another glance over his shoulder, he watched Derek and his dad plop down at the kitchen table.

"So... Can I offer you some pancakes?" Stiles asked, meeting Derek's mesmerizing eyes.

"Yeah, why not," Derek answered smoothly, sending Stiles a sly wink when the Sheriff wasn't looking.

It may have been one of the most embarrassing moments of his life but it made one hell of a 'how I met your father' story.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Could you please find this fic for me? Basically, Derek, Peter, and Stiles go to this town. But it's like the one from supernatural and there's nobody in it like a ghost town. The only other thing I can remember is there was like a dog running around and there was a baby that only stiles could see. I don't know if that was too vague sorry if it was but thank you anyways!

UPDATE: @xamberry, @darkskinwalker and anon said it’s this one! 

Croatoan by TheDamnRiddler

(25/25 I 85,958 I Mature I No Pairing)

They are alone.

And then they only wish they were.

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Derek, Peter, and Stiles are abducted by some unknown entity while on a road trip. Isolated, hunted, and scared, they have to rely on each other to escape.

[clotpolesonly]

Just had to stop by to say that your "Love (And Belly Rubs) In The Moonlight"? Talented. Brilliant. Incredible. Amazing. It's so cute that I could feel my insides clench, I swear. Such a clever use of eclipse!! and huge cuddlewolfs? THE best. Soft bickering dorks?? yES. Idk what to say, so just THANK YOU. YOUR FIC IS AMAZING. YOU'RE AMAZING. HAVE A GREAT DAY! ♥♥♥

soft bickering dorks are my actual favorite thing tbh

you’re the absolute sweetest, this makes my whole day, bless you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

[lunarjelly]

For the "hamilton songs ask meme": alexander hamilton, the story of tonight, history has its eyes on you, non-stop, cabinet battle #1, washington on your side, the adams administration, blow us all away, your obedient servant (sorry if it's too many but dAMN)

hey aa thank you and sorry for the late reply!! I was at school earlier and its really hard to answer these on mobile

alexander hamliton: what are some things you want more people to know about you?

tbh I dont know! I mean i know i overshare a lot online (sorry) but like otherwise irl im a somewhat private person, so like people usually know as much about me as i want them to know

the story of tonight: talk about some of the best times you’ve had with friends.

the best times ive ever had with my two best friends / favorite people in the world emma and sam (@mmmlem and @littleredtheboy) probably has to be our times at dragoncon, because they both moved to separate states a while ago its when we get to spend the most time together but its always amazing! 

history has its eyes on you: talk about the best teacher you’ve ever had.

oooh this is a tough one, i cant pick between my two art teachers. theyre both amazing people and theyve helped me more than i could have ever asked for throughout high school 

non-stop: talk about something you’re talented at, or even just something you can do very quickly and efficiently

lmao well if u want the obvious one, id have to say making art. but something else besides that which i guess im good at is performing bc i used to be in color guard and also im good at sewing whole costumes without any patterns 

cabinet battle 1: do you enjoy debating or arguing with people?

im generally a very passive and non-confrontational person so not really but it mostly depends on what the topic of debate is because if its politics and the person im debating with is a republican i am out of there cause i cannot deal with them 

washington on your side: who is the most important or influential person you’ve ever been friends with?

been friends with? well ive been friends with a lot of cool artists i guess! i cant rlly name anyone specific but ive met a lot of super kind and talented people who sell along with me at the conventions down here and theyre very inspiring and i love them!

the adams administration: talk about a time you’ve clashed with authority

honestly im such a good noodle the worst thing that i can think of thats happened regarding this is that i go to a lame ass uptight catholic school and once the deans found out i wore gauges and they told me i had to stop wearing them or theyd call home. when i told my mom she just laughed tho 

blow us all away: can you hold yourself back when you hear people speaking badly about someone you like/love?

DEFINITELY not i will whoop their ass 

your obedient servant: how do you feel about passive-aggression?

its so annoying like straight up just tell me u dont like me or something idc 

thank u for asking!!

[eloquentmydear]

Get to know me through musicals!!: Glory Days ^^

Glory Days: Best moment of your life?

Oh… God damn, I have no idea. I have quite a few great moments, but none are so great that they’d be the ‘best’. 

