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And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land

WAFFathon 2013 Official Thread

Welcome, everyone, to the fifth annual WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!

How to Play:

1)  Comment with a fandom and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.

2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, gifs, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!

3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.

4) Watch people's lives light up!

The Rules:

1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. Rec. It's good karma.

2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.

3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.

4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to [livejournal.com profile] stop_plagiarism   as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.

Make the world even happier!

A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:

1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.

2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kripke and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.

3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!

4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.

The Hunger Site
The Breast Cancer Site
The Child Health Site

ASPCA * Random Acts * International Committee of the Red Cross * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Amnesty International * National Alliance on Mental Illness * Wings of Peace * St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital * Christian Foundation for Children and Aging * Médecins Sans Frontières

(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)

5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!


...[livejournal.com profile] perdiccas   and [livejournal.com profile] oxoniensis   for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on.

... [livejournal.com profile] jenab, [livejournal.com profile] auroramama, [livejournal.com profile] peroxidepest17, [livejournal.com profile] akadougal, [livejournal.com profile] riveroceansea, [livejournal.com profile] sycophantastic, [livejournal.com profile] embroiderama, [livejournal.com profile] darth_firefly, [livejournal.com profile] ziarenete13x, [livejournal.com profile] shadowvalkyrie, [livejournal.com profile] jaune_chat, [livejournal.com profile] dref22, [livejournal.com profile] bballgirl3022, [livejournal.com profile] princess_aleera, [livejournal.com profile] nicole_sill, and [livejournal.com profile] monteseverus for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp.

...YOU! for reading and writing!

Happy happifying!

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
SPN, Gabriel drinks Naomi under the table. Spectators and conversation are up to you.

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
The Walking Dead, Andrea and Michonne find something to laugh about and something in common during those cold winter nights.

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
Arrow, Laurel finds a vigilante fansite full of overenthused teenagers squeeing about the "hood." Her reaction, whom she shares it with, whether she creates a sockpuppet account... all up to you. :)

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Date: 2013-03-12 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akadougal.livejournal.com
Heh heh. I'm a couple of episodes behind so this might be a little out of date but hopefully okay.

Thea knew Laurel could giggle. She remembered it from... before. But she hadn't heard her laugh like this in a while. Nowadays Laurel was all barked bursts and wry chuckles. Not giggles.

But right now Laurel was giggling.

"Oh boss lady, what's so funny?" Thea leaned across the desk.

"I've got these alerts for the Hood set up and one of them-" Laurel dissolved into giggles again. She waved at the screen and Thea leaned over.

"'The Hood slowly unzipped his hoodie, keeping his mask firmly in-' What is this?" Thea tapped around. "Oh god."

"It's all like that. They seem to be imaginary accounts of encounters. And they all end up with nudity and 'washboard abs'. There's this unhealthy fascination with leather too." Laurel pointed to a particularly lurid section. "I shouldn't be showing you this. It'll warp your innocent, naive mind." Thea rolled her eyes at that, while Laurel, yep, dissolved into giggles again.

Laurel's laughter stuck with Thea. She finally gave in to temptation and opened up the site again. It was pretty funny. All these people were running around scared to death of the Hood and here were people basically writing porn about him.

Okay. So. Maybe not so basically. And - Thea clicked down the page - not just writing... There was a particularly talented artistic rendition of a mainly naked and built guy wearing the Hood's trademark mask and, well, hood. With a really, really big-

"Interesting reading, Thea." Diggle's dry voice came from behind her. Thea slammed the tablet down.

"It was research." She tried to sound cool, collected. Instead she winced as her intonation rose through the roof.

"Hmmm." Diggle merely raised an eyebrow and walked away.

"I came across your sister looking at some interesting Hood related websites." Diggle stripped off his jacket and loosened his tie.

"Laurel found them. She emailed it to me because she thought I would get a kick out of it. She appears to have emailed it to half her address book. Felicity read some of it to me earlier." Each word Oliver spoke was punctuated with a sharp exhale of breath as he continued with his pull ups.

He was shirtless. He was allergic to shirts. Then Oliver grinned wickedly at him, knowing exactly what was going through Diggle's mind. He dropped to the ground, knees bent to absorb the impact, before he stalked across the space between them. Obviously the work out had...fringe benefits now. "Were you getting some inspiration?"

