#exactly 1 week till Christmas while I work everyday this week is a reasonable time to start a crochet gift

[greenpitbullzombie]

Gonna watch Violent Night as I panic crochet my gradpa a scarf for Christmas. It was originally going to be a hat in a totally different yarn. I've never seen this man wear a winter hat or a scarf but by god is he going to have a handmade gift by me.

Also hot chocy in my Christmas seahorse mug.

[ghostdrew22]

hi ok sooooo i have asked numerous writers for this request because i thrive on angst and fluff 👁👄👁 so here goes: a love triangle between draco, harry, and a ravenclaw reader. the reader’s been known to be head over heels in love with draco and giving him origami hearts everyday for a year or two, which he only throws in his trash bin. he usually just ignores her and finds her gestures annoying and laughable. one day, he goes too far with his rebuttals. the reader, heartbroken and realizing she had no chance at all, stopped pursuing him altogether. for the next few weeks, he found himself weirded out that he hadn’t received any origami hearts. while emptying his trashbin, he discovers that when you unfold the hearts, there were little notes of encouragement and sweet letters. just as he was about to confront her, he notices the reader folding something on her table during class and thinking it was finally another origami heart for him. however, it was a butterfly, and she handed it to harry instead. Jajdjeioa PLS MAKE IT ANGSTY AND FLUFFY IT’S UP TO U ON HOW IT WILL END BUT WOULD BE CUTE IF HARRY MADE THE PAPER BUTTERFLY FLAP ITS WINGS THO

Ok sorry for the cliche and long request, take your time and stay safe. I enjoy your writing sm 🥺

Butterflies and Paper Hearts || D.M, H.P

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader , a bit of Harry Potter x reader but not really Warnings: ANGST, swearing, Summary: Draco doesn’t like you and tries to let you down multiple times, when it finally does work he feels regret wash over him.

WORDS : 3864

First of all, I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to this. I read the request when it first came in and I loved it but I’ve been struggling to conceptualize it, and then I fell into a bit of a sad spiral because of all the other stuff that’s been going on in my life, which is why I took me so long to complete it. Second of all, I had to amend the idea a bit to make it work for me, e.g I wrote this in an AU where Voldemort doesn’t exist because I hate mr. no-nose, and I didn’t make the hearts go on for years. Third of all, thank you so much for this request! It’s a lovely concept and I really enjoyed writing it <3

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Butterflies.

Flying. Soaring. Alive.

The first time that Draco had ever noticed you was in your fourth year. You were sat at the Ravenclaw table and immersed in a discussion with Padma Patil, one that had you laughing so hard that you were throwing your head back and wiping tears from your eyes. The sight had knocked the wind out of his lungs, like someone had just punched him in the stomach, and he felt the weirdest sensation in his gut.

It was butterflies erupting.

~~~

The first time that you noticed Draco was in your fifth year. Ravenclaws and Slytherins were in Charms together, as usual, and you’d accidentally sat next to him instead of Padma.

“Dude, you’ll never guess what happened this morn-“ You stop speaking the second you notice that the person beside you is, in fact, not your best friend but rather a scowling Slytherin. “You’re not Padma.” You frown.

“No shit.” He rolls his eyes, “What gave it away? The green robes or the blond hair?”

“The snarky attitude.” You instantly reply and he looks taken aback for a second, “Who are you anyway?”

If you’d thought he looked shocked before, you were wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Who are you? What was so confusing about that sentence?” You raise your eyebrows, “Clearly not a Ravenclaw.”

He scoffs at your remark but answers anyway, “I’m Draco? Draco Malfoy?” He asks, a pretentious tone lacing his voice. “We’ve shared this lesson together since you got here last year?”

“Stalker much?” You ask with a smile and he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, nice to meet you Draco, I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” He replies simply as he takes the hand that you’d outstretched. “Some of us pay attention.”

“Mhmm.”

“So what happened this morning?”

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“You were about to tell me about what happened this morning.”

“Oh.” You respond in embarrassment and watch as his smirk grows.

“What? Am I not worthy of your great story?”

“It’s not that, I just don’t think it’ll interest you.”

“Try me.”

“Right, what’s all this then?” Padma asks as she stops in front of the desk with a confused expression.

You giggle at her obvious confusion, “I accidentally sat here instead of by our normal spot. Do you know this miserable boy?”

“Better than I’d like to admit.” She responds sourly before turning a harsh gaze toward Draco, “Daddy’s boy.”

“Wench.” He responds and she rolls her eyes.

“Are you coming to sit with me?” Padma asks as she turns back to you and you shake your head.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’d like to sit here and annoy him today.”

“I cannot possibly stand in the way of that, you’re doing the whole grade a great service.” Padma replies with a laugh as she goes to sit a few desks away from you.

~~~

Day 1 - 1 Heart

Hearts.

Fragile things.

It’s the next Monday when you have Charms again, and you decide to sit by Draco’s desk in hopes of him coming to sit beside you.

“What on earth are you doing?” Draco asks as he peers over your shoulder before sitting in the chair beside you.

“Origami.” You respond with a smile and he raises an eyebrow toward you. “That thing where you fold pieces of paper into shapes?” You ask and he nods in understanding.

He takes his seat with a sigh, “Sounds boring.”

“Everything sounds boring to you.” You roll your eyes before finishing up the origami heart.

“True.”

You give it a once over and smile in satisfaction before turning to Draco and handing it out him. “Here.”

Hearts. Absurdly fragile things, Draco thinks as he feels his own heart begin to race. Here you are, nonchalantly handing him a piece of paper, and he feels like his entire world is collapsing in on itself at the gesture. Y/N, giving me a heart.

He rolls his eyes and takes the object from you with a scowl, “Why are you giving this to me?”

You shrug, “You’re not completely intolerable, you’ve earned it.”

He smirks, “Careful, people might start to think that you like me.”

You smile, “Maybe I do.”

Your smile reminds him of butterflies- bright, fluttering, inviting, warm, beautiful.

He rolls his eyes and makes a big show of tossing the origami heart into a nearby bin, and you fight to hide the hurt hidden behind your eyes. But what you don’t know is that at the end of the Charms lesson, once everyone else has left, Draco goes into that very same bin and pulls out the heart.

Day 20 - 20 Hearts

“Are you still doing this?” He asks in annoyance as you hand him another origami heart, the same way you have, every morning, for the last twenty days.

“Yup. I’ve got no reason to stop.” You shrug with a small smile.

“How about the fact that I think they’re stupid and I don’t like them?”

“You’re under the misconception that I care about your feelings.”

He chuckles and brings his face down to yours till you’re inches apart. “I think you care a lot more about my feelings than you’d like to admit.”

You swallow and look away from him, trying to avoid the warm feeling that’s creeping up your neck and settling into your skin. “You wish blondie.”

“Mhmm.” He replies absent-mindedly as he turns into the classroom, drops the heart into the nearest bin, and sits in his seat.

You try to look unbothered as you go to sit beside him, ignoring the disappointment that’s churning your insides.

Day 35 - 35 Hearts

You watch as Draco inspects the origami heart from the Slytherin table, hoping that he might open it this time.

“He’s going to break your heart, Y/N.” Padma whispers from her seat beside you in the Great Hall.

You shake your head and let your eyes drift away from the blond at the Slytherin table. “He wouldn’t do that, he’s a lot better than you think he is.”

“Y/N, I’ve known him a lot longer than you have and I know that this isn’t going to end well.”

“And why not?” You ask defensively.

Because you’re a muggle-born, Padma wants to say, but she knows that it isn’t her place to crush your dreams so harshly. She shakes her head instead and smiles sympathetically, “Nevermind, I’m sorry for overstepping.”

You don’t notice, too busy talking to Padma, that Draco tucks the little piece of paper into his robe with a small smile.

Day 50 - 50 Hearts

You don’t exactly know when you caught feelings for Draco, it’s like all the small moments just bunched up together, but you know that it wasn’t your intention. The hearts, the sitting together in charms, it had all just started as friendly gestures in an attempt to get the scowling boy to befriend you, but somewhere along the line things just got too messy.

And now, you’re utterly infatuated with him.

You take a deep breath as you pull out the small box from your bag containing Draco’s Christmas present. The train comes to a half at platform 9 and 3/4, and you quickly grab your belongings before rushing out of the train in order to catch the blond before he goes home for the holidays.

You catch him by the door and you smile at him. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Another paper heart?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk and you shake your head.

“No, it’s something else actually.” You hand the box to him, wrapped in a mix of dark green and navy blue paper, and he accepts it with a skeptical glance.

“What is it?”

“A Christmas present.” You laugh and he nods sheepishly in acknowledgement.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t get you anything…”

“I didn’t want anything.” You smile again, “That’s not why I got you a gift.”

You watch as he nods again and looks out the window. “Then why did you get me the gift?”

“Cause we’re friends.” You shrug and he swallows.

If he were any other person then the erupting butterflies in his stomach would be an obvious sign to pull you closer and hug you till both your arms hurt. If you weren’t a muggle-born witch, and his parents weren’t watching him intently from outside the train, then this would be the moment that he seized to let your friendship blossom into more.

“We’re not friends.” He spits out coldly, and you’re taken aback by the sudden harsh tone.

“Okay…” You reply quietly, “Acquaintances?”

“For fuck sake…” He mumbles with a sigh, “Y/N, I don’t like you, at all. You’re annoying, you’re pushy, and worst of all, you’re a mudblood.”

Harsh words, words that taste of venomous denial, are running out of his mouth before he can stop them. The look of astonishment and sadness on your face has regret dancing on his tastebuds like the taste of tar, and he struggles to push that feeling down.

“You don’t mean that…” 

“I meant every word, and I can repeat it if that empty skull of yours didn’t catch it.”

You shake your head and look down at the ground, trying to blink away tears, and he nods as he turns to finally leave the train.

“Draco.” You choke out and he whips his head back angrily.

“What?”

“I forgot to give you this today.” You whisper as you hand him his origami heart and push your way past him toward the platform.

You feel sick, you feel sad, you feel disappointed. There’s a twisting and churning that’s going on in your stomach but it’s not like normal, it’s the opposite of what you’ve felt every time before.

It’s butterflies dying.

He watches you walk away as a lump forms in his throat.

Day 65 - 0 Hearts

Draco walks into charms half-expecting you to be sitting somewhere else, and half-hoping that you’re sitting in your usual seat beside him. He didn’t open the Christmas present, too much guilt weighing him down, and he hopes that you don’t give him any more paper hearts.

