especially since he usually says it for the dumbest questions ever

Let it Snow

-SNOWBAZ

For the @carryon-countdown prompt (Nov 12th)

Summary:  Sometimes, Simon wanted to wrap him in his arms and soothe him to sleep. Sometimes he just wanted to join him and cry together. But he couldn’t. Because Dr. Pitch was like snow. Simon could only admire him from the other side of the glass. As close as he may look, he was absolutely unreachable.

Word count: ~1.8k

Tags: Fluff, pining, doctor/patient

It had been years since it had last snowed in London. Yes, at least once a year you could see little snowflakes falling from the sky, but it had been a long time since it last really snowed.

Simon could spend hours just watching the snow fall, from the other side of the old, hospital window. It was hypnotizing. It was cold but Simon didn’t care, he was always warm.

“I hate snow,” his doctor, always a rather silent companion, said beside him. Dr. Pitch, a young man probably Simon’s age. Must have been a brilliant student to work as an oncologist at such a young age, Simon thought.

Dr. Pitch was a rare creature. When he was around, Simon was suddenly surrounded by a cold but somehow soothing feeling. Just like with snow. Simon called it the Dr. Pitch effect. He didn’t talk much, but his presence alone was overwhelming.

Simon liked to play a game in his head in which he imagined Dr. Pitch’s regular life outside the hospital. He’d imagine him doing the most mundane chores, like cleaning. Simon was sure Dr. Pitch had an obsession with cleanliness. And that he liked to cook—especially for breakfast. He’d imagine him burning his toasts, just for the simple fun of it, not because he thought he was the kind of bloke to actually burn his toasts. No. Dr. Pitch wasn’t like any kind of guy. He appeared to be cold-hearted, distant. But he wasn’t.

Some nights, Simon could feel Dr. Pitch’s presence at the other end of the room. Probably thinking Simon was fast asleep. Some nights he could hear him crying in silence. 

What a lonely man he was.

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natalya911  asked:

is the request open? if yes, may i have headcanons for fem!Dazai,fem!Atsushi,fem!Ranpo,and fem!Chuuya?

(They’re going to be ladies all throughout; i.e. not male Atsushi and female Dazai interacting, but both female Atsushi and female Dazai)

Dazai Osamu

  • Dazai is the most annoying person you will ever have the displeasure of following on social media. Any page made by her, ever, is just a solid wall of memes, the occasional selfie (all of which showcase her newest fabulous suicide attempt; there’s at least two of her, fully clothed, in a bathtub, a toaster dangling above the water), and candid shots of unsuspecting ADA members. These are always accompanied by an astonishingly demoralizing caption and at least four crying-laugh emojis. Dazai also shares the dumbest ‘justgirlythings’ posts she can find and pretends to get personally offended when people question them.
  • Whether she actually likes them, or is just wearing them as a joke, Dazai has a museum-worthy collection of pants with print on the ass. Her favorite is the ‘are you nasty’ booty shorts and she always tries to wear them on Casual Friday. (Naturally, Fukuzawa puts a stop to her less-than-work-appropriate clothing as soon as possible. Dazai’s bitter, Kunikida’s relieved that there’s at least some semblance of law and order in the ADA, and Atsushi… well. She’s just baffled about who even makes something like that.)
  • Dazai makes a lot of dick jokes despite not actually having a penis. Everyone’s heard her tasteless “Not now, boner” quip a minimum of three times, and she especially likes to expose Kunikida to this humor because of how flustered he gets. Dazai also chants a lot of male-geared songs (think ‘Dick in a Box’). For someone who doesn’t have a penis, she brags about it quite often.
  • Dazai often says ‘I woke up like this’ when complimented. She does not, in fact, ever wake up like that. Although it doesn’t take much personal effort or grooming for Dazai to look like a goddess, she still needs to put in some work to be flawless. Her whole morning routine takes a little more than half an hour, but she swears up and down she simply rolls out of bed looking perfect.
  • Dazai’s the girl that observes no personal space whatsoever when it comes to other ladies. Unless she specifically doesn’t like someone, she’s usually standing mere inches away, using their shoulder as an armrest, slouching against them while she’s sitting. These gestures aren’t overtly flirtatious, but Dazai’s just open enough with other girls to get them wondering. Does she swing that way? She’s never expressly said, but her nails are usually pretty short…
  • If you’re going clubbing, Dazai is the lady you need to go with. Not is she completely immune to getting white-girl wasted (although she’s a bit rowdier, Dazai is, all in all, a relatively composed drunk), she can swing free drinks for every single girl at the bar with her. Plus, she’s got a near enycolpediac knowledge of date-rape drugs, and she’s prepared to absolutely wreck any guy that tries something funny.
  • Dazai is the master of starting drama and does so often. She doesn’t mind being in the center, but her favorite place is along the sidelines where she can observe everything. Dazai sets up a juicy situation, waits for the victims to get into it, and sits back with a bucket of popcorn.
  • Whenever someone she’s not interested in asks for her number, she writes down Kunikida’s. Unless they’re really being a grade-A asshole about it. Then she’ll give them Chuuya’s number.

Nakajima Atsushi

  • By all appearances, Atsushi’s quite the stereotypical hipster. There’s not much in her closet other than baggy sweaters and pastel colors, and her interior decoration isn’t much different. There’s a few cacti scattered around on windowsills, along with things she bought just because they looked cute. Atsushi’s got an expansive collection of plushies and puffy stickers. Despite all of this, she’s a bit confused if someone accuses her of being a hipster; Atsushi’s practically blind to the physical evidence, and besides, she doesn’t act like one. She’s not near pretentious enough.
  • Atsushi’s quite self-conscious about her body, especially her chest. If a girl’s got large breasts, Atsushi’s going to notice; even if she tries to concentrate fully on a conversation, her eyes will naturally wander, focusing on what she wishes she had. Despite this, she considers push-up bras a bit too brazen of a solution; she bought one once, on a whim, and it’s remained stuffed in a drawer ever since. 
  • Atsushi can always be counted on to spare a tampon. You’ll need to say flat-out if you need one, because all of the seemingly obvious hinting does nothing to lead her to the right conclusion. She’ll blush a bit, stutter a few embarrassed ‘oh’s (especially if you’ve been trying to get her to pick up your subtle hints for awhile) and dig into her purse for an extra. Even if the stowed-away package is her last one, and she’s on her period herself, Atsushi still gives it to you.
  • It’s an accident, but Atsushi ends up personifying anything and everything basic sometimes. She’s completely unaware that knockoff Uggs, cinnamon-spice lattes, and anything from the gluten-free menu is seen in a negative light. If Dazai’s not there to poke fun at her, Atsushi indulges in all of the classic white-girl luxuries, none the wiser as to her hipster tendencies.
  • Atsushi loves playing with hair. She’s a bit rubbish at styling her own, but if there’s someone else around that gives the go-ahead, her fingers are instantly going to be trailing their scalp. Typically, Atsushi sticks with simple things like braids or head massages, but if she’s got plenty of extra time and bobby pins, she’ll try twisting their hair into something more complicated. Even though it always ends up gorgeous, Atsushi always undoes it after she’s done, unless her subject specifically orders her to leave it alone.