"Why would I need that with the real thing?" Diggle bit back his own laugh. "But maybe you should say something to Thea."

Oliver kissed him before realising what Diggle was saying. Then he went back to his work out. "Ruined the mood, man. Totally."

Diggle kicked back and enjoyed his view.

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
Suits/fandom of your choice, Donna has a blind date with a character of your choice from another fandom. Can be hilarious, romantic, sexy, awkward, you name it.

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toestastegood.livejournal.com
Being Human UK, Alex/Hal/Tom, post-finale domestic bliss.

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
Avengers. Clint/Phil. Taking care of an injured partner. No permanent injury please.
From: [identity profile] princess-aleera.livejournal.com
So this started out as angst, and somehow ended up crack. I'm... not sure how that happened, but SUCCESS. (also it's my first Avengers fic ever and I'm sorry for everyone involved. Yeah.)

SPOILERS for part of the Avengers movie; it follows movie canon up until a certain point and deviates from there. I felt the need for fix-it!fic.

Hidden Depths

"Oh," Phil says to no one in particular. "So that's what it does."


Clint is in the bathroom, checking his bandage in the mirror (even though he doesn't need to; this is Nat's doing, after all) when he hears a faint buzz. He spins around, recognising the noise instantly. The tinny, almost inaudible sound of someone talking into an ear piece. Nat's eyes, usually so sharp, blanks out for a moment as she listens to the message - presumably from Fury. She doesn't raise her hand to press the ear piece closer, but her left hand twitches like she wants to.

Then her eyes shift to Clint, for a fraction of a moment, before her gaze shuts down. It's like someone pulled the drapes behind her eyes, Nat, who even so reserved and on guard usually lets Clint in - and Clint knows it's bad news.

"Who?" He asks, and she shakes her head. It's barely a shake; more like a tic. "Nat." And she still doesn't look him directly in the eyes. He doesn't get it. Even if Tony or Steve or - or any of the people they know here were really bad off, she'd still tell him. They can't afford to be senitmental and weepy, not with their background. (A voice inside his mind asks if whoever's dead is so because of him, and Clint clamps down on it.)

Nat doesn't spare anyone, not even him, the truth. Ever. Unless - and everything whitens. "Phil?" Clint asks, and his voice sounds unused and crackly. He doesn't notice he's cluthing his watch until the glass breaks in his hand.

Finally, Nat dares to look him head-on. "Fury doesn't know," she says, her tone matter-of-fact like always, but her eyes says I'm so sorry, Clint. "We don't - he was taken by the paramedics."

It feels like she's reached in and pulled out the majority of his intestines. "Sick bay?" Clint grits out.

Nat nods once. "ER." She takes one step to the side so he doesn't barrel into her on his way out of the door.


Nat shows up before they're done operating. Clint realizes, belatedly, that he's still considered a threat among most of SHIELD and could technically have been shot down out here. But apart from the medics, nobody's waiting outside this door. He wonders why - Phil isn't just important to Clint, he's important to everyone. (But not as important as to Clint.)

"Fury's holding a meeting," Nat says. He didn't hear her coming, but he's used to that. She keeps her distance, staring at the operating room through the tiny window in the door. It's impossible to understand much of what goes on in there, but the frantic bustling tells Clint that Phil is still alive.

That's all he needs.

"You weren't invited?" he asks without looking away from the steel door.

"I told him there was a more pressing matter I needed to handle," Nat says levelly, and like usual, there are about five layers to that sentence.

"I'm not causing trouble," Clint says. He's not, he's just standing here. Nobody has even told him to leave, or asked him "hey, weren't you shooting us down just an hour ago?"

"I know," Nat says. "I wasn't talking about you, Clint."

That's when he glances to his side and sees that she isn't looking at him; hasn't been looking at him at all since she got here. She's staring at that door so hard that if she had superpowers, like most of the people in Fury's special meeting, it would melt.

He feels a pang of gratitude at that. "He'll be okay, Nat."

She nods jerkily.


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Date: 2013-03-11 12:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
Avengers. Clint/Phil/Nick. Returning home after a mission. Circumstances & timeline up to the filler, but no permanent injury, please.

