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(Spirit) animal nature by Nival_Vixen

Everyone has spirit animals that help determine their nature, and nearly everyone finds the physical manifestation of those animals as well. Stiles has a peacock and an octopus - so obviously, he's never going to find his spirit animals, and his nature sucks.

Secret hoard by Nival_Vixen

Everyone knows that a dragon needs a hoard, and without one, the dragon will die. None of Stiles' friends know what his hoard is, and they're all worried that he doesn't have one.

In the village below the dragons' mountains, werewolves live with humans, and Derek Hale is curious to know more about the dragons. He just doesn't expect one to fall from the sky.

Peaches by thedaughterofkings

If Stiles had known that taking his son to little league quidditch would finally score him a date with his life-long crush, he would have done it years ago.

Though he could have done without all the fruit innuendos.

-or- The Mandatory Harry Potter AU

Constellations by thedaughterofkings

Building relations with an alien race was always going to be difficult enough anyways. But when he meets Stiles, Derek finds himself with a rather more personal incentive to 'make nice with the aliens'.

Now they only need to figure out their translation issues.

Untamed by rosepetals42

Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent.

The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen.

Not that he’s looking. Obviously.

Left Turn at Albuquerque by yodasyoyo

“Oh no!” Stiles yelps, springing back in alarm, and then, once he gets a better look at who he’s just doused, he whines, “Nonononononooooooooo.”

Because he has just thrown coffee over the hottest guy he’s ever seen: Tall, muscular and dressed in what must have been, pre-coffee, a white tank-top, and what are still, coffee stains notwithstanding, excruciatingly tight jeans. The guy has dark hair, piercing eyes and the sort of scruff that Stiles just wants to rub all over himself.

For Goodness Cakes by yodasyoyo

Derek owns a bakery and Stiles comes in wanting something for a broken heart (very over-dramatic about it) but he gets so distracted by the cake (muscles) that he totally forgets alllll about it.

OR: Stiles eats a lot of cake. Derek's communication skills are lacking. And they bitch and snark their way to a happy ending.

#librarynerd by yodasyoyo

“I’ll likely get far more done in the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen--”

“My--My pen?”

“Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly. “You know.”

In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay... even though he doesn't actually speak Spanish.

please ignore my blushing cheeks by thinksleep

‘my favorite trope is honestly when someone is saying something inappropriate completely unaware that there is a werewolf hearing them like

stiles: derek is so cute, I just want to give him nice things, you know, like ice cream and blowjobs

derek: *trips headfirst into a trashcan*.’

Beta Testing by andavs

If asked, Derek would be able to provide a number of solid reasons as to why he took the job as Head of Security at Global Dynamics.

He could also, at the drop of a hat, list in descending order every reason he hated it and why he kept his letter of resignation updated and printed out next to the phone in his office.

The Northern Way by andavs

Derek wasn’t in denial, he knew an alliance with the north was the only chance they had, but there was no time. The mountains were treacherous, wide, a terribly dangerous journey that took the most experienced travelers months. The Argents would be on their doorstep in weeks. “Even if a messenger manages to cross the range and find someone willing to meet and even begin the discussions, we would be destroyed before they returned.”

Scott shrugged. “Then we’ll fake it.”

King Derek and his closest advisor Scott decide to fake a marriage alliance. Stiles is the unlucky bastard who looks the part.

When we're the best of friends by Emela

“Momma," Stiles squeals, splashing a little. "Derek said my tail was pretty and I said he was pretty. Are we married now, momma? Do I have to live here all the time now?”

Or the one where kid!Derek meets kid!Stiles and proposals happen.

Lunches, Knitting and Definitely Not Dating by attackofthezee (noxlunate), noxlunate

“So, I uh, managed to get myself pregnant.”

“You what?!”

“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“

“Stiles.”

“Hosting a parasite, harboring a fugitive-“

(Just a weird mpreg fic with Derek and Stiles totally kinda dating without realizing it, and Stiles figuring out this whole having a baby thing.)

A Story of A Selkie & An Unintentional Proposal by ajeepandleather

For the prompt of Person A accidentally proposing to Person B (who is a selkie) by returning their pelt

Going Once, Going Twice by clotpolesonly

“The station is doing a charity thing,” Derek bit out. “I got dragged into it against my will.”

“Wait a minute, you mean the Date Auction?” Stiles asked in complete disbelief because surely that could not be what he meant. “The event where they auction off romantic outings? Where they sell people to the highest bidder for a night? You’re doing that charity?”

“Against my will.”

“How did that even happen?” Stiles asked. “It’s supposed to be on a voluntary basis!”

“Your father is out to get me.”

He was not. He just maybe still held a tiny bit of resentment towards Derek for dragging his only son into such a dangerous world, no matter how many times Stiles pointed out that that was Peter’s fault and not Derek’s. Not enough resentment to stop him from proclaiming Derek as one of his finest and most promising new recruits, but enough to pick on him a little.

And obviously enough to bully him into this dog-and-pony show.

Wolf-and-pony show.

and that's a wrap by the_problem_with_stardust

An insanely attractive guy and his terrifying dog move into the Preserve. Too bad Stiles is a magnet for embarrassing situations.

Neither Here Nor There by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Oh!” He turned to Stiles. “Is he your new bodyguard?”

Derek saw Stiles stiffen at that, wondering why, but before Stiles could open his mouth to insist that, why yes, Derek was his bodyguard like the brat he was, Derek spoke first.

“I’m Mieczyslaw Stilinski’s bodyguard.”

The confused look that crossed Scott’s face now was kind of annoying. Scott looked at Stiles, then back at Derek, and then at Stiles again.

“I see…?”

A Royal Christmas Engagement by skoosiepants

Young omega Warden Lord Mieczysław Stilinski, given the royal request of marrying Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskelion, predictably messes the whole entire thing up.

Or – An arranged marriage, mistaken identity, a/b/o, accidental heat fic

My Magical Academia by Aleandri

“Uh huh.” Lydia hummed, a wicked smile appearing on her face. “So, what’s the plan then?”

“Plan?”

“Stiles, you’re about to become the most sought after one night stand in town,” she smirked, leaning against her car, “Are you going to whore it up, or let Derek Hale into your pants?”

“What?!” Stiles wheezed out, scandalized.

💖Or that Meet-Ugly College AU with Magic!Stiles and Derek (Freakin') Hale.💖

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table.

Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food.

Right in front of another Alpha.

Who he was on a date with.

To discuss being heat partners...."

*In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!*

Don’t know how to reach you when you get like this (waiting for you to come home) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

Senator Talia Hale is going to be the first werewolf president. She is also his mother’s best friend, who’s in desperate need of a friendly mage to help her break the curse on her children. Stiles likes a challenge - and the free vacation in DC for his parents.

Oh baby give me one more chance (to show you that I love you) by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You like Derek,” he says slowly. “Derek Hale.”

His father grimaces at the accusation there. “Look, Stiles it’s complicated-“

“So when I was married to him,” he continues, voice rising. “He wasn’t good enough. He was taking advantage of me. ‘He’ll never be able to love you like you want, Stiles’. That’s what you said-“

Or the Sweet Home Alabama AU that nobody asked for.

Abominable by Revenant

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

One and Only by CelestialVoid

It’s Mating Week at BHHS – a time when seniors go around giving tokens to each other to show their interest in a mate. Stiles is an Omega who only wants to be left alone, but he knows he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try to give his token to one Alpha: Derek Hale.

Feed Me Diamonds by TroubleIWant

“So, you’re the host,” the kid says, glancing at Derek under long lashes. He angles his body closer, more than appropriate for casual conversation.

“I don’t remember inviting you,” Derek says, leaning in too, pretending it’s so he doesn’t have to shout to be heard over the pulsing beat of the music. “And I would remember.” Derek lets his fingers skim over the small of the other man’s back, just to see if he can.

“Oh, you need an invite to get into these shindigs?” Stiles asks with a teasing grin that seems to draw them into some kind of confidence. “I hear just about anything goes at Derek Hale’s parties.”

Derek curves his mouth into a flirtatious smile, because it's something a spoiled rich boy thinking with his dick would do. “True, but I do like to know who’s doing the ‘anything’.”

- Derek is Batman, Stiles is Cat...dude? Uh, he's the Cat Thief, let's go with that. They bone, okay? But first they angst about it.

I Was Present While You Were Unconscious by CharWright5

Stiles had often thought about how he'd meet his soul mate, the literal muscular man of his dreams. He just didn't ever imagine finding him on Facebook where a friend had shared a news article about a werewolf John Doe in a coma after a car wreck four hours out of town. And he also didn't expect to bond and fall in love with the guy's family before ever saying two words to him out loud.

Greenhouses and County Fairs bykinky_kneazle

Derek's nickname in college was Miss - short for Misanthrope - so his dislike of other people is well-established. Despite this, his mother forces him to join the organizing committee of the County Fair where he has to deal with flowers in recycled containers, accusations of cheating and Stiles. But maybe dealing with Stiles isn't so bad.

You Give Me Butterflies by rhysiana

Stiles had only turned on the TV for background noise while he tried to finish up his thesis proposal before the next day’s meeting with his advisor, that was all. It was a nature documentary. About butterflies, no less. Bland, soothing, not at all distracting, just enough extra noise to help the rest of his overactive brain focus.

Well, he was totally focused now, it just wasn’t on his thesis. Because now there was a man on his TV who was very distracting, talking about butterflies. A story of entomology, procrastination, and nerdy flirting over the internet.

Three Phone Calls by pandabomb

“You’re not a hooker, Stiles.” “Okay, yes, true, but—for a thousand dollars…”

An AU in which Scott and Stiles live in a shitty apartment in NYC, Lydia is still queenly, and Derek is a clueless rich guy who mistakes Stiles for a hooker. Light-hearted, thinly-plotted fun.

Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? by sophisticatedyet

Stiles gets a wrong number call from an old man who can't install his antivirus software. He feels like doing a good deed, so he decides to walk him through it.

Derek is not an old man, just a technologically incompetent twenty-six year old TA who has made enemies of the entire UCLA IT department. The helpful stranger he has just accidentally called is about to become Derek's go-to computer guy.

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

Flexible, Friendly, and Adaptable by MsCee

As a tour guide, Stiles liked to think that he embodied his company’s motto of being flexible, friendly, and adaptable. As a teacher chaperone, Derek Hale’s ethos seemed more along the lines of ‘inflexible, unfriendly, and rigid as hell’. Clearly, they were going to get along swimmingly.

(Wherein Stiles is a tour guide to Derek Hale's 8th grade class, and amidst the drama and chaos that is thirty teenagers on an overnight trip, falls in love with the grumpy teacher. Well, maybe not love, but he certainly entertains a solid number of fantasies about stroking Derek's eyebrows. With his tongue. Is that creepy? Yeah, that is definitely creepy.)

Really, Derek Hale? by relenafanel

Derek loves his sisters, so when Allison expresses the need to visit her family home in Beacon Hills years after the death of her parents, Derek agrees. It's the perfect setting for him to work on the storyboard for Lycaon Production's newest horror movie. It also happens to be the hometown of one of the most popular horror movie vloggers.

Stiles' Horror Picture Blog just might be the inspiration he needs to put Lycaon back on the big screen. He doesn't expect Stiles himself to become his inspiration.

And he certainly doesn't expect Stiles' antagonistic treatment of him in return, even if he understands how it happened. Derek has never been very good at people, and he has no idea how to make it right when everything he tries just makes Stiles' opinion of him worse.

A Pride and Prejudice / Lizzie Bennet Diaries fusion fic from the Darcy character's POV.

do me the honour (of this favour) by lilpeas

“We are ... getting married.”

All three men at the desk blink.

Stiles frowns, “Who’s getting—”

“Me and Stiles are getting married.” Derek says forcefully.

Based on the 2009 movie, ‘The Proposal.’ Derek is a hotshot businessman, Stiles is his cranky assistant, complications arise, and they fall in love. Mostly all in that order.

Scowls and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

Mr. Hale and Stilinator by theSilence

Baking My Way Into Your Heart

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

Baking My Way Into Your Heart - Extras

If you haven't read Baking My Way Into Your Heart, then this probably won't make any sense. Some bonus material from the main story.

Coffee Breaks

A series of one-shots that take place after Baking My Way Into Your Heart. Current Story: Home for the Holiday Derek and Stiles go back to Beacon Hills to spend time with their families.

Don't Tell My Dads by sarahandthegraveyardshift

Don't Tell My Dads My Boyfriend Is A Werewolf

"My dads want to meet you." Stiles Winchester!verse.

Don't Tell My Dads I Mated With A Werewolf

No matter how gruesome and vivid and awful nightmares were, you could wake up from them. Nightmares weren’t real. They couldn’t be. Because Derek was dead. And any reality where Derek was dead couldn’t be anything other than a nightmare.

Don't Tell My Dads I Broke Up With A Werewolf

Stiles and Derek are over. Relationship-wise, that is. That doesn’t mean they’re out of each other’s lives. Because Castiel has a plan to get Dean out of Purgatory that involves Derek, and there’s a new guy in Beacon Hills who has a keen (and kinda creepy) interest in Stiles.

Don't Tell My Dads I'm Engaged to a Werewolf

Stiles wants to be married before he goes away to school. Derek insists there's no rush, that the teen should be concentrating on finishing his senior year and building his class schedule for his first semester. But Stiles has his reasons. The biggest of which is that he wants to be married before it's too late.

Now all he has to do is plan…and, you know, build up the courage to tell his dads.