He feels an odd combination of anguish and comfort when he sees that you haven’t moved, and goes to sit beside you in silence. You turn to him and smile but say nothing to him, not then and not for the rest of the lesson. When you get up to leave he half-expects you to drop an origami heart on his books, and disappointment consumes when you don’t.

Day 75 - 0 Hearts

“Morning.” He mumbles as he finds a spot beside you, as usual.

“Morning.” You respond.

That’s all the conversation that you two have now. A part of you misses the way the two of you had been before, easy-going, sarcastic, in-sync, but an even bigger part of you understands why that had to be over. He could never allow himself to love someone like you without resentful undertones of disgust and shame, and you could never settle for someone who doesn’t love you regardless of your blood purity.

“Y/N…” Someone whines from ahead and you look up from your desk to find Harry stood in front of you.

You laugh at his childish behaviour, “Yes Harry?”

“Please help me with this assignment?”

“No.” You respond bluntly, just to mess with him, and he pouts at you.

“Please?” You shake your head, “Please?” You shake your head again and he pouts at you hopelessly, “Pleaseeee?” He begs once more and drags out his plea.

You laugh once again and nod, “Okay fine.”

“Thank you so much!” He exclaims excitedly and leans over the desk to hug you. You shake your head and giggle in his arms, and Draco has to look away to ignore the looming feeling of jealousy consuming him.

Day 103 - 1 Heart

“So, I know that we’re not friends or anything…” You start as you turn to Draco, “But Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and I can’t resist the urge to give you one more.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but feels realisation wash over him as you hand him an origami heart, one that’s bigger than all the rest you’ve given him in the past. He nods and takes it from you, trying to pretend as though his heart isn’t swelling at the gesture. “Thank you.” He responds curtly before the two of you revert back to silence.

It’s only when he’s alone in his dorm room that night that he actually looks at the origami heart. It’s red, and you’ve written his name across it in cursive. He runs his fingers along it and allows himself to unfurl it, feeling shocked to find words written inside it.

I know you never read these, so I’m probably wasting my time, but I wanted to say that I miss you.

Ridiculous right? I even feel stupid writing it. But it’s the truth, I do. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss the way you would scribble nonsense in my book to distract me from the lesson, and I miss the way you’d get so frustrated when I did the same. I miss the way you’d make fun of me for being a nerd, and try not to look proud when you outdid me in tests.

I miss your jokes too, even though they weren’t really funny, and the way you’d always forget your textbook so we were forced to share and we had an excuse to talk. I miss you a bunch, even though I know that you don’t miss me nearly as much.

Happy Valentine’s Day pretty boy,

I wish you could’ve loved me the way that I love you.

He quickly jumps off his bed and walks toward his trunk. He pulls out the Christmas gift that he never opened and another small box that he’d used to store all of your origami hearts, and begins to go through them all.

Note 1 - You’re weird but I like you. Very defensive, I hope that I can knock down those barriers. Note 2 - Your hair looked really nice today, made you look like a famous movie star who pays people to do it for him. Do you secretly have a hairdresser in your room? Note 3 - Your eyes are a strange colour, a cross between blue and grey, it reminds me of the sky before a really pretty rainstorm.

He opens every heart, from the first to the last, processing every last compliment that you’d ever written. With every word he reads, he feels a mixture of love and guilt wash over him simultaneously. Love for you- because you’re kind, and funny, and beautiful, and way too good for him- and guilt- for treating you so horribly because he was scared, when all he had wanted to do was kiss you, and hold your hand.

9 - I’m oddly very proud of you for beating me in the latest Charms assignment, you might actually be the bigger nerd between us both. 20 - I know you hate that I call you pretty boy but that’s what you are, you’re unnecessarily pretty! 26 - You’re very funny when you’re not trying to be. Your jokes are horrendous, but your impersonations and quips can be quite amusing. 35 - I’m starting to think that you don’t read these. No, I’m sure that you’re not reading these. Doesn’t matter though, there’s so many things that I love about you and I think I’ll explode if I don’t put them down somewhere. 47 - I’ve fallen very hard for you, it might be your dumb laugh or the way you tickle me whenever you walk into class, but I didn’t know that you could feel this much for a person. Damn you pretty boy. 50 - Padma thinks you’re no good for me, I agree, but I don’t care. I love you too much to give you up.

The last of the collection is the Christmas gift that you gave him. He’d refrained from opening it out of shame, feeling unworthy of a gift from you after being so cold to you that day on the train. He unwraps it and finds another paper heart, with a silver engraved ring above it. The words, ‘pretty boy’  are inscribed into the ring and he smiles at the sight, a few tears sliding down his face.

Pretty boys like you deserve a little more than paper hearts, I hope you like it.

He slips the ring on before getting off his bed, walking to his desk, and pulling out a piece of paper.

Day 104 - 1 Heart.

It’s Valentine’s Day and his palms are sweaty, for the first time in his life Draco has sweaty palms because of a girl.

You’re in your usual seat and you’re folding another piece of paper. His heart soars at the sight of you so focused, that goofy smile you always have whenever something demands a lot of your attention, and your hands working delicately against the edges of the paper. He stops in front of you.

He clears his throat and you look up at him, startled by the sudden interruption. “Oh, Draco, morning.” You respond with a small smile, obviously still apprehensive about him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” He smiles back and slides an origami heart onto the desk, beside the butterfly that you seem to have been folding.

“What’s this?” You ask in confusion as you pick it up and inspect it.

“You’ve made enough to be able to tell by now.” He deadpans and you laugh softly with a nod.

“It’s a paper heart.” You smile up at him, “Did you make this for me?”

“Maybe.” He responds curtly as he slides into his chair beside you, but you catch the shy smile he’s harboring.

“Thank you.” He nods, “I could’ve done better though.”

He scoffs, “That’s not a fair comparison.”

“And why not?” You raise your eyebrows and he chuckles as he rolls his eyes.

“Read the note inside and you’ll know why.”

“There’s a note inside?” You exclaim excitedly as you start to unfold the heart and he yanks it out of your hands.

“No! Read it later when I’m, like, far away from you.” He says defensively and you furrow your eyebrows but nod in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll read it after school.” You take it back from him and put it in your robe. You resume folding the butterfly and smile when you see that it’s done.

Draco watches intently as you finish it, expecting you to hand it to him once it’s finished, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion when you set it down and scan the classroom.

“Harry!” You exclaim as you watch him walk from the door and toward you with a bright smile.

“Y/N.” He responds once he’s standing in front of you. “Is this for me?” He asks once he sees the butterfly on your desk, and Draco is about to scoff at the question but you nod your head eagerly.

“Of course!” You pick it up and give it to Harry, watching excitedly as he opens it up and reads the note inside.

Draco watches in silent envy as Harry laughs, at whatever you’ve written in the note, and brings his lips down to your forehead. “Thank you so much butterfly, I love it.”

You smile proudly and your eyes light up as you watch Harry cast a charm to make the butterfly flap it’s wings and fly down to his desk. “When are you going to teach me that? I’ve been asking for weeks now!”

“If I taught you then I wouldn’t have anything to impress you with.” He smirks as he leaves to his desk and you shake your head with a laugh.

“You two seem to be quite friendly now…” Draco mumbles, trying to hide the jealousy in his voice. The butterflies that had been erupting in his stomach earlier that morning being trampled to death by Harry.

“Yeah, we’ve been-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp as you catch a glimpse of the ring that you bought Draco, “You’re wearing it!”

He smiles at your excitement, thinking about how such simple expressions from you leave butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “Yes.” He chuckles and you smile.

“I thought you didn’t like it.” You respond softly and he feels his heart break.

“No, not at all. I just didn’t want other people getting jealous.”

He smiles at you and you feel that familiar bubbling in your stomach, like rosh bushes blooming at the sight of the sun, but you can’t exactly pinpoint the feeling.

Later that day when you’re sat beneath a tree and reading Draco’s letter, you know exactly what that feeling is.

~~~

Y/N.

Beautiful, funny, kind, observant, utterly perfect Y/N.

I’ve spent the last three hours trying to come up with a reason for you to forgive me, I couldn’t come up with one. I also tried to find an excuse, any really, that could justify my horrid actions over the last few weeks, and I couldn’t find one. So instead, I settled on just telling you the truth.

I’m a coward.

You’re probably laughing right now and thinking, “He’s only realising this now?”, and the answer is yes. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you’re the brighter one between us two. It took me 103 more days than you, to realise what you knew the first day you made me a paper heart; the two of us are meant to be.

That sounds a bit cheesy doesn’t it? Doesn’t matter anyway, because in note 12 you said that you enjoy my cheesy anecdotes. I’m not sure why though, I’m not particularly sure why you love anything about me when you’re you, but I guess some mysteries can never be solved.

I’m sorry for those words I said that day on the train, I didn’t mean them. I was scared of what my parents would think if I fell for a muggle-born witch, but I forgot one important thing; it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the fact that I’ve never been as happy as when I’m with you. If I could spend the rest of my life getting these perfect little paper hearts from you, listening to your sweet laugh, bothering you when you’re trying to get work done and buying you rings that match the ones on my hands, then I’d be over the moon.

I’m sorry for taking so long to tell you this; I love you Y/N. I know that I haven’t earned a second chance but if by some miracle you decide to grant me one then I promise to make it worth your while.

I would pick the stars out of the sky for you Y/N, if only you asked me to.

Happy Valentine’s Day from your pretty boy.

You look up from the letter and wipe the tears that had managed to escape, before getting off the grass and running back into the castle. When you find Draco eating dinner in the Great Hall, and see him flash you a shy smile, you instantly know what that feeling from earlier was.

It was butterflies reviving.

~~~

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I’m pretty sure I completely deviated from what you wanted, I’m so sorry if it’s not satisfactory :( It’s so cheesy and I feel like I messed it up at a few points but either way I liked writing it, it made me very happy to finally write some Draco fluff again.

anyway, love you all,

jean <3

[justablobfish]

Giving subtle hints of what one would like to get for Christmas

Day 7 of my Advent Calender. A new drabble or oneshot everyday until Christmas, following the Continent’s favourite found family and what they’re up to in the winter season. Based on this prompt list

Read on AO3

Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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"What ya got there?" Jaskier asked on that fateful day a week ago as he carelessly dropped himself into Geralt's lap. And that's how it all started. With a letter and Jaskier’s unquenchable curiosity. 

"Summons from the Prince of Attre," Geralt answered, a fact he much regrets by now. "He's got a contract for me." 

"Ooh, it's made out 'To the White Wolf'", Jaskier beamed as he shamelessly skimmed over the letter. "You're famous enough now that people request you personally! I'm a genius and you're very welcome!" 