One was going to London for the first time in about 8 years last summer, seeing Martin Freeman in Richard III. I didn’t get to meet him, unfortunately, but we visited Baker Street (didn’t go in the museum as it was too late but one day will). Needless to say that strolling the streets which looked so familiar from watching Sherlock was absolutely exhilarating, especially with my Sherlock coat and scarf on! I felt very Holmesian! I can’t put into words how pumped I was about it! It felt special, you know? It felt a very odd and fantastic experience. And having Martin Freeman in the same room as me, seeing him act live and be absolutely hilarious and enthralling was just… wow! When we were waiting to go into the theatre, sat outside the National Art Gallery, I was like SHERLOCK FILMED HERE. AND IN THE BUILDING JUST DOWN THE STREET MARTIN FREEMAN IS GETTING READY. HOLY SHIT MARTIN FREEMAN IS LESS THAN A MILE AWAY FROM ME. Christ I love that man, he’s so great.

Now long (I guess mildly sad?) story here. Another was my 14th birthday, almost two years ago now. At the time, my mum was finishing her chemo for cancer - she’s all good now - and I was suffering with absolutely horrible depression. I couldn’t remember being happy for years. Because my mum was so ill, I didn’t expect to be doing anything on my birthday, and I was sort of down about it, but I didn’t blame my mum in any way. It wasn’t her fault, not at all, so I just accepted that I’d have a kind of average-shitty day. However, about a week maybe(?) before my birthday, my best friend and her parents, who had been unbelievably supportive about everything, organised taking me and my best friend to see The World’s End - I wanted to see it because it looked awesome, and because (are you seeing the pattern here?) Martin Freeman was in it! It’s one of the funniest films I’ve ever seen, and me, best friend Rachael and her dad were almost the only people in that screen. I remember that we were pissing ourselves laughing at the end, poor robot Oliver with a football for a head! Me and Rachael were sobbing from giggling so hard. We came out of the cinema, and - being that my birthday is mid-July - it was lovely and warm and sunny outside. I have the loveliest memory of sitting in the back of their car as we pulled out of the cinema’s car park, grinning like an idiot with the sun shining on my face through the window, and suddenly realising how alive I felt, how stupidly I was beaming, and how happy I felt for the first time in a very long time. Of course I was anxious about that feeling going away, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and let myself sit smiling and looking dumb in the back of the car with the light and warmth on my face and it was just wonderful. It was a very special moment for me, even if I still have my depression now. 

Sooo yeah, if people read that, then thank you :) I’m sure there are other great moments, I just can’t think of them right now, and I don’t want to make this even longer! The first one was just fun and silly, but the second has really stuck close to me and I think I’ll always remember it. It’s quite personal, so I hope you enjoy the share :) xxx

[kklances]

✈ & ♥ please ^^

[derierisu]

xamberry reblogged your post xamberry said:Picture pleaseeeeee... and added:

Waah, thank you ♥ Yeah, it’s not lovely… IT’S FREAKING COOL & PRETTY DJKSDHASKD *AAAAAA*

ajdashkd o////o aah tysm!!! <3 *hugs*

[xsunchan]

So this is my new notebook ♥

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Ok I'm starting to feel like I'm using you for your wonderful writing skills but your fics are always so PERFECT & I just cAN'T HELP MYSELF I'M SORRY plz send help; anyway, what about sterek + “i’m sorry i kicked you in my scared haze in the haunted house, can i do something to make it up to you?” au?

Sorry this took so long, but who doesn’t like Halloween fics in the middle of January? Also on ao3!

Stiles had no idea why he kept letting himself be dragged into these kinds of situations. Then he remembered that he and Scott had known each other for literally their entire lives and it made a little bit more sense. Not much, but enough.

Enough to remind him why he went along with Scott's asinine attempts at wooing Allison and getting off the bench at lacrosse practice. Enough to remind him why once he got his driver's license he played chauffeur for Scott and Allison on almost all of their dates.

But it didn't make enough sense for him not to be suspicious when Scott came to him and asked for a ride to the high school's annual haunted house.

For the past three years of their high school careers, Scott had never once shown any interest whatsoever in going to the haunted house. He always said it was too childish, that he would much rather stay home and watch Halloween specials.

Stiles had a feeling that Scott's sudden desire to attend the Halloween tradition had something to do with Allison. And his dad had always taught him to trust his instincts.