(Don't) Tell My Dads I'm Marrying A Werewolf

Something is coming…

Stiles has graduated high school and is getting married. Finally…Maybe? Yes, he's definitely getting married. But something in him doesn't feel right. Every time he pictures his wedding day, all he can see is something dark and bleak. Azazel might be dead, but the battle he planned to bring to Beacon Hills is far from over.

Only By Entering The Wolf's Den by Spuri

Stiles gets a call for help from his old babysitter, Laura Hale, after a slew of magical sabotage to the restaurant/gastropub she runs with her brother Derek. Mysterious magical and supernatural shenanigans are Stiles' bread and butter, so who is he to deny what's basically family?

Even if it does mean facing his age-old, hopeless crush on Derek again, and the fact that Derek hates him.

Not Exactly a Love Potion by glorious_spoon

Stiles and Derek have been rivals since first year, but the Yule Ball is coming up and somehow everything has changed.

when your heart’s growing cold (I will be your keeper) by raisealittlehale

In which Derek is susceptible to Stiles' Charms, Derek is a Keeper, Stiles is a keeper, and two Quidditch Captains fall in love.

Call It Magic by teenwolf-lit (fizzingweaselbee)

Hogwarts AU in which Stiles is the school's Healer, and Derek is the DADA professor/Quidditch Coach

Magiczny Świąt by losingwords

When Stiles' Christmas plans are ruined in favour of meeting the neighbour his father has been talking about for months, he finds himself in a very awkward sittuation. Luckily, he's already used to feeling unwanted.

Romantic Beasts and Where to Find Them by LacrimaDraconis

It was his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and for the first time Stiles had a date.

A Lion's Guide To Getting The Badger by orphan_account

There is no way he, Stiles Stilinski, is going over to the Hufflepuff table to ask Derek Hale to the Yule Ball. Not only is he a glorious seventh year to Stiles' measly fifth, but he could have any member of the student population of Hogwarts on his wonderfully toned arms in three weeks time, so why would he pick Stiles?

Magic Is Might by lupus (khaleeseas)

The Boy Who Pined

“That will be your legacy, ‘Derek Hale: The Boy Who Pined’, I like it, it suits you.”

“Laura I don’t care if we’re related if you say that out loud ever again, I will shank you.”

Hogwarts AU in which Derek likes Stiles but is too emotionally constipated to actually do anything about it.

The Portkey To My Heart

Stiles was muttering under his breath as he wrote his potions essay, something about cursing Harris to the deepest level of hell or something like that. Derek snorted and couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend. His boyfriend. He was still getting used to that.

****** Part 2 of the Hogwarts Teen Wolf AU in which Derek is a little insecure about his relationship, Kate is still a bitch, Stiles stumbles upon the perfect place to make out with his werewolf boyfriend in private, and a mug of Butterbeer just might make everything a little bit better.

Jumpers and Possessive Behaviour by DemiraWatson (orphan_account)

In the two weeks Derek had graced their team with his murderous presence they’d been involved with three major battles, two attempts at ritual sacrifice and Stiles had found himself at the mercy of the fucking Genii before Derek had burst through the doors and had a merry old time slaughtering the nuclear loving bastards.

When Life Hands You Werewolves by uraneia

Four hours—that’s how long it takes after the Daedalus II drops off the new contingent of baby scientists and Marines before Rodney starts taking bets on who’ll be the first to get into Derek Hale’s pants.

* A month ago John's team rescued a former runner named Derek Hale. He's great to have on offworld missions--he's like a danger magnet; nobody else gets so much as a splinter. But there's just something different about him. John can't quite put his finger on it....

Lay a strong enough foundation by Mynuet

Stiles is the single father of a brand-new preemie; Derek is a nurse that works in the neonatal intensive care unit. They fall in love, and then magic happens.

Maggie May by Spikedluv

When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?)

The Beech Tree by Effra

Six months ago Mr. Stiles Stilinski, first born son of a minor Lord and Sheriff, unexpectedly presented as an Omega.

Now, stripped of his future, title, education, independence and station in life, he finds himself back in his fathers' home with a step brother that won't help him, and a betrothal that's been annulled before it even had a chance.

It is one of the worst times of Stiles' life.

That's when he meets Derek.

It's Always Been You by Giveemhale

4 times Stiles gave Derek a valentine and 1 time Derek decided to return the favor.

Stupid Over You by Wolfspurr

It's a Friday night, and instead of enjoying any of the numerous things he'd rather be doing, Stiles has been roped into dinner with his dad at the Hale's. On the plus side, Derek Hale will be there. On the minus side, Derek Hale will be there, and Stiles already has a hard enough time not making an ass of himself in front of the hottest guy in school. There's no way this can end well.

Noteworthy by DLanaDHZ

Stiles and Derek share a desk at the station but work different shifts. Stiles is messy and Derek is very neat, which seems to work out fine... until the day the first passive aggressive sticky note is left on the desk telling Stiles to clean up. One note turns into two turns into two hundred as both officers become increasingly interested in their desk partner.

Spark by ProfessorFrankly

When the Sheriff encounters an Alpha wolf in the woods, Stiles' life takes a dramatic turn. But all is not lost, as old friends step up to help him cope.

It Will Come Back to You by LadyLade

“Oh my god, you didn’t go crazy and kill my dog, did you?” Stiles says, because, “You’re not in a psychotic break where you killed my dog and then slept naked in my bed like you’ve conveniently forgotten that you broke up with me, are you?”

The Secret to Werewolf Romance by LadyLade

“Who’s a good boy? Is Mr. Grumpy finally happy?” Stiles coos, and Derek just wriggles and grins happily, tail thumping loudly on the floor as Stiles rubs his stomach.

It’s the most disturbing thing Jackson’s ever seen, and that’s including Peter Hale flailing and on fire.

Not Your Average Fairy Tale by LadyLade

The guy is lean, cropped-close hair and amber eyes and beauty marks and a mobile mouth that is very, very distracting.

It's throwing Derek off his game. Badly.

It Don't Come Easy by yodasyoyo

Not more than five minutes later Stiles is back in his room, lying on his bed, his laptop balanced up on his bent knees, Derek burrowed against his left side. Stiles is typing furiously, and every now and then Derek nuzzles into him a bit further, like he’s never quite gonna be close enough.

“We are never gonna speak about this to anyone,” Stiles mutters darkly, as Derek lifts one heavy forepaw and places it possessively across Stiles’ belly. “They must never know how easily you manipulated me with your floofy fur and your puppy dog eyes.”

Derek chuffs.

If Stiles squints with his ears he almost thinks it sounds like a laugh.

Sir, That's My Seat by OnFireGarbbageCan17

There was a man in his seat. There was a gorgeous strange man sitting in the seat that Stiles had worked hard to covet. It was a general unspoken rule that the seat where you sat in the first week of class was the seat that you would sit in for the rest of the semester. Yet this man, this beautiful man, decided to take Stiles’ seat during the seventh week of class without any regard for this universal law.

Say It With Me (Don't Assume) by orphan_account

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

Love Me Tinder by andavs

To save the kingdom from a curse of unending winter, Derek is sent by his king to retrieve the mythical Firebird of legend—who turns out to be less of a mythical creature and more of a probable criminal who has no interest in being retrieved by anyone for anything.

Everyone Around Here Gets a Little Strange by skoosiepants

Stiles isn’t trying to take away from Rapp’s pain here, but before he beamed down from the Daedalus, Derek was down to only yelling at Stiles sixty percent of the time, and twenty percent of their remaining lab shifts were spent giving Stiles looks that he’s almost certain were fond. He gets him coffee on their morning shifts together. Sometimes he waits for him for lunch. Any smiles Derek is throwing around should be for Stiles, not a dude who’s probably carrying at least ten hidden knives on his person.

Or - The SGA doppelganger au

Date me or my brother by Beautiful_noise

For the prompt: Derek is straight and his usual grumpy self, Derek also has a twin who is Gay and a complete Player. Somehow, Derek finds himself filling in for his Twin because the Player has double booked himself on the dating seen. Enter Stiles... Maybe Derek's not so straight.

You Had Me At Latte Batman by Hatteress (goddammitstacey)

The one where Derek’s a barista who accidentally woos Stiles with latte art.

Putting the F-U-N in Funeral by apocryphal

"Hale & Daughters Funeral Home," Derek says dully.

"Oh ho! And which daughter are you?"

Derek casts his eyes up to the ceiling. It's going to be one of those calls. (In which Derek is a bored secretary, Stiles is a baker who may or may not have ulterior motives, and there are entirely too many macaroons.)

He Blinded Me With Library Science by mklutz

Stiles blinks. “Right, the reading room. Do you have your, uh ...library card?” he asks. He’s never been able to make that sound normal and not vaguely dirty when he actually means wand.

Murder, He Wrote by mklutz

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.

Babcia Knows Best by thepsychicclam

Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there's a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.

beware the howling woods by dyobrienz (Muffintine)

Damn, now he has to piss and he really, really doesn't like the idea of exposing his junk to subzero temperatures. Stiles frowns the most epic frowny face of all time and gets to his feet. He hobbles over to behind the nearest tree and unzips his pants. Dick in hand, he goes about his business.

And suddenly, there is a very bright light in his eyes and oh god oh god oh god there is someone walking towards him and that someone is growling – growling! – Christ who even does that!? Stiles palms at his dick immediately, shoving it back into his pants. "Oh my god," he shrieks (manly, he shrieks manly) in embarrassment. He backs himself flush against the tree, hands in the air. "I don't have any money I swear," he says, squinting into the light.

The light-wielder stomps forward and Stiles finds himself with a face full of very hot, very angry park ranger. He has a moment to thank the heavens he's not being mugged before said ranger speaks. "What do you think you're doing," he growls, seriously growls, at him.

"Um," Stiles starts, blinking rapidly as blotches of light dance in front of his eyes. "I was taking a leak?"

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"ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?" - ʜ.ᴏ

Hello to you! There it is! My first Harrison request. I'm working for a one shot with him, but it takes me so long because it's a little angst. But don't worry, this one is just fluff! I hope you'll all like it! I did not have time to be reread and corrected. So be indulgent once again, English is not my native language.

Summary: harrison met you in this coffe/bookstore where you friend worked. Since that day, he tried to ask you out but nothing really worked he would like. Until that day. Word count: 2690 Warning: some of swear, spoilers of "one day" by David Nicholls" Pairing : harrison osterfield Request: yes!

You walked happily into the store, heading towards the counter where your best friend was. “The cup and feather” was a second home to you. The warm atmosphere that reigned in the bookstore/cafe has always seduced you. There was a peace of mind that relaxed your muscles: the woody decor, the warm and captivating light, the mixed smell of old/new books and coffee. You were leaning on the counter where Maya was completing an order for a regular.

“Good morning Luke! Enjoy your drink!” you said with a large smile.

“Hello dear y/n! Thanks sweetie! Let me know if you want to drink something. It’s on me”

“It won’t be necessary but thank you. I appreciate!”

The customer adds a generous 10-pound bill to the tip pot with a wink at you. Maya thanked Luke and then gave you a broken look. You gave her an amused smile, shaking your head, already anticipating her next line. But nothing could dissipate your good mood, your day was good.

"It's unbelievable how my tips increase when you're here. What's your secret?"

“Hello to you too, dear best friend. I don't have a secret...but maybe, try to be...nicer to customers? Give them a smile while you're taking their order! ”

“Hello honey. I’m so thankful you’re here. It’s a boring day”

It was a pretty quiet day, there weren't a lot of customers. The rather gloomy London weather seemed to have put them off. A huge thunderous sound echoed outside and Maya jumped. You had a sympathetic and somewhat amused smile. You liked the storm. To be honest, you liked the storm when you weren't alone: feel the heavy, electric atmosphere before the refreshing rain falls. She looked out the window with annoyance.

"Jesus. It looks like it's gonna be a long day" she complained

“Don’t be so dramatic! Let me help. How can I help you?”

“There is this book cart that I have to put away and that has been lying around for an hour. But my boss would kill me if he found out that someone who actually doesn’t work here, did it for me”

Maya gave you a knowing look. It wasn't that she hated you helping her with her work, on the contrary, you were quite useful to her. But she would have preferred that you spend your free time other than helping her. You took a few books from the cart, sticking your tongue out at your best friend and rushing down the aisles of the library section. The distinct sound of a heavy downpour was heard outside and a few seconds later, the store door opened to let in two young, but also handsome, men. Maya bit her lip as one of the individuals approached the counter with a polite but warm smile. He seemed tall, with a thin but toned build, thin lips, his blue eyes pierced her from the moment his eyes met hers; a fucking model.

"Hello. Do you mind if we stay a little while the downpour subsides?" he asked.

" Hell no, of course! You can stay as long as you want as long as I can admire you… uh, shit, no, as long as you order something… did I say the other part out loud?

The second boy laughed, but nothing mocking. He was shorter than the guy across from Maya, brown hair and chocolate eyes, muscular arms but not sculpted like a bodybuilder. He seemed in good shape.

The blonde raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his lips.

"I'm afraid so. Um ... okay. Tom?" he turned to his friend "Do you want to drink something?"

"Black tea. A single sugar and a drop of milk."

Your friend nodded meaning she heard it and then she patiently waited for the blonde to place his order.

"I'll have mint tea. Just one sugar too."

"Noted! Feel free to go grab a book once you've settled in."