Edogawa Ranpo

  • Most forms of grace or manners are entirely lost on Ranpo. It’s not like she goes out of her way to be rude, and she’ll contain many gross breaches of conduct, like burps or blowing her nose in front of others. Posture, though, is a lost cause. Ranpo’s always caught slouching, arms crossed behind her head and feet propped up, legs spread far, on whatever surface is closest. Whenever someone suggests she cross her legs, she just pouts. Sometimes, the only way to escape a glance of Ranpo’s thighs, or even underwear, depending on how high her feet are propped, is to simply not look.
  • Ranpo’s either dressed in a skirt and tights or sweatpants. There’s no in between. The fashion aspect has little to do with it, although she does like how cute she looks sporting a flirty skirt. Usually, she just throws on whatever’s clean.
  • Ranpo’s shaved probably twice in her entire life. It’s not that she’s against the act; in fact, she loves that her legs are so soft and smooth without hair. Despite this, she simply can’t be bothered to put in the effort. Shaving takes forever, after all, and she could be doing much better things (eating candy or solving murders. Either works) with her time. Of course, the longer she puts the razor off, the thicker her leg-hair jungle gets, and the more time-consuming cutting back the growth gets. It’s a vicious cycle. If the hair gets too bad, Ranpo whines at one of her ADA coworkers to bring her to a salon so that she can get her legs waxed. (Usually, it’s a lady, but once Yosano was completely occupied and Dazai and Atsushi were working a case together, so the burden fell to Kunikida. Needless to say, not his favorite day on the job.)
  • Whenever someone’s trying to flirt with Ranpo, she’s completely oblivious. Someone buys her morning coffee for her? Well, it’s just because she’s the greatest detective, and they’re showing their appreciation. Someone subtly slips her their number? They probably have a case that needs solving, and they’re trying to let her know to reach them, if she has some spare time.
  • As opposed to Dazai, Ranpo does actually ‘wake up like this’. She can roll out of bed looking ready for the runway, fuzzy pajama pants and all. About the only thing Ranpo does to keep up appearances is brush her teeth; the rest just sort of falls into place. Nobody can rock the cute, messy look like Ranpo can.
  • None of Ranpo’s pants have pockets in them. She’s always fooled by the fake-opening trick, and in the rare occasions that she does any shopping, she always forgets to check to make sure there’s actually a pocket underneath the lining. Of course, she never holds on to receipts; even if she did, she’s too lazy to return anything. Whenever she’s wearing a pair of the pocket-less pants she refuses to shut up about it. Everyone is going to hear about how shitty her sans-pocket pants are.

Nakahara Chuuya

  • Chuuya considers herself a femme fatale, and judging by first appearances, you’d probably think so, too. She’s a sex bomb and she’s entirely aware of it. Chuuya doesn’t walk, she struts: chin up, back straight, eyes steely. The confidence simply radiates. Despite her self-assurance, she’s still a dork. You’d never know unless you hung out with her, though, and she doesn’t even fully realize it herself.
  • She keeps it light and classy, but Chuuya’s a makeup goddess. After one too many times of a young Chuuya breaking into Kouyou’s lipstick and absolutely covering everything in red stains, the woman taught her young maquillage enthusiast how to properly apply it. Since then, Chuuya’s tackled a little bit of everything; she’s got a firm handle on everything from contouring to false eyelashes, though she prefers only scant makeup for the day-to-day. Like Kouyou, she’s drawn to red lipstick, and isn’t caught dead without winged eyeliner on.
  • Chuuya is the rare breed of lady that can sprint with high heels on. She doesn’t usually wear heels; she’s practical, after all, and stilettos aren’t necessary on missions. When she wants to show off, though, she’ll pop on a pair of pumps and flaunt her parkour skills.
  • Chuuya’s wardrobe radiates class, and her ‘casual’ wear is nothing short of acceptable for a five-star restaurant. There’s barely any pants to be seen in her closet; it’s all dresses. She’s got a personal tailor, and he’s wary to sew anything else for fear that she’ll scoff because it simply isn’t classy enough.
  • Chuuya has entire drawers brimming with sexy lingerie. Most of it is lace, although there’s leather here-and-there for when she’s looking for something out of the ordinary. Despite the veritable underwear museum, she’s not usually wearing something sexy under her clothes. More often than not, she’s got standard cotton panties on, and mismatches bras and underwear a lot more often than you’d expect. Chuuya only breaks out the naughty wear if she’s in a very particular mood.
  • Ever the romantic, Chuuya often daydreams about her dream partner sweeping her off her feet and whisking her to paradise. Despite that desire, she’d probably slice anyone who tried seducing her. Anyone who wants a chance with Chuuya will have to simply drop hints as to their intent and let her come to them.
Game of Thrones: 7x06 Review

The Suicide Squad: 

Originally posted by hardyness


This is by far the best part of the episode, and if I’m honest it’s the only believable part of the episode. Jon, Tormund, Jorah, Gentry, The Hound, Thoros of Myr and Beric Dondarion needs to have their own buddy comedy, where they travel the world and kill evil things to together. The chemistry between the group was on point and made for easy and enjoyable watching. 

The Hound and Tormund: Comedic Gold.  

Originally posted by abadlands

The scenes between Jon and Jorah: on point, poignant, and heartfelt. Especially Jon’s face after Jorah gave him back the sword telling him that i would serve him and his children well. 

Originally posted by thepathtovalhalla

The look on Jon’s face, utter shock. He never thought about having children before, how could he. He has been so focused on the people of Westeros’s future he never stopped to consider one for himself. 

Then of course as I knew it would everything went to shit. 

Jon Snow and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Plan AKA The Wight Hunt 

Originally posted by hardyness

This is by far the dumbest idea Jon has ever had, and he’s had some pretty stupid ones. In what world do seven men, five of whom who’ve never been North of the Wall, capture one soldier off an ice zombie army and just quietly and quickly slip back down south of The Wall. 

Originally posted by viedifsi

In no world as was clearly shown to us. 7 men vs. 100,000 plus ice zombies and 3 nigh un-killable White Walkers, they were fucked. Sitting there on their tiny rock waiting to die. 

Originally posted by allreactions

Jon sending Gendry back to the Wall to send a raven to Daenerys because he’s the fastest? 

Originally posted by allmyworry

I’m sorry what kind of logic is that? Did Gendry turn half roadrunner since the last episode. Some one needs to inform Jon Gendry is good at rowing. Not running. Also, apparently getting turned into a zombie polar bear’s chew toy won’t immediately kill you, RIP Thoros of Myr. Shit just got real for Beric Dondarion, the is his last life. 

And who comes to save the day? Dany and her dragons. How the overgrown lizard Queen  got the message from Eastwatch and made it up to save the day so fast is beyond me but that plothole is the least offensive one this episode so I’m just gonna let it go. Anyway Dany swoops in on Drogon with Viserion and Rhaegal riding bitch (as per usual, Drogon has always been her fav.). They light the army up like something out of Die Hard and everyone loads up on Drogon’s back to peace out. Everyone except for…… you guessed it Jon. He was to busy killing zombies to be bothered to fly to safety. 