"For some reason the prince wants me to catch the Ur alive, though. I'll be needing Yennefer's help to put it down without killing it," Geralt pointed out. "So you'll have to stay here and watch Ciri. We'll prepare and set off in a few days." 

"Ugh, fine," Jaskier whined. "But don't complain when the house burns down again. What noble did Yennefer mind control that we can stay here again? I'm sure they won't mind having to redecorate a little!" 

"I know what you're doing, Jaskier, and it won't work. With Yennefer's portals we won't be gone for longer than two days. I'm sure you'll manage to control yourself and the little menace till then." 

"See, darling, that's what I love about you. Despite much evidence to the contrary, you never stop believing in my abilities." 

Geralt snorted at that. 

"Wait a second, though, the Prince of Attre. That means you'll be close to Cintra, right?" 

"Hmm," Geralt confirmed, and then added the one little word he still regrets uttering to this day: "Why?" 

And Jaskier had told him at length about this flower that supposedly only grows in the region near Cintra. When Ciri appeared to drag him off to sword training, he had been more than relieved to escape the lecture. 

Unfortunately, that wasn't the last of it. From then on out, Jaskier used every opportunity he could find to gush about this stupid flower. It's unparalleled beauty, it's lovely aroma, the intricate symbolism connected to it. Geralt started dreaming about the damn thing, his mind producing a perfect picture of the stupid weed from Jaskier’s descriptions alone. 

He wasn't the only victim, either. One night, when he headed back to his room after he had taken advantage of their luxurious temporary home and enjoyed a lengthy bath, he nearly ran into Yennefer, bursting out of the library and clearly agitated. 

"If I hear one more word about that stupid flower I'm going to murder him!" she snapped as she disappeared around the corner. "And now I'm running late for my lesson with Ciri!" 

And yet, now that he and Yennefer are actually on the trail of the beast they were hired to catch, he can't help but look out for those little white flower buds Jaskier described. 

"What even does he want with that stupid thing?" Geralt mumbles under his breath. 

Yennefer seems to have heard him, though. She clicks her tongue in annoyance and replies: "I hear it works as an aphrodisiac. Some people use it in perfumes." 

"Great, " Geralt deadpans. "As if we didn't have enough problems on our hands. I haven't seen Ciri smile in weeks for some reason and all Jaskier can talk about is some weird sex plant." 

"It's the winter solstice that has Ciri in a bad mood," Yennefer explains, her voice going soft. "For most people it's just a day of amplified magic, but in Cintra it's traditionally a celebration to honor one's family. She misses them a lot and it only gets worse around this time of the year." 

"Fuck," is all Geralt can think to reply. He wishes he had some sort of solution, some way of cheering Ciri up. Usually he and Yennefer turn to Jaskier for help with the emotional stuff, since they both don't deal with such topics all too well. But when Jaskier has his mind set on a project, it's hard to get him to focus on anything else. 

Geralt brushes aside yet another curtain of leaves, still dripping wet from last night's rain shower, and suddenly finds himself at the end of the monster's trail. 

Glowing red eyes stare back at him. Despite standing on four hooved legs, the Ur is at eye level with Geralt. It's huge, even for its kind. Thick skin covered in short black fur stretches over a massive bulk of muscle. The forward protruding horns are easily as long as Geralt's forearm and Geralt has no doubt that his armour will be of little use if the creature decides to gore him. 

For a moment, they stare at each other in equal surprise. Then the monster lets out a puff of hot breath and charges at him. Geralt quickly dodges out of its way, pulling Yennefer to safety with him. 

"Keep it distracted while I cast the spell!" Yennefer orders as he spins around to face the beast again. 

Easier said than done. The monster has turned back around as well and is pawing at the rain-slick ground with its hoofs, ready to pounce. 

That's when he sees it. Smack in the middle between the angry Ur and himself there's a tiny fleck of white sitting between the lush greens of the forest. One of Jaskier’s dumb plants. And the creature is just about to race over it. 

Geralt curses and throws an Aard sign in the direction of the monster, just as it comes running at him again. 

The bulky mass of muscles is unimpressed by his weak spell though, and doesn't slow down in the slightest. Geralt barely manages to throw himself to the side and avoid being trampled to death. 

There's nothing he can do for the flower though. And as if that weren't enough, his evasion manoeuvre landed him smack in the middle of a mud puddle. Just great. 

Merely a heart beat later, there's a loud crash and a tremor that shakes the earth. 

Alarmed, Geralt jumps to his feet, brushes the mud-greased hair out of his eyes and tries to make out the source of the disruption. 

It seems his Aard sign had some effect, after all. It has thrown the Ur off course enough that it collided with a nearby tree with so much force that it split the thick wood in half. 

His task is taken care of. The monster lies at the foot of the tree, dazed and unmoving. 

"Good thing you brought me along!" Yennefer sighs, exhausted. 

Geralt turns around, ready to snap at her that being caked in mood isn't how he had planned to finish this contract, when he notices that Yennefer's attention is neither on him nor the beast. 

He follows her gaze until his eyes fall on the little white-petaled flower that still stands in the middle of the forest, surrounded by deep, heavy hoof prints in the mud, but the flower itself is untouched. 

A bubble of crackling energy glimmers around it for another moment, before Yennefer drops the spell. 

It seems that no matter how ridiculous Jaskier’s requests are, neither he nor Yennefer can deny the bard his wishes. 

"I don't suppose he told you what part of the damn thing he actually needs?" Geralt grunts. 

At Yennefer's "no idea" he sighs and uses his dagger to remove the entire plant from the ground, roots and all. 

They deliver the knocked-out monster to the prince, who takes one look at Geralt's muddied appearance and the thick carpet he's dripping on, and practically throws them out of his estate. 

He does pay full price though, and even a little on top, so Geralt certainly won't complain about not having to exchange pleasantries and about getting back to their temporary home a little sooner. 

When they return, the house is still standing, despite Jaskier’s threats. 

The bard comes to meet them in the hallway and squeaks delightedly at the sight of the flower Geralt is carefully holding cupped in his hands. 

A moment later, Jaskier is gone again, vanished through one of the many doors in a colorful swirl of silk even Geralt's eyes barely manage to follow. He gapes at his now empty hands, where only a layer of grime and earth remains. 

"What the fuck was that?" Yennefer curses. "We go through all this trouble and he can't even muster a thanks?" 

"Hmm," Geralt replies as he slowly lowers his arms. "He never actually asked if we could get it either." 

"Oh, that little bastard! When I get my hands on him I'm gonna…" 

Yennefer doesn't specify what exactly she intends to do to Jaskier, though the way she trails her finger over her throat speaks for itself. 

"If you can wait till I've washed this all off myself, I'll be happy to assist you," Geralt grumbles. 

"Fine," Yennefer sighs dramatically. "I guess I should check on Ciri anyway.” 

An hour later, when Geralt is finally clean, dry and warm again, they meet up to go on search for the bratty troubadour. 

He's not in his room though, and not in Geralt's either. Furthermore, Geralt's alchemy tools seem to be untouched. If Jaskier wants to use the plant for some weird sex perfume, wouldn't he need the alchemy tools to prepare the plant? The mortar and pestle are clean, though and haven't been used recently. 

"Think he's hiding?" Yennefer asks after glancing over his shoulder. "He's gotta be somewhere. Let's keep looking." 

But Jaskier is not in the library or the study or Yennefer's room and in the dining room they only find Ciri, perched over a thick tome and looking as miserable as the days before. 

"Why are you studying here?" Geralt asks, confused. "Isn't it more comfortable in the library?" 

"Jaskier told me to wait here," Ciri replies without looking up. "Said he has a surprise for me." 

In that moment, Jaskier enters, through the door to the kitchen, of all places. 

He doesn't look at all like he just created an enticing perfume. The checkered apron with frills on the rim Jaskier wears is the last thing Geralt would describe as sexy and his hair is lined with strands of white. It takes Geralt a moment to realise that Jaskier hasn't aged ten years in the past hour, but that there's flour stuck in his hair. 

"Ciri! There you are!" Jaskier calls out and holds out a small, round box made of sheet metal. 

Curios Ciri inspects the contents of the box. 

"Are those Cintran winter solstice stars?" she gasps. "Oh, Jaskier, you shouldn't have!" 

"You mentioned eating them at the solstice with your grandmother the other day, so I just had to make you a batch," Jaskier returns with a self-satisfied grin. "Go on, have one!" 

Ciri picks out one of the cookies, which are indeed star-shaped, and carefully nibbles on it. Then her eyes go wide with surprise. 

"They taste just right! How did you do that?" she exclaims. "I bought imitations in nearly every bakery on the Continent during our travels, but they never tasted quite like they did at home!" 

"Well, you see, there is a secret ingredient," Jaskier offers. 

"I know!" Ciri blurts out. "It's love, isn't it?"

She presses a quick kiss to Jaskier’s cheek as she wrestles the box from his hands. 

"I'm not sharing, they're all mine!" she yells and darts past Geralt and Yennefer and out the door. 

Geralt doesn't miss the bright, happy grin on her face, though. The first of its kind in weeks. 

"So, what are you two doing here?" Jaskier asks as he runs a hand through his hair, further spreading the flour. "And why do you have that look on your faces like I'm in trouble?" 

"Oh, you're in trouble, all right," Yennefer purrs as she launches herself at the bard. 

"Ugh, what did I do to deserve such terrible treatment?" Jaskier huffs, his voice muffled by Yennefer's embrace. 

Geralt scoops up a stray bit of cookie dough that found its way to the tip of Jaskier’s nose and tastes it, before he joins in on the hug and wraps his arms around Jaskier and Yennefer. The dough tastes very sweet, though not at all like sugar or honey. 

"Thanks for getting me the vanilla plant, by the way," Jaskier chuckles. "Ciri really needed that reminder of home." 

[gyllenhaalstories]

a symphony without harmony, part 1

summary: reader’s ballet company decides to participate in a charity during the holidays. the event consists of recreating the nutcracker, the wonderful ballet inspired by tchaikovskiys symphonies. after months of auditions, reader is chosen for the prestigious role of clara. reader does not know the details of the events, and ignores that the male part will be taken by a celebrity, hoping to attract spotlight for the charity. one could hope for a professionally trained dancer popular in one of those competition shows, but reader is not so pleasantly surprised to find out that tom holland (who’s just that backflipping spider guy in her mind) will be her prince for (maybe more than) one night. 

warnings: terrible representation of ballet, the nutcracker and basically everything, loads of angst and tension, reader is snobby but she’s not cold hearted just give her a chance. 

word count: 1901

note: my suggestion received a lot of support and i’m so happy to bring this idea to life! this will be a 3 or 4 part series. i’m enjoying myself too much with this to keep it short and sweet! please, take in consideration the fact that i know absolutely nothing about ballet. all the references i used in this piece come from barbie movies, so that says a lot. thank you so much for reading, and i hope you like it! i’m aware this is different than what i usually write, so be aware of that!

tags: @skymoonandstardust (thank you so much for your support and i’m sorry for the wait!)