The blonde smiled at Maya as he turned slightly to the tables to settle in with his friend. You were immersed in reading a synopsis when you finally returned to the counter. You looked up too late while talking to your best friend.

"Hey, Maya can I keep - ouch"

You had just hit a rather solid chest and your eyes widened in surprise. Two hands grabbed your shoulders before the fall, stabilizing you on your two good. And thank you, handsome stranger because you would have been able to let yourself fall so as not to drop the book you were holding in your hands.

"Everything's alright, love?"

"Huh Huh" You barely said, still a little surprised by the impact.

He smiled at you and finally joined Tom at a table without giving you a chance to thank him. You leaned against the counter giving your best friend an indecipherable expression.

"Who are these guys?"

"I know, right?" Maya whispered, biting her lips again.

You smiled to her. You and your best friend had the same tastes when it came to boys. So it was no wonder that they found them attractive.You quickly gave a last look on the mysterious guy before focusing on the cart again. Your logic wanted you to go back and forth rather than pushing this wheeled machine. And deep down, it was also an excuse to admire the blond boy at the table 7. When you came back from your last trip down the aisles and there were no books left on the cart. You noticed with a sad expression on your face that both boys were gone. What did you expect? A romantic scene where love story is born in the aisles of a bookstore cafe. What's the point? You might not even have been his type. Correction: You were certainly not his type. Maya came over to you, a mischievous half-smile on her face.

"If you're wondering. His name is Harrison. I heard his friend call him. And he kindly tipped you 25 pounds."

"I don't work here."

"It's just like"

"I would probably never see him again, Maya"

"Believe me, I have a feeling that you will."

☙♡❧

And she was right. The following week did not bring the handsome stranger, the following week either. You had totally, or almost, forgotten this delicious abrupt encounter. You were in the aisles of the cafe, looking for the next book you were going to devour when you were politely tapped on the shoulder, a throat clearing accompanying the gesture.

"Hm, excuse me?"

You turned around and your eyes widened a little in surprise. You did not expect, or more, to see this beautiful stranger again. He was holding a book in his hands and looked nervous. His demeanor was endearing and you couldn't help but suppress a shy smile.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking to get my mom a book. I've heard of this one but ... I wanted your advice."

You raised an amused eyebrow. He wanted to buy a book from his mom and he went to a coffee shop to ask you for advice on a book he obviously couldn't buy here. You found this sweet and awkward. You gave him a shy and mischievous smile.

“You know you're not supposed to buy the books here… just read them. »You joked

"Hmm, yeah ... but ... I wanted your opinion since ..."

"I don't work here ..."

The surprise was read in his eyes as in yours but for different reasons. Harrison felt silly for asking you when you weren't an employee. You, you were surprised by your tone, which seemed so cold when it was not your intention. You didn’t want to be rude to him. In fact, he makes you a little bit uncomfortable. You had never been so awkward with a boy but, for some reason you didn't know, his piercing blue eyes bowled you over. You couldn't deny that you were drawn to him and there was something really spellbinding about Harrison. To catch up you glanced at the book, you wrinkled his nose and you scratched your head

“I'm sorry, this is not the kind of novel I read ... But if she read Fifty-shade of Grey ... this book might please her” you told him, somewhat embarrassed.

Harrison gave you a confused look and you pointed to the cover of the book. To be fair, although he won't admit it, Harrison had grabbed the first book he saw off the storage cart and it actually turned out that it was an erotic fiction rather categorized in the young adult, a bestseller. Honestly, you didn't know where to put yourself. You watched the cheeks of the boy in front of you turn deep red.

"Okay ... Okay. I wasn't there for my mom."

"No shame ..." you tried to comfort him

"No..no i swear. It..i'm … okay ...

A boy with curly hair appeared in the aisle, calling out to the young man, breaking that awkward moment between you at the same time. Harrison's friend seemed vaguely familiar to you, as if you knew him or seemed to know him.

"Harrison, we're late. Tom's gonna kill me, mate!"

Harrison gave a sigh of relief that he seemed to have held back. He gave you a sorry smile and apologized before leaving you, putting the book down on a shelf. They headed for the exit and you stayed there, without moving, still challenged by this moment. You heard a laugh that came from the curl without actually hearing the reason.

"Did you ask her advice about 365 DNI? What kind of div are you?"

"Shut up Harry."

And Harry's laugh echoed one more time before the door closed on them. After a few seconds, you returned to the counter where your best friend was. She nodded at you, as if asking like it had happened. You have to shake your head negatively while shrugging your shoulders. It was the most bizarre interaction you have had in your life. A total failure. With that, he was sure you would never see him again.

☙♡❧

But you were wrong again. You were, again and again, at the cafe. Maya was finishing her shift and you were sitting at a table with a book in your hand. You were in your own little world when your gaze was drawn to a male hand, wearing rings highlighting the veins of that said hand, placing a cup of latte on your table.

"I didn't order any-" you said before interrupting you.

Harrison was in front of you, a shy little smile drawn across his face. You frowned, intrigued. How had he guessed your favorite drink? A simple glance over the blond's shoulder told you your answer: Maya was smiling at you, thumbs up, as a token of encouragement. You looked Harrison, pursed your lips, flattered by the gesture.

“I wanted to apologize for the other time.” Harrison finally spoke.

“It's nothing ... I..I hope your mom liked the book.” you just told him with a little smile

"I… It wasn't for her."

"Oh..for whom?" you asked intrigued.

He smirked, amused by your carelessness. Was he not obvious, however? Since the day he met you, the actor hadn't stopped thinking about you. Tom and Harry kept telling him that he was completely whipped and looked like a fool.

"For no one actually. I grabbed the first book I found."

"But why?" you seemed more confused.

"I wanted to see you. It was a pretext… I didn't know how to approach you."

Your cheeks turned as red as Harrison's the last you met him. You were flattered but at the same time surprised to know that he was interested in you. You've replaced a strand of hair behind your ear, blushing. An awkward silence has settled between you two. Neither of them really knew how to break the ice. Harrison looked up at the book you had put on the table when he arrived.

"What do you read?" he asked interested

“One day by David Nicholls. It’s the one of the most moving books I have ever read.”

And you started talking for hours about how this book moved you and how Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess' portrayal in the film adaptation blew your mind. How you went from laughter to tears to anger. How you got attached to the characters in both the book and the movie. Harrison couldn't stop you. He admired you talking with passion and found you endearing. The way you spoke with your hands or the way you frowned when some character action disturbed you. You were in your world and he wanted to enter it.

"I hope we end up like them." He said, interrupting you.

You suddenly stopped in your monologue looking at Harrison puzzled. You didn't expect this. First, because by knowing the story of this novel. You didn't want anyone to experience people's stories, no matter how beautiful it was. Second, did Harrison just say he was considering something with you?

"Like who?" you asked

"Emma and Dexter ... I hope we have such a great story."

You pursed your lips, amused. You swallowed to keep from laughing and you shook your head. You were sure he didn't read the book but you wanted to play with him a little.

"I don't hope so."

"Why? Their love story is beautiful!"

"You haven't read this book have you?"

"Of course yes!" he defended himself, uncomfortable.

In truth, he was lying. He was trying to impress you. He had simply said he wanted to live this love affair to soften you and try to approach you to ask for a date. Once again, you smiled, genuinely amused by the boy in front of you. He looked so innocent and so confident in her walk. But you knew ... You knew he hadn't read the book.

"Harrison, she dies at the end"

Harrison's cheeks have once again turn red. He played with his hands nervously, embarrassed. He was an idiot, a complete fucking div. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to let go of all the stress he had accumulated but also to find a way to make up for it. You were blowing him outright. He thought you were so beautiful and had never been so awkward about approaching a girl. Of course, Harry had introduced him to his ex-girlfriend. But, the actor had never had a hard time flirting. He knew his strengths, he was kinda funny, can't deny he was pretty handsome, after all he was a model. He was also an actor, he could play all emotions, recite hundreds of lines of dialogue. But you looked different and he was unable to have a conversation with you without being ridiculous. You found that rather adorable.

"Okay, okay. I don't hope we end up like them."

“I hope you don't wait 20 years before asking me out?”

Harrison looked at you surprised. Did you really just reach out to her? Did he hear what you just said or did his imagination play a dirty trick on him? Her heart skipped a beat. You pursed your lips before putting on a warm but shy smile. You weren't that confident in normal times but ... but it was pushing you out of your comfort zone. You liked him, his clumsiness made you laugh and moved you a lot. You wanted to know him better. And with a simple smile, Harrison knew he had the green light.

"Would you ... have coffee with me?"

"I'm already taking one with you, idiot" you joked ...

"Yeah..hmm, okay ... um. Would you like to go on a date ... one day?"

Your smile widened. You didn't know if he had chosen his last words intentionally but you liked to think he had. And if it wasn't, that awkwardness had melted your heart. You bit your lip, a smile still on your face. Your cheeks were rosy with emotion. Eventually, you might have had your romantic story at a coffee shop / bookstore.

“Yes, Harrison. I would like to go out with you.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfeild fluff #harrison osterfield writing #harrison osterfield x y/n #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield

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say-narry · 3 years

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No relationship

Note: English isn't my first language. Hope you all like it, I just imagine these two men together and Harry having jealous over me. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :)

Pairings: Harry Styles!famous x Reader x Chris Evans!Biology teacher

warnings: mentions of sex, jealous, alchoolic drink.

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I thought that casual sex would never work out for me, since I had closed principles on the subject, but Harry made me totally change my perception about it.

At the height of need, we would go somewhere private, usually my apartment, have sex, and that was it. We'd drink some wine and talk about small things, as if nothing had happened and that was fine with me, really.

When something started to come up, I would try to remember Harry's words.

"You know, this is never going to be anything more, is it?" He was lying on my couch, after talking about a couple of friends who were like this and ended up getting married last weekend.

"Yes, Harry... It's just a comment, I'm not going to put a ring on your finger and even sign a marriage certificate with your name on it..." I rolled my eyes, I simply couldn't say anything and he would put the deal on the agenda.

So when he was off me, I just enjoyed the ecstasy of the orgasm and went on with life. And then, life brought me Chris.

The nice guy with the divine high spirits that I met at the supermarket. He helped me carry some boxes that I had picked up to pack clothes for donation, between conversations and sample muscles, we exchanged numbers and extended our conversation.

Unconsciously, I pushed Harry to the background, but I reached the point that just sex wasn't enough, I wanted someone to be more than that, something that Harry emphasized he wouldn't give me. Ever.

"Are you sure your friends won't mind?" Chris commented as soon as he intertwined our fingers when we entered the bar.

There weren't many people, I was comfortable with the amount of people, whenever it was possible, but obligatory once a month, Harry, me and our friends gathered here to chat, it was the happy hour of our squad.

"No way, they will like you..."

We walked over to the usual huge table we used and I could see Harry's smile fade immediately when he saw my hand in Chris'.

"Good evening, everybody! This is Chris, the guy from the supermarket I told you about!" I winked and everyone at the table waved, except for the lovely Styles.

We pulled out two chairs and sat down, I was in the middle, Harry to my right, and Chris to my left.

"But then Chris, you do what?" Jay asked while stirring his drink with a straw.

"I'm biology teacher." His cheeks flushed and we could see the astonishment on everyone's faces.

"In my time, teachers weren't so muscular..." Peter commented and we all laughed.

"Check it out, girl! He knows a lot about evolution and reproduction!" Jay winked and gave a mischievous smile.

"Oh, shut up!" I covered my face with my hands and the others laughed.

Two hours later...

"Go! Go! Go, go, go! Go!" Chris was drinking a 1 liter mug of beer in dispute with Adam and we were shouting around.

Chris ended up winning and started laughing, looking at me and I pulled him in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Harry, Y/n... Get two more glasses each, I want revenge!" Adam slammed the glass on the table and Chris applauded, accepting the challenge.

I nodded positively and we went to the counter.

"Kate, four more, please!" I asked the familiar bartender, who gave me a positive finger sign and started to fill the four mugs.

"Eh... uh..." Harry drummed his fingers on the counter, catching my attention. "He's funny..."

I slapped my palms on the counter and looked up at him.

I'd only known Harry a short time, but his internal cheek-biting, nose-frowning, and hair-stirring antics were a sign that he was uncomfortable about something.

"He's amazing!" I sighed, watching Chris from afar, who was chatting animatedly with the guys. "We're talkin about one week I think and it seems like we've known each other for years, he's smart, he's kind, he's engrossing..."

"I'm not interested, Y/N." Harry, who was leaning sideways on the counter before, straightened his posture and stepped closer "I thought there was something, uh... uh... between us... I think..."

I raised my eyebrow, wanting to laugh at that.

"Is this a prank?" I turned, coming face to face with Harry.

"What?" He also grimaced, and now I could see his pupils dilated.

"I thought there was something between us..." I imitated his accent "Harry, it was just sex."

"Was it? Have I been passed over?" Harry bent the arm that wasn't on the counter and put it around his own waist, in a satisfied pose.

"You've never even been in front." I took a deep breath, already tired of that drama. "You pointed it out to me more times than I could count, if I had even commented to you on the subject of 'relationship'..." I made quotation marks with my fingers "You were already cutting me off. We got into this by consent, you imposed the only rule and I followed it, so anyway, I was free to move on and look for something more solid."

Kate handed us the mugs and ran our digital receipts through the scanner and handed them back to us.

I grabbed the two handles of the mugs and Harry stopped me, holding out his hands for me to take mine away.

"At first it was just something temporary, a relief... My life has always been a roller coaster and you know it, but I've been thinking about us..."

