It’s a funny little thing, the way that they always come together in the end. Like magnets. Or fate. Or a thousand other nameless things that keep them stuck in each other’s orbits.
Whatever it is, whatever the reason, Derek finds that more often than not he’s searching for Dex. Seeking him out like it’s vital, and maybe it is. Maybe that’s why they’re here right now, huddled close (closer than any excuse Derek can call to mind will allow) as if to find shelter from the throbbing bass that leaks from the living room below.
He’s close enough to smell the cologne Dex wears (dark and warm and gorgeous and expensive - a gift, a promise, an unspoken plea from Derek - for what, he’s never been sure - brushed off as nothing more than a obligatory Christmas gift, gaudy in its simple elegance - and oh, how Dex had flushed and burned and held himself in defeat - as if the socks he had knit for Derek were any less worthy - as if he wasn’t enough). He’s close enough to see the way Dex’s freckles have bled together over the summer and close enough to feel the way Dex’s breath hitches when Derek sways closer.
It’s a swirling little feeling, the way Derek goes sideways whenever Dex is in the room. First it’s his stomach - a churning vortex of nerves and want and vertigo that has him leaning closer, one hand on Dex’s shoulder and the other on his arm… as if touching Dex would make it easier. After his stomach it’s his heart - beating at a rabbit’s pace, making Derek feel like prey even as he looms closer into Dex’s space. Derek knows better than to trust his racing heart, because if anyone in this hallway is a predator, it’s him.
Carefully, carefully, he presses Dex back until he’s pinned to the wall - like a butterfly, or a beetle, or any of a thousand other beautiful things - and for all their tension, Dex allows himself to be moved without a fight. He just goes, lets himself be easy for once in their lives, red solo cup clutched to his chest and his eyes blinking slow and low - low enough for his eyelashes to brush down against the flush of his cheeks with each sweep. And he’s beautiful.
“I’ve never kissed a guy,” he says, lips frowning even as they form around his words, and it’s such a Dex-like thing to do (how he frowns around even the most innocuous of words) that it’s got Derek smiling into Dex’s gravity, fingers pushing Dex against the wall even as he aches to pull Dex in. Sometimes Derek thinks that Dex would let him.
It’s a quiet little moment, when Dex closes his eyes, cheeks flushing in a way that has nothing to do with his drink, and god, Derek is drunk on that flush. He’s wasted on Dex - messy and dangerous and nothing but trouble - and maybe that’s why he doesn’t see it coming when Dex’s lips are frowning around his words again. Why he doesn’t know what to do when Dex tacks on that last word to his sentence - it’s still a fragment of a thought (‘I’ve never kissed a guy but’), but having tacked on that last syllable… it changes everything.
Because then Dex is opening his eyes, and Dex is pressing close enough where Derek can feel his breath fan across Derek’s lips, and Dex can never again say that he’s never kissed a guy.
It’s the holidays and during the holidays you express your thanks and love for things that are important so
here’s a list of bug fics that make me physically stressed with their greatness, and to which I would like to say thank you.
It’s Miraculous Ladybug, just to clear any confusion.
This fandom is the first to drive me to actually read fanfic and B O I let me tell you, I have had a fantastic time. Anyway have a list of fics that I love very, very much, so much that I scream at my friends when they update and sometimes stop reading in the middle of chapters because I don’t want them to end.
the premise is a bit hard to understand at first but then it’s explained and you’re whisked away to a wonderful fluffy awkward married acquaintances to friends to feelings to lovers and I just
I love it
seven chapters, ongoing
Wow this post is much, much longer than I expected it to be but that’s okay I really needed to say thank you to these amazing writers for these fics. They’re all so fantastic.
May everyone have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!
Please bear in mind that I have literally 40+ tabs open on my phone of unread fics, as well as a bunch of bookmarks, many of which include The Big Ones so if there’re some missing that you think should be on here, that’s the dealio.
When Princess Emma decides to ask Lieutenant Killian Jones to the annual Royal Holiday Ball, things do not go as planned. His captain, and older brother, Liam will not stand for it. There is no one else she would like to attend with, so maybe this ball wont be so magical after all… What happens next however, may surprise this sweet duckling.
And so the time has come when I can share my piece from the @a-little-light-zine with everyone! For those who did not purchase the zine, viola! For those who did, I want to thank you SO much for contributing to help Haiti and for your kind words complimenting my work! Your messages mean so much. <3
Orders for this zine close on January 31st! I highly recommend getting a copy to keep because it’s gorgeous!
And of course I need to thank @littleblackchat for organizing this beautiful collaboration for a cause that is near and dear to my heart! I truly enjoyed creating this piece. :)
It was inspired by my fiancé’s brother who, for his entry into our local ugly christmas sweater party a year ago, threaded actual blinking christmas lights into it, and I think he also like made a facade of a gingerbread house with real gingerbread and candy and everything and super-glued it to the front?….what a sight that was! X’)
So I thought Marinette would use her skills to make Chat a really dorky Christmas sweater that’s just as flashy and silly as he. I wanted a gift-exchange between them in the Christmas special so bad, I have toe settle for this lol! ; _ ;
Thanks for all the recent follows, likes and reblogs! I appreciate your support and I love this fandom! I’m taking a bit of a break, but I’ll be back with some more fanart soon!
Toothbrush Harry One Shot | 3.5k | There’s more to Harry’s early Christmas gift than meets the eye.
Here | Part 1 Part 1 of the Harry series Here | 4.7k | Y/N bumps into an old friend and gets the helping hand she needs.
I’m not coming Harry One Shot | 4.6k | Harry promised he’d be home for Christmas but can he keep his promise?
