Wow so I can't believe I've had this blog for over a year now (which means I've spent at least 5 or 4 years on this website). For those of you who remember the last time my url had a pun in it that had more to do with the Hales and less to do with the cast of supernatural, you've been following me for over a year which feels like a pretty long time. I want to thank you guys for sticking with me through the many url changes and fandom changes. Even to the people who only recently followed me, thank you for making my experience on this website so awesome. You all mean a lot to me and I'm in a constant state of awe over how talented and wonderful you all are. 2013 honestly wouldn't have been the same without you cuties
My Boos
Tes, Shannon, Tiff, Caitlin, Maram, Brii, Krystal, Molly, Ni
Those who I Admire from Afar (we've never talked but I think you're awesome): agentotter // dylanships // froechled // onelastwaltz // rrrowr // sophiebush // winterkiss
*credit goes to Krystal (shadowstiles) for making the graphic. Whoops sorry if things aren't in proper order or if I made any other mistakes. It was really late when I started this heh. I hope you all have an amazing holiday and an even better new year <33
AMY ROSE SINCE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, CAN I REQUEST A STEREK BIRTHDAY FIC PLEASEEEE!!!? *puppy eyes* (Bonus points if it's Derek trying to plan a surprise birthday party for Stiles and failing.)
"Surprise!!!!"
Scott’s face lights up, “Oh my god! A surprise party? You guys my birthday’s not for seven months!”
Derek stares at him in horror. “What the hell?! You said you were on the way back from the movies with Stiles?”
"I was— I mean I am— he’s—"
"Dude, you left your phone in the car, woah!" Stiles skids to a halt in the door just as the surprise banner falls over Derek’s face.
"Aw, you guys."
"So this is for Stiles?" Scott frowns as he looks around. "Why didn’t anyone tell me?"
"Because you can’t keep a secret from Stiles for more than five minutes," Lydia snaps, rolling her eyes and helping Derek disentangle himself from the banner.
He gives up trying to do it carefully and slices through it with his claws, stalking toward their bedroom and slamming the door. There’s a bellowing silence left in his wake and Allison waves the cake at Stiles, trying to smile brightly.
"Derek said you’d appreciate it?" She pulls a face as she looks down at the blue and orange monstrosity. "I think he went a little overboard with food colouring."
"Oh my god," Stiles breathes out. "That’s so fucking adorable."
"Dude," Scott spins to look at him apologetically. "I’m so sorry, I had no idea—"
"No, bro, don’t sweat it," Stiles beams at him. "This is the best surprise ever, no one got maimed or cut in half, we just saw the worst disaster movie of the century…" He glances towards the still shut bedroom door. "I’ll just— be right back?"
"Tell Derek I’m sorry!"
"Tell Derek to quit being a drama Queen," Lydia scoffs.
"Get naked," Isaac adds thoughtfully. "You seem to be the only one that works for."
Stiles points at Isaac. “That better be a shit joke, man. If I find out you’ve been getting naked in front of my guy to get out of doing the dishes, I won’t be hurting you but I’ll… I’ll think of something,” he warns as he heads across the living room. “Put some music on, none of you are allowed to listen to this!”
When he lets himself into the bedroom it’s dark, and Derek is lying flat out on the bed, one arm over his head. Stiles clambers up next to him, rests his elbows on Derek’s chest, and even though he’s clearly sulking, one of Derek’s hands sneaks out to stroke down his back, letting him know it isn’t Stiles that he’s mad at.
"You know I started planning this thing four months ago?"
"It was awesome," Stiles says softly, tripping his fingers up Derek’s cheek, running them along his frown and trying to smooth out the lines. "Seriously, thank you."
"I told Lydia we should have included Scott, but they wouldn’t listen, no one ever fucking listens."
"I listen."
Derek sighs, pulls his arm away to crack one eye open and smile balefully at Stiles. “I know, I’m sorry, this isn’t— this isn’t how I wanted it to go. I shouldn’t even be pissed, it’s not about me.”
"It’s ok, I get it. You wanted something to be good for me, right?"
"Yes," Derek says vehemently, hand tightening in the back of Stiles’ sweater. "You deserve all the good things."
"And I have them, I swear. And think about it," he quirks a grin. "This way I wasn’t so shocked, nobody got punched in the face, or worse maced in the face.”
"True," Derek quirks his mouth ruefully. "I’m sorry, though."
"Don’t be, oh my god, Derek, this is hands down the coolest thing ever. You made an orange and blue cake!"
Derek rolls his eyes, rolls over so he can bury his face in Stiles’ neck. “I’m still embarrassed at my own sentimentality about that.”
"I’m not," Stiles grins at the top of his head. "Man, you must love me a whole fucking lot to have gone to all this trouble."
"I do," Derek says into his neck.
"That’s…" he swallows, wraps his arms round Derek and holds on tightly. "That’s the best part of the surprise," he says finally.
They venture out into the party eventually, and Derek genially allows Scott to beg forgiveness with beer, and Lydia rolls her eyes at all of them but graciously doles out cake. Allison makes balloon animals, and Isaac hands out a dubious looking punch he’s been messing with all evening. It makes everyone super tipsy to the point where Stiles manages to convince Derek to wear a party hat, and when they fuck, much later, when everyone has gone and it’s just the two of them alone in the dark warmth of their bedroom their hats smush together and fall in Stiles’ eyes, making him laugh. They sit in their boxers in the kitchen and eat cake, and Stiles climbs into Derek’s lap and declares it the best birthday ever.