Sure enough, when Stiles had pressed Scott about why exactly he wanted to go, the first word out of his mouth had been, Allison. Stiles didn't even pretend to be surprised.

Apparently, Scott's plan was to impress Allison by showing off how brave he was at the haunted house, all the students assured that this year it would be genuinely scary. Utilizing the same technique as people who took their dates to see horror movies in hopes of being the one their terrified date could cuddle up to, Scott planned to be the big, strong man whose arms Allison could fall into.

It was doomed to fail.

Because nevermind the fact that Allison was one of the most badass people Stiles had ever met, going on hunting trips with her dad every other weekend and starting an archery club at the school, that wasn't why the plan was destined for failure. It was going to fail because Scott was one of the biggest scaredy cats the world had ever known.

Just last week, he had almost fainted when Stiles had gotten a paper cut in English class, the mere sight of a few droplets of blood nearly sending him right to the floor. A few days before that he had gotten woozy from seeing a particularly rare piece of rib eye, blanching at the sight of dinner Stiles had slaved over for hours, just picking at a baked potato instead.

Stiles had told Scott as much, detailing all the times, just that week, that he had been scared shitless by the most plebeian, unassuming everyday things. From the microwave beeping to a dog barking in the middle of the night, Stiles had listed them in order of occurrence, going on for several minutes before Scott finally cut him off.

Invoking the bro code, Scott pleaded for Stiles to just come along with them, desperately in need of a ride with his mom using the car for work and his dirt bike on the fritz. After a few minutes of deliberation, Stiles had finally agreed to drive them to the haunted house, figuring he might get a little bit of entertainment out of it if Scott did, in fact, make a fool of himself.

Now, walking through the fog filled main hallway of the school which had been decked out in orange and black Halloween decorations, all by himself, he was regretting his decision.

After picking up Allison, her dad glaring daggers at him and Scott as though worried they were picking his daughter up for a threesome, they had driven over to the school. The outside of the building didn't look much different, a few fake cobwebs tossed over the shrubbery and windows and a large banner announcing the runtime of the haunted house.

At first, entering through the back entrance of the school, the haunted house had been just as boring and campy as Stiles had expected. Student and teacher volunteers randomly popped out of classrooms in cheap dollar store costumes to make people jump, the PA system playing spooky sound effect tracks full of thunder cracks and howling wolves.

He followed closely behind Scott and Allison, tapping his fingers against the spare inhaler he always carried with him just in case Scott had an asthma attack, hoping nothing scared him enough to trigger an episode. Because as they progressed through the school, it got darker, the scares more genuine, the decorations more gruesome.

The lights were completely shut off, plunging the hallways into complete and total darkness. It was deathly silent, the artificial sounds fading away as they walked further through the hall. Along the locker-lined walls, oddly real decorations adorned the hallway, raising the hair on the back of his neck.

Stiles had paused to investigate a smudge of disturbingly realistic blood on a locker when Scott and Allison apparently decided to ditch him. When he turned back around, they were both gone, leaving him all alone in the quiet, foggy hallway.

Cursing his friends for being such assholes, especially since he was their ride home, Stiles apprehensively continued on through the hallway. He didn't put it past Scott and Allison to try to scare him themselves, resigning himself to being the victim of some half-assed prank.

He just wanted to make it through the rest of the haunted house and go home, hoping to beat his dad to the leftover candy from the bowl they left on their porch for trick or treaters. But with his luck, his dad had already decimated the bowl and all he was doing was walking further and further away from the exit, stuck in the maze of hallways.

Sites was waiting for someone to jump out at him, glancing nervously at every door and alcove in the hall, chewing his lip. He was prepared for someone in a cheap mummy costume to pop out at him, someone dressed as Dracula or Frankenstein to scream boo!

He wasn't prepared for a werewolf.

It leapt out at him from around a corner, tucked out of sight until Stiles got closer, springing out from the shadows. A vicious growl bubbled up out of its throat as it swiped a clawed hand at him, narrowly avoiding slashing his throat.

Stiles shrieked in terror at the sight of flashing yellow eyes and fangs dripping with shiny spit, taking a few steps back in shock. Scared out of his mind, acting purely on instinct, Stiles did the only thing that he could think of and kicked the werewolf right between the legs.

The werewolf fell to its knees with a pained whimper, furry hands cupping its crotch. Furry hands which Stiles suddenly realized were gloves, fake black fur on plastic, the claws actually blunt white rubber.