Mistletoe Harry One Shot | 4.1k | Harry admits he has more than just friendly feelings for Y/N but it doesn’t go down the way he’d hoped.
Fresh Eyes Harry One Shot | 2k | Harry and Y/N go to their first high profile even and Harry can’t take his eyes off her.
Here | Part 2 Part 2 of the Harry seres Here | 4.1k | Harry finally gets what he wanted three years ago.
Mulled Wine Harry One Shot | 2.5k | When Harry indulges in a little too much mulled wine at Anne’s Christmas party he makes ad admission no one had anticipated.
Peace Harry One Shot | 2.9k | Harry is home from active service and his time away keeps haunting him.
Here | Part 3 Part 3 of the Harry series Here | 5k Another surprise meeting for Y/N and Harry
Here | Part 4 Part 4 of the Harry series Here | 8.6k Harry and Y/N finally have their date but it doesn’t go exactly as planned
Here Y/N is a single parent living in London. With an awkward co-parenting situation, a job and an eighteen month old, baby boy to juggle life could be easier. When she bumps into an old friend on the way to a job one in evening, maybe she’ll get just the helping hand she needs, or maybe more.
So one last gift for your guys before Christmas comes to a close. I dont know how else to show you guys how much I appreciate you all but to make a gif set with all your faves! I know I say it all the time but I love all you guys tons!! Tags under the cut.
Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year to you all!
Ahhh it’s good to be back! :’)) and I bring gifts! :D (early but anyway :D)
Merry Christmas to @mxrcusflint because she’s wonderful and talented and so soooo nice! ♥ Thank you for being here for me and inspiring me! I wish all the good things to you, friend! I love you! :’))) ♥
So yesterday, I was working at the Disney Store as a greeter. I can be overly enthusiastic, and I think sometimes that can scare some people, so these two guests come in and I greet them the way I normally do. And this one little kid rushes past and around me, and his mom looks at me for a second and calls out to him “do you wanna tell this nice man what you’re looking for?” The kid runs back and I crouch down to get at his level, and he asks me if we have anything related to Elena of Avalor. His mother continues smiling, and I start beaming explaining that the Kingdom of Avalor was just around the corner, and we start talking about some of the possible things he was looking for. His mom mentions that they’re definitely looking for her scepter, but also just kind of looking around.
So I lead them to Avalor and show them some of the merchandise, and we continue talking for a bit. The mother asks if we have any Elena clothes, and besides the dresses, we only have this one sparkly shirt that says “Brave and Bold”. The mom turns to him and says “it says brave and bold I love it what do you think?” And I help them find the right size for him.
They ask if we have anything else, and I showed them the dress nightgown, and he really seemed to want it, but the mom tells him “that’s more of a Christmas gift.” They continue shopping around and ask if we have any Elena bathing suits (we do, but I think it wasn’t quite the style the mom was hoping for)
As I continued walking around the store and greeting other guests, I was just amazed by how open this mother was to her son’s interests. And it’s probably the cast member experience I’ll remember most.
Tl;dr - it was clear the mother wanted to let her son express himself, but it was also clear that she wanted to make sure he was protected and safe and wouldn’t be put in a position where he might’ve been made fun of. She didn’t tell him “no that’s for girls”, but simply stated that that might be a gift for another time. So many families can learn so much from this one woman (and the other parent and child that they came with).
The way that this mother treated her son gives me so much hope. This isn’t the first story of this kind, and in the midst of the chaos that is the world today, it’s these little moments that make it all worthwhile.
“When I saw that a Gay Pride flag was on your list, at first I thought it was an odd request. But after thinking about it, I think I know why,” his letter, which Whitcomb tweeted, begins. “I reckon that you feel that everyone else in the family, except grandma, has a flag that represents something we were/are a part of… So it makes sense that you would want a flag to represent something you are a part of… In the spring, when I hang the flags up, I would be proud to hang yours up.”
He makes his way back past the A&E, his own personal stomping grounds as a trauma surgeon, and pushes open the door to his office. If he hadn’t trained so hard not to let his emotions get the better of him in stressful situations, then he’d have slammed the door and walked away again. “What are you doing here?” he sighs.
“You’d know what I’m here for if you ever returned a phone call, Niall.” is the response that the brunet gives. He’s traded in his long flowing locks for a more mature style that hugs closer to his head, showing off the adult he’s become with time and focus. His green eyes have faded to a more greyish color, though it also suits him well. He’s not the bright-faced boy that Niall fell in love with anymore. He’s older, more mature. He’s a father and a real man now, and he wears it well, though it pains Niall to admit it.
“I’ve told you not to come here. This is my place of work, Harry.” Niall says coldly, dropping the file and his coat on the desk and opening the small cupboard that he uses to store his scrubs. “If you have something you need, then talk to me about it on Saturday.”
The boat was rocking, but not the gentle way that would help you fall asleep. The chaotic, irregular way that made you sleep deprived after nearly a week on it. Not to mention the nausea, though you were starting to get that under control.
Giving up on trying to fall asleep, you sat up in your bed and grabbed your wand and Newt’s notes. With the former, you lit up your tiny cabin, which enabled you to read the latter. As Newt’s assistant, part of your job was to proof-read his manuscript notes for the book he’d begun working on. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you did so, unavoidably remembering how you used to read his letters the same way. Those letters, full of fascinating details on all kinds of magical creatures, had you re-reading them almost every night in your Ilvermorny dorm, like reading them again would reveal some information you hadn’t caught on your first lecture.
A light, barely audible knock on the door that connected your cabin to his had you raising your head. Had you heard that right?