Originally posted by coquillages-crustaces-et-moi

Meanwhile, The Night King who in a another life could enter the Westeros Olympics for Javelin throwing , harpooned Viserion wand he went crashing to the ground in a ball of scales and flames. And I have to say I felt bad. Not for Daenerys, but for Viserion (and Rhaegal) . Who have never been treated with the same love and devotion by their Mother, as she shows. As soon as Viserion and Rhaegal acted out they were locked away and largely forgotten about until Tyrion rescued them and Daenerys decided she needed him. 

RIP Viserion, you deserved better. Hopefully the Night King will treat you with the lone and respect you deserve. 

Originally posted by iheartgot

Sidenote: Let the congregation  keep in mind Rhaegal and start a prayer circle so that he may find his his way to Jon as soon as possible.  

Originally posted by mysuunandstars

Jon still hasn’t gotten on the Drogon by this point.  The NK sets up to throw another javelin and Jon charges and is knocked in to the icy water;dragged to the depths. His sword did some weird Beauty and the Beast animated inanimate object shit when he made it to the surface. Weird, not sure what that means. More prophecy stuff probably. Still Jon turns to fight the WW barely able to hold his sword up and faces certain death. Except:

Originally posted by justiintaylor

UNCLE BENJEN!!!! Let me just say that Benjen”There’s no Time” Stark has saved  his nephews dumb asses, and continued fighting for the living, doing his duty without wavering or complaint.  You are a true hero and you have brought honor to your house. RIP Benjen Stark.

Thanks to Uncle Benjen, Jon makes it back to Eastwatch and safety. Next scene we see is him being undressed by Davos who is trying to combat the hypothermia. Has it  occurred to anyone else  that Davos has seen Jon naked more than anyone on this show? Lucky guy. Daenerys is seen eavesdropping and look on in absolute shock and amazement at Jon’s stab wounds or his abs. Probably both because lets face it: 

Originally posted by fykitharingtonn

Originally posted by siriaslee

 Body be banging! Abs for days on that one. 

Jon comes to, with Daenerys at his bedside. His first words to her “I’m sorry.” You should be. Jon I love you, you are my sun and stars, my hopes for the future of Westeros rise and set with you but

Originally posted by steals-dreams

 Like your father,(The Dragon Prince)  before you, you are single-minded when you are pursuing your aims. To both your detriment, you don’t see all possible outcomes only the one that you want to come true. It got your father killed, it got you killed, you’d think you’d of learnt your lesson. 

Originally posted by goodreadsgifs


Daenerys doesn’t blame Jon but instead tells him she will fight the Night’s King and white walker army. She needed to see to believe. I call bullshit but more on that later. Jon takes her hand in sympathy as she cries, he thanks her and then calls her Dany, she tells him her crazy ass brother called her that and so he calls her “My Queen” 

Originally posted by alittlevampirelover

He’ll bend the knee, despite spending the entirety of the season refusing to due so. She questions him about what his people will say and his reply is something like they’ll get over it whatevs. No bueno mi corazon, NO bueno!! This is going to royally fuck him when he gets back to the North. He seems to have forgotten he was chosen as King in the North, he didn’t inherit it, the title and the power is not his to give away. The Northern Lords will not accept Jon’s bending the knee and will look for alternate option. He’ll have lost the North and will be back where he started.

Originally posted by find-a-reaction-gif

Dany makes moon eyes at him and then leaves him to rest and Jon stares at the ceiling and sighs. The kind of sigh of a man who is conflicted about what he has just done, or what he is about to do. This got me thinking, but I’ll save that for a separate post I’ll probably put up tomorrow. 

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite


Still not seeing the chemistry that every character in Westeros now feels like he has to comment on. 

Originally posted by pinktrouble

I don’t wanna say they’re shoving this relationship down our throats, but they are definitely pushing it very hard. Almost to hard, like a magician who is distracting you with this hand while, picking your pocket with the other. 


Sansa and Arya:

I am unable to even with their plot for this episode.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Arya who has spent the entire series being schooled in the art of deception shouldn’t be gullible enough to fall into Littlefinger’s web of manipulation, yet there she is at Sansa’s throat playing right into line with Littlefinger’s plan. 

Now to play devil’s advocate, this plot could very well have been believable if they had taken their time with it but, like Jon/Dany the speed with which its happened makes it laughable in believability. Sansa at least seems ro handle it better not letting Littlefinger use Brienne against her and Arya. It also increases the chance of a Jaime/Brienne meeting to 100%. 


Daenerys: The not Quite Mad Queen 

Originally posted by untempoperilupi


I have dreaded every  scene that Daenerys has been in this season. Since going to Westeros, Daenerys’s decisions have been on their best day suspect. Her first idea for a plan of action once landing on Dragonstone was to take her dragons and burn the Red Keep to the ground. 

Originally posted by gorgeousphan

Isn;’t this against everything Dany stands for? She only backs down after Tyrion tells her what a terrible idea that is. And since then it has just devolved. She has spent most of the season talking down to people, demanding they bend the knee, and burning people and valuable assets alive when they refuse. All while preaching that she isn’t here to murder.

Originally posted by jackxvx

 Tyrion and Varys are starting to question whether she was the right horse to back. In this episode alone when Tyrion brings up to Daenerys that she has a tendency to be impulsive and lose her temper; Daenerys is appalled and immediately shoots back with denials and midirections claiming that Tyrion doesn’t want her to win because he is still loyal to his family. Fucking What? 

Originally posted by elittlejoia

Has she forgotten Meereen? It is clear that Daenerys is starting to ignore Tyrion’s counsel. She believes she knows best and when Tyrion very validly brings up fear  being a weak cornerstone on which to build your powerbase, Dany quickly tunes him out, letting his counsel go in one ear and out the other. She will not hear of Tyrion’s question of succession. Something she should at least have at the back of her mind, if she believes that the Iron Throne is rightfully hers. Simply put Dany is slipping, big time and Tyrion is starting to see it. 

Originally posted by onespeakerforthedead

Sidenote: Dany uses Aegon I as a counterpoint saying he got a far way on fear. Yeah, and he was also a shit ruler. You know who ruled the conquered seven kingdoms for Aegon: His Wives Rhaenys and Visenya, He knew how to stay in his lane, Dany needs to learn the same. 

Originally posted by wendywilliamsgifs


Dany swooping into save the day because her bestie Jorah and her crush Jon were in danger was cinematically beautiful though and definitely left an impact. I don’t however mistake this for Dany caring in anyway for the North or the its people. Her conversation with Jon Snow on the boat she tells him

Daenerys: The dragons are the only children I will ever have. Do you understand? 

She looks angry when she says this to him. Does Jon understand what? The great sacrifice she made? Yes, he does, he’s grateful. She’s the one who doesn’t seem to understand, she barely mourned Viserion, and seemed more worried for Jon Snow. But what else could this mean? What is Dany’s main motivation in the series? Vengeance. She will pay you back for every slight with fire and blood in her own twisted idea of morality and justice. Dany will fight the NK not for the North and the people of Westeros but for herself. To payback the Night’s King for killing Viserion. It has nothing to do with what’s best for the realm. Nothing Dany has done this season has been for the realm of people she claims she wants to rule. Does she understand the purpose of a ruler is to advocate for the people. She needs to take some pages from Jon’s book. Speaking of which….