“That was wonderful, Y/N! Thank you for another brilliant performance.” The choreographer applauded you, followed by the producers of the show and the representants of the charity you would be performing for. The rehearsal room was usually empty, without you and a record player to assist. This time was special, the charity event was taking place only a couple of weeks from now and since the auditions were completed, it was time for serious practices.

You danced for the New York City Ballet, perhaps one of the most prestigious company in the entire world. You were a newbie, did not have many friends amongst the veteran dancers, but you proved them you belonged in their clique when you won the audition for Clara, from The Nutcracker. You already knew the dance per heart, you had been practicing since you received your first tutu as a Christmas present. You would hum along Tchaikovsky's music while doing your homework and you had been dreaming every night of dancing along to the symphony in front of a real crowd. 

“We are waiting for our Nutcracker to arrive, he should be there in only a few moments.” The spokesperson of the company explained to the producers and the representants. Everyone seemed nervous. It was understandable, since the mysterious dancer was supposed to be there and witness your performance too. In fact, you two were supposed to meet a long time ago, but he said he was busy. Too busy for the charity, you figured. Too busy to help you make your biggest dream come true, you sighed. 

“I hope our dancer knows that the company does not tolerate lateness.” You commented and went to the corner of the room to take a sip of water. It was only then that the door slammed open and a rather short, muscular guy made his entrance. He was followed by another young man, this one taller and slimmer. He carried a camera and was filming everything the shorter one did. You squinted at the sight. The second one would suit the role better, but if he was filming the first man who walked in, it can only mean…

“Marvelous! Our Prince Eric is here!” Your choreographer exclaimed loudly, his voice resonating against the walls. 

You pressed your lips in a thin line and flattened your skirt in annoyance. Your coach gave you a stern look, and you replied with even more severity. So that exclaimed why they kept his identity secret, they went for the pot of gold and expected you to be fine with it. “The Nutcracker is a ballet, not a YouTube video.” You breathed through your teeth when you recognized the man. 

Tom Holland himself was giving you the warmest smile. He went in for a handshake, but took his arm back when he noticed that you denied him. He looked to the other guy, as if to tell him to cut that part of whatever he was filming. “What’s up? I’m Tom. And that’s my brother, Harry. He likes making videos, so I brought him along.” His tone of voice seemed calm and poised, although he was freaking out. He had only heard the best compliments about you, his dancer partner. To be honest, he was intimidated and your attitude was not helping. 

“Y/N.” You breathed out and tightened your hair bun nonchalantly. “We only film our performances hoping to work on our flaws, we don’t film stuff for fun.” 

The noticeable disdain in your voice earned you another warning from your choreographer. “Miss, please. Would you mind doing your solo again? I bet mister Holland here would love to see it.” 

“If mister Holland wanted to see it, he had to be on time.” You crossed your arms against your chest, but still walked towards the center of the room. “There’s one plié I want to work on, so I’ll do it again and see if I can improve it.” 

Just like that, you were dancing to the symphony from the Dance of the Sugar-Plum fairy. Tom barely had time to get out of the way before you swayed around him, owning the dancefloor like no one was watching. Harry pulled on his sleeve and indicated to come and sit by the empty chairs in the front, so they could all get a better view of your flawless performance. The beautiful music filled everyone’s ears and their eyes were pleased by this light pink ballerina dancing around like a professional. 

And that was exactly what you were: a professional. You had to admit you could have given Tom a better welcome, but you could not wrap your mind around the fact that this was an important charity event, hosted in front of the prestigious elite of New York City. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and you were hoping to book a contract or two after your performance. You were disappointed when you recognized the actor, this almost impostor. It was probably just another appearance for him, not different from a silly Buzzfeed interview or a meaningless question and answer session after a photoshoot. Whilst, for you, it was quite possibly the only chance you would ever get to be in Clara’s ballet shoes for one night. 

Tom sprung up on his feet to cheer you. Him alone was louder than the bravo’s you heard earlier from everyone else. And his brother captured it all. “That was sick, dude!” Tom congratulated you, his accent gaining a sudden American tone to it. “I have lots of work to do to be on your level.” He confessed with an apologetic giggle. The representants assured him he would be able to do justice to the part, but he still looked uncertain. 

Everyone agreed it was the perfect moment to put an end to this first meeting and you soon grabbed your belongings, rushing to the door to change into your clothes, before Tom cut you off. 

“Hey, Y/L, right? That was great, what you did!” Tom was standing in front of you, looking fidgety and nervous. “I was hoping, you know, you could show me a thing or two. Only if you have time for it, and if you want to! I didn’t know… Woah, I didn’t know this was so serious!” 

“It’s the New York City Ballet, were you expecting a fiasco?” You laughed at your own comment, but finally took a moment to breathe deeply. “I guess I can make time for you. You have a lot to learn if you thought I was going to suck.” You gave him a shrug and you looked at him from head to toe. He seemed to have dressed into something comfortable enough to dance and the effort warmed your cold behavior. “I expected a dancer, forgive me for the surprise.” 

The English man chuckled at your last comment. “I dance! I mean, I used to. I did gymnastics too. My parents would always take me to watch ballets, but I was not flexible enough to pursue anything… So I went with my other passion.” For some reason, he felt like he had to prove himself to you. He had to prove you wrong, in some way. 

He left you impressed, to say the least. You did not know much about the guy, but there was something to work with. “Which is shooting webs from your wrists and develop an unhealthy obsession with spiders, I believe.”

“You’re a serious one, aren’t ya, darling?” 

“This is my moment of glory. I would be stupid not to take it seriously.” 

Tom had a million of questions to ask you. What do you love about dancing? When did you start, what was your favorite choreography, why did you pick New York, why you wore your hair in a bun even for informal rehearsals, why you were not in pain when you went on the tip of your toes, why you did a jeté so easily… The list went on and Harry documented all of it. He wanted to get to know you because it was important for him to build a friendship with all of his co-stars and that was how he saw you, as a star. The more you two discussed, over stretching and pirouettes, the less intimidated he became, but the more admiration he had for you. 

It would be a lie to say you did not enjoy his dedication to your art. He tried countless times a movement he did not get right on the first attempt and he listened to the tips you gave him about flexibility. He was willing to learn, which took you off guard. When you recognized the movie star, you were expecting to see a walking ego and the most arrogance ever contained in one small body, but he was… Nice. Maybe this whole thing was salvageable. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.” Tom sighed and fell into a starfish position on the floor, after trying his best to reach his toes while leaning forward. “I used to do that everyday when I was five! And now it feels like I climbed the Everest mountain.” 

You let a chuckle escape your lips when you stood up and offered him a hand. He accepted it, not without hesitating, and you shrugged. “All you gotta do is fake it till you make it. We’re all in pain here, but we don’t let it show.” 

“So… Basically act like I’m having the time of my life?” He sounded so proud of the association between dancing and acting.

“Exactly. Keep that in mind for the big show and we might get out of there alive.” You laughed again. 

His muscles lost their tension when he heard you laugh for the second time. Your facade was falling down, and he was pleased to meet a human being underneath the stereotypical robotic ballerina. “I know another neat trick to fight the pain.” 

Both Harry and you spinned on your feet and looked at Tom’s burst of confidence. “And that is..?” 

“Hanging out at a pub, a café, or something.” 

You fought the urge to smile and shook your head. “I have more things to do. I need to stop by the costumes to get my dress adjusted and I need to buy new shoes…” 

“Come on, dear! It’s already so late and I’m surprised you’ve not given up already on the helpless cause that I am. You deserve a break.” He jumped like an excited child. “It’s my treat!” 

And with that, everything you had planned for the night, all of the extra stretches and exercises by the bar you installed in your living room vanished. “Only if you promise to be here on time for the next practice, and in proper apparel.” 

“Sounds like a deal to me!” He helped you carry your things outside of the rehearsal room. “Wait, do you mean I gotta wear thights?” 

“Oh, the full thing. Thights, shoes… And a bright pink tutu. Take it or leave it.” You smirked at him and, to your surprise, he seemed more enthusiastic than ever. 

“If I wore a thong for months while filming Spider-Man, I can live with the most obnoxious tutu you can find!” 

“You won’t be disappointed, mister Holland.” You nodded, accepting the dare. 

“Neither will you.” He promised. “I will not disappoint you.” 

[weekendsabo]

Journal - Saturday, December 1st, 2018

Bob sent me the band Bonny Doon. Now I’m listening to Ricewine which is equally as chill as the Bonny Doon band. Big News! I found the missing piece to that stupid puzzle. I don’t know exactly where is came from, but it just appeared and I’m happy that puzzle doesn’t have a missing piece now. Pretty excited. but got in clean mode so I swept the entire house and cleaned that fan and mopped a little. Nice to have a clean house. If I just do a little everyday it won’t get bad.

Cont. on 11/22

I have to get a washer and dryer. Maybe that’s what I’ll get with my hopeful bonus. Mild orange was next on youtube and they are solid as well. I have plans to meet up at Dillinger with Tsvet and James and possibly more. I’ll definitely throw on a different shirt and.

I saw you in that chair a look and gaze

Lunch was fun with James and Tsvet as well as Dee and Dennis, and the lady in the corner. I like the Dillinger. I go the Ruben and it was solid and some patron. Man, tequila is so good. I’m going to get a bottle for home. I kind of hope Luna doesn’t come over, but with my luck, she probably will. So just got downtown. She’s going to be a little late so I’ll go get a drink at the bar and pee all . I hope it goes well!

Cont. on 11/21

I can’t believe Luna still won’t text me back. I feel bad for her situation. Like, she has the worst luck. I can’t believe he would just hit, Dalton, and while living together. ridiculous. I may- well if she ever texts me back, then maybe I would consider having her come live here. We could car pool and jam and I think it would be fun. Make some vegan food together and just chill all the time. I don’t think I would mind having her around all the time. I’ve tried and whenever I see her shes always super excited to see me. So maybe I just have to but upfront about it and just be like “Hey, I like you, and u was wandering if you wanted to go on a date some time if you’re interested. If not, no biggy. I’m stoked to just be your friend and I’d be 100% okay with keeping it that way. no hard feelings or anything like that. So yeah, I mean we already know each other. but this would be a way for use to get to know each other ore and on a more deeper level. we can talk about sex and stuff like that and see what we both like. Do drugs together and just have a lot of fun. Could be cool if she ever texted back...