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
Oz BOOKS. GEN. Something fluffy with strong female characters. Just a moment with any of the girls would be great, as would them using their ingenuity to save the day.

Trapped by Rats 1/2

Date: 2013-03-11 05:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
It wasn't a terribly unpleasant dungeon, really, but the way the Rat Guardsman kept looking at them sitting on their stuffy cotton mattresses gave Dorothy what she called the "heebie-jeebies" and set Trot hiding her face in Dorothy's sleeve, for fear the "nasty ol' ratman" would decide to set his big front teeth on her.

"Forgive me, my dears," Ozma said plaintively, looking across the cell at her two friends. "When the Queen of the Field Mice requested my aid, I thought it would be a pleasant journey across the countryside. I had no idea the Rats had been dabbling in sorcery, or that they would be able to overpower us so easily."

"If only we had a witch or wizard of our own," Trot said. "I don't s'pose we can get a message to Glinda from inside this cell?"

"It's possible Glinda will look in her Book and see our plight," responded Ozma, "but other than that, I'm afraid we are helpless for now."

"We're not helpless!" Dorothy said. "Why, Ozma, I know you can do a good bit of magic, when you're of a mind to it. Why don't we put up a fight?"

Ozma smiled sweetly at Dorothy. "My dear friend," she says, "you know I dearly hate fighting of any sort. And magic always has its way of going awry, especially under these circumstances."

"If only we knew their weakness," Dorothy said, frowning. "I remember when we fought the Nome King, we routed their whole army with nothing but the threat of some eggs."

"You did?" Trot's eyes widened.

Dorothy grinned. "Why, you shoulda seen it, Trot," she said. "All those Nomes, runnin' away on their fast spindly little legs over a single egg! All that and it wasn't even hard-boiled."

"So Nomes are afraid of eggs," Trot mused. "But what are Rats afraid of?" And in another moment, her eyes lit up in delight.

Crossing to the bars of the cage, she whistled a low note. "Mr. Guardsrat, sir?" she said demurely. "We don't mind waitin' and bein' your pris'ners of war, but we are getting awfully bored. Might you have something for us to play with? Just a string, so we can make braids, to pass the time?"

The Rat Guardsman looked at her a moment. Trot smiled at him, holding up her hands. "I'll bet you have some real pretty string," she says. "You Rats are such good collectors. I had a Rat back home that stole my prettiest hair ribbon, and I cried so hard for the loss of it."

The mention of his expertise seemed to perk the Rat Guardsman up, and he was off in a flash, returning quickly to display a loop of gold-tinted string that he'd doubtless stolen off a Munchkin's threadbare belt.

"Ooh, it's so pretty!" Trot said, and nodded to the others. Dorothy and Ozma came to the front of the cell, too, and added their words of admiration. "Mightn't we play with it for just a little while?"

"All-- all right then. But see that you give it back before the War Trial," the Rat Guardsman said, and allowed Trot and Dorothy to pull the piece of string through the bars of the cage.

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Date: 2013-03-11 12:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaune-chat.livejournal.com
Avengers, Natasha/Clint, for them, soft, sweet, slow sex with the lights on is the kinkiest, most trusting thing they do together.

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Date: 2013-03-11 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peroxidepest17.livejournal.com
SPN Sam has to watch over de-aged! Dean and Cas and basically has to witness his brother pigtail-pulling Cas.
From: [identity profile] princess-aleera.livejournal.com
It's difficult to remember Castiel as a fierce, mighty warrior of God, capable of reducing Sam to a speck of dust on his normal days, when he's only five years old. Sam had thought, when his brother and angel had been infected by the poison (because no matter how many times Dean had shouted it while steadily shrinking in body and mind, witches had not done it this time), that Cas would end up looking like a five-year old version of Jimmy. But there's something so inherently Castiel about him, even now, that makes Sam want to smile in the middle of this hopeless situation.

The boy himself, stripped of his powers and millenia worth of knowledge, is currently curled up on Sam's lap, sobbing quietly. Cas is a delicate kid, Sam and Dean soon found out, and Dean's been his normal kind of dick towards the used-to-be-angel, just in a slightly more five-year old way than usual.