Jon bends the knee and Dany is nothing short of jazzed. He finally sees the light. (Sarcasm heavily implied ) Only none of it makes sense because only an episode ago Jon was refusing to bend the knee and she was telling him that the North is a piece of her kingdom, so pony up chump.  But I guess that’s not a big deal to the writers.

Originally posted by annefrankisgod

I can only pray that all this shit set up will be resolved or explained in the finale or over season 8. 

Originally posted by drivebyanon

End Notes 

This episode was the worst episode of Game of Thrones I have ever watched, not cinematically but story and character wise. There were so many plotholes that made the story make no sense and characters acting so off base from how they’ve been portrayed over the seasons. 

Kind of excited to see Viserion 2.0. Will he breathe Fire or Ice? Both? 

I believe that Jon and Dany’s convergence is central to the plot, just not in the way people will expect it. 

It’s clear that the main point of the series is between Ice and Fire. Many different types. Jon vs Dany, the Dragons vs the WW’s, Jon’s parentage.  

Those Dragons are dangerous and pose a threat to not only the WW’s but also to the people of Westeros . I can’t see the series ending with them still living.

Are we sure that the White Walkers are evil? Have we ever been given a reason for why they are marching south? The only background we’ve been given is that  they used to be human and were turned against their will but the children of the forest to protect them against the First Men. Nothing about that to me screams Big Bad Evilness that must be eradicated from the world. 

Sansa Stark deserves better.  That is all. 

Jaime and Brienne meeting again. CAN NOT WAIT!!!! 

I would’t be surprised if next season after Jon’s parentage comes to light, and he is revealed as Rhaegar’s heir, if Tyrion and Varys jump the Dany Ship and swim to the Jon lifeboat. 

Littlefinger needs to die. Like Yesterday. 

theabridgedkuriboh  asked:

I don't know if I'm doing this right since I'm on mobile, but for the Domestic Meme thing, maybe Tamakyo. I'm curious.

Yep, totally right! And yaaaay, Tamakyo is probably my fav Ouran pairing, to be perfectly honest.

Shit, this ended up being super long. I’m so sorry-I promise the others will be shorter, I just have a lot of Tamakyo feelings… 

And I’m answering these questions in the context of an aged up Tamaki and Kyoya who live together and are adults in a serious relationship, otherwise a lot of these wouldn’t really make sense.

who cooks normally?:

Um, obviously Kyoya because Tamaki has an amazing tendency to royally fuck things up whenever he gets too excited, especially when fire’s involved. That’s not to say that he’s a bad cook, it’s just that he cares too much about cooking well for his boyfriend and ends up burning something or setting off the smoke alarm.

So Kyoya cooks normal meals and is pretty good at it because he’s good at anything he can learn how to do, but he’s not like, a mindblowing chef. On special occasions he lets Tamaki cook under his or maybe Haruhi’s supervision and sometimes they cook together (but not often because honestly that’s just a headache/minor fight/temper tantrum waiting to happen), and that’s when they eat the best because Tamaki puts ~love~ into his cooking and also cooks rich French food and it’s awesome.

One exception is that Tamaki cooks breakfast. He sticks to simple things that he learned from his mom back when he lived with her in France, because that means there won’t be a cooking emergency. And Kyoya lets him because hell if he’s getting up any earlier than he has to to make breakfast for either of them, but even though he would just skip breakfast on his own, he’s totally gotten spoiled by Tamaki cooking for him.

how often do they fight?:

Ummm, all the time, but not seriously. You know how sometimes couples who are really into each other bicker constantly but obviously don’t mean it? That’s basically their relationship dynamic most of the time, except it’s a little different than most couples because Kyoya is a little more cutting in his remarks than most people, but luckily Tamaki is more dense and forgiving than most, so they complement each other perfectly.

They rarely fight seriously and when they do it’s usually because Kyoya has never quite gotten used to showing the level of emotion that Tamaki is accustomed to, so he either comes off as more callous and hurtful than he intends to and winds up actually hurting Tamaki’s feelings, or he ends up internalizing his insecurities instead of talking it out, which is made worse by the fact that it takes Tamaki a little longer than the average person to figure out when something’s wrong (plus Kyoya’s got an amazing poker face because of the family environment he grew up in).

But whenever something’s seriously wrong, as soon as the person who didn’t notice the other one’s hurting figures it out, they feel awful and try to resolve it pretty immediately, and luckily they’re both pretty forgiving (Tamaki to everyone, and Kyoya to Tamaki, at least).

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

Kyoya takes advantage of the quiet time that he rarely ever gets-he uses it to get some alone time and relax, usually by doing something like reading a book or getting ahead on his work, which Tamaki insists doesn’t count as relaxing but Kyoya ignores him.

Tamaki, on the other hand, bounces off the walls without constant social stimulation, so he calls up all of his friends until someone will come play with him. If he can’t get someone to hang out with him, he’ll either go out to a public place and people watch (and maybe talk to strangers) or watch an inordinate amount of children’s tv. 

nicknames for each other?:

Kyoya is totally not the pet name type, so the closest he gets is calling Tamaki mild insults like idiot, moron, imbecile, in a fond way. 

Tamaki, on the other hand, looooooves pet names and cycles through them on a weekly basis. He really likes to try out pet names from different cultures, the sappier the better, so he’ll go from mon amour one day to babe the next to some weird Russian endearment that he found on the internet. Kyoya seems to find this amusing, so he figures he’s doing something right.

Once he tried out calling Kyoya princess, and that really didn’t end well for him. But honestly, a lot of the time they just use the other’s name, although they’ve kept up the habit from host club days of calling each other Mommy and Daddy.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

They’re both filthy rich, so it honestly doesn’t matter in the end financially. But Tamaki insists on being a gentleman and paying for everything, and Kyoya lets him because after being together for a while they merged their personal assets anyway and let Kyoya manage them, so even though it’s Tamaki who pulls out the credit card, he’s basically paying with both of their money, although Kyoya doesn’t usually remind him of this because he gets sulky and embarrassed. 

who steals the covers at night?:

KYOYA. Kyoya’s so orderly in all of his waking life but he’s a pain in the ass to share a bed with. He sleeps like the dead, is grumpy in the morning, sprawls out and takes most of the space, sometimes kicks or elbows Tamaki in his sleep when Tamaki’s trying to cuddle, AND steals the covers. Luckily Tamaki’s pretty easy-going when it comes to sleep habits, although he does get disappointed sometimes that Kyoya’s so hard to cuddle with.

what would they get each other for gifts?:

Oooh, this is a hard one. Well, Tamaki likes trinkets and sentimental stuff so Kyoya tries to find the dumbest and most useless things possible when he goes on business trips and buys them for Tamaki, which means they have a lot of children’s toys, souvenir spoons, and other random junk, but Tamaki loves it.