Cont. on 11/20

What do I like about Luna?

She has this like nervous laugh that I find adorable. She’ just comfortable. The right height to fit under my arm. That might have been the highlight of my night. Cuddling right up to her. Only way it could have been better is if she put her arm around me. But the head nuzzle worked just as well. I feel she just seem me as a friend and that’s okay. There’s only one way to find out and it just to ask her. Tomorrow night. I’ll go chill at my folks or maybe find something free to do downtown or I can hit up Evan and see what he’s doing. Or maybe I’ll just go chill and walk around DT a little. Possibilities are almost endless. Definitely maybe won’t hit her up. Are you interested in dating at all. I know you might not be be interested and getting out of your relationship. So I completely understand if you’re not down, and this will be the last we talk about it. I just have developed feeling and I wanted to se if you felt to same way. Nothing to lose really. One of the reasons I went to the show last night was to see her. Mission accomplished. Well see, I probably won’t cause I don’t want to make things awkward. So, that's probably the better option.

Cont. on 11/19

Also, she doesn’t smoke cigs, shes open to drugs, she doesn’t drink much which I would be adamant that I won’t drink when she doesn’t drink. She’d fit right on the back of my bike. One that I’m getting with my bonus. I feel we would have a good relationship and would be happy together. I understand depression, and would want to have an open policy on communication cause that is very very important.

Cont. on 11/16

I don’t know if I’m going to  continue using this pen. It’s a little too much bleed through. It’s not to bad once you write. I thought maybe I would have a hard time reading but it looks okay. I’ll keep using the pen for now. Attempted to make pretzels with the pizza dough. I left and I turned out eggy. I think my water wasn’t hot enough or it was just not that great dough. Oh well. It’ll build a turd. I’ll probably make a BLT later for dinner. but really. I’ve eat plenty for today. Well see. I’ll get a wire brush and get the rest of that just out of there. Get a propane tank and itll be cool. I’ll boil those eggs tonight for sure and that’ll be my b-fast and lunch. Cook all that bacon. I’ll bake it so I don’t have to deal with is in a pan. and I’ll be able to get it nice and crispy! It’ll be delicious. AND she listened to music and likes to go to shows! I wold be the absolute best! So how do you think she sees me? Someone who drinks a ton. She knows all about my touring. I would also be 100% okay with her on tour. no problem with that at all.

Cont. on 11/15

I know I want someone that will help me learn or better me. Okay. Bonus equals home gym stuff and guitar. After this trip I’ll get a desk and get that stuff all set up. I’ll see if she has . I can drop her off in the morning and get her a coffee, then go to the gym to kill time. That does sound like a good plan. Then she can chill there or do something. I’d definitely let her take my car. I can get a ride gone from someone. If she wanted to go out. That might actually be good. Just to get that time alone. I’m down. If it gets. It’s not going to get awkward. It’s not like I’m asking her to be with me forever, I just feel like it could be fun. and if that happens, I will definitely get rid of FB. I feel once I do get a girl, I will just get rid of it and set up - I’ll wait till I get the band page going. Goal - Release 2 albums next year or EP’s whatever. I just want some music out there. I’ll make it happen. 2019 is going to be a good and productive year. No drink December starts now. I can do it. Yesterday I already knew that was happening before to deal to no drink to NYE!

Cont. on 11/14

Still not surprised that I spent $5600 on alcohol this year. I probably bumped it up to $5700 yesterday for sure. That ends now! That’s easily a trip to anywhere for a couple weeks. So bad. Cut down on food and booze and I will be doing great! I’ll find an easy recipe for something I can eat all week. Some chicken something. Make some perogies. It’ll be delicious. Invite James and Tsvet over. Find a good Perogie sauce. Keep it vegan hopefully. Id also be down to seriously cut down on my meat eating. I had a nice lunch with my sister today. I hope she quits that job and finds something else. And Zeb just sucks. I know why she doesn’t want to be with him and why she feels she can’t get a divorce. It’s scary. Especially for her. Be so hard to get Makayla over there unless all her rules just goes away. Cut his house, then she would just hate being over at Mel s. I think she will do it soon cause I wouldn’t deal with that for that long. Especially with his separate account. Not that having a separate account is bad, but it was kept secret. So crazy. That guy sucks.

Cont. on 11/13

Date with Gabby.

She was very nice and I did have a lot of fun. From Baltimore. Graduating next May from ASU. Lives with her folks. Has Type 1 diabetes which sucks. Net a natural red head but likes it. We started out at Artiface, we talked about her brothers show and how it went. she said it went really well. Told her about my tour life and stuff like that and stuff. She was super into horoscopes which is worrying. But really I’m not down. I’m pretty sure that I wont see her again. There was just no physical attraction. I don’t want to have to fake a whole aspect of a relationship just to save her feelings. Just it’s not happening. So, I’ll just have to break it of gently. Something like I had a lot of fun and you’re a cool person, but I don’t think we should continue to hang out anymore. I just didn’t feel anything and it’s not going to progress any more that it has so just do not waste your time or should just keep it like this and if we see each other by chance well say high and stuff. and keep if from getting awkward. Something like that should work! Next tie she ask about it I’ll bring in up and hope it goes good.

Cont. on 11/12

I think they are going to be alright. The eggs that is. I’m hard boiling 12 of them so that's 2 a day plus two days where I’ll get three. We can do Tuesday and Thursday. I’ll find a good recipe tomorrow. gotta take a break from pizza. I be I can lose 10 lbs by the christmas party. Especially if I’m not drinking. It’ll be easy. Work out stuff. Eggs are done. Bacon gets like 15 minutes. I may take a bath here shortly or tonight I should say. I’ll get all my shopping done on Sunday. Not drinking will cut the cost of this trip by a ton. I will have one with lunch but other than that no more. just tell them  I’m on a hiatus. They won’t care. It really is no big deal. Tomorrow I’ll take some week and call it good! Save my a ton on money and I won’t feel like garbage on Tuesday. Well, I guess I won’t be cooking tomorrow unless I just come home and leave for the show. I wonder how may extra miles that would be, but it doesn’t matter. Its’ only a couple bucks to not have to kill like 5 hours. So yeah, I’ll come home after work. Make some good and chill, then I’ll head out.

Cont. on 11/10-11/12

I’m more that likely going to roll after Beemaster. Probably watch a song or two of the touring guy to see how they are. Cool, I’ll stay. Not cool, I’m going to rolling after Beemaster. Sorry dude but I have to be up early and I don’t want to be out till the wee hours of the morning for some band. I’ve never heard of. I will ask Luna out and see how that goes before I figure out if I should ask Vivian. I still think I’m not “cool” enough to date her. I would definitely need to step up my wardrobe, or she does like who I am but I could be fun to get dressed up and stuff like that. Lint roller tomorrow so I can wear my blue sweater but tomorrow. Wake up at 5. No snooze go for a run. Shave and shower. Work a little early. Wrap up that stupid 945 west 8th. That job can suck it! Hopefully we’ll be slow this week. I’ll take this with me and get it filled up. I could have filled up so much if I had this at work. Oh well. Either way, I’m jamming music tomorrow and no one can stop me! Friday I will do perogies. Have Ty and Melka and Tsvet and James and I’ll see if Luna is down. Be Like a triple date! Tell the to bring a game!

Cont. on 11/9

BLT was good. I used ricotta instead of mayo since I didn’t have any. I was even at the store too. I could be having some good food, but I was lazy! I need to stop doing that. Tsvet last night just I mean. It’s awesome that they do enjoy it as well. I’ll see if Luna want to come and I’ll do the vegan pirogies. If not, I’ll do the regular ones. Make the. I’ll make the dough and filling the day before, or all of it before, then just boil and fry and they will be golden. Do Like a salad or get some hummus. Borrow their food processor and make some hummus. Slice up some veggies or find a polish side dish and see. What I can fins. Maybe there's some good stuff if not. Hummus it is. I can do two different kinds. Do traditional and tn maybe find a jalapeno hummus. Then cucumbers cherry tomato's, something. I’ll do a onion mushroom top for the perogies. If they're at the show tomorrow I’ll ask the. I’ll shoot them all a message tomorrow. Should be a good time. I know Ty will be down. Still want to have a variety of people over instead of same people all the time.

Cont. on 11/8

I wonder if I can convert the kitchen to gas if I bought this house. I would tear down this wall. Lift the ceiling and just open this house up! but I  do like the setup the way it is. It’s a pretty cute house but who knows. I may bot stay out here and go live in the bus and rent a warehouse or try and by a place with an apartment. I wander how much it'll cost? Maybe just being single is the way to go for a little while later. Maybe not try so hard. I’ll still talk to Luna though. but its just so easy to be myself. and, I took them for granite for sure. I’lI don’t know she wasn't’ right for me, but we had a lot of fun. Disney all the time, living together and working. I got over KC and Rainy. They were just way too much unfortunately. Their family is just way too much. I just wanted to stay home and play video games. I’m happy that is not a hobby anymore. Spent so much time playing games. They are really fond memories, but just doesn’t do it for me like it used too. Crazy how that have changed. I’ve changed a bunch these past couple years.

Cont. on 11/7

My blood pressure was like 14 over 92 with a heart rate of 102. I was just all high and probably because of how much I drank last night. 3 shots and 5 beers in 3.5hours on an empty stomach. I was pretty drunk unfortunately. At least I don’t have to worry about it. I’m so better at life sober so I don’t know why. I just want to feel something. Binging everything to take my mind off things. but I feel if I keep up with the writing I think I will be alright. I don’t need it, I just want it. Lately I’ve been not super happy with myself when I get super drunk. It’s just not fun anymore. I make bad decisions and just don’t do good. So I think I may just have to cut it out completely. It would be like changing my whole life. Bit I think I’m okay with it. I’ll be able to get a lot of things done and I can work more on music and other hobbies. I do want to get into wood working just because it seems fulfilling. We’ll see. I do have time to do these things I’m only 32 and I have a lot of years left to live!