Just like he realized that the werewolf's snarling face was merely a mask, albeit an extremely realistic one.

The bared teeth he had been worried would rip his throat out were nothing more than painted rubber fangs. The flashing eyes that had petrified him so much were just little yellow LED lights, the only source of light in the dim hallway.

Stiles could feel the blood drain out of his face as he abruptly realized that he had just kicked some poor person between the legs. He felt like he was going to throw up when, through grit teeth, the werewolf wheezed in a painfully familiar voice, "Jesus Christ, Stiles!"

Wincing, Stiles shook himself out of his stupor and rushed to the werewolf's side, dropping to his knees beside them. He reached over to yank off the hyper-realistic mask to confirm his worst fear ― he had just kicked his long time crush, Derek Hale, right in the nuts.

He had met Derek two years prior at the vet clinic while he had been waiting to pick Scott up after his shift. Derek had rushed into the reception area holding a small gray kitten in his hands, announcing he had found it on the side of the road and just wanted to make sure it was alright.

Stiles had been gone for him ever since.

"Oh my god, Derek!" Stiles gasped, tossing the grotesque mask over his shoulder, ignoring it as it thumped against the tiled floor. Laying a hand on Derek's shoulder, curling his fingers into the sleeve of Derek's shirt, he apologized, "I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! Not that I would've wanted to kick someone else! You were wearing that mask, which kudos to you is like super realistic! Did your sister make it? Because I know she's really into art and SFX makeup and stuff, so―"

"Stiles," Derek snapped through grit teeth, immediately silencing Stiles' rant before it could stretch out into something longer and more convoluted. Stiles snapped his mouth closed with a click, miming zipping his lips and throwing the key away, well aware of how annoying his rambling could be.

Forehead furrowed while he clutched his poor balls through his jeans, Derek let out another whine of pain, the sound driving a knife through Stiles' heart. Tightening his grip on Derek's shirt, Stiles leaned closer and murmured, "I'm sorry, Derek. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, Stiles," Derek grit out, breathing deeply through his nose to help alleviate the pain, a muscle in his jaw twitching. As though trying to convince both himself and Stiles, Derek repeated himself, mumbling, "It's fine."

Squeezing Derek's arm with one hand, Stiles tentatively ran his fingers through Derek's hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. Smoothing out the furrow between Derek's brows, Stiles wondered aloud, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Catching a glimpse of a shy smile stretching over Derek's face, Stiles smiled himself, glad to see that Derek wasn't too furious with him. Running his hand over Derek's arm, Stiles insisted, "I mean it. Anything."

"Well, there is one thing," Derek announced, tilting his head up to meet Stiles' eyes, thankfully looking much less pained. Stiles just nodded eagerly, prompting Derek to casually suggest, "You could kiss it better?"

Stiles froze. Had Derek really just suggested something so crass? Was he really implying that Stiles should kiss him down there?

He yanked his hands back, severing all physical contact between him and Derek, jumping to his feet. He took a few steps back, wide eyes darting between Derek's face and his crotch where his gloved hands were still cupping his abused junk.

Curling his hands into fists at his sides, Stiles narrowed his eyes, feeling his face flush in humiliation as he watched the smile fall from Derek's face. He was sorely tempted to give Derek another kick in the balls, instead simply snarling, "Excuse me?!"

Apparently realizing what he had just implied, Derek raised his palms, looking horrified by his own words. Shaking his head, he insisted, "No! No, no, no! That's not what I meant! I just-I just meant―"

"What?" Stiles pressed, taking a step closer to Derek. "What did you mean?"

Derek's eyes immediately shot down to the floor, faking sudden interest in the pattern of the tiles. A light flush coloring his cheeks, he reluctantly admitted, "Maybe like...a kiss on the cheek...?"

"Oh," Stiles said simply, at a loss for words. He hadn't been expecting that.

Deflating as every last trace of anger seeped out his body, Stiles bit his lower lip, thinking about his next move. Feeling his own cheeks fill with heat, he formulated a plan he hoped wouldn't backfire, cautiously kneeling back down beside Derek.