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes.

"And?"

He frowned again, taking a breath and narrowing the space between us even more.

"And that I would like to have something more with you, y/n, a relationship maybe, a wedding ring and a piece of paper with our names on it like you said that time. I know there is a lot in this, but I would like to try."

"Don't you think it's a little late for that?" I urged him and pointed my head to Chris, who was still laughing and talking with the others.

"He's just another one, Y/n, let's be honest... I've known you longer and more... deeply... " A mischievous smile escaped his lips and I wanted to roll my eyes.

"He, among as many as you, didn't reject me several times, don't make me jealous at this point..." I turned quickly and picked up the two mugs "You wanted this, Harry, and I accepted it, so bear the consequences and a toast to something we had!"

I lifted one of the mugs and took a sip of the drink, walking back to the guys, leaving Harry alone, as he always wanted.

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #chris evans x reader

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cheesyficwriter · 3 years

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Hi Gorgonzola! It's not on your prompts list, but please can you write me an argument and a make up kiss in the rain? You don't have to use it, but this quote is quite a useful one: "Because I'm sorry. Because I love you. And because you're looking really hot standing out in the rain and I'm thinking, I have to kiss you!" Smut or not, but make it Romione or I cry!

Hi there, broomstick - you fabulous person you! Thanks for sending the prompt that mixes together two of our favorite pairings 😍 Hope you enjoy and accept this as a gift for all of your wonderful beta work! You truly rock 💜

Mild sexual references and language (Ron’s mouth always gets him into trouble)

My Type Is You

Hermione saw red, and for the first time, she wasn't looking directly at the obvious color of Ron's hair.

Instead, her eyes were fixed glaringly on the brunette standing next to him at the bar, who looked suspiciously a lot like herself. Except she wouldn't be caught openly flirting with a man that wasn't hers.

From her spot at a table a few paces away, Hermione watched as the unknown witch giggled and flipped her hair back. Ron was nodding and smiling at the woman politely, as he leaned coolly against the bar counter. He certainly had filled in to his muscular build over the past few months since he started auror training and, she begrudgingly admitted, was catching quite a bit of female and male attention when they were out in public together nowadays.

The attention wasn’t the shock. It was the fact that her buffoon of a boyfriend wasn’t really doing anything to stop it.

Her blood boiled as the woman had the audacity to place her perfectly manicured hand on his arm, a gesture that absolutely screamed that she was coming on to him. Ron’s arm twitched and Hermione saw him discreetly pull it back, his face twisting into an expression that clearly gave away his discomfort. Next to Ron on the counter were the two pints awaiting him to bring them back over to their table. Another minute passed by, and they were still there.

Lifting her chin, Hermione had decided she had enough. She stood and marched determinedly over to the two. Ignoring any pleasantries, she reached a hand directly between their bodies to grasp her pint off the table, not caring when a bit of her beer swished onto the sticky floor.

“Hey!” The woman exclaimed.

“Hermione, what…” Ron blubbered out, but she didn’t even bother looking at his face. She turned sharply and slammed her pint down onto the nearest table, baffling the current occupants.

“Here. Enjoy,” she sneered, before making a move towards the exit. Ron was faster, and gripped her hand to whirl her back around in seconds.

“What are you doing?” He tried to keep his voice low, his eyes darting anxiously around the room, aware that her actions were starting to cause a stir.

Hermione forced her hand away and crossed her arms, a move that made Ron recoil slightly in his stance. “Well I thought I was waiting for you to bring us our drinks, but it seemed you were a bit preoccupied, so I figured I would just go home.”

“Preoccupied?” Ron’s eyebrows crinkled together, trying to piece together the sequence of events. “With what? You don’t mean...Hermione Granger, are you jealous?” She wanted to wipe off the growing smirk that appeared on his face.

“It doesn’t matter if I was, what matters is that you didn’t even care to notice!”

Ron’s shoulders shagged, clearly frustrated that she didn’t seem to find any of it funny. “It’s not like that - I mean - I wasn’t…”

"I'm leaving!"

Ron groaned. "You can't apparate now, you're not in the right state."

"I know that. I'll be walking home, mind you." She turned on her heel.

"Like hell you are," he roared, stalking after her. Their boisterous argument had caught the attention of most of the pub, but Hermione was far too prideful to care at the moment. "Hermione, it's nearly midnight and it's pouring outside!"

She ignored him entirely and continued on her path out the door.

"Uhm...you guys…" Harry murmured weakly, but didn't follow after them as they exited the pub. He knew better than to intervene any further.

As soon as Hermione stepped out onto the cobblestone pathway and dimly lit street, she was hit with little pebbles of falling rain that soaked her entire body instantly. Ron emerged from the pub soon after, breathless, squinting at her through his now damp locks that were stuck to his forehead, falling haphazardly into his eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he called out through the rushing downpour. Now that they were outside, alone, he had no qualms about initiating a shouting match with her.

“If I hadn’t made a show of myself, I doubt you would’ve even noticed if I slipped out,” she spat back, furiously swiping wet curls from her eyes.

Ron’s face hardened and Hermione knew then that she had sparked his temper. “Are you fucking joking right now? I was just being bloody polite while waiting for our drinks! I didn’t have the slightest interest in her, no matter how she felt!”

“Oh? And why not, may I ask? She certainly appeared to be your type...dark brown hair, curly…”

Ron kicked at a growing water puddle nearby, effectively splashing the cool liquid up into the air. His hands raked forcefully through his wet hair, pushing it all back from his eyes in a move that made her ache with desire for him.

"Because, you barmy witch, I am madly in love with you!"

Hermione’s mouth parted instinctively and they stared intensely at each other for several solid seconds. They had already exchanged I love you’s before, but this one hit differently. The first time they said those three important words, they were both timid and shy, unsure of how the other would react. This time, Ron was more than sure, perhaps even more confident, if not a little exasperated, than she had ever seen him before.

She couldn’t even remember why she was so angry before.

“Oh God, Ron...I love you too.” She felt stupid for letting the tears fall from her face, as it was absolutely pointless with the raindrops that were already cascading down her cheek.

Ron held out his arms in a peace offering.

"I'm asking you to please, please come over here, because I don't think I can handle not having you in my arms any longer. 'Sides…" A playful grin appeared on his face, "You're looking pretty hot standing there in the rain, and I'm thinking, I might just have to kiss you."

That was it. In two short strides, she had jumped into his arms, overcome by the force of which he cupped her cheeks and smashed his lips to hers. They kissed furiously, passionately, letting any remaining anger roll away, instead replaced by a burning need to be as close as possible. Ron’s hands traveled quickly to her bum, lifting her up so that her legs were wrapped around him. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, eliciting a deep growl from the back of his throat, only tightening his grip around her waist.

"Oh, come on, you two!" Harry suddenly groaned from behind them.

Ron lifted his head briefly to spit out, "Piss off, Harry!", before reclaiming her mouth once more.

The boy who blocked continued to stand there. "Come on, you'll catch your death out here. Let me apparate you both back to Grimmauld Place and then you can continue whatever this is there. I haven't been drinking tonight."

Reluctantly, Ron released her, and she planted her feet back on the ground, disentangling their arms.

“Fine. But make it quick, would you?”

Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to them, grabbing them both by the arm, before submerging them into the intense pulling sensation. When Hermione opened her eyes, they had landed directly in the foyer of Grimmauld Place, all three dripping wet.

Harry was already running off, "Silencing charm, please!" He called from another room.

Ron kinked an eyebrow and tugged on Hermione’s hand to pull her close, a move that made her swoon. “You know what, Hermione? You were right about one thing earlier.”

“Hmm?” She snuggled further into his arms, raising her head up to brush her nose against his, “And what was that?”

“I do have a type. My type is you.”

#romione #romione fanfic #romione drabble #ron x hermione #writing #ask response #harry potter fanfiction #ron weasley #hermione granger #kiss in the rain #smuff

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causticsunshine · 2 years

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“and maybe because there's plenty of people out there who better fit the actual beefcake body archetype […] i don't use that word in relation to him” this!!!!! these people are so fucking blinded by their wrong perception of harry that it honestly seems like they live in a completely different world. cause i guarantee you that if you ask any random person to describe harry’s physique “beefcake” is most definitely not the word they’d choose. not when guys like chris pratt, channing tatum, taylor kitsch, zac efron, chris hemsworth and even nick jonas are out there and fall perfectly into that category. now harry? harry is definitely strong and defined and muscular. but he’s still a skinny person. and anyone who’s not obsessed with the idea of him being some hyper-macho-bulky lad would agree lol

i bet next to nothing about harry's physical stature would matter the way it seems to if there wasn't such a large group of people hung up on trying to hone-in on specific—predominantly physical—traits he has supposedly meaning xyz about him, in regards to keeping him in this condensed cishet light. and even if harry was built more like the performers you mentioned, who have a very solid muscle presence overall that's usually maintained through a very specific dieting and exercise regimen—like keeping that amount of muscle mass on is no easy feat for a lot of people!—it very likely wouldn't negate or change how he chooses to present himself by way of what features he accentuates, how he chooses to dress, etcetera, at all...which i kinda think is why people push these ass-backwards rhetorics so hard.

the idea that so many people want to gatekeep his being able to challenge the gender binary by way of his aesthetics and how he carries his body (mostly) because 1. they see themselves as the unspoken queer leaders who get to control who wears what and what that means and who identifies what way and why but then these people are usually just closed off internet gays that don't have enough queer education or interaction with other lgbtq+ people and history outside the condensed internet sphere so they just make things worse by making things up about concepts beyond them or that aren't theirs to gatekeep in the first place or 2. are cemented in outdated gender norms and the scales of binaryism, so whoever they're attracted to—ie harry— must also fit within these constraints because it's more comfortable and palatable for them that way, would be a hell of a lot funnier if the underlying issues with these mindsets, primarily those in one of many forms of denial over who harry is and how he presents himself, weren't so grounded in transphobia, misogyny, homophobia... the list goes on.

but yeah. def agree most people on the outside wouldn't call him a beefcake—among other things like cishet, straight, etc. but we been knew dfknjg—and the people who do deserve the award for being Major Dumbasses are not those being encouraging and trying to help dismantle the gender binary as we know it, but people who are trying to, either on purpose or accidentally (but still guiltily), enforce these weird roles and accusations of pure masculinity for the sake of making a performer they like more palatable and within their realm of comfortable attraction.

#harry styles #gender tag #to everyone who has a brain and isn't interested in helping perpetuate toxic gender norms: i blow u a kiss #and if anyone is in your ear trying to convince you to change your tune to that of maintaining the gender binary instead of challenging it #whether it be in regards to H or someone else you admire or a friend/family member or even YOU #don't let them get to you and just be YOU! experiment! be free! and if you cannot be free through phys expression for safety reasons #or because you're scared/unsure/etc know you are supported and loved and there is space for you to be your truest self <3 #and i say all this sappy shit in the tags bc like. yeah i'm talking about H because he's a great example and point of relation but this #is a mindset i do hold overall and i hope you do too #no one's identity or physical presentation deserves to be gatekeeped or controlled for the sake of others' comfort in the eye of binaryism #when i have some free time—ya boi needs to make some money and finish some projects reaaaally badly—i might do a proper video essay #but idk when that'll happen or how/if but! i'd like to and i hope people would be down for a more thorough deepdive kind of thing #anon #answered

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judediangelo75 · 3 years

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We’re Just Friends

A/N: This is an idea that me and @that-scouse-wizard have chatted about while ago. Now that I thought about it, it wouldn’t leave me alone. So here it is.

I hope you guys enjoy this silly one-shot. I would make it super concrete and specific but I don’t have the energy for that.

Just know nobody is truly dating anyone (Judith and Talbott aren’t together yet, neither is David and Merula)

MC friend: David Willows ( @that-scouse-wizard )

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Anybody who’s been at Hogwarts long enough has heard about David Willows and Judith Harris.

Siblings of the missing Jacob Hall and Jamal Harris.

Hufflepuff’s feared Beaters, known as Hound and Tigress.

The proclaimed Heroes of Hogwarts.

What started off as a simple teammate relationship on the Quidditch pitch turned into an unbreakable bond. The two were thick as thieves, making sure to have each other’s backs through everything.

You want to talk smack about one of them? Be ready to be grilled within an inch of your life by the other.

You want to try to engage in argument with the pair? Be prepared to walk away in shambles.

You want to try to gang up on one of them? The other usually not too far away to act as backup.

Cursed Vaults? Psh, the two will be on the front lines, ready to take on whatever danger there is.

Many people have often wondered if the two were more than just friends.

It’s a common thing to see Judith fussing over David after a rough training session or after he got into fight. Or to see David giving the sleeping Judith a piggyback ride back to their Common Room.

David grew up to be a handsome young lad. Pale skin, dark brown hair with warm dark brown eyes to match. With the help of his growth spurt, he grew up to be a solid 5′11. Thanks to his constant training and his position as a Beater, he maintain an athletic, muscular figure. It was no secret he had his fair share of admirers, girls often giggling or blushing at the sight of the Hufflepuff wizard.

Judith grew up as well. Upon entering Hogwarts, she was a small, slim girl. An easy target to those who didn’t know her and someone often overlooked. As the years passed, she grew to be a beauty. Dark skin, brown-black hair, with pale gold eyes. She didn’t grow past 5′6 (and a half as she normally stresses), making her one of the shorter members of their group of friends. But it suited her, especially with her body build. While she was still on the slim side, her body fill out and reveal womanly curves. Her training with David and Quidditch helped her maintain this figure. While guys still fear her due to her strength and fighting skills, that didn’t stop them from staring at the Hufflepuff witch when she came into view.