"Shh," Sam sooths him, and strokes Castiel on the back while the kid cries. "Dean didn't mean it. Your hair is just fine, Cas." The kid's hair is even messier than his grown-up equivalent, and Dean's been tugging at the dark brown strands and cackling all morning. Sam is gonna have a shout at that kid soon, but for now, Dean's on a time-out in his room at Bobby's. The older hunter has disappeared off to buy food that's more befitting kids than Dean's usual stuff, and Sam has decided the priority is to calm the little angel down.

"He'th thaying tho many mean thingth," Cas says, with his uncharacteristic lisp even more poignant when he's upset. "Why, Tham?" He's still crying; fat blobs of tears running down his puffy, red cheeks and dripping down on Sam's flannel shirt. Cas sniffs, loudly, and Sam lets him blow his nose into a napkin he's holding.

Sam sighs. "It's not you, Cas. Dean does that to people he lo- to people he likes, okay? He's weird like that. Don't let it bother you." He ruffles Cas's messy curls as if making sure that he doesn't think there's anything wrong with Cas's hair.

Cas frowns, his whole face scrunching up until he looks like an adorable human version of a raisin. "Why?" He blinks those Disney-eyes at Sam, and if Sam didn't know with painful certainty that his brother and the angel are really kids in their heads (Cas has nightmares about the evolution of man and doesn't dare to pee by himself yet because of the Mirror Monster), he would think Cas is just acting. Those eyes are too smart for such a little, normal human.

"It's hard to explain," Sam admits, rocking the kid slowly from side to side. Cas, holding lightly onto his 'Tham's' soft shirt, is calming down. "I can't really say why without giving you the whole speech about the birds and the bees, and I don't think you're old enough for that right now." It's as obvious now as it is when they were grown-ups how big Dean's 'manly-yet-gay' crush on his angel is, and Sam's not good at lying to kids. He's not good with kids, period. (Even though Bobby grinned softly at Sam yesterday, when both the toddlers had fallen asleep wrapped around the suddenly-oldest Winchester like it was nowhere else in the world they'd be.)

Cas tilts his head, and looks hilariously like his older, puzzled self. "Birdth and beeth?"

"Um," Sam says. "Just - forget about it, Cas. I'll tell you that story another time." At least the kid has stopped crying now.

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Date: 2013-03-11 02:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peroxidepest17.livejournal.com
SPN/Avengers- Nick Fury asks Cas to join the Avengers and Cas has a lot to talk to Thor about re: evil younger brothers who just want a hug.

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Date: 2013-03-11 03:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peroxidepest17.livejournal.com
Avengers: Bruce and Tony have a big science symposium they have to speak at in the morning but they're staying up having antics like it's a big sleepover and Pepper has to keep peeking in and telling them to behave and go to bed.

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Date: 2013-03-11 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peroxidepest17.livejournal.com
SPN Cas asks the Impala for Dean's hand in marriage.

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Date: 2013-03-11 03:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princess-aleera.livejournal.com
Oh my God I caaaaaaaan't <3 <3 <3

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Date: 2013-03-11 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peroxidepest17.livejournal.com
SPN- Dean sets up a space for Cas at their new homebase.

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Date: 2013-03-11 03:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peroxidepest17.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf- Stiles and his dad have dinner together after all the lying/awkwardness of S2.

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Date: 2013-03-11 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaune-chat.livejournal.com
Heroes, Micah/Molly, picnic


Date: 2013-03-12 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
"I figure you must be dying a little inside," Molly says. "All this open air and not a circuit board for miles."

Micah laughs. "Not a person for miles either, but I don't hear you complaining."

She cocks her head at him. Adolescence has evened out her features, but the long sheaf of red hair, falling across her shoulder and breaking like water, still fascinates him. "My power and yours are kinda different," she says, and he struggles to concentrate on her words instead of the cool break of hair against bare skin. The off-the-shoulder sleeves of the dress she's wearing are a guy's dream come true.

"How d'you mean?" he says, wondering if it would be okay to trace the line sunlight is drawing against her collarbone, if his dark fingers would somehow disrupt the beauty of it.

"Well, yours is like a hobby. You can do anything with computers and I can... just find people. Most of the time there aren't people to be found, but there's always something to do on the computer."