Cont. on 11/6

I wonder if I can just get by with smoking weed and not drinking. I’m going to get some acid for sure. and just have some good trips. Doing it at NYE during the D could be really fun. I would be down to quit everything but psychedelics. They are by far the best. I will have acid parties. Find a girl that's down and just have fun with each other, explore each others body. I want to do that sober. Someone I’m actually attracted to. I still had fun, but it was what I needed at the time. I would sacrifice that physical attraction for being with someone. I went for what was there and easy. I have been good at not just being with someone. I’m so worried about not getting hard. I know when the time comes I will be upfront about it and let them know the deal. I also really need to lay off the porn so much and get some lube. dick is just getting beat up. Lets do a No Porn December with the no drinking and see how it goes. You can still jerk off, but without porn. I have to rewire my brain to stop thinking about porn, and it’s such a bad habit that it would definitely happen when I’m in a relationship.

[fromdemonsandart]

 Title: No light

  Chapter: 2 - Chapter 1 here

Words: 1915

 Pairings: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Eleven/Mike Wheeler.

  It’s their last year of high school, the traumatic event that happened years before it in the past. All they hope is to enjoy that last year. The boys are best friends as always, except for Mike and Will who are more than that…

  Everything seemed as normal as it could be, but things couldn’t be easy. They never were.

 Or

 Eleven returns, Mike develops feelings for her again and Will is in the middle of everything.

 It all felt so surreal. Time? It didn’t exist. Or so she believed, even if her hair grew, her nails, her body… It all changed. There hadn’t been a mirror to where she could actually see herself in, still she could feel she wasn’t the same.

 The place was different, wasn’t it? It was too bright, or so she felt it when she opened her eyes. Weakly, she covered her face with one hand; the other one seemed to be… restrained somehow. The girl made a small sound, completely tired, what had happened exactly? Whatever she’d been living, it drained her, but she never allowed herself to feel it. Resting or surviving, that’s how it worked there.  Again, the upside down was so dark and that place was too bright.

 “Hey.” a soft voice said, startling her. “Take it easy, you're fine now.”

 Eleven turned her head, to see who was speaking. That voice, it sounded so familiar… Surely she had heard it once, a long time ago.

 Then she blinked, almost unable to open her eyes completely. Nevertheless, the figure she could see, the colors, they were all too familiar for some reason.

 “My name's Jim Hopper.” He introduced himself, it took her a while but she recognised him.

 “Where…?”

 “At the hospital. Don’t worry, you’re safe now.” He repeated and Eleven wanted to cry. Was she, though? Was she safe?

 A part of her, however, didn’t care about the answer. If it was true, if she wasn’t dreaming, then she was out. There weren’t any questions from her part, though, not having the energy to think about them. Hopper didn’t explain much, either. All he said was that she was safe, he kept repeating that.

 Then there was a doctor, the sole sight of him making her hyperventilate. A man with white robes… But Hopper promised her she was safe, he kept saying it even then. It was so hard for her to trust people, especially men in white ropes. Yet deep inside her, she knew she could trust Hopper. Thus she endured it, she could do it once more.

  Will woke up at the sound of her mother talking loudly on the phone. Alright, he woke up just five minutes before his alarm went off; but those were glorious five minutes! Sighing at the sight of his alarm clock, he just left his bed.

  Ignoring his mother, Will went to brush his teeth. Still, he noticed she sounded distressed somehow. Was she speaking to his father? He hadn’t hear from him for almost a year, not even calling on Will’s birthday. Rarely did he, so the boy learned not to see it as a personal attack; It wasn’t that he was a bad son, but Lonnie was a shitty father. Thinking about it, it made sense to hear his mother like that. Nevertheless, it still seem to be about something else… So when he finished brushing his teeth, he went to where his mother was.

 “Was it dad?” He asked as soon as Joyce hung up the phone. His voice almost made her jump.

 “What? No, no, honey. It’s, uh, it’s complicated.” She looked shaken up, which only served to worry Will.

 “Then what…?”

 “I have to go.” She said, hurriedly taking her keys. “There’s some eggs, if you want. See you later, okay honey?”

 His mother gave her a quick hug before leaving, not leaving space for any question. There wasn’t any point in dwelling in it, for now, as he had to go to school. It just, ugh, he wished he hadn’t.

 Taking advantage of those extra five minutes, he made some toasts to eat with two eggs, which he drank with orange juice. The day before he ate less, maybe that was why he fainted… Although deep down he knew that wasn’t the reason, but he couldn’t think of anything else. He didn’t want to think about anything else. It’d been years, right? It couldn’t be that! He got over that! Or so he said to himself from time to time…

 Having eaten his breakfast, he filled Chester’s plate as he always did. Will caressed his pet’s fur, trying to forget for a second about everything. It was fine, he was fine.  Everything was normal, everything was normal…

 To stop his mind from wandering to terrible places, he started to think about something else as he rode on his bike to school. He thought about spending Christmas with his family, about Jonathan's picture being published in a magazine a couple of months ago; he thought of the summers with his friends. The thing he thought about most was Mike, how he told him he loved him before asking him to be his boyfriend.

 It had been in Mike's basement and they were speaking after weeks without doing so. Will had been avoiding him since he found out his friend had kissed Katy Miller in a party. There wasn't any reasonable excuse to give, so he didn’t; he just avoided his friend. He had been so angry and so had Mike, it seemed, as he demanded to know why he was acting that way. Words came, words went by; before he could tell, they were kissing.

 His cheek started to burn as he arrived the school, his mind was elsewhere alright. Leaving his bike, he realised he was the first one of his group of friends to arrived. Everything was fine, he repeated like a mantra, everything was normal. Speaking of which…

 “Well, look who’s here!” Troy says, walking in front of him alongside his goonies. “Hawkins little fairy!”

 Will sighed, more annoyed than anything. After everything that happened, it was hard to be scared of them, of anything actually. Nevertheless, the feeling of uneasiness didn't go away, as it was the first time in almost two years that they got him like that. Alone. They wouldn't hurt him, though, they couldn't be so stupid… Or so hoped at that moment.

 “Call me all the things you want, Troy. But please finish before class starts.” Will replied, sounding almost bored. Even if he felt rather anxious, he still knew there were worse things than bullies. So much worse.

 “You can go, Will.” Troy said with a smirk, confusing everyone there.

 “But Troy, we just got him!” complained one of his friends.

 “Guys, don’t you get it? He’s getting late to his appointment, sucking Wheeler’s dick!”

 Everyone burst into laughter, as Will felt he was going to throw up. While some people said they were too ‘closed’, it was the first time someone ever said something about Mike and it made him feel sick. He knew their love wasn’t wrong, his family knew, their friends knew! But he also knew how people were, how Troy and his friends were.

 He was left speechless, but it almost didn’t mind as they didn't seem to expect a word from him. What was that about? Did they just want to let him know that they knew? Actually, knew? Had they see them near Castle Byers?

 Before Will could say anything or the gang could throw another insult, Mike and Lucas appeared.  

 “Just in time, Byers.” Troy said, a wicked smirk in his face as he left, followed by the other boys.

 As he watched the other boys leave, he felt someone touch his shoulder. Lucas.

 “They will literally annoy us ‘till the end.” His friend said, annoyance showing in his face. “What did they say?”

 “Same as usual.” He said nonchalantly, even if he was still a bit shook.

 “You sure?” asked Mike.

 “Yeah. I almost missed their stupid faces.”

 “Can’t relate!” Lucas said, already walking towards his class.

Dustin arrived just a couple of minutes later, the day went by as usual after that. Then why did Will feel as if something odd was happening? Everything felt strange out of sudden, a feeling that just didn't go away.  

 As the boys returned home, Will told them about his mom. There was something strange going on, but he couldn't figure out what.

 “Well, if it was your dad, maybe she doesn’t want you to know?” Dustin suggested, but Will just shook his head.

 “Why would she do that?”

 “No offence, but he’s an asshole. Maybe that’s why.” Lucas interjected, while everyone nodded.

 He knew that, but he also knew his mother would tell him if it was something related to his father. Perhaps he was just being silly… It seemed that was all it was lately. Actually, he never stopped being paranoid since his return, but he was pretending so well! And he'd continue doing so. Thus, he agreed with them, they were probably right he said. Will wasn’t sure whether he was lying or not.

 His mother wasn't at home when he arrived, allowing Mike to stay with him for a while. After finding out that they were dating, well, sleepovers were out of the question. Everyone understood, but it didn't make it less annoying for him. If there were all of his friends, sure, but not between Mike and him.  

 Will sat on the couch as Mike played with Chester, talking as they did so. There was a story he was writing, so he talked to his boyfriend who was never cruel with his criticism but didn’t lie either. Though, true to be told, he was a rather stuck with it. Usually he drew and wrote everyday, even if it was just a few lines. It had only been a day, but he couldn’t think of anything else to add.

 “It has to do with you fainting yesterday?” Mike asked, still worried.

 “Probably, I… I don’t know anymore.” He sighed, feeling overwhelmed about the stupidest thing.

 “You didn’t have flashbacks, did you?”

 “Mike…” Will replied annoyed at his accusatory tone, not liking what he was implying. “I told you the truth about everything, I don’t know what happened. I. Don’t. Know!”

 Will breathed hard for a couple of seconds, before forcing himself to calm down. What was wrong with him?

 “I’m sorry, I don’t know…”

 “Hey.” His boyfriend said, cupping his face between his hands. “It’s alright, I just…”

 “You just worry, I know.” He said, with a small smile. “I’m just being a jerk.”

 Instead of replying, Mike held him. The taller boy was well aware that Will never truly got over what happened years ago. Sure, he got better but he doubted he’d ever just forget about had happened. That didn’t mean things weren’t alright, but it didn’t mean that Mike got scared from time to time. Like the day before, where he could barely catch Will as he fell.

 But it was alright! Every time it happened less, with a greater distance between an episode and another.

 Instead of offering comforting words, he kept asking about the story, helping him continue imagining it. So Will kept giving different scenarios, while Mike gave his opinion about which one fit better. Both of them knew it was getting late, but being like that, with Will’s head laying on his shoulder while he had his arms around him. The taller boy did not want to go, even if he knew he’d see his boyfriend the very next day. Barely could he sleep after that phone conversation the night before, thinking about him.

 “Let’s go to the movies this Friday.” Will suggested, taking Mike away from his thoughts. “I know the four of us are hanging out that day, but we can do it before. Or afterwards. What do you say?”

 Truth to be told, they hadn’t gone to many dates… Actually, they hadn’t been alone that much as they didn’t want to leave their friends behind. After all they promised everything would stay the same, so rarely did they show affection in front of them. Sure, they touched hands, they hugged but kissing? Only to annoy them! Maybe a date would be a good idea, it could also help Will relax a bit.