"Forget about it," Derek muttered quietly, turning his head to avoid meeting Stiles' eyes, shifting to sit on his butt on the cold tiled floor. Hugging his knees to his chest, tucking his face against his legs, he miserably claimed, "It was stupi―"

Stiles cut him off with a kiss, cupping his cheek with one hand to turn Derek's head back towards him, tugging him closer with a hand fisted in the front of his shirt as he pressed their lips together on pure impulse. Derek hesitated for a moment before responding, curling a gloved hand around the back of Stiles' neck to haul him closer.

Stiles sighed almost dreamily against Derek's lips, having never even dared to hope that his first kiss could be with his crush. He shuffled even closer to Derek, wrapping an arm around his shoulders just so he would know what it was like to hold Derek.

He hummed high in his throat when Derek teased his bottom lip with a hint of tongue, swiping it across the seam of his lips in a barely-there glide. Kissing Derek was something he could easily become addicted to.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss to get some air, Stiles licked his lips, eyes still closed as he willed his brain to come back online. He could feel Derek's warm breath on his lips as they both panted a bit, winded from the admittedly short kiss.

"Better?" Stiles whispered as he slowly opened his eyes, unable to keep from feeling rather proud of the more pronounced blush on Derek's high cheekbones. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the pink cheek, feeling the slight prickle of stubble against his skin.

"Mmm... Much," Derek answered with a devious little smirk curling his lips to the side, the sight somehow infatuating Stiles even more than he already was. He opened his eyes a moment later, looking up at Stiles with a kaleidoscope of colors glittering in his irises.

"Go out with me."

They both paused, looking at each other in awe and confusion, having both blurted out the same thing at exactly the same time.

Stiles broke first, ducking his head and laughing at their simultaneously request. Raising his head, he nodded and announced, "Okay. How about next Friday at seven? You can pick me up at my house in your leather jacket."

"Alright," Derek readily agreed, grinning widely before leaning in for another quick kiss. It was merely a peck on the lips, a fleeting bit of contact that nonetheless filled both their cheeks with heat.

"So," Stiles began, scratching his nails through the hairs at the back of Derek's neck. "How the hell do I get out of here?"

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! Your blog has been a life saver and thank you so much for what you're doing here! I'm have a lost fic I read some time ago. Stiles married Derek and helps care of Derek's adopted kids. I know Scott was a toddler. And I think Derek just wanted a spouse to take care of his kids but Stiles wanted love and a family? I'm p sure that the argents we're trying to take Derek's land and there was a shot out? Thanks so much for taking the time to read this!

@xamberry thinks it’s this one. 

Mail Order Stiles by Green

(1/1 I 17,489 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.”

“You don’t even wear a hat."

“I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.”

(Stiles doesn't eat a hat, but that's just because he's too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband's ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

aaaand I'm sorry (again) but I just couldn't resist (again). For the "Halloween Asks" thingie: bat, haunted house, hocus pocus & witch pretty pretty pleaaaase.

Bat: If you could transform into any kind of animal, what animal would you be?

Okay, so even though I'm afraid of flying, I think it'd be pretty cool to fly so I'd totally wanna be some kind of bird.Haunted House: If you could be roommates with anyone of your choice, who would you pick?Umm, probably no one? I've lived with people my whole life so I really can't wait to live by myself though if I absolutely had to pick it'd probably be @sterektrashbag or @bunny-faeHocus Pocus: What is the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?Anything that's ever come out of Trump's mouthWitch: If could have the power to cast any kind of spell, what kind of spell would you cast?One that lets animals live forever.

Halloween Asks

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

For space slash questions thingie: rigel, arcturus, phoenix, hydra & supernova pretty please!

Rigel - Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?Only once and I absolutely hated it. I hate rollercoasters so much, they're awful. And because of my heart condition I can't go on them anymore, thank goodness.

Arcturus - Have you ever cried out of something other than sadness? I've cried from laughing too hard and I've cried in pain, if that counts.

Phoenix - Favorite thing to wear?Flannels, Henleys, my leather jacket (I'm literally a mix of Stiles and Derek's wardrobes) and sweatpants/pajama pants.

Hydra - Favorite sound?I really like the sound of rain and thunder, waves on the beach even though I hate the beach, the sound of bacon cooking, firewood crackling, and the sound of my fan.

Supernova - What's one thing you want to do before you die?It's gonna sound weird but I really wanna know what it's like to sleep with someone. Not in a sexual way, just like cuddling and sharing a bed, y'know?