Two good looking people with a bond like theirs? They had to be together. There’s no way they would be just friends.

At least that’s what everyone who wasn’t friends with them thought.

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“David.” The Hufflepuff wizard in questioned turned to his head to his friend.

“Yeah? what’s up, Judith,” he asked. The young witch’s brows were furrowed, as if she was trying to figure something out.

“Have you head the latest rumor going on,” she questioned him. David shook his head, curious to what the students at Hogwarts have came up with this time.

“Someone started a rumor saying that we were dating...” David blinked once before letting out a unattractive snort.

“Us? Dating? Merlin’s beard, people must’ve gone mad,” he laughed. Judith let a soft chuckle.

��You’re not wrong. Especially when we’re in own respective crushes,” she smirked. David took a deep breath to help calm down.

“So, what do you want to do about it? You wanna mess with some peoples’ heads or shut down the rumor,” David asked. Judith’s expression turned into thoughtful one. Very rarely would she tolerate tomfoolery, let alone entertain it.

This was a pretty stupid rumor.

David and her have been friends ever since second year. Never once has she looked at him that way.

Especially not when a loner Ravenclaw caught her eye during the beginning of their third year...

As stupid as the rumor is, it was kind of funny. In a way she can kind of see how people would think that they were dating.

Very rarely would she mess around and entertain something for her own amusement...

But she’ll make the exception this time,

“I’m down to have a laugh,” she finally said. David cracked a smile and laughed.

“I agree.”

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Judith and David were cackling in their empty Common Room.

It’s been two days since they decided to have fun with this rumor and the reactions were well worth it.

The wide eyes, jaw dropped and jealous looks they received when they were being “affectionate” never failed to make them smirk.

They made sure to hold hands where everyone could see.

Casually flirt with one another when people where in earshot.

David would sometimes play with her hair.

Judith would occasionally feel up on David’s biceps.

Hell, just earlier that day, Judith was sitting on David’s lap in the Courtyard. They were revising for Charms class as they did this, quizzing each other as they remain close. Guys were glaring at David as he had his arm wrapped around his friend’s waist. Girls turned red out of jealous rage as Judith occasionally nuzzled him.

They definitely looked like the “perfect” couple everyone thought them to be.

“Whew, that was the best laugh I’ve had in awhile,” Judith gasped, leaning on David for support. David rested a hand over his heaving chest, trying to compose himself.

“Honestly! You would think our House mates would know better. They’ve never seen us that close,” he snorted.

Judith let out a soft chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, Hound. Ahhh, I think it;s time to put this rumor to rest.” David nodded with a smile.

Little did they know, their little stunt soon reached a certain Ravenclaw and Slytherin...

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Talbott growled, ready to rip David a new one.

Normally he would ignore rumors and such, but when he heard his crush’s name being mentioned, he couldn’t help but to tune into the whispers around him.

He didn’t like what he heard.

‘David is lucky bloke to score a girl like Judith.’

‘David and Judith make such a cute couple, don’t you think?’

‘Ugh! I can’t believe Judith is with him! Now I’ll never get a chance to be with David.’

‘David is such a smug bastard. He’s basically showing off that he managed to lock down one of the prettiest witches at Hogwarts.’

‘Did you see how they were all cuddled up in the Courtyard?’

“If I hear one more time how perfect David and Judith are, I will puke.”

Talbott felt angry towards both of them. He was angry at David for stealing Judith and he was angry at Judith messing with his feelings.

He liked her for quite some time. And it looked like that she returned his feelings. Until he’s heard that she was dating David Willows.

Talbott was hurt and pissed off. He was a bit insecure about himself and the idea of her and David made that insecurity rear its ugly head.

He wasn’t as outgoing as David.

He didn’t have David’s strength or fighting prowess.

He was no Quidditch player (while he believe that he could make a decent Seeker or Keeper, he couldn’t compare to a Beater. Players who could strike fear into the hearts of others).

He didn’t even have David’s looks. While he felt like he looked decent, he didn’t really have girls openly fawning over him or blushing and giggling after him.

He was a loner who preferred the company of a good book or birds. Hell, there were people who said he looked like their long lost cousin.

David looked like he had everything. Including the girl he’s been pining over for Gods know how long. Talbott just reached outside of the Hufflepuff Common Room where he met a Slytherin witch with a similar murderous expression on her face.

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Merula’s blood was boiling.

All day she’s been hearing about how cute Willows and Harris was and she’s at her wits end.

Out of all the witches David could’ve picked, he picked Harris? That bloody disgrace Jamal Harris’s sister?!

What the hell did she have that Merula didn’t?!

Merula is the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts!

‘Have you won a duel against Harris since you got here?’ Well no, but-

‘Did you forget that she can easily defend herself? Or did you forget the bruises and broken nose she gave you back in third year?’ No, but I-

‘Have you bested her at Flying class? Have you ever won a race against her on your new broom?’ Not yet-

‘Can you conjure a powerful corporeal Patronus?’ I haven’t-

‘Do you have a position on the Quidditch team?’ No, but who wants to play that stupid game anyways?!

‘Easy, David does. And Harris can.’

Merula internally growled at her thoughts. She was angry at Harris for walking around Hogwarts as if she was better than everyone else. As if she was better than her.

She was strong, powerful and apparently beautiful. Merula has even heard Slytherin wizards who picked on her when they were in their earlier years talk about how “pretty” and “beautiful” she was.

Now she stolen Willows’s attention from her!

She stood outside the Hufflepuff Common Room, waiting for the two to emerge when a Ravenclaw wizard stormed up.

“What you doing here,” she questioned with narrowed eyes. Talbott rolled his eyes, not in the mood to deal with the “Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts”.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he snarked. Merula glared and was about to retort something when the door swung open.

David and Judith were surprised to find their respective crushes in front of their Common Room, suddenly glaring at them.

“You have some explaining to do, Willows,” Merula hissed.

“We need to have a talk, Judith,” Talbott said coldly.

The two Hufflepuff glanced at each other before back at the Ravenclaw and Slytherin trying to murder them with their eyes.

“Yeah...”

“What the hell is going on between you two?!” Both Hufflepuff winced at the loud yell coming from the enraged pair.

“Whoa, easy with the hostility. We’re just friends,” Judith said. David nodded.

“Yeah, there’s nothing going on between us,” David added. Talbott and Merula narrowed their eyes.

“’Just friends’? That’s sure as hell not what I heard, Judith,” Talbott huffed.

“Friends don’t cuddle up in public together, Willows. Don’t bullshit me,” Merula growled.

Judith tilted her head to the side and David rose a brow.

“Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell us, you believe those rumors,” the Hufflepuff witch asked.

“Who the hell are we suppose to believe,” Merula snorted.

“Us, of course,” David said coolly.

“How do would we know you’re not lying,” Talbott asked. David and Judith looked at each other and back at them.

“Maybe because we don’t like each other like that,” Judith offered.

“Maybe because we could’ve gotten together a long time ago if that was the case,” David added.

“Maybe because we never started flirting with each other until a rumor started?”

Maybe because our friends, especially in Hufflepuff, would’ve saw this coming a long time ago?”

“Or maybe because we wouldn’t lie to you because we care about you,” they finished together. Talbott and Merula looked at them shocked before they’ve started blushing.

Judith and David shared eerily similar smirks that made the Ravenclaw wizard and Slytherin witch take a step back.

“Is there something you want to tell us,” Judith asked in a sing-a-long voice. Talbott shook his head.

“W-what?! N-no,” Talbott denied, though his voice didn’t come out as forceful as he hoped.

“Is it possible you were jealous,” David teased. Merula blushed harder.

“M-me? Jealous of H-Harris?! Get real, Willows! The Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts doesn’t get j...jealous,” Merula snapped weakly.

“Are you sure,” Judith continued, thoroughly enjoying seeing the two squirm.

“I-I... I have no reason to be jealous of David,” Talbott retorted.

“Are you sure you don’t like us? Even a little bit,” David chuckled, enjoying the rare sight as well.

Talbott and Merula didn’t even answer and they took off in separate directions, seeking the relief from the unexpected interrogation from the Hufflepuff duo.

David and Judith laughed as they headed upstairs.

With the fact that Merula and Talbott may feel the same way about them, they had more of a reason to disband the rumor of them being together.

After all, they had to be single of they wanted to get with their crush...

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hoez4haikyuu · 3 years

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Sincerity is Scary

Moving to California was something exciting for Hajime – the land of sunshine, in’n’out, and new opportunities. When a chance encounter with a girl blossoms into friendship, can he turn it into something more? Do either of them want something more?

Being honest with your feelings is hard.

Chapter 2: She’s American

AO3

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Fall quarter senior year, and Y/N is unfortunate enough to pick the muscular anatomy lab with the worst TA. The quizzes each week don’t make sense, and the textbook is of no help. It’s barely 3 weeks into the quarter and everyone in their section is doing poorly. Their lab has the lowest average overall, and Y/N isn’t used to struggling so soon in a class.

It’s so bad, Y/N is desperate enough to join a study group with a bunch of strangers.

Well, acquaintances. Most are familiar faces considering the sports medicine major is small, but she’s never spoken to any of them outside of class before. She internally curses her bad luck at picking a section without her friends.

But she needs to pass the class, so here she is, at the library on a Thursday night.

Y/N rests her elbows on the table, and leans into her hand with a sigh. The organizer of the study group, Greg, is making everyone introduce themselves. And give a fun fact. Just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse, Y/N thinks to herself.

Slowly, everyone around the room says their name and a random fact about themself, until it reaches the guy on her left. He has his arms crossed as he says, “Hi, I’m Hajime Iwaizumi. I’m from Japan.” He has a bored look on his face, and Y/N could tell this must be a last resort for him as well.

As Y/N glances at him, she notices that even in his simple black t-shirt and Adidas soccer sweats, he looks good. He has a solid build, with his arms looking snug in his t-shirt. While his face looked bored, it didn’t take away from his handsomeness, with his strong jaw and piercing eyes. She noted that his resting bitch face was strong, and she wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his deadpan stare.

“Y/N L/N,” Y/N says with a sigh. “I hate ice breakers.”

Hajime cracks a dry chuckle, “Don’t we all…”

Greg blathers on about different study methods, and how he plans on having someone from the class at the library at all times, so there will always be a space to study with peers. Though it seems extreme, Y/N appreciates the efforts being made to keep their class afloat.

Once Greg finishes his speech, everyone turns to their laptops and notebooks to start studying.

Y/N fidgets in her seat for a moment. If she wanted to sit and study on her laptop, she could have done that at home. She glances to her left and decides to ask Hajime to study together. He smiled when she introduced herself, that meant this wouldn’t be weird, right? Though she’s nervous she might be bothering him since he’s already opened his laptop, she knows she’d study better going over notes with someone else.

“Hey Hajime, wanna go over all the leg muscles and joints together?” she asks him.

He looks up from his laptop with a blank look on his face, “Sure.”

Y/N quietly tests Hajime first, then he does the same for her. He notices she’s able to recall more than him, so he asks how she’s able to remember it all.

“I just have a ton of mnemonics in my brain.”

“Are any of them helpful?”

“Well, yes. They’re not exactly mnemonics but it helps me remember. Just don’t laugh too hard and I’ll explain it to you.”

Hajime is expressionless as Y/N starts explaining how the cruciate joint located in the knee sounds like “crucio,” a spell from Harry Potter, which in theory would make someone fall on their knees.

“I know it’s kinda lame but because it’s ridiculous I remember it,” Y/N explains with a shrug.

“Aren’t there other cruciate joints in the body?” Hajime asks, trying not to smile. “Though I feel like I have to remember after hearing that.”

“Yeah, but we’re only learning that area right now so it’s a future me problem,” Y/N states simply.

Hajime blinks and ponders for a moment. “I guess that’s fair, one midterm at a time.”

For the rest of the night, while their classmates are silently going over notes or examining diagrams on their laptops, Hajime and Y/N review muscle groups boisterously, creating more ridiculous mnemonics to help remember each name.

Towards the end of the night, Y/N is laughing at Hajime’s suggestion to remember the calcaneus is at the ankle by thinking of an old man named Cal with bad ankles, using a cane.

“Studying anatomy totally reminds me of the Hannah Montana song,” she says fondly.

“What’s Hannah Montana?” Hajime asks.

Y/N looks at him with an evil glint in her eyes and pulls up the video on her laptop for him to watch. Ten seconds in, Hajime gives her a look and pulls out an earbud, “Do I have to finish this?”

“Yes, it’s educational! And a cultural experience! It’s a core part of growing up in the US, and will give you the strength to study hard tonight,” Y/N insists.

Hajime smiles and shakes his head, and finishes the brief video. When it’s done, he asks, “So this means you’re coming up with a song for all the muscles?”

“We can!” Y/N smiles widely at him. “Isn’t it way easier to remember things with a song?”

Hajime laughs, “Yeah, you’re not wrong. I think having a dance to go with it would help, too.”

“You can plan the choreo, it’ll be great,” she teases.

It’s midnight when they decide it’s time to head out. Y/N has taken the bus to campus that day, so Hajime offers her a ride home.

As they walk together in the parking lot, Y/N says, “So you’ve been in America for 3 plus years and no one’s shown you Hannah Montana yet?”