 “Or just rent a movie and watch it here?” Will asked carefully, taking Mike’s silence as a ‘no’.

 “No, no. Let’s go to the movies, buy popcorn, soda and all that crap.” He replied, almost laughing. “That’s what couples do, right?”

 Will felt so grateful towards him and, knowing he was leaving in any minute, he closed the little distance that separated them to kiss him. It was slow, gentle, as most of their kisses were. At that moment, however, Will remembered something; something unpleasant. Why, of all the moments…?

 “Mike?” He asked breathless, his eyes still closed. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

 “Okay.” Mike replied, feeling sick out of sudden. Those were never good words.  

 It was at that moment, of course, when the door opened. Quickly they separated, pretending that nothing was wrong. Mike went as far as standing up, leaving Will sitting in the couch.

 “Sorry I took so long, I… Mike?” Joyce asked as the boy's face burned. Surely he resembled a tomato now…

 “Hi, Mrs. Byers I was going to go home now so…” he said, taking his bag and ready to leave.

 Obviously Joyce knew and couldn't care less about his son loving another boy, but it didn’t make the boys any more comfortable. Even so, Will wanted to both die and laugh at the same time.

 “Oh, Mike! Hello, honey.” She greeted, looking rather nervous. “Yes, good. Because it’s getting dark, your mother must be worried.”

 He nodded as he got closer to the door, at this Will went to hug him. “Let’s talk later”, he whispered, as his boyfriend hugged him back.

    There was something going on with his mother, even if she reassured him that everything was right. So they sat together, ate dinner, as Joyce asked him how his day was. Will thought about everything, about Troy’s words, but he answered it was fine.

 Seeing no point in insisting, not now at least, he went to the bedroom. There he grabbed his walkie talkie, knowing Mike was already home in his bedroom. Meanwhile his mother was passing up and down, thinking about who she saw. A girl, not older than her youngest, lying in a hospital bed. A girl she knew a little too well, those years ago…  

[downthatrabbitholewego]

December 4-31, 2016

So I got caught up in the holidays, Real Life™ things, and so on, and now I'm super behind on posting this. Oops. Anyway, here goes a very long list, which covers most of December. :) This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past weeks. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites HERE. ♥

WEEK: December 4-31, 2016 | (previous weeks)

▶▶ A Certain Romance by Vendelin Teen And Up | 2,967w Stiles is in college and has heard a lot of things about Derek Hale, without actually meeting him. Well, that's until he does of course, and Derek seems to be everything Stiles assumed he was, and yet not at all.

▶▶ A Crown of Mistletoes and Laughter by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf) ★ Teen And Up | 3,538w Stiles had been content to work towards studying to become a Druid and taking up his parents’ mantle as the ambassador for and guardian of the Hale Kingdom's South Border. He thought his life was set. But then, Derek and his children happened in his life.

▶▶ A Pirate's Life For Me by Hepzheba Explicit | 42,609w The Sheriff's department of Beacon Hills is finally getting a K-9 unit. Stiles is thrilled. Well, he would have been if he had remembered that they were starting today. He wishes someone had reminded him. He also wishes someone had informed him that his new colleague and the one who's going to help them start the K9 unit is smokin' hot. Or that is new partner in form of a dog kind of lives to disobey him. If this doesn’t work out he hopes his dad will write him a letter of recommendation to a department somewhere in Alaska. There are no real pirates in this story.

▶▶ A Slight Problem by kaistrex (weishen) General | 5,839w The Hale family dog takes a shine to seven-year-old Stiles.

▶▶ A Wolf in My Bed, A Man in My Heart by sterekanigans Teen And Up | 7,332w It's not everyday that you adopt a pet wolf, but for Stiles, newly crowned King, perhaps it is exactly what he needs.

▶▶ Absence Makes the Holes Grow Wider by batwynn ★ N/A | 4,928w Stiles breathes in deeply, and watches a seagull silently drift above him. The cold air is sharp in his chest, but it feels like freedom and the right choice. He breathes out and it doesn't hurt anymore. Yeah, he made the right choice.

▶▶ Adventures and Explorations Series [1] A Simple Life by Survivah Teen And Up | 13,763w Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton's magic powder, and his plans change [2] Finding Miracles by Survivah Mature | 16,581w Stiles was planning on just being a fox for his entire life. Then, well, magic, true love, blah blah blah, things got complicated. But as it turns out, he still has a lot to learn about this new world he's living in. Humanity, man. It's weird.

▶▶ All I Want (Wrapped and Unwrapped) by fauvistfly Mature | 2,098w 5 times Stiles gets a pretty good idea of how well-endowed Derek is +1 time he gets to see it in all its glory. Also included: excessive holiday puns, embarrassing amounts of blushing, and lots and lots of dick thoughts.

▶▶ Always Had the Key by Omni ★ Teen And Up | 3,304w Years after Derek's left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

▶▶ Ash Buried Under Snow by Kitty_KatAllie Teen And Up | 5,879w Stiles Stilinski, aged 19, has been raised by the Argent family since his twelfth year. While he may not be the worst Hunter to ever Hunt, he has a few secrets (and quirks) that keep him from truly fitting into the life of his adoptive family. He's great at faking till he makes it, that is until the day a new Hunt is named just in time for Christmas... and it's the same name as the one written onto his body. And soul.

▶▶ But Then What... by Stoney [Note: Restricted. AO3 account is required.] Explicit | 24,343w Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him. Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

▶▶ Cornerstone by Vendelin Explicit | 83,738w Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

▶▶ fancy meeting you here by bibliosexual Teen And Up | 1,870w Instead of the kind of mass dance party in a dark, sweaty basement he’d been expecting, he was faced with a handful of people sitting around on the floor of Erica’s living room in T-shirts and jeans (and the one guy in the Captain America suit), eating pizza off paper plates and playing Cards Against Humanity. An iPod dock by the door was belting out ""Hooked on a Feeling.” There were a few red and black balloons floating in a corner, and a snack table against the wall laden with pizza boxes and chips and dip. It felt pretty much exactly like all the parties Stiles had ever been to in high school. Except that those parties had never featured a (hot) guy who looked up when Stiles came in and raked curious, appreciative eyes down Stiles’ body before meeting his eyes, smirking, and going back to studying his cards. Holy shit.

▶▶ First Comes Love by MelodramaticSalad Teen And Up | 5,316w Laura ropes Derek into taking his six year old daughter on a play date. She meets Stiles' son and the play date quickly changes everyone's lives for the better.

▶▶ For Goodness Cakes by yodasyoyo Teen And Up | 3,462w Stiles eats a lot of cake. Derek's communication skills are lacking. And they bitch and snark their way to a happy ending.

▶▶ Future Dreams by littlefrog1025 Explicit | 74,773w Stiles accidentally summons he and Derek's children from the future to the present.

▶▶ Gonna Write a Classic by jezziejay Mature | 6,067w The sexploits that Stiles writes about aren’t autobiographical. There’s never been anything overtly salacious about his own sexlife, nothing that was ever going to be screenplayed for a porno, but he still has a very creative imagination to work with. Usually.

▶▶ guess who by haleofStilesheart General | 4,140w The annual Christmas office party at Hale and Associates Law Firm was one of Stiles’ favorite times of the year.

▶▶ Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by mikkimouse Teen And Up | 1,123w Prompt: "You're in the hospital for the holidays so I came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room I love you Merry Christmas."

▶▶ hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller Teen And Up | 28,959w Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

▶▶ Hotter Than Coffee by Dexterous_Sinistrous General | 3,060w "So, is there a reason my son's phone number is on my coffee, and he wants me to call him?" The Sheriff questioned as he looked up over his glasses at Derek.

▶▶ I Have Faith In Nights by DaintyBoots Mature | 35,808w Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

▶▶ if i built you in miniature by keskasi ★ Teen And Up | 6,836w Derek quietly loves Christmas and is not afraid to wear the sweaters to show it. He hosts a children's TV show about science and history, builds model trains, and is painfully awkward. Stiles works in a Hallmark-type store that sells Christmas decorations and model train pieces, and might have an unhealthy appreciation for sweaters. Of course he was going to fall for Derek. Of course he was.

▶▶ If You Liked It Then You Should've Put A Ring On It by tumblweedblr N/A | 2,000w Dedicated to that moment when you see someone cute... and then see that they’re wearing a wedding ring.

▶▶ I'll Get Over This in a Lily Bit by Veera_Kara General | 2,053w So Derek has been Stiles’ number uno enemy since like day ONE okay nothing aggravates him more than seeing Derek’s dumb jock pretty boy face every morning of every day of high school. In fact, Stiles hates that fucker SO much that he's been on a quest to give Derek the most fucked up flower bouquets for his girlfriend that secretly mean "I hate your guts" or "you smell like a toilet" or whatever.

▶▶ Important Things by suzvoy Mature | 71,466w Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

▶▶ Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel Explicit | 9,707w "My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?"

▶▶ Keeping Up With The Stilinskis by hales-republic N/A | 2,070w He understood the meaning of balance; how to prioritize his kid, his career, and spend time with his friends. He learnt how to not lose his mind every time he caught Luke trying to sneak out of the house (during these times, he also learnt how to ignore his dad laughing uproariously muttering something about apples and trees). What he hasn’t learnt is how to react when his kid–his fifteen-year old kid–comes home with a deputy. He still doesn’t know how to react and more importantly, what to react to first. The fact that Luke potentially fucked up so hard he had to get escorted home by a cop or that the cop looked downright murderous and Stiles still found that attractive."

▶▶ Learn to Love Again by Tetota N/A | 3,811w While Derek and his pack of four learn to leave normal lives in New York, Derek realizes that his feelings for Stiles are different than he thought.

▶▶ Lift me up by Marishna Teen And Up | 1,698w Derek grudgingly met the eyes of the other man as the elevator doors slowly slid closed. He wasn’t prepared for how open and earnest his honey amber eyes were and Derek felt something stretch and tug inside of him.

▶▶ Like James Dean, Only Sadder by 42hrb Teen And Up | 3,809w The star of the Beacon Hills High School baseball team and Beacon Hills resident bad boy probably have nothing in common, right?

▶▶ Little Cabin in the Woods by trenonny N/A | 2,545w "Your grandmother is baba yaga." There was a growl in the statement, but a quiet one because the woods were silent, the sky was grey with clouds, and who knew just how well a witch straight out of Slavic folklore could hear.

▶▶ Love At First Drink by gryvon Mature | 4,916w Derek wakes up with dozens of comments on an Instagram photo he doesn't remember taking with a stranger wearing the engagement ring he bought for his girlfriend. Kate is not pleased. Stiles thinks it's hilarious.