He could tell her she's absolutely right. He could tell her that he knows her iPhone is sitting in her purse, and the low buzz of it is calling to the piece of his brain that's forever connected to the waves it sends off. If he wanted, he could just reach through the air and make it sing love songs to her or send her text messages every day from now until forever with the text of a different Shakespeare sonnet.

She doesn't yet know he's gone "wireless." Someday he'll tell her. But not when there are sandwiches and cool pasta and fruit and a bottle of wine that they're both too young to legally drink. He wonders how she managed to get her hands on that, if it was just keeping tabs on where her family was until she could make a clean getaway. She plays as much with her powers as he does, even if she's coy about it.

Anyway, it's hardly something to discuss now.

"I kind of like the break," he says, scooting closer. Her face flushes, her freckles brown spots on pink skin. "It's nice to spend time with someone alive."

He manages to hold his fingertips back until half a bottle of wine has been drunk, and when they finally skim over her collarbone like he's been dreaming, he thinks he might involuntarily have made her cell phone vibrate, along with his own shudder. Luckily, at that moment, she's not paying any attention to her purse.
Edited Date: 2013-03-12 04:46 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2013-03-11 04:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaune-chat.livejournal.com
Fringe, Olivia/Lincoln/Alt!Olivia, SPOILERS FOR SERIES FINALE - if Olivia hadn't been in such a hurry there at the end, what if she and Lincoln and his wife Alt!Olivia had renewed their acquaintence? In bed?

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Date: 2013-03-11 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaune-chat.livejournal.com
Avengers, Bruce/Betty, reunion

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Date: 2013-03-11 07:46 pm (UTC)
ext_120093: (H50 Steve smile by anuminis)
From: [identity profile] morganoconner.livejournal.com
Hawaii Five-0, Steve asking Grace's permission to ask her dad on a date.

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Date: 2013-03-11 08:41 pm (UTC)
ext_120093: (TW Derek distance by veterization)
From: [identity profile] morganoconner.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, Derek unexpectedly sharing something about his family or past.

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Date: 2013-03-12 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akadougal.livejournal.com
Stiles wasn’t sure when packing up his room for college had turned into this huge nostalgia fest. He had flicked through notes from high school before dumping them into the recycling (unsurprisingly, his sophomore year books had a lot of wolf scribbles in the margins) and old photographs from the days before online sharing. These were ancient dusty toys, too, stashed in the back of his closet.

Stiles spent a little bit too long laughing at the whole coming out of the closet idea when his dad called him down to have a look at the space heater he’d dragged out of the garage. His dad was very worried that Stiles was going to be cold. When he came back up the stairs, he wasn’t surprised and was to see Derek, cross-legged, flicking through a box.

“Hey,” Stiles said. There was this weird lump under his breastbone. Tomorrow he was heading off and becoming an adult. But he’d basically faced more life and death circumstances than most of the adults in his acquaintance. And then there was everything Derek and he had… well, done. The life saving and the fucking. Lots and lots of fucking.

Then he saw what Derek was looking at.

“I should have thrown those out-“ Stiles begun. Derek looked up, finally, tearing his eyes away from the cards. His eyes were doing that old, remembered pain thing again.

There was also an obvious lump in Derek’s throat when he spoke. “I used to – uh – play. With my sister. My little sister.” His voice cleared as he flicked through the cards again. “I don’t know…”

“I used to just collect them. Pokemon were cool. But then my mom got sick and I guess I forgot-“ Stiles leaned close over Derek’s shoulder. The cards were pretty new, barely handled. Maybe he could see if they were worth anything on Ebay, pay for a few text books. Then Stiles noticed the care with which Derek handled them.

“You remember how to play?” Stiles pushed his bedroom door to. The rest of his packing could wait.

“I think so.” Derek cleared the floor in front of him, sitting cross legged. “There’s an instruction booklet.” Derek looked weirdly excited by that fact, flicking through the thin pamphlet.

“Alright. My boyfriend is a secret geek.” Derek tried to frown but Stiles was essentially immune to that. Derek’s rarer smiles were another story. “How about we make this interesting.”

Derek looked confused for a moment, eyebrows drawn together.

“Strip Pokemon, dude.”