“I guess it must have slipped from their minds.”

“I know we have to study but in between you’re gonna learn a lot about real American culture.”

He smiled. “Looking forward to it. That car is mine, by the way,” Hajime says, as he points to a white sedan. Paint is chipped off a few places on the bumper, and it looks like it’s ready to give out at any moment. He passes his key to Y/N. “The door has to be unlocked from the passenger side,” he explains.

Y/N approaches the car and hesitates with the key. She inserts it into the lock and twists it multiple times, setting the lock off, on, off and back on.

Hajime laughs. “Just twist it to the left once.” Y/N follows the directions and the doors unlocks with a click.

“I swear I’m not that technologically challenged usually,” Y/N says defensively. As she sits down she notices the duct tape covering the seats, and the manual crank to open the windows. “Just curious, how old is this car?”

“Old enough. Still runs fine, though,” Hajime replies, as he twists the key in the ignition. It takes a second, but the car rumbles to life. Y/N feels like she can hear the engine crying out for help as the car sputters.

“This thing sounds like it’s about to give out,” Y/N says.

“Hey, it was a great deal. And it works. Better than walking home from the library right?” Hajime says as he puts the car into reverse. Y/N can’t help but glance at his right arm flex as he places it behind the passenger seat to back out.

She composes herself quickly. “Fair enough, anything is better than the bus. Does your car have a name?”

Hajime thinks for a second. “Not really. I guess I’d call it Godzilla.”

“This car isn’t green but I guess it is pretty scary.”

“This car is an untamable beast able to conquer any city,” Hajime says, deadpan.

“Sure Hajime, let’s go with that,” and the two of them laugh.

Hajime drops off Y/N at her apartment, and as they wave goodbye to one another, Hajime tries to ignore the funny feeling in his stomach.

As Hajime drives home, he realizes he can’t really remember the last time he’s laughed so hard. He couldn’t believe his luck when the quarter started and the girl he was interested in freshman year happened to be in the same class. But today, she sat next to him, and they even studied together. He mentally pats himself on the back for keeping cool today, and hopefully leaving a good impression.

As Hajime lays in bed that night it’s hard for him to push her out of his thoughts. He thinks back to that chemistry lab and wonders if she remembers his socks, or if he was just some insignificant event to her. He remembers how badly he wanted an excuse to talk to her then, and now suddenly he has her number, and regularly scheduled study appointments. Along with the rest of the class, but still, this was something. For the first time in his college career, Hajime can’t wait for his next library session.

#iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #haikyuu self insert #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x you #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi fluff

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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papillionlisse 2/? [gigi x nicky / jan x jackie] - pinkgrapefruit

[ chapter two ]

Gigi wakes up from a fitful sleep (mostly caused by the cat laying across her chest) to the sight of Nicky in warrior two - her eyes blissfully closed as her taut stomach twists, muscular thighs tense as she pushes herself into downward-facing dog. She spots Gigi’s staring as she looks up and pokes her tongue out in jest - the brunette giggling slightly too loud for the early hour as Crystal throws a stuffed honey badger across the room before burying her face back into her pillow.

[harry potter hogwarts/beauxbaton au]

A/N - hey! we’re back in the easiest to write multi-chap I’ve ever done! i don’t even care if you guys like it anymore because I’m so in love with these gals. (i still need the validation that you all like it though <3) thanks to frey for being a magnificent beta and let’s get down to it!

They learn remarkably quickly that Nicky is unbearably peppy on a morning - the blonde girl rolling out of bed at 6 a.m. while Jan is still drooling on Jackie’s shoulder to practice some light morning yoga in only a pair of tight gym shorts and a sports bra. Her loosely curled hair is tied into a loose ponytail, and sweat forms in droplets in the dip of her spine.

Nicky winks and Gigi smiles back, sitting up as she gives up on the idea of going back to sleep. She pulls Quaffle onto her lap with a sigh, pushing her fingers into his fur until he unfurls happily, stretching out between her legs.

“Morning,” she whispers, but it’s hoarse with sleep and it makes Nicky chuckle as she rolls into a handstand.

“Bonjour, mon chou,” she responds with a smile - her voice tense as she lowers back down. She stands up finally, grabbing her wand off the end of her bed to roll up the yoga mat and fire it back under the bed - her morning laxity getting the better of her as she lazily sends Gigi’s glasses onto her face with a snap of the wrist. Checking the time, Gigi realises it’s quarter to seven and motions for Nicky to flick the curtains off the thin windows that stand in between each bed.

She watches, as she does every morning, as Jan recoils from the sunlight, hiding her head in the crook of Jackie’s neck with a moaning noise causing the sleepy dorm to erupt into quiet laughter. Crystal makes a nondescript noise as she pats her hand vaguely on her bedside table, looking for her glasses, which she finally finds once she lifts her head and realises Nicky is holding them for her. She flops onto her back with a snort.

“Monday, right?” Asks Crystal, as she fumbles her way into the bathroom - coming out with a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth a few seconds later. She takes one for the team and hits Jan’s foot with a cushion, forcing the girl to actually look up as Jackie busies herself with the last few pages of her book on full moon astronomy to avoid her wrath. Nicky braids a silk scarf into Gigi’s hair as the two watch Jan walk like a zombie into the bathroom, only coming out twenty minutes later having showered and put on some makeup.

“Is she always like this?” Nicky asks, gesturing very generally towards the girl who’s resumed her position tucked against the now clothed Jackie until they all decide to go to breakfast.

“In the morning? Yes.” Gigi responds bluntly. “She’s an absolute zombie before nine unless there are waffles for breakfast, but it’s not a Thursday, so, unfortunately, we’re stuck with this until Jackie can force a cup of tea down her, and then she’ll perk up.”

Crystal joins the two of them and sits on Gigi’s bed. “Almost eight,” she notes, which sparks the group into motion. Nicky watches in amusement as they come together like a well-oiled machine - all ready to go and standing by the door in seconds, each in their robes and choice of shoe - bags slung over their shoulders and wands holstered. She’s pulled out of her staring when Gigi snaps her fingers at her.

“C’mon, Nicks,” she says quickly and Nicky slips her feet into her patent black brogues - sliding the unfamiliar black robes over her white oxford shirt. The robes hold the symbol of Papillionlisse - a purple butterfly alighting a leaf - and they feel homely even though they’re brand new. She slings her powder blue Beauxbaton tote over her shoulder and runs to the door so they can all exit together, making sure to remember the code of knocking that Gigi shows her on the barrel outside the common room door.

She finds she rather likes the look of Hogwarts in the morning - the sun shining through old stained glass in a way that lights up the whole main hall with twinkling lights. The enchanted ceiling is sunny today, and even Jan smiles at the sight of it. Gigi calls her a cliché as she picks two or three flavoured croissants from the platter in front of them and she tries to defend herself with crumbs spraying out of her mouth, giving in as Crystal attempts to shoot her a disapproving look ending in them all falling into warm laughter.

She looks around, trying to spot the other Beauxbaton students, camouflaged from view in their billowy black robes. She identifies a couple by their blue bags and pristine blonde hair and finds she hasn’t really missed them yet - she wonders idly if she will, as she watches Jan enthusiastically explain something about Kneazles to Jackie who softens under her girlfriend’s eyes.

They’re all making their way down to the dungeons when a burly looking guy bodychecks Crystal - her shoulder jerking back in a way that forces her off kilter and she ends up on the floor. The large brunette seethes ‘Mudblood’ through his teeth and Nicky watches in horror as Crystal’s eyes well up.

“Le con,” she lets out - the words scathing as they fall from her lips. He looks at her - eyes narrowing before he leans forward. She reacts on impulse, a firm fist to the lower jaw and he staggers back in shock, barely calling her a bitch before running on up the stairs.

Crystal is back upright now - looking shocked and slightly sick, but held upright by Jackie and Gigi, who look like they’re trying to lower their own anger levels by breathing very poorly and whispering kind thoughts to Crystal.

“Damn, Nicky,” Jan exclaims with a bemused smirk.

Nicky takes a deep breath, pushing the air out through her nose as she shrugs. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee,” she quips - “Now, Crys, how about we prove his, uh, préjudice wrong.” She links arms with the brunette, leaving the rest of them to wander behind.

“You okay?” She asks quietly, chin resting on the girls shoulder for a second.

“Dicks will be dicks,” Crystal replies, voice more solid than it had been. “I’ll be fine. They’re a rarity nowadays.”

“Good,” Nicky says forcefully. “Dicks will be dicks.”

It’s a few weeks later - the late spring tumbling into early summer and the sky is a glorious blue, not a cloud in sight - they spend the afternoon lounging on the grass on the edge of the Black Lake.

“I saw the Giant Squid once,” Crystal tells them all as she shields her face from the Sun by waving one hand in its vague direction.

“You did not.” Gigi scoffs from her position, laying on her front, body propped up on her elbows. Nicky giggles, in the same position as Gigi, but with her head resting on her folded arms - face illuminated by the sun that filters through the branches of the nearby elm tree.

“We only have horses that drink whisky,” she whines - making the group laugh together.

“I’ve heard of those,” Jackie pipes up from where her head is on Jan’s lap - the blonde braiding wildflowers into her hair.

“Of course you have,” Nicky jokes and the brunette holds up her middle finger much to the French girl’s amusement. “Have they always been like this?” She asks Gigi quietly, as the group goes back to their own separate conversations for a moment.

Gigi hums in contemplation, brushing a strand of hair off Nicky’s face before she answers - the blonde’s striking blue eyes catching her off guard in a way that shouldn’t shock her anymore.

“Not always this disgustingly cute, no, but they’ve been a thing since third year. We’ve shared a dorm since first year, but they sorted their shit out in the summer of third, thank god. You know what we went through?” Gigi asks sardonically, and Nicky shakes her head in a motion for the girl to continue, letting out a giggle at the matter of fact way Gigi tells this clearly nostalgic story. “God, they were painful for a while. Jackie was our go-to homework help and then she got all sad about Jan, and wouldn’t help any of us, so guess who wasn’t doing great in divination that year.”

“It’s literally making shit up,” calls Jan from where she’s sat - choosing to ignore everything else being said. “And I’m the one who likes it.” She pats her divination textbook affectionately as Gigi goes back to explaining.

“But they got together in Hogsmeade and it was all cute, and now they’re this.” Nicky coos like you would at a small dog, before returning her attention to the brunette.

“Will you take me to Hogsmeade?” She asks, eyelashes fluttering and Gigi has to stop herself from swooning.

“Of course, mon Cherie,” she responds in an awful French accent that makes Nicky laugh so hard she rolls onto her back, letting the sun hit her face in a way sure to pepper her nose with even more freckles. “You didn’t have to go all veela on me,” Gigi whispers, and Nicky just winks.

“HONEYDUKES!” Crystal butts in from where she’s studying for charms - lazily trying to perfect the wand movement for one of her nonverbal spells. A spark shoots up from the lake causing Jackie to raise an eyebrow from where she’s laying, absorbing the sun, and Crystal just cackles in response, dropping her wand in defeat.

“Yes, Crys, we can go to Honeydukes,” Gigi appeases. “Any other questions that don’t involve me being a lonely lesbian?” She asks Nicky, and the blonde blushes at the phrasing. She twirls an already perfect blonde ringlet around her finger before looking up to Jackie.

“What exactly do you want to do, Jaqueline?” She asks - the nickname a joke she’s chosen to stick with out of pure enjoyment of the look on Jackie’s face.

Jackie props herself up on her elbows - Jan pouting as a few flowers flutter out of her hair and onto the grass.

“I want to get a mastery in astronomy and arithmancy, and then probably become an arithmancer or a potions astronomer - maybe a code breaker. Something like that,” she muses as she relaxes back down onto Jan’s lap. Nicky watches on, impressed.

“Damn, that’s cool.”

“Well, I’m pureblood, so I either do something insane or I live off my family’s fortune, and the only way I can do something insane is if I work hard as hell for it.” They all hear Jan mutter something about ‘fucking aristocracy’, but they choose to leave her be as she, perhaps slightly more angrily, threads daisies together to make a crown.

“Jan?” Nicky asks, falling back so she can fully sunbathe, her hair forming a halo on the greenery.

“Oh, easy,” Jan claims with excitement - any anger at her girlfriend’s family having passed as quickly as it arrived. “Magical creature healer.” She says it brightly and with enough whimsy that it almost masks the danger they all know the job poses.

“I can imagine you doing that,” Crystal claims, airily. “You’re making my hopes of a normal healer sound boring though.”

Jan giggles. “You can heal me!” She effuses with more excitement than the topic warrants.

Nicky looks to Gigi with a question in her eyes, and Gigi flops down next to her before she answers - watching the sliver of a white cloud pass through the cerulean of the sky.

“McGonagall’s mentioned taking me on as an apprentice,” she admits quietly. “I mean I’d love to. I’d love it.”

“Gigi, that’s amazing,” Nicky says, and Gigi feels how much she means it like an aura washing over her. She feels the love as it trails through every vein in her body, and she assumes it’s a veela thing, because it feels like this unbreakable connection even if it only lasts a second.

“Thank you, Nicky.”

They end up in the library, late at night a few days later. It’s a Saturday, and she and Nicky are pouring over textbooks - barely talking except to pass notes full of badly drawn wand diagrams and the occasional quip.

Gigi has spent the last five minutes watching as Nicky (totally innocently) sucks on a sugar quill and she thinks she might explode, so she practices what she’s trying to write and wordlessly charms her notes page into a paper butterfly, knocking the quill out of Nicky’s mouth, so she can sit comfortably for a minute or two.