▶▶ love is a weird thing by trilliastra Teen And Up | 882w Prompt: "Straight guy worries he's being homophobic to gay roomate, realizes he's fallen in love with him"

▶▶ Loyalty In Their Blood by team_freewill Teen And Up | 5,831w When Stiles starts dating the new boy at school, Derek begins to withdraw from the pack. Stiles tries his best to figure out what the Alpha's problem is and get them back to normal.

▶▶ Movie Wolf by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 3,727w Derek is an acting wolf, taking on a new movie role with up-and-coming actor Stiles Stilinski. Things don’t go quite the way he expects.

▶▶ New Traditions by baneofawolf (InTheArmsofaThief) ★ General | 4,576w Stiles fiddled with his phone, absently closing and reopening the same app over and over. He'd been thinking about this day for months. Well, for years, if he was being honest with himself, but the actual plan for this actual day had only started forming a few months ago. He'd been thinking about this ever since he found out where Derek was.

▶▶ Not a Promise by eeyore9990 Teen And Up | 1,574w Promises can be broken. Stiles' love for Derek cannot. That's a fact. But maybe Derek needs to hear it anyway.

▶▶ Now There’s Your Pickup Line by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,326w Prompted from the screenshot of that cop on Tinder with the bio: "Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance."

▶▶ operation: bro parenting by allhalethekings General | 2,762w Stiles looks at him with wide eyes. "We should totally adopt a baby!"

▶▶ Political Animals by FiccinDylan Teen And Up | 8,042w It's the worst day in Stiles' life and the last thing he wants is to deal with Derek Hale's bullshit. Derek feels pretty much the same.

▶▶ practice makes perfect by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 3,340w Derek doesn’t even need to think about it because he knows it’s a bad idea. He'll kiss Stiles and get to know what it’s like, and his heart will break because he won’t ever get to have him, that this is out of friendship only. But this might be his only chance.

▶▶ punitive acts by subnivean [Note: Restricted. AO3 account is required.] Explicit | 3,881w Two idiots, both alike in indignity, or something, whatever.

▶▶ R.A.P.I.L.A. by neko_fish Teen And Up | 7,198w The first time Stiles talks to Derek Hale, it's raining, it's pouring, and Scott went and ditched him to 'study' with Allison. (Thank you, best friend Scott.)

▶▶ Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri Explicit | 15,288w In which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.

▶▶ soft again by thedaughterofkings N/A | 612w When Stiles comes home from college there's a wolf in his bed.

▶▶ Sourwoof by DiscontentedWinter ★ Teen And Up | 4,407w A kidnapping, a head injury, and something about a monkey? Stiles is the most annoying person Derek has ever had the misfortune to be abducted with.

▶▶ Stuck in a Rut by shuglove [Note: Restricted. AO3 account is required.] Explicit | 2,121w Derek knows he’s an alpha, and the doctor thinks so too. He hasn’t gone into rut, and he’s nearly eighteen.

▶▶ Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics) Explicit | 40,105w Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

▶▶ Tall Tails by Neaislove General | 4,825w The Warsaw Mermaid is a point of contention in Stiles' pod. He decides he should probably head topside to set some things straight.

▶▶ The Cintron Hall Situation by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 3,039w Stiles is freezing and miserable in his dorm, so he decides to knock on his hot neighbor Derek's door for help.

▶▶ The flamingo in the yard by Vendelin Explicit | 6,107w It isn't fair that Stiles needs to work Christmas, when his dad is on the other side of the country. Or that his really hot, next door neighbour is around for the holidays as well. Or that there's a power outage that makes things even worse. Or better.

▶▶ The New Assistant by smokesforsterek Teen And Up | 11,130w "I don’t have an assistant," Derek barks out as he looks back to the pile of reports he needs to get done. After the last kid that tried to be his assistant left in tears after the first day, he’s decided he didn’t want an assistant at all anymore.

▶▶ the office by stilinskisparkles Teen And Up | 3,197w "Sure, I like him," Derek scowls right at the camera, "We're friends." He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, "Why, did he say something?" * "I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years," Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. "It's not all bad, I guess?"

▶▶ The Road Hazards of Abs by Leslie_Knope Teen And Up | 1,482w There is a guy. A really hot guy, in fact, who has the audacity to jog on the sidewalk shirtless, as if Stiles has the mental capacity to deal with that at seven in the goddamn morning. He does not.

▶▶ The Scientific Method by uraneia Teen And Up | 5,947w Stiles has a lot of research to do. He decides Derek's kitchen is the place to do it. Derek probably regrets giving him a key.

▶▶ The Sound of Your Heart by Drapetomania ★ General | 8,980w Stiles has a 5 year plan of how to make Derek's life better and woo him in the process.

▶▶ The Weathered Shell by trilliath ★ Explicit | 14,356w The young man is standing with an arm casually thrown up to lean against the door frame, displaying his bare torso to advantage, his powerful swimmer's shoulders and lean body pale with moonlight. His cocky grin, however, is fading quickly into a look of shock and confusion. Other than a pelt shaped into a sloppy kilt, his legs are bare too, despite the chill winds coming in off the ocean. "You're not a girl," he says in a gently lilting accent that's like an odd blend of all the coastal voices Derek's ever heard, squinting at Derek like his eyes might somehow be deceiving him.

▶▶ These Stars Will Guide Us Home by anodyneer Teen And Up | 9,937w Derek fell for Stiles from the first time he saw him in a crowded planetarium, and the feeling was definitely mutual. For as well as they got to know each other over the weeks that followed, Derek still couldn't help feeling like a piece of the puzzle was missing - namely, the piece involving Stiles' home life. When Stiles disappears just before Thanksgiving break, Derek learns the truth about his boyfriend - and it's crazier than anything he could have imagined.

▶▶ This is my (not-)boyfriend you are hitting on by Hisagi90 General | 2,072w Stiles is really popular with a lot of their customers. But he's also known for dealing with 'bad' customers. Insert Derek, who looks like he's on his way to murder someone, and a crazy stalker that just won't leave him alone.

▶▶ This Started As Only Make Believe by thepsychicclam Explicit | 44,197w Derek is trying (and failing) to juggle his career, coach lacrosse, and raise his 5 year old werewolf daughter. When he adds his bitter ex-wife and his daughter's slight attachment to him, Derek knows he doesn't have any time for a life of his own - and definitely no time for the super cute daycare teacher.

▶▶ we should just kiss (like real people do) by i_am_girlfriday Teen And Up | 9,483w Stiles is the social zero of the sophomore class. Derek is the much cooler junior who befriends Stiles anyway.

▶▶ We've Never Met, But Can We Have a Coffee or Something? by cloudsarefluffy Teen And Up | 1,644w Today, instead of his regular, Erica gives him a soft smile alongside his surprise drink. Stiles returns the gesture as he grabs the cup, turning afterwards to see the man sulking in the corner as usual. With a deep breath, Stiles steels himself, and walks over to the guy’s table.

▶▶ What the Hell is a Stiles? by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 1,877w Prompt: Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I'd hate it but you're actually... kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you're gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this.

▶▶ Written Can't Be Denied by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior Teen And Up | 54,729w The story goes that, the first time you meet your 'soulmate', the universe will give you a sign in what should be the most obvious way - somewhere in your immediate vicinity the word 'soulmate' will appear. If reports of 'soulmates' are to be believed, rather than being written of as hopeful delusions, then this 'obvious' signal is anything but, fleeting as it is. The word seemingly only appears for a matter of moments and only when two people first meet. There is no guarantee that they will be looking in the correct direction to see it, nor that they will have any idea who their supposed 'soulmate' actually is. A fact that causes havoc the day that up and coming actor, Stiles Stilinski holds up a bottle emblazoned with the word 'soulmate' in the middle of a press conference where Derek Hale is working as a photographer, in the middle of the worst day of his life...

▶▶ You Can't Dodge Stiles Stilinski by stilinskisparkles Explicit | 27,250w "And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. "A hundred and fifty pounds wet?" The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He's now desperately trying not to picture him wet. "I can't work with this."

▶▶ You Make Me All Achy by Emela Mature | 10,965w The one in which Stiles is a merman, tries to drown Derek, but when he kisses him falls in love with him instead. (Oh, Stiles.)

▶▶ You're a Mess, But You're a Catch to Me by jsea Explicit | 11,634w The laws are clear: omegas are required to have an alpha guardian. So when the sheriff gets shot, Derek is roped in to stepping up as Stiles' temporary alpha while he recovers. Derek knew it was going to be a bad idea, but he never could have predicted all of the ways that Stiles would end up turning his life upside down.

▶▶ ;why are you barefoot? by failwolfhale General | 2,865w Derek is twelve years old and he’s outside with Laura when the scent catches them. They don’t even bother putting their shoes back on before running from the river where they’d been hunting for mudbugs. Derek clings to his sister’s hand, two weeks from being eighteen and as tough as they come. Twigs and rocks and thorns and roots tear into their feet as they run but the cuts heal as quickly as they acquire new ones and it doesn’t matter. By the time they get there, Peter is laying on the ground outside the house, unconscious with little Cora in his arms, protecting her from the flames that were licking up the wood of the house. Derek runs for it but Laura holds him back tightly, clinging to him, her blue eyes wide and frightened. Derek can hear their family inside and he wonders why Laura’s not trying to do something. That’s when a loud roar goes up, Laura collapses, and when she opens her eyes again they’re crimson red and Derek knows their family is lost to them.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Fic by sterektbh N/A | 3,491w The doorbell rings– probably the biography of Abraham Lincoln he ordered off Amazon. With a lazy stretch, Derek drops his book on the end table and gets up to answer the door– –and the world spins– –and he finds himself standing in a grimy, poorly-lit warehouse, staring down the barrels of at least six automatic rifles.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Fic by hoechlbutt N/A | 2,295w Prompt: Pack nights usually last a whole weekend in the renovated Hale house. One time Stiles forgets his pillow and Scott accidentally let everyone know Stiles can't sleep without it, Derek goes above and beyond to try and make something work, in the end his shoulder/hug does the trick.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Fic by whatthehellisahoechlin ★ N/A | 792w Stiles watches a proposal happening outside the restaurant he works at. Down on the pier below him, a man is down on one knee, asking the question to a another man with his back turned. Stiles holds his breath. He doesn’t know these people, but he’s invested in romance and grand gestures. He’s going to watch this play out.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Fic by pale-silver-comb N/A | 1,489w Prompt: "Right... Well... I'm not sure how we ended up kissing like that..."

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