Kyoya has pretty much no desire for things that aren’t useful to him, so when they were first together Tamaki spent a lot of money on things that Kyoya only liked because they were from Tamaki. Eventually he took pity on Tamaki and told him what things he needed (new suits, household appliances, more pillows or blankets), even though Tamaki said that was boring and unromantic. Eventually Tamaki stopped buying him things and started to write/perform songs for him on the piano and to give him framed pictures of the two of them and their friends, because that’s the kind of thing that Kyoya might not think about doing. These gifts go over much better.

who remembers things?:

Oh, no question, Kyoya. Tamaki remembers random junk like the anniversary of when they started the host club and when every host joined, the voice actor in that one movie he watched two years ago, and whether every girl who ever patronized the host club prefers tea or coffee, but Kyoya remembers everything else more reliably. Neither of them ever forgets an anniversary, birthday, or romantic holiday though.

who cusses more?:

Also Kyoya, although he avoids doing it in public because he is a serious businessman. In private he curses a moderate amount, while Tamaki is more likely to gesticulate, whine, be overdramatic and talk too much when he’s annoyed. Sometimes he’ll use the kind of insults or exclamations that children do because they’re not allowed to curse, which would sound ridiculous if it were anyone else (it still sounds ridiculous but it’s totally in character to him).

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

This is probably one of the only things that could freak Kyoya out enough that he’d lose his cool, but he’d pretty quickly get it under control and call up his private doctor.

On the other hand, if Kyoya was seriously hurt Tamaki would get scarily serious and call an ambulance/doctor ASAP and in the meantime would make sure Kyoya was comfortable as possible and would try to ramble on about something to pretend that he’s not worried so Kyoya doesn’t freak out.

who kissed who first?:

Kyoya, because he’d been aware of his feelings for Tamaki long before Tamaki was, but was not gonna act on them pretty much ever because of his family’s expectations and because Tamaki’s super oblivious and also seemed kinda in love with Haruhi for a while.

But then at some point after Tamaki had realized that he kinda only felt platonic feelings for Haruhi, they were spending the night at one of their houses and Kyoya was tired and stressed out about his family stuff and his future and Tamaki was being incredibly comforting and supportive in the best way he could, and Kyoya kinda just kisses him (just once, quickly) without thinking about it.

who made the first move?:

If you count the kiss, Kyoya, but then afterwards they were both kinda shocked and Tamaki froze and so Kyoya just starting talking about host club profits until Tamaki seemed to forget about it. Then he said that he was tired and pretended to go to sleep when he was really trying to calculate how likely this was to mess up their friendship, but then he felt Tamaki reach over and hold his hand. But they didn’t really talk about it the next morning. So kind of both of them?

who started the relationship?:

Ahh, well even though Kyoya kissed Tamaki first, Tamaki was the one who started the relationship. Because after that time where they kissed, Kyoya came up with a long list of reasons why they needed to ignore that it ever happened, but Tamaki kept asking Kyoya to be his boyfriend because he realized that he likes Kyoya and also likes Kyoya and Kyoya would be such a good boyfriend and isn’t he pretty enough for Kyoya? And the whining and begging kept going on until Kyoya agreed (partially because he was won over, partially because if he didn’t do something it was going to affect host club profits) under the conditions that they’d take things slowly and be discreet for the sake of the host club and their futures.

In the beginning it was hard to find time to actually go out or anything and Kyoya felt super awkward about the whole dating thing and both of them were super clueless about the physical aspect of their relationship, but Tamaki was enthusiastic and caring enough that it became comfortable really quickly because they’d been best friends for years and realized that this wasn’t too terribly different because they’d always been weirdly close for best friends.

Revelation

Requested by @sarahjeanviljoen:  can you do a Scott Mccall imagine where he meets the reader for the first time and he realized later that she is actually her soul mate (wolf mate) when he sees her with superpowers.  Please add powers: -speed -water element controlling -telekinesis and telepathy

A/N: First of all: I’m really sorry I couldn’t add all the powers you originally requested but the fight just would’ve gotten too huge. I hope that’s okay and that you’ll like it!

The day you met Scott Mccall was your first day at Beacon Hills High School. You usually love fresh starts, you’re even used to them because moving is a natural companion of yours. As soon as anybody suspects something about your supernatural powers, your parents pack up and you’re faster in that car than you can complain. You’ve seen a thousand cities in a lot of states. None like Beacon Hills, though.

On that specific day you were being hellishly nervous and utterly confused where you had to go and what classes you had to take. You hate first days. Every school is different and you always have to figure out which kind of dynamic is going on before you can try to fit in. You soon realized that Beacon Hills High was special. You couldn’t find any proof of existence for this typical quarterback – cheerleader hierarchy and that irritated you. You weren’t sure if you liked it or not.

Because you’d been pretty late to your first class due to orientation problems, you only searched for your locker while lunch break to finally get rid of the heavy books. The secretary had written the number down and you tried to decipher her awful handwriting. In the end you decided to go for number 608 and had a desperate fight with the lock that just didn’t open.

“Ehm…excuse me? You’re kinda trying to break into my locker”, an amused voice suddenly said behind you and you almost jumped. As you whirled around, you were looking into warm brown eyes in a tanned face that was graced with a soft grin. All you got out was a weak: “What?”

“608. That’s my locker”, he explained, pointing at the number. You finally realized what he meant and immediately felt the blush creeping into your cheeks. God, he must’ve thought you were the dumbest person on earth.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I must’ve misread the note and then I thought that this must be mine and I was confused because it didn’t work but I guessed that it’s just sticking. I mean, those aren’t the newest lockers after all and…”, you rambled and were awfully grateful when he interrupted you.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. You must be the new girl, Y/N. I’m Scott. Maybe I’ll be able to read the note if you show it to me?”

You handed it to him quickly without saying anything. You just felt really stupid in that moment and wanted to run far far away. This was probably the worst first encounter at a new school you ever had. In the meantime, Scott looked at the number with a frown.

“It’s really tough but I’d say it’s 668. You should try that one”, he said in the end and shot you a bright smile.

“Thanks”, you mumbled, turned around and walked away awkwardly. “See you, Y/N”, Scott called after you and he was right about that.


After that, Scott asked you to sit with them at lunch and the friendship developed from there. You genuinely liked them and especially him. And you found out about their powers pretty soon while they still believe that you have no idea. They on the other hand don’t know about yours. You’re quite sure about that. You haven’t used your special abilities since you entered this town after all.

You should be glad about that but actually, you kinda don’t like it. As usually, this secret creates a distance between you and your new friends. While you are normally okay with this, you are not with it keeping you away from Scott. Suddenly, all of this just seems like a burden. It’s frustrating and you are struggling.

You are once again pondering on that right now as you’re sitting in the library on a Friday evening next to Lydia and should be studying instead of dwelling on thoughts. You’re always doing this while the boys are having lacrosse practice. Lydia calls this making efficient use of time but you know that she’s just filling the time she has to spend without Stiles.

You push out a sigh and try to concentrate on your Biology notes. Lydia and you are the only ones left in the library. Obviously, nobody stays there after eight. It’s empty, a little darker than usual and creepy silent. All that you can hear is Lydia’s pen scraping on the paper and yours and hers calm breathing.

At least until Lydia suddenly stops her writing and looks up quickly. You shoot her a questioning look and are surprised as you discover that her green eyes are widened.

“Lydia, is something wrong?”, you ask her while Lydia keeps on staring at nothing in particular. You can literally see her swallowing hard.

“I heard something.”

“What are you talking about? There was no sound except for…”

In that moment, you suddenly hear it too. A weak hiss that grows stronger until it resembles an actual growl, coming from outside the library. You shiver and the room abruptly seems really cold. Everything inside of you screams: danger! When your banshee friend heard it before you could: a lot of danger!