Send a space thing

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

maybe this would catch your attention? sterek + “Someone taught me that the flowers are actually fairies and the petals are their hair. I think your dog killed a small village in my garden this morning.”

This somehow turned into awkward nerd!Derek so I have to tag @demisexualhale Also on ao3!

“Someone taught me that the flowers are actually fairies and the petals are their hair. I think your dog killed a small village in my garden this morning.”

Derek didn’t know what to say. Or what to do.

His unfairly gorgeous neighbor, Stiles―the one who always forgot to close the blinds in his bedroom when he got dressed and sang off-key in the shower loud enough that Derek could hear him in his own bathroom every morning―was standing on his front porch looking utterly exasperated with a dark smudge of dirt high on his cheek and a mangled pale pink rose in his hand, roots and all.

He was absolutely breathtaking in a dirty white t-shirt, stained with what looked to be grease, and faded blue jeans, dirt caked on the knees. Altogether he looked like he’d just strolled out of a photo shoot to pound on Derek’s door and angrily inform him of the mess his dog had made of his garden.

Meanwhile Derek was standing there completely aghast in a threadbare tank top and baggy sweatpants at two in the afternoon on a Wednesday (it was his day off, okay!) with a three day old beard on his jaw and his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, gawking at Stiles like an idiot.

He’d been relaxing on the couch with a cup of ginseng tea, re-reading Pride and Prejudice with his dog’s head in his lap, having finished grading all his papers the night before, when he’d heard the insistent knocks on his front door. Carefully closing his book, the first edition his mother had given him last Christmas, Derek stood and hurried to answer the door, assuming it was Laura coming over for their weekly dinner, instead finding Stiles on his stoop.

He’d been too gobsmacked to do anything else but gape at Stiles as he babbled on about how he’d come home from work after class to find his beloved garden full of holes, his rose bushes almost completely uprooted, his dahlias and pansies trampled on, his tulips all chewed to hell. Derek had then become too absorbed in absentmindedly counting the moles on Stiles’ cheeks to realize he’d finished his rant and had stopped talking, snapping back to reality when Stiles expectantly raised his eyebrows at Derek, clearly waiting for a response.

“Oh!” Derek pushed his glasses higher up on his nose as his face flushed, the tips of his ears burning bright red as he stammered out, “I’m so sorry! I promise it won’t happen again!”

“Yeah, it’s just… It was kinda my mom’s garden so…,” Stiles trailed off, scratching the back of his neck and suddenly avoiding Derek’s eyes.

“Oh my god,” Derek mumbled under his breath, feeling like an even bigger jackass. Everyone in Beacon Hills―hell, everyone in Beacon County―knew about Claudia Stilinski and her untimely, unfortunate death ten years ago. “I’m so sorry! I swear I have no idea how Max keeps getting out but I’ll make sure he stops! I’m so sorry!”

At the sound of his name, Derek’s German Shepherd hopped off the couch and lazily meandered over to the front door, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor, the sound heralding his arrival. He nudged his shoulder against Derek’s thigh, wedging his head between Derek’s leg and the door jamb to poke his head outside, tail wagging when he saw a visitor.

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t the perp himself,” Stiles remarked, quirking a brow at the shepherd who simply grinned up at him with his tongue lolling out―the picture of innocence.

“Speak of the devil,” Derek muttered deadpan. His eyes widened in surprise when Stiles snorted, the corner of his pretty pink lips lifting in a wry smirk.

“Hey, you,” Stiles greeted softly, crouching down on one knee so he was eye level with Max. He cupped the dog’s cheeks, raking his fingers through his thick fur and scratching behind his left ear. “I gotta talk to you, buddy. Man to man. And I’m gonna be straight with you. If you keep up this kind of bad behavior it’s gonna make it very awkward for me to ask your owner here out.”

“Wait, what?!” Derek squeaked as Stiles’ words registered, feeling his face flush even deeper. There was no way Stiles meant what Derek thought he meant. No way.

“Yeah,” Stiles continued nonchalantly, sparing only a momentary glance up at Derek before looking back at Max, nodding seriously. “I’ve sorta had this huge crush on him ever since he moved in next door. Do you think he’d wanna go out for dinner some time?”

“I-I… Really?!” Derek stuttered out incredulously, wondering why on earth Stiles would want to go out with him.

