it's instinct to want the good things

omg another ask game hehehe thank you for the tag @asyndetonic!!

1) Origins of your blog’s name

sparassis is a mushroom! the english name is a cauliflower mushroom bc it looks like a cauliflower. i have found it in the PNW and it’s so cool. i love mushrooms/foraging in general as i have said way too many times on here lol, plus the first letter of sparassis is the first letter of my name. but someone else’s blog has the actual spelling of this lol so i had to get creative. i'm the temu knockoff

2) My ‘I’ll always order this food’ 

uhh i haven’t been anywhere to order something in years lol but a safe bet is anything with tofu ⬜️

3) Overused emoji 

mostly same as @asyndetonic lol 😭 ❤️ 🥺 and i also use lol and lmao waaay too much but such is the internet lmao…….. oops i did it again

4) Current comfort movie, show, book

well i just watched Tommy with @seaweed-water which is not necessary a comfort movie lmao, it’s actually a bit traumatic but the original Tommy album by The Who is comforting to me. so i’m including that lmao because i don’t watch a lot these days

read on ao3

hurt/comfort, anxiety, awkwardness, rated M, 4k

Stiles and Derek have this thing. It didn’t evolve overnight, but steadily, until they started to wonder what their brains were like before they got together at all.

It’s not just the typical thinking about you; though there’s plenty of that going on as well. When Stiles is in class, about fifty percent of his thoughts are on Derek at all times. Maybe fifty five. Sometimes even seventy, or a hundred if he’s bored. A hundred and ten if he’s bored and horny. Sometimes he wishes he weren’t in college at all, just so he has more time to think of Derek and, obviously, be with Derek.

When Derek’s at the shop, he’s the same way. Fixing cars is second nature to him by now, so Stiles takes up about eighty percent of his brain. He can be talking to a customer and thinking of Stiles, speaking to a coworker and thinking of Stiles, buried completely under a car, fixing it and thinking of Stiles.

But it’s the times in between, when they’re not supposed to be thinking of each other, where they’re supposed to be present and working and focusing, that their minds still stray.

It becomes like an earworm, but with words instead of music. One word in particular.

Stiles will speak out in class, and in the rare times that his classmates laugh at him instead of with him, when the cringe and awkwardness overtake him and he rolls his eyes to himself with a sigh, his brain goes, “DerekDerekDerek.” Like a palette cleanser. Like a safe space. Something to snap him out of it and make him come back to himself.

When a customer demands something from Derek or tries to tell him how to do his job properly, and Derek wishes Stiles were here to give a witty response, or bat away the criticism, or when Derek walks away after the interaction, regretting the whole thing, he thinks desperately, automatically, “StilesStilesStiles.” And maybe he can breathe a little easier, after.

Neither of them are aware they’re doing it, until they are. Suddenly they’re reaching for each other’s names in their heads, as a poor replacement for each other’s bodies in front of them. When they’d rather be nestled together in person, the closest thing from far away is their names, so they keep reaching.

omg this is the nicest thing ever thank you!!!!! your comments have been making me sooo happy and i'm glad that my fics can make you happy too!!! that is so sterek omg. they're the type of couple to pile onto the same tiny chair together instead of sitting on separate chairs or all the way across the couch. they have to be touching at all times