For a little while you both just stare at the door, unable to move. Then you finally awake from your numbness and exclaim: “Get up, Lydia! We need to get out of here!”

You pull her up by grabbing her arm and together, you both start for the other door, away from the growling. You have no idea what that thing could be but you don’t wanna find out. You push the door open and stumble into the hallway, being pretty sure that you can hear quick steps behind you now. You are looking around panicky, in desperate search for somewhere you’ll be safe.

“There, that classroom. Quick!”, Lydia orders and without complaining, you follow her into the room you are having Geography in. Without hesitating, both of you grab the teacher’s desk and pull it in front of the door, panting hard. Pencils, a mug and other crap crash to the floor and shatter but you don’t care or even notice. Adrenalin is rushing through your blood and you know it would only need a little concentration and you could use the full force of your powers. But you can’t. Lydia is with you and she’s not allowed to see, nobody is.

You are stepping back from the table simultaneously, keeping your eyes on the door and waiting with your hearts beating loudly in your chests. The growling has stopped, now it’s back to hissing. You still hear steps coming closer, something scraping over the tiles. Claws? You are not sure. But they don’t stop in front of the door. Whatever is out there is walking by.

You are releasing the air you were holding and lean on one of the chairs. In the meantime, Lydia is observing you irritated. You probably didn’t show the appropriate reaction for someone who’s being chased by a monster for the first time.

“Where do you think it went?”, you ask her to distract her.

Lydia is still frowning. “I don’t know. The practice should be over. I’ll try to call Stiles.”

She gets her phone out to dial her boyfriend’s number while you walk towards the big windows and look out into the dark. As far as you can tell, the lacrosse field is empty. The floodlight is still on, though. You can hear Lydia mumbling to Stiles in your back but you don’t really pay attention.

Your heart skips a beat as you suddenly see a shadow sprinting from the school building to the field. Fast. Much faster than a normal human can. And the person is chased like you’ve been chased before. Now you can finally see how huge this thing is. As the runner steps under the floodlight and you realize who it is, your heart stops for good.

“Scott!”, you gasp.

Your caution is gone within seconds. Who the fuck cares if they see your powers? Scott is in danger. You have to help him or this creature will definitely kill him. You rip the window open and already climb through as Lydia shouts behind you: “No, Y/N, what are you doing? Are you nuts?”
You probably are. However, you jump down to the ground and run for it. You can hear them fighting and growling before you see Scott flying through the air and crashing into the bleachers. With your normal speed you’ll never reach him in time. Your little hide and seek is over. It’s time to be yourself again.

You let your powers flow through your body alongside the adrenaline and your steps are getting faster until you are flying over the grass, almost not touching it anymore. A heartbeat passes, then you stop right in front of the bleachers and between the huge creature and Scott, who’s moaning and trying to get back to his feet.

You’ve never seen something like that beast. It’s covered in black fur, its eyes are glowing red and the claws are almost as long as your legs. Now it’s glaring at you, showing its teeth and coming closer. You should’ve been scared to death but you’re in the zone. Calm and concentrated.

You take a deep breath, raise your hands and focus. At first the steps of the bleachers only rattle and you clench your teeth, forcing yourself to focus even harder. Then the steps finally break loose and you dash them at the monster as heavily as possible. They whirl through the air and hit it everywhere: head, torso, arms. It howls and stumbles backwards but it’s still standing.

You are breathing hard and feverishly search for a way to beat it. Then you realize that the grass under your feet is wet. You get an idea. It’s a crazy idea and you’ve never tried it but you don’t really have a choice here. So you concentrate once again, squint your eyes and hold your palms over the grass. The beast is already shaking its head and coming back to its senses. You have to hurry. You can feel how the drops of water slowly peel from the blades of grass, connect and grow. Right as the beast lunges at you, you splash the bubble of water at him, locking his head into it. It stumbles and struggles, heavily shaking his head to get rid of it while the air is pressed out of its lungs. You can’t hold it forever, you have to let it go after a few moments. But those were enough. At least enough for the monster to whirl around and take flight.

You need a moment to calm down before you slowly turn around and make eye contact with Scott. He’s back on his feet, his face pale and pure shock written in it. Your heart cramps up as you discover his expression. He has never looked at you like that before.

“Scott, I…”, you start, your shoulders sinking down and all the adrenaline leaving your body at once. Suddenly you don’t feel powerful anymore but tired and sad. You screwed up. “I’m sorry…”

You let it happen, now you have to deal with the consequences. You turn around, your teeth buried in your lower lip and tears struggling to surface, and walk towards the parking lot with quick strides. Scott calls after you but you don’t stop. Then you hear him running and you could’ve been faster but you don’t want to. You don’t want to flee from him although you have to.

As he touches your shoulder, a little sigh escapes your lips.

“Y/N, please wait!”, Scott pleads and you can’t keep yourself from doing what he says. “You don’t have to run! Seriously, Y/N, what you did out there…that was amazing!”

You blink at him confused. Nobody has ever addressed your powers as amazing. And you can’t find a trace of shock in his face anymore, instead it changed into…admiration? Is that even possible?

“Scott, you don’t have to say that because you’re scared of me, I won’t hurt you, I promise”, you mumble.

“No! I’m not scared, I swear. I’m impressed. I’ve always been impressed by you and now you saved my life. Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look up at him to discover a bright smile. You are totally confused but God, you so don’t want to go. You want to stay forever.

“Will you please come back to school with me and talk about it? You can’t leave me.”

You nod weakly. Then he presses a little kiss onto your cheek and you walk back to Lydia arm in arm.


Requestes are open!

Teacher Series: #8 You see him outside of school

Louis: You had only been at the library because your mother had some errands to run around town and forced you to come with her for some reason but it was easy enough to convince her to drop you off for some much needed alone time. You had quickly immersed yourself in a book when someone rudely decided to stand in front of you and block your light, causing you to cast your view up and you were shocked when you saw Louis standing above you. He reached a hand down to you and you accepted his helping gesture as he pulled you up from the carpet. “I’m so glad I’ve spotted you. At first I wasn’t sure that it was you but eventually I decided that it was worth a shot.” You laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to carry on the conversation but you definitely didn’t want it to end this soon on. “So why are you glad you spotted me then?” Maybe not the best way to continue a conversation but it works. “Oh right! I’ve got great news for you, y/n.” Louis smiled, reaching up to tug on his beanie, which only caused his glasses to go cockeyed and he scrunched his nose in annoyance which, you noted, was probably the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed. “Technically,” He said which made you realize that you had been blatantly staring at him and you could only hope that it wasn’t as obvious as you thought it was. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone this until the list is posted but I’ve been dying to tell you that I’ve picked you for the lead female role for the play!” And that left you speechless. He must have been insane or he just didn’t actually care about the play at all because that was basically a suicide mission. You had made it clear that you didn’t even want to be a part of the play, and that you were only doing it because it was mandatory for drama students which was probably the dumbest thing that you had heard or been forced to take part of. “Aren’t you going to like jump around and hug me or something for being such a great teacher?” Louis asked, clearly confused by your silence because anyone else would have thanked him endlessly but you just stood there, frozen. “I don’t want to seem ungrateful or anything, Mr. Tomlinson.” It felt weird calling him Mr. Tomlinson outside of school but this was a conversation that you really didn’t want to have, especially in public. “I thought that I’d made it quite clear that I’d much rather had a part backstage.” Your voice had softened tremendously since the start of this conversation and you felt like a jerk when you saw Louis’ shoulders slump in defeat because he had worked so hard on this play, despite your previous thought of him not truly caring. “But–” You choked out before your mind had even caught up to your mouth. “But I can try it out, I guess…” And his eyes lit up with joy before you could even regret the decision to say that. “I’m positive that you can do it, y/n. I wouldn’t have cast you if I wasn’t sure that you’d be perfect.”