“Mmm-hmm. Really,” Stiles confirmed, nodding at Max again. “I kinda have a thing for the whole hot history professor look. Like his reading glasses and his tweed jackets with the elbow patches and those adorable dimples he always tries to hide.”

Derek automatically lifted a hand to his cheek, running his finger over the spot where his dimple would be if he were smiling, the skin warm against his palm, blushing yet again at Stiles’ sincere compliment. He watched as Stiles rose to his feet, turning to Derek with a small, hopeful smile. “So?”

“You-You really wanna go out with me?” Derek asked, insecurity rearing its ugly head. Stiles simply nodded, waiting for Derek’s answer. “But I-I…”

Stiles smiled patiently, gesturing for Derek to go on when he was ready.

“I watch you get dressed!” Derek blurted out guiltily, clapping his hand over his mouth the second the words left his lips. He tensed, anticipating Stiles’ rightfully angry response but Stiles only looked contrite and a little embarrassed himself, chewing his lip as his cheeks grew red. Derek furrowed his brow, probing, “What?”

“I might’ve left my blinds open on purpose,” Stiles admitted reluctantly, running a hand through his hair.

He let out a sigh of relief when Derek breathed out a laugh and exclaimed, “I knew it!”

“So enough about my weird seduction tactics, how about that date?” Stiles inquired with a soft, shy smile.

“Yeah,” Derek agreed, smiling widely and unabashedly showing off his dimples. Nodding his head to the side, he suggested, “Do you, uh, wanna come in?”

“Oh, I see,” Stiles began, his voice low, already stepping over the threshold, running a hand over Derek’s chest. “You wanna see one of my little strip shows up close and personal, huh?”

Derek let his eyes wander down to drift over Stiles’ pert ass in his tight jeans as he pulled the front door shut and followed Stiles inside, shooing Max. “You’re damn right I do.”

Send me prompts

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Purple please! (holy shit that's a lot???)

Purple: 10 facts about my room

I’ve lived here for years but the walls are still unpainted

I have to put a pillow between my headboard and the wall or else it will bang against the wall at the slightest touch

I have a giant stuffed Rottweiler

I also have one of those fake owls people use to scare birds away with

I have piles of books everywhere

There’s like only one corner of the entire room that’s not messy

I have a fox body pillow

My T’Challa plushie, or as I call him Lil T, is always on my nightstand

I have the bi flag colored dreamcatcher I tricked my kinda biphobic parents into getting me hung up on my wall

I keep my leather jacket and my red hoodie hung up next to each other because I’m Sterek trash

Invade my privacy. Do it.  

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

For the "Ask me about my body" thing: nose, cheeks, fingers & hips.

Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?

I really like Bath and Body Works’ cherry blossom perfume and I adore Yankee Candle’s Midsummer’s Night.

Cheeks: Do you blush easily?

I don’t think so. I mean just today I was writing hardcore gay smut in class with a straight face.

Fingers: Do you play an instrument?

Nah. I was in a piano class last year but I wasn’t very good. I think it’d be cool to really learn an instrument so I really want to.

Hips: Do you like to dance?

Eh. I’m a plain white girl, I don’t have any rhythm but when I’m alone I do sometimes.

Ask me about my body.

[lunarjelly]

for the "important otp questions" thing: Poe and Finn, duh :D

sorry for the late answer i was at the con all day!!

who complains about how expensive everything is when they go shopping

Finn tbh but whenever they shop poe’s probably like “its ok anything for u babe”

who asks for more sweets and frozen pizza

Finn probably bc he’s tired of the gross first order food 

who wakes the other in the middle of the night to tell about the cool dream they just had

Also Finn ! But I bet Poe doesnt mind cause he loves hearing about them

who likes to take photos of the other when they’re not looking

POE 

who suggests tv show marathons and does the other agrees easily or do they have to be promised stuff like sex or a massage or a romantic dinner later

Poe probably suggests it and Finn’s the one who has to be promised 

who sings in the shower and who secretly enjoys listening to it

POE SINGS AND FINN LOVES IT 

who texts the other a lot to tell about the jerk on the traffic or about someone’s new haircut or to ask if they had lunch already

theyre probably both texting each other 24/7 anyways 

who forgets coins in jeans pockets and who trips on their own shoe lace in the early morning because they forgot to tie it because they’re too sleepy

Poe probably bc he is A Mess anywhere that isnt a ship