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Date: 2013-03-11 08:44 pm (UTC)
ext_120093: (TW cast Dylan and Tyler boat by emmyxoga)
From: [identity profile] morganoconner.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf RPF, Dylan/Tyler H, first kiss

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Date: 2013-03-26 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bballgirl3022.livejournal.com
A lot has lead up to their first kiss. All the teasing and touching, friendship and fights, pranks and premieres brought everything to a head. Sure Tyler’s imagined this more times than he’ll ever admit, but Dylan’s always seemed so perfect and unattainable. Tyler couldn’t risk it, not when they work together. How could he jeopardize their impeccable onscreen chemistry, their friendship, for his own self-interest? He couldn’t he decided.

For nearly three years Tyler’s stomped down these pesky feelings. He’s contented himself with touches that linger on just this side of too friendly and “gazing longingly” as Posey calls it (when he caught Tyler looking again) before spouting off erotic poetry about Dylan’s hands and mouth and christ his moles. Dylan had blushed and laughed it off, and quite honestly it didn’t help Tyler’s staring problem at all.

Tyler thinks he’s been subtle, well more so than most of the cast is capable of being; so it comes as a surprise when Dylan sneaks up on him when Tyler’s on his way to his trailer after his scene is done. “Are you going to follow me into the shower too?” he asks when Dylan doesn’t flop dramatically on Tyler’s couch like he usually does but continues trailing after him.
Dylan licks his lips while he looks Tyler up and down. “Is that an invitation?” Tyler’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. Of all the things Dylan could have said that response was not at all what Tyler expected. Is Dylan hitting on him? Did he wake up in an alternate dimension this morning?

“I- I didn’t mean,” Dylan says backtracking. One of his hands is gesturing wildly trying to emphasize whatever point he’s trying to make. Tyler’s not paying attention to what Dylan’s saying, he’s entranced by the flush that’s risen on Dylan’s cheeks and how his other hand rubs through his hair and down his neck, a nervous tic that has always fascinated Tyler. “I’ll just, you know, go or whatever. Can we pretend this never happened? You know for my dignity’s sake?”

“I could,” Tyler replies. Dylan looks so relieved that Tyler wants to end this conversation. Things won’t be awkward this way; they can go back to being friends with Tyler always wishing he could have something more. “But, I don’t think I will.”

It’s natural for Tyler to crowd his way into Dylan’s space, they’ve done it enough times on screen, but this this time is different. Better because it’s not Derek and Stiles and their UST. There aren’t any corny lines of dialog to stop Tyler from pressing their lips together. No crew to witness the event, just their own private showing.

The kiss doesn’t go quite as he planned; there is no perfectly flattering light and they haven’t practiced this over and over until they can do it in their sleep. Tyler leans in too quickly and smashes his nose into Dylan’s making both their eyes water slightly. He starts apologizing profusely because of course Tyler would manage to mess up something he’s wanted for so long.

“I definitely imagined that going differently,” Dylan laughs as he rubs at his nose until it turns pink. “We should definitely try that again when I’ve determined my nose isn’t permanently damaged, ‘cause I know you can do better than that.”

Their next kiss is significantly more successful than the previous one. The third one is even better and by kiss seven they’re perfectly in sync, around that time Tyler loses track because, Dylan’s mouth is just as distracting when it’s occupied by Tyler’s own.

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Date: 2013-03-11 09:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akadougal.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf - I'd like Derek/Stiles or Danny/Stiles - leaving messages.

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Date: 2013-03-12 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dref22.livejournal.com
Heroes, Lyle and Sylar get stuck in the elevator

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Date: 2013-03-12 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bballgirl3022.livejournal.com
Any/Any, bringing home their first child

Fill: Letting Go

Date: 2013-03-14 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slytheringurrl.livejournal.com
Title: Letting Go
Author: slytheringurrl
Rating: G
Summary: Before Draco and Hermione take their daughter home, Hermione expresses her fears for letting her daughter go away to school.

READ Letting Go (http://slytheringurrl.livejournal.com/26680.html)

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Date: 2013-03-12 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] movielover44.livejournal.com
SPN, (Hunteri Heroici missing scene?) Dean and Cas braid Sam's hair.
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