“Dieu, you’re so distracting,” Nicky moans as she looks up to Gigi’s smirking face.

“Only for you, mon Cherie,” she schmoozes, eyes half-lidded as she lets her teeth trail her bottom lip.

“Mon chѐri,” Nicky corrects, although her smile is softer, less playful now. “D’amour.” Her tongue darts out to whet her lips. She stands up from where she’s been sitting cosy in a large wooden chair and slides onto the table, so she’s sat right in front of Gigi. The brunette almost short circuits at the way Nicky towers over her like this, but she rolls her shoulders and tries to pretend to be a Veela - just for the confidence.

She pulls her onto her lap, thanking the smoothness of the table and the lack of friction posed by Nicky’s leggings as the blonde lands happily on her thighs.

“Embrasse Moi,” she asks, breathless from the suspense, eyes barely open. “S'il te plait.”

If she looked, she’d see the way Nicky’s ears turn pink when she’s flustered, her pupils the size of saucers, lips full.

“Yes.”

Gigi’s pretty sure she’d be happy to let Nicky do anything to her. Especially in a library.

#rpdr fanfiction #pinkgrapefruit #papillionlisse #gigi x nicky #jankie #gigi goode #nicky doll #jan sport #jackie cox #crystal methyd #s12 #harry potter au #fluff #almost smut #cute lesbians being cute #no snarky tags bc honestly I just love writing this fic

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A Day in the Life: Helkat

Even over the rhythmic song of his hammer striking the red-hot iron, Rowan Smith could sense Kat entering the shop. Her footfalls were heavy as she crossed the concrete floor and he noted her shadow as it passed through the smoke and light. She was an hour late when the Cathedral bells announced the hour, so by his estimation, she was very nearly an hour and a half late when she arrived. After getting the piece to a place where he could leave it, Rowan put down his hammer and turned towards the shop’s interior.

“You’re late,” he grumbled.

“It ain’t like it fuckin’ matters, Rowan,” Kat called back as she ducked behind a curtain to change into her apron. “You got me on chisels for the masons, like you always do, and they ain’t gonna come pick ‘em up ‘til tomorrow. I’ll have ‘em done whether I am here at seven bells or twelve bells. Then you’ll have me cleanin’ up after you.”

“That isn’t the point, Kat,” Rowan sighed.

The blacksmith knew her story and it helped temper his irritation. She was on her own and had been for nearly three years. She didn’t have to tell him she had faced hardships, and so he put to practice all the patience his art taught him when dealing with her.

“Fuckin’ aye, Rowan. What is the point then?” She huffed as she tossed back the curtain.

The blacksmith opened his mouth to answer her, but his words were lost on a soft gasp as the small, albeit muscular, woman looked up at him. It was hard not to think of her as a child, with her full, round cheeks and bright, sharp eyes, so it was heartbreaking to see them stained with blood and bruises.

“Light, child, were you brawling again, or did someone…”

“Relax,” Kat groaned, waving off his concern. “It was an arranged match. And I ain’t a child. Least that ain’t the story the other guy’s tryna sell round these parts. He’s been tellin’ folks his bout was with a big fuckin’ giant of a man. He’s gotta or he’s gonna be laughed outta the City, gettin’ his ass knocked out in the second round by a girl.”

Rowan could appreciate the woman’s strength, but her love of violence broke his heart. Someone once told her she couldn’t be strong unless she was hard and violent, and now she embraces only that as her identity. She stands with her shoulders straight and pulled back so she could balance the chips on them. She didn’t have to smile to be pretty, but he wondered if she still knew how to express joy. The anvil upon which she was forged, hammered by tragedy and pain, was one that turned out a hardened woman who feared and loathed any softness that once brought balance to her life. Rowan was the only son in a family of twelve, and with his wife, he had only daughters, so in Kat, he saw effortlessly through the front she fought to maintain.

Of course, he couldn’t let onto that.

“Right. Well, the point is, when I tell ya to be here at seven, I expect you to be here. Anyone you ever work for, will expect you to be on time. I am relying on you, Kat. Sure, I got you sharpening axes and chisels most the time, but its work that needs done. And cleanin’ up, well, until I can hire another kid to do it, I need you to. We’ve been busy and what you are doing is just as important as anything else. Next week, I gotta get you to help me make hinges. They’ve got a new garrison going up in Westfall, so the order’s big. We just need to get through the mason contract this week and they must take care of their own chisels this fall while the garrison is getting fitted out. Alright? I need you here, Kat.”

For just a moment he could see the softness she hated in her eyes, and he just looked away while it passed. She tried to hate him sometimes, and he knew it. Rowan also knew he wasn’t the source of her hatred but simply the focus. Kat wanted to hate him for the ways he reminded her of her father. She wanted to loathe him for the ways he was gentle with her and the way he made her feel vulnerable. Those were the times when she would lash out, so Rowan learned fast how best to let her burn out.

“Now get to it. Don’t be late again,” he grunted before she could say a word.

She was still angry, but at least it was anger she chose. She made a gesture and rolled her eyes before stomping to her station. Her reaction brought a sigh of relief from Rowan, though. She was a woman who saw things in shades of rage, and while he wanted her to find happiness, he respected her perspective.

At five bells, the streets of the laboring districts flowed with workers who had been released for the day. All manner of makers and civil servants marched out to the canals and beyond to the hovels and houses they called home. Harris Pent blended in perfectly among them.

However, Harris wasn’t like them.

The crowds were all retreating from their jobs, but the pale, lanky northerner would argue he was just starting his work for the day. He passed between people with a soft grunt of apology when he bumped into them and focused on the horizon with the same tired stare, but in truth he was neither sorry nor tired. Every time he contacted another person; his wage increased. His deft fingers found loose coins and unattended jewelry as easily as others found solid footing on the cobbled streets. He could pick pockets and locks with his eyes closed.

However, he was suddenly reminded that it was a bad idea to do so.

His fingers dipped into a vest pocket as he bumped into small woman, but when he tried to remove it, bounty in hand, he felt a vice close around his wrist. The small figure twisted his arm awkwardly and slammed him into the nearby wall. He put on a charming smile, but it melted as he found those olive-hazel gaze locked on him.

“Helkat! I was—”

“Save it, shit head. What the fuck did I tell ya about robbin’ workin’ folks,” Kat hissed, still holding his arm painfully to the side.

“I was only picking out the rich looking ones!”

Her brows dropped and her lips pursed, and the deadpan expression inspired the man to squirm and think about his words. When Harris realized his mistake, he started talking again.

“Okay! Fine. I’m sorry, hun. It is really hard getting close to those rich pricks, though. I need to eat.”

“Then get a fuckin’ job,” Kat snapped. She let go of his wrist and made sure her lighter was still in her pocket. “Takin’ money from these folks only hurts ‘em. Stick it to the fuckin nobles, or start huntin’ for a job like the rest of us.”

“Right. Sorry, Helkat.”

Kat only grunted in response as she pulled out a cigarette case and pulled one free. As soon as it was tucked into her pierced lips, she could sense the question on her companion’s tongue and offered him as well. She used the lighter he tried to steal to light both of their smokes and started towards Old Town again.

“When did you eat last?” She asked gruffly.

Harris paused to give it some thought. If she was anyone else, he would give a sob story to get some free food and maybe some cash. However, he liked Kat. She was humble and smart. She was a survivor. She was his only real friend, and she meant a lot to him.

Kat was anything but ‘anyone else.’

“This morning. I conned breakfast out of a cute Night Elf. She’s clearly new to the city, but I didn’t rob her.” He added the last bit quickly and defensively, earning a dry huff of amusement from his companion.

“Let’s go get somethin’ to eat. I got paid today so I can get yours,” she nodded as she directed them down the alleys to the Pig and Whistle. “I need you to do something for me, though.”

“Yea? What’s up? Wait. You aren’t going to ask me to beat up the guy who did that to you, are you?”

For a tall man, Harris could move quick, evading the anticipated slap from Kat as he snickered about the joke he could only share with her.

“No, you fuck,” she snorted in reply, cracking a wan smile. “No. I need ya find me another fight, actually. You did real good last time. It was a bit of a challenge, but the bids were against me. I need another one like that so I can get out of the shit hole I am livin in.”

“Don’t you think you should lay low for a bit? People were pretty upset last night about losing all that money on a ‘sure thing’. You have a lot of people angry at you. If you take another fight and flip the table, you may get yourself killed.”

His concern was genuine, and even though she scowled at him, he expressed it. It was his one act of defiance with her. He cared and he wasn’t going to stop caring even if he knew they would only ever be friends.

“Look, I get it and I welcome anyone to fuckin’ try, but Harris, I’ve been squattin’ in that place for over a year and I think people are catchin’ on that it ain’t empty. The lock I put in’s got scratches on it, like someone tried to pick it. I gotta get out because I can’t live like that. So, find me a fight. Head out to Redridge if you can. I’ll give you the coin to rent a horse so you don’t gotta walk.”

Harris was quiet as he took the last drag off his cigarette and tossed the spent end to the cobbles with a defeated sigh.

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do. Give me four days. I’ll have something for this coming weekend.”

“Great. Now, lets get something to eat. I’m starvin’!”

“You’re always starving,” Harris laughed as he jogged ahead to get the door for her.

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Hours later, Kat stumbled drunk up the exterior access to the second floor of the butcher shop on the canals. The stairs were handy from a rear alley, so she never had to worry about guards questioning her ascent to the abandoned apartment on the second story. The whole building had made the front page of the local paper when it had been gutted by rioters a few years before Kat moved to Stormwind, and while the butcher had restored the shop, he left the second floor in a sorry state. The floor was weak, and the windows had their glass replaced with boards. The walls were burnt in places and the whole area smelled of smoke even years later. However, Kat didn’t mind. It was free and it was home.

“Hey, Kat, you gonna be alright?” Harris slurred as his companion came to stop at the door.

“Shut up,” she hissed, sounding instantly sober.

Her key was still in hand, never touching the lock, but with her free hand she pushed the door open easily. As the light of the moon reflected off the shattered lock, the man also found a bit of foul clarity.

“Oi, Kat, maybe we don’t go…”

Before Harris could finish, she was already storming across the room. He surveyed the flat in her wake and knew instantly that the culprits were no longer there. It was a smash and grab, and they left very little of the sparse space untouched.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” he sighed. Harris felt a bit of guilt knowing he had taken part in robberies like this in the past. It was a very different experience to be on this side of things.

“Just…head back to your place,” Kat rumbled without turning to look at him. “I gotta see if they got in my stashes and I’ll find an inn room. It’s fine. Go on.”

“You sure? You can stay with me…”

“Go on, Harris. I need to get shit and get out.”

With a heavy heart, the man nodded and turned to head out. As he went, he did his best to pull the door closed. The lock and latch were both broken, so it didn’t stay closed, but it offered Kat a bit of privacy.

When she was certain she was alone, she dropped to her knees. Tears were streaming down her face and her face was red with the effort it took not to scream. She could see from where she had been standing that her two cash stashes were empty and the stash, she kept in the floor was untouched but the items within held no value to anyone but her. Kat arrived in Stormwind nothing and she fought tooth and nail for the small piece of the world she had carved out for herself. But now she had nothing again.

Worse though was that she chose that drafty, broken house of nothing over Home. She wouldn’t accept defeat. She dragged herself onto the tossed mattress, collected her blankets around her, and clung to the hammer under her pillow. She defiantly and definitively chose nothing.

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tenecity · 6 years

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zhangjun

was listening to the sam willows; for love and just suddenly had the urge to write so welp here you go.

for love, by the sam willows

masterlist

zikun: 1 2

cr.@aestheticninepercent for being an amazing BUB AGAIN

❝ too many nights spent home alone, with your laughter in the air ❞

Zhangjing and Yanjun. Yanjun and Zhangjing. It always been like this. Yanjun and Zhangjing, Zhangjing and Yanjun. Inseparable.

At first, they just bickered a lot.

“Zhangjing, what’s that you’re eating?”

“....” Zhangjing just glares at Yanjun. “Oh come on! You’re supposed to be my best friend. Don’t tell the staff about this, pretty please? I will give you half of the noodles, I promise.” Zhangjing says as he pleads, eyelashes fluttering ridiculously, hugging his cup noodles tightly to his chest. Yanjun rolls his eyes and pretends to brush him off, but in reality, the pumping of his heart at how long Zhangjing’s eyelashes are and how absolutely endearing the other boy is, causes a flush to spread across Yanjun’s pale cheeks.

Yanjun tells lame jokes, Zhangjing laughs at me. That’s how it works i don’t make the rules. Soon enough, things go the other way round, and Zhangjing becomes pretty much the only reason why Yanjun would laugh hard and high pitched, especially when Zhangjing does something really stupid. For example, walking into a pole.

“Yanjun, stop laughing! Come comfort me.” The elder pouts as he winces when his hand comes into contact with the bruised spot. Yanjun only chuckles and laughs, telling the rest of the Nine Percent members, and Banana trainees (by text) how idiotic the boy is.

Zhangjing, also finds himself generally happier and uncontrollably smiling when around the boy, as compared to when he was with the other members. The edges of his mouth twitch as he tries (but fails) to look at Yanjun sternly as the younger waves a Harry Potter wand at him. He ends up grinning, lips pulling into a cheshire grin, laughing till his voice changes pitch.

However, the closer they get, the more Zhangjing finds himself worrying.