Liam: Elise had basically forced you to go to the mall with her since she claimed that she desperately needed a new dress since she had a date this weekend. But shopping with her basically meant that you held the clothes that she would consider buying while she continued to shop for more and more clothes. You couldn’t complain though, she’d do the same thing for you if you had asked so you just held the clothes and stood off to the side while she browsed. “Y/n?” The deep voice turned your attention away from Elise and caused you to turn around, since that was where you heard the voice come from. You were pleasantly surprised when you turned and saw that Jace was standing there, holding a pile of clothes in his hands, much like you were. “What are you doing here?” He asked. You motioned your head towards Elise and Jace understood instantly. “My girlfriend dragged me here too.” This peaked your interest because you didn’t know that he had a girlfriend but it would make sense since he never actually acknowledged any of the girls at school who were always pining for him (like Jen). “You’ve got a girlfriend?” He nodded, a cheek aching smile on his face as his eyes flickered to the red haired girl, who you had clearly assumed to be his girlfriend due to how happy he became just looking at her, who was browsing through the graphic tees. “She’s the nicest girl I’ve ever met.” Your heart jumped at his love for the girl, hoping that, one day, you’d find something like that. “Y/n?” Yet another voice joined in the conversation, causing both you and Jace to turn. You basically froze when you saw Liam approaching, his smile wide until he noticed Jace beside you and it faded slightly but only to someone who noticed the small (what some would argue to be insignificant) things about Liam; someone like you noticed all of those things and you weren’t sure if that was good or bad but it was best not to focus on that now. “Wow,” Jace laughed. “It’s always weird to see teachers outside of school.” “It’s weird to see know that I also shop at the same place as my students do too.” Liam joked but his mind was currently running wild at the moment. You both laughed and you were relieved that Jace wasn’t angry that Liam sent him away so rudely when he had tried to help you just last week. You wanted to speak up and spark a conversation with Liam but you were worried that you’d somehow manage to say something wrong in front of Jace and you just opted to keep quiet, which only furthered the awkwardness. “Well, I’ll,” Liam cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing, his eyes cast upon the floor the entire time, “I’ll see you two in class…”

Niall: “Why do we have to go out to dinner tonight?” You groaned, following behind your older brother and parents as they sat down in the booth. “We’re already here,” Your brother, Jaxton stated. “It’s a bit too late for complaining.” “It’s never too late to complain.” You mumbled as you began looking through the menu. You were already in an awful mood due to everything that happened at school earlier that day with Niall and you really just wanted to lock yourself in your room and mope around until you feel better but your family had other plans. “What are you two gonna get?” Your mother asked you and your brother. He answered her but continued to babble on about how the restaurant had added a few things to their menu and he was debating whether to try them or stick with his usual, you zoned out. You focused on listening to other people’s conversations around you rather than your own family’s. Nothing seemed to catch your attention until you heard that familiar laugh that could make the world stop spinning and your head whipped around without even thinking about what it would look like to others. “Y/n?” You mother questioned, noticing your suddenly odd behavior. You didn’t acknowledge her but you felt your heart drop when you noticed Niall sitting across from a petite red head, who was wearing a flattering purple sun dress, with his back turned away from you. She looked gorgeous. And she was the one who caused that laugh to fill the room. Not you. No matter how much you wish it had been, it wasn’t. Your parents and brother must have caught onto who you were looking at and turned to see who it was. “Is'nt that our US History teacher?” Jaxton spoke up and, right then, you knew you were fucked. “Is it really?!” Your mother chirped, already moving her way out of the booth while your father just playfully rolled his eyes at her actions. “Let’s go say hi!” “I’m not going.” Jaxton grumbled, “I’m convinced he determined to fucking fail me.” She wacked him in the head as she passed but not before pulling you along to follow her and you knew that you no longer had a choice. As she approached, she tapped his shoulder and his conversation halted and he turned to face the culprit, only to become shocked when he saw you standing with your mother. “You must be Mr. Horan…” She started, not knowing just how awkward this encounter was for the two of you and the poor lady he had taken out. “Yeah and you’re Mrs. Y/l/n, I’m assuming.” He shook her hand but his eyes never left you and you felt the need to shrink away into the corner under his gaze but your mom nodded enthusiastically. “Well I’m Niall and this,” He gestured to the beautiful red head. “Is Melissa.” She smiled and gave a small, shy wave before your mother spoke up again. “I’m sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say hello. You two are very cute together by the way.” Niall blushed but his eyes seemed to look everywhere but at you as your mom led you back to the table. And just when you thought tonight couldn’t get any worse.

Zayn: How hard could it be to find one small sized flat bristle brush? Though it seemed like it should have been quite simple, it turned out to be just the opposite seeing as this was the third craft store that you had been to and you still couldn’t find the one you were looking for. You huffed as you turned down the next isle, in a final attempt to find it. Your eyes practically lit up when you saw a five pack of this brush with many different sizes. Instantly, you grabbed the pack and thanked the heavens that you had finally managed to find it. You were finally heading towards the checkout but you ran directly into someone, causing both of you to drop everything that was in your hands. “Sorry!” You squeaked, bending down to pick up the brushes once again. “It’s okay darling,” The man said and because his voice sounded so familiar, you instantly looked up to see who it was and, apparently, the man did the same because, there you both were, kneeling on the floor, two and a half inches away from each other and staring directly into each other’s eyes. “Y/n!” He exclaimed and you could practically feel the blood rush to your cheeks, you just hoped it wasn’t that visible. “Hey Zayn…” You suddenly became aware of just how close you two were and wondered how it must have looked to people who just glanced at the two of you. Zayn stood up, reaching a hand down to you to help you up as well and you gladly accepted it. You had hoped that your hand wasn’t sweaty because then it would just make this encounter even more awkward, if that was even possible. “Whatchu planning on using those brushes for?” You shrugged before responding, “I was bored at home and I wanted to do a bit of painting but I couldn’t find the right brush I needed…” Zayn nodded in understanding. “Well, I’m glad I ran into you! I’ve been debating on what to do in class tomorrow but I’m stuck between abstract paintings or realistic. Which one would you prefer, y/n?” You thought hard, making sure that you gave him and answer that you knew you would excel at and earn his praise for. “Realistic.” You stated, knowing that you were excellent at realistic drawings due to how much attention your drawings have received from numerous people. You were just hoping that those people were being honest instead of just saying things to make you feel better about yourself like some people do so often. You wouldn’t say that you were cocky with your drawing ability, you just liked to show off your drawing abilities because art was something that you enjoyed and you hoped that one day you could have your own art exhibit. You needed to be confident to get there but being around Zayn always made you shy which only hindered him seeing your true talent. “Realistic it is.” He said with a large smile on his face as he awkwardly fumbled around with the notepad in his hands. “Well, realistic is definitely my favorite topic to teach and to draw myself so I’m sure that you won’t let me down. See you tomorrow alright?”

Harry: Barnes & Nobel was like your own private get away. You felt like you could get lost in the sea of books there and you have no problem with that. But there was a problem and that only problem was that there were so many books and you had wanted and not enough money to buy all of them so you could only select a certain few. You browsed through the books, sometimes pulling out one or two to read the description, sometimes pushing it back in its place or keeping it in your grip as a possibility. By the time you were finished looking in one section, you realized that you had almost a dozen books in your arms and knew that there was absolutely no way that you could afford them all. You sighed, knowing that one of these could very well be the greatest books ever written but you may never know it because you could only afford four, maybe five tops. “Whatcha got there?” The unexpected voice caused you to jump and a few books to tumble from your grasp. Before you even attempted to pick up the books, you turned to see who the voice belonged to and you relaxed when you saw Harry. Harry, being the gentleman that he is, bent down and gathered the books but, instead of handing them back to you, he scanned through the books, almost as if he was assessing your taste in books. “I’ve read this one!” He grinned, pointing to the one that had caught your interest the most. “You need to get this one. It’s amazing.” “I think I’ll have to save that one for next time. I don’t have enough money to get all the ones I really want.” Harr0y paused for a moment, as if he was thinking something through, before he spoke up once again. “Well you’ve only got nine books here which is good compared to me because, whenever I plan to buy some new books, I always end up with over fifteen so I’ll make up for the rudeness of my class yesterday and pay for these.” He had already begun making his way to the checkouts, forcing you to jog to keep up with his pace mainly because you didn’t even expect him to offer to buy you the books. “You don’t have to… I’ll have money for the others next weekend.” “Or,” He interrupted, now handing the books to the cashier, “I could buy them now and all you’ll owe in return is to tell me your thoughts on the books, okay?” You nodded, feeling oddly special due to these events. “Can you even afford all this with your teacher salary?” You joked, causing him to playfully glare at you. “Yes, I can. I’ve got a side job as well as the teaching job so it all evens out.” That sparked your interest because you couldn’t really picture Harry doing anything that wasn’t English related. “What’s that?” “Nuh uh,” He said as the cashier rung up the books and Harry paid in cash. “I’ve got to keep some secrets to myself, right?”

weirdwithhumor  asked:

Hey y'all! It's been a while since I have needed your lovely services [haven't been on here in a long while](: but I'm looking for some 'Stiles finds out about the supernatural' or he knows but no one knows that he knows [that's a lot of knowing...]

Originally posted by aph-danmark

I love this trope! Here you go @fearlesswolf14 - Anastasia

This I Can Handle by stileskolpath

(1/1 I 5,283 I Explicit I Sterek I Established Relationship)

“Stiles had to admit, there was something off about his boyfriend.

Derek was quiet, brooding, and built like a greek god. Seriously, Stiles questioned every dating choice he had ever made just by simply watching his shirt ride up his back, revealing a tract of flawless skin, pulled taut over ridges of muscle.

It made Stiles want.”

aka that time when Stiles didn’t know that Derek was a werewolf and was angsty about it.

Less Sass, More Cupcake by nezstorm, Valylene

(1/1 I  10,378 I Teen I Steter I Hurt/Comfort)

Stiles and Peter are a forever kind of deal. They know that, everyone who knows them knows that, the creatures they fight are aware of that, too. What they all don’t realize, though, is that Stiles and Peter haven’t taken the final step yet.

Match Made in Hale by iKnightWriter

(1/1 I  29,179 I Teen I Sterek, Scallison, Jydia I High School AU)

In hind sight he probably should’ve paid attention to the signs that were given. Otherwise, he wouldn’t been so unprepared about the hell that he was going to have to face.

Dude, Werewolves by mysecretashes

(1/1 I  29,623 I Explicit I Sterek I  Alive Hale Family)

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics)

(1/1 I  40,105 I Explicit I Sterek I Single Parent!Stiles)

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.


Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

Just the Same by ericaismeg

(7/7 I  68,066 I General I Sterek I High School AU)

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.
***
“I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.

Smoke & Mirrors by doodle

(1/1 I 68,644 I Explicit I Sterek, Stiles/OMC I Twin!Stiles)

“Mirror twin, actually,” Stiles corrected automatically. “It’s a subset of identical, but we’re not identical in the normal way. I’m the mirror image of him, or him me, whichever way you want to look at it.”

Stiles has spent his entire life in the shadow of JJ, his popular, captain of the lacrosse team, jackass twin brother. Now he only has to make it through the summer until JJ goes to college.

Easier said than done when JJ starts hooking up with Stiles’ crush, Derek Hale, and there’s a dead body in the preserve.

See Me In Hindsight by weathervaanes, wishingonalightningbolt

(2/2 I  19,686 I Explicit I Sterek, Stalia, Stiles/OMC I Magic!Stiles)

Stiles is 18 when he finds out exactly what’s going on in Beacon Hills. He has a few months left before he goes off to college, has a while to help Scott become the best werewolf he can be - and also to get into Derek Hale’s pants. And his heart.

-0-

They’re in the woods when they get separated. They’re in the woods when the howls start. They’re out in the woods the night before prom and Scott gets attacked by a wolf. Except it’s not a wolf, not really, because it’s a werewolf, which means Scott is one too now.

In a few short minutes, Stiles’ world gets turned on its head. And then, to top it all off, Derek Hale comes back from getting his Master’s degree and kills Malia’s father—his uncle—a rogue Alpha werewolf—and turns glowing red eyes on Stiles’ shaking form. He’s never had such a confused fear boner in his life.

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

(13/13 I 105,527 I Explicit I Sterek, Isaac/Erica, Boyd/Cora, Scira, Melissa/Sheriff I Full Shift)

Stiles is home for the summer after graduation and he is so ready to relax, work a little bit on his second book, and then he almost crashes his car when he swerves to avoid hitting a wolf. But, it’s like his dad says, there are no wolves in California.

Stiles doesn’t think much about it after that, especially once he runs into Erica who’s working at a coffee shop and her boss, the lovely Laura Hale, offers him a job.

Oh, and apparently he’s suddenly running a doggie summer camp because they just keep showing up at his house, especially the big black one who has the prettiest fur and the judgiest face on a dog he’s ever seen.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm

(4/4 I 118,749 I Explicit I Sterek, Berica, Scallison I Full Shift Derek)

There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

anonymous asked:

do you know of any au fics where they build a relationship and then stiles finds out Derek's a werewolf?? I've looked through your tag page, but couldn't find any,thanks!

We actually don’t have a werewolf reveal tag. Which seems just ridiculous, so I added one. And your ask is the first thing in it. Doncha feel special? - Anastasia

Originally posted by beatriiiixhoechlin

Get Lucky by LegoMeThis

(2/? I 2,387 I Teen I Sterek, Jydia, Cora/Isaac, Berica, Papa Hale/