“Yanjun, you were, and still are sick, you had a fever just this morning. Why do you have to over exert yourself and ask a bloody heavy child like Fan Chengcheng to sit on your back while you were doing push ups?” Zhangjing is practically glowering with anger right now, hands on his hips, eyes dark as they flash anger. His heart had ached so much, when he saw beads of cold sweat forming on Yanjun’s forehead as he did the push ups, looking significantly paler than he was 5 minutes before.

“I can’t give up my perfect, handsome image, all just because I’m sick!” Yanjun tries to lift up the atmosphere but to no avail. Zhangjing’s expression only darkens. “Are you kidding me right now Lin Yanjun? Don’t you know your limits?” The boy was so angry that he pushed Yanjun, causing the Taiwanese’s legs to hit against the bed and plop down on the soft mattress. Zhangjing points his finger as he jabs at Yanjun’s muscular chest. “Know your limits. Stop hurting yourself. You come first.” The last parts come out as a whisper and colour paints Zhangjing’s cheeks as he realises what he just said.

His chocolate brown eyes travel from his finger to Yanjun’s umber brown ones. They stare back at Zhangjing’s irises with such intensity, that Zhangjing almost reels back, but is stopped by a hand at his elbow. Yanjun’s lips form a smirk and his voice is low and smooth, sending shivers down Zhangjing’s spine. “Is You Zhangjing, who never cared about anything besides singing and food, concerned about me?” “Shut up, Lin Yanjun.”

Still smirking, Yanjun continues taunting. “So I come first?” His eyes challenge Zhangjing’s own eyes and the elder doesn’t back down.

“So you care-”

“Just shut up Lin Yanjun.”

Before he knows it, Zhangjing’s lips are on his, soft, sweet and biteable. A soft whimper escapes the elder’s mouth as Yanjun does just that. Sparks fly at every contact they make, at every corner of their mouths, at every swipe of a tongue. Yanjun feels light headed, whether from the fever or the expert mouth of Zhangjing’s, he doesn’t know. At that, he quickly pulls away.

“Zhangjing, are you stupid? You’re going to get sick like this.” Yanjun fusses as he quickly gets up and pours Zhangjing a glass of water and passes the flushed Malaysian vitamin Cs. A wicked smile makes it way to Zhangjing’s face. He pouts and shakes his head, refusing to eat the vitamin Cs. “Zhangjing, you’re not five. Hurry and eat it, my hand’s tired.”

“I’ll eat it if you feed it to me with your mouth.” Yanjun rolls his eyes as he blushes. He never thought Zhangjing can be so open about his thoughts.

That’s how the rest of Nine Percent found them, kissing, laughing, trying hard to not spit out the vitamin C.

That’s how it’s been like ever since. Late night kisses, midnight make out sessions, caresses, touches, physical contact. But Yanjun never said a single “I love you” or confirmed with Zhangjing that they were in a relationship. Zhangjing never spoke a word about it either, because he didn’t find it necessary. He was fine with how they were, somewhere in between best friends and lovers, with some strings attached. His heart lurches every time Yanjun brushes his fingers over his, every time he catches Yanjun staring at him, every time Yanjun’s dimples appear.

But it just wasn’t enough for Zhangjing. He is greedy. He admits it. He wants Yanjun, he wants the whole world know this beautiful boy was his, nobody else’s. He wanted to tell Yanjun how much he loved him, not just for his pretty face or perfect body, but for his upbeat, firm, solid personality. He longed to whisper love songs to Yanjun instead of sweet nothings that meant absolutely nothing.

But he knows Yanjun is a completely non committal person. He doesn’t commit to relationships. He likes the idea that he has someone, but there is no full commitment. “Burden” he had once told Zhangjing. That was how he felt about relationships. His girlfriends had never lasted more than a month. His incessant flirting was evidence for that. He would flirt with anyone, even a dustbin for god’s sake, and everyone flushes under his words, everyone wants Yanjun’s attention and the boy gives out his affections freely.

Zhangjing can’t help but feel a sour taste in his mouth as he sees Yanjun shamelessly flirt with Xukun, completely oblivious to a glowering Ziyi and a Zhangjing whose eyes are sending him daggers.

He can’t do this anymore. It is either he has all of Yanjun, or none of it. Having something that is half-hearted, incomplete, is too painful. This push and pull game, this constant insecure feeling, this fear; Zhangjing’s heart and mind can only take this much. This is too much.

Maybe because he love Yanjun so much, maybe it is because he wants Yanjun to love him back equally, that his heart is at the verge of breaking, because he knows the possibility of that happening is a naught. He can’t afford an emotional breakdown. He is terrible at faking happiness; his fans would know something is wrong and create chaos about it.

No, he needs to break it off now. It’s now or never.

Zhangjing goes to bed early, his breath hitching when the bed finally dips down and a body is clinging onto his small frame.

“Zhangjing…” the whispers causes Zhangjing to bite back a whimper. Hot breath fans across the nape of his neck and he shivers at that mere gesture. No, if Yanjun has so much control of him, even a single breath can send Zhangjing to his knees, then no, Zhangjing can’t continue this. He can’t lose control over himself, he can’t lose control to someone who is likely to be temporary.

Lips are sucking along his pale neck, the chapped texture grazing over the skin, causing the hairs to stand. Yanjun’s hands roam under Zhangjing’s t-shirt, like how they do every night. Only, tonight, it’s going to be different.

“Yanjun, stop.” His voice is too weak, Zhangjing mentally scolds himself. Yanjun misinterprets it as a silent plea for more, so his lips sink down on the milky white skin, marring the flesh.

“Yanjun, I said stop.” Tears almost choke him. But Yanjun doesn’t stop, completely misinterpreting anything and he shifts, allowing his lips to trace the obvious collarbones of Zhangjing’s.

It wasn’t until he want back to give Zhangjing’s lips a peck does he taste salty water droplets and realises Zhangjing’s silent cries.

“Zhangjing, what’s-”

“I said stop.” The elder pulls himself up to a sitting position, swinging his feet over the bed.

“Let’s stop this.”

Yanjun knows exactly what Zhangjing is talking about, and he’s confused. He refuses to believe it. So he asks softly, as if, perhaps, telling Zhangjing to stop joking around. “Stop what?”

Zhangjing’s eyes glisten with tears as he looks back at Yanjun, his brows furrowed and hurt, pain and anguish is spelt on his face.

Yanjun doesn’t receive an answer.

Zhangjing slept outside that night. All the members knew about it. But they daren’t ask about it, when they saw the pained expression on Zhangjing’s face and Yanjun’s lips set in a thin line during breakfast.

That’s why Nongnong had agreed immediately, without questioning, to move into Zhangjing’s previous room.

“What are you doing here?” The sharp words make Nongnong flinch. God, he hates being in between couples, but he sucks it up because his mother is sad, for tian’s sake.

“Zhangjing asked me to change rooms with him.”

“He doesn’t get to bloody choose.” Yanjun’s voice raises a notch and he stomps out of the room, pounding hard on Xiao Gui’s room’s door. “You Zhangjing! You don’t just get to change rooms like this.”

His hand is raised to send down another pound when the person he wants to see steps out. “Zhangjing-”

“Yanjun, go back to your room.” The boy is surprisingly calm and unfazed by the glare Yanjun is sending him.

“You Zhangjing-” Yanjun’s eyes are shining with warning but Zhangjing can see right through hin. He sees a boy, a child, tears running down his face. Why, why, why? Breathe, Zhangjing, breathe.

“Lin Yanjun, go back to your room.” The leader stands right behind Yanjun, pulling the upset boy away from the trembling Malaysian.

Zhangjing takes in a deep breath. No, don’t give in.

The room feels empty. Too empty. Nongnong’s things fill the space, but it is still empty. There is no Zhangjing’s laughter bouncing off the walls, no whimpers ringing in his ears, no one to cuddle with during the night, no one to tell lame jokes to, no one to scold, no one to tease, no one to whine to,

no one to love.

Yanjun is an oblivious idiot. He never knew that he loved Zhangjing. He thought the sweet, aching feeling at the pit of his stomach whenever his eyes traced the Malaysian’s soft features that were bathed in morning light, was just because he ate something wrong. He thought the hiccup he felt when Zhangjing brushed hands with him was because he was thirsty. He thought that having his eyes glued onto Zhangjing, noticing every single thing about him was normal amongst friends. Apparently not.

He never knew until it all became so damn obvious.

“Hi, may I take your order?”

“Yes, um, one caffe latte, one caffe mocha, one double shot espresso, um,” Yanjun squints at the list. “Ziyi, what’s this that you wrote?” Ziyi glances over and then, with a soft smile of his face, recites it like he learnt it by heart. “Iced hazelnut macchiato, more ice, double hazelnut syrup.” Yanjun raises his eyebrow. “It’s Xukun’s order.” Yanjun nods knowingly. Of course Ziyi would know Xukun’s order. “Any more, sirs?”

“Yes. One doppio espresso mocha, Grande, with extra chocolate and extra milk foam. That’s all. Thank you.” He takes the receipt and walks to the next counter to get his drinks. It’s Ziyi’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “Didn’t know you were a specific kind of guy, Yanjun.” Yanjun shrugs, replying nonchalantly. “Oh, it’s not for me, it’s for-” The name dies on his lips. OH. Oh. oh.

Ziyi knows Xukun’s coffee order.

Only lovers would know each other’s coffee orders.

And Yanjun knows a certain someone’s coffee order.

The realisation is like a hit in the gut.

Yanjun tries to ignore the pain but it’s a bit hard to pretend that his heart is not being wrenched out of his chest when he sees Zhangjing throwing his head back in laughter; laughter not for his jokes, but for someone else’s.

Nights feel emptier and emptier. The soft snores of Nongnong don’t compare to the small puffs of breaths Zhangjing gives when he is in deep sleep. Yanjun stares at the moon lit ceiling. He used to stare at that ceiling with Zhangjing in his arms.

But the side of his bed that once belonged to Zhangjing is cold and empty.

Nothing seems fun anymore, nothing seems to have a purpose. He watches helplessly as Zhangjing gets carried bridal style by Nongnong. His heartstring are about to snap. He listlessly practices, listlessly answers interview questions, listlessly participate in group activities. It’s not just the pain, it’s the lack of sleep too. How many nights did he spend reminiscing how Zhangjing’s lips felt like? How many nights did he spend recalling all the times Zhangjing laughed and it was like the sweetest melody to his ears? How many nights did he spend thinking about the times he still had Zhangjing? Past tense, past tense, past tense.

And now he is left with nothing, because Zhangjing was avoiding him like the plague, barely sparing him a glance.

❝ how many nights has he spent alone, with Zhangjing’s laughter left in the air,

like a fond distant memory?❞

❝ if it hurts bleed it out on this guitar ❞

Everyone in the group could feel the shift in dynamics. But no one said a word about it. That’s life isn’t it, people come and go, move and shift, constantly never in the same place.

But Zhangjing doesn’t want Yanjun to just come and go, move and shift, constantly never by his side. Yanjun is not a passerby, Yanjun was supposed to stay.

Why did he let go?

He had thought maybe, just maybe, Yanjun would come running to him, apologises spilling out from his mouth, kissing him, whispering “I love you”. But none of that happened. Yanjun just went on with life, the same nonchalant expression, as if unfazed by the recent events, like they didn’t matter at all.

Was he not worth something, for Yanjun to do something about the situation?

He poured his heart out to the ever listening leader and Xukun’s hands rub Zhangjing’s back as he sobs, waves of sadness crashing on his body. “Zhangjing, Zhangjing, hey, listen to me. Do you want Yanjun or not?”

Zhangjing looks at Xukun, slightly distorted. Of course he wants Yanjun.

“Then why did you let him go?”

Everyone in the group could feel the shift in dynamics. But no one said a word about it. That’s life isn’t it, people come and go, move and shift, constantly never in the same place.

But Yanjun doesn’t want Zhangjing to just come and go, move and shift, constantly never by his side. Zhangjing is not a passerby, Zhangjing was supposed to stay.

What happened?

Did he not give enough?

He poured his heart out to the ever listening leader and Xukun’s hands rub Yanjun’s back as he sobs, waves of sadness crashing on his body. “Yanjun, Yanjun, hey, listen to me. Do you want Zhangjing or not?”

Yanjun looks at Xukun, slightly distorted. Of course he wants Zhangjing.

“Then why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

So he’s going to do something about it. If he doesn’t do anything to get Zhangjing back, he will regret it, forever.

So he practicing, playing the guitar, strumming as he drowns himself in the lyrics of ‘You exist in my song’.

“你就这样出现在我的世界里，带给我惊喜，情不自已

(you appeared in my world as you did, bringing me a pleasant surprise, that I couldn’t resist.)

可是你偏又这样，在我不知不觉中

(but you had to be like this, without me knowing,)

悄悄的消失，从我的世界里，没有音讯，剩下的只是回忆”

(you quietly disappeared, from my world, without a word leaving behind only my memories)

Muffled crying can be heard at the doorway and Yanjun whips around, only to see a glimpse of Zhangjing.

He runs after the smaller boy, like his life depends on it, hot tears evaporating as the cold wind cuts his face.

“Zhangjing, Zhangjing, wait.” Yanjun is almost breathless as he crashes into Zhangjing, spinning the Malaysian around, lips ghosting over the other’s, hot breath fanning the flushed cheeks of the elder.

“I love you.”

See, Yanjun. Was it that hard to say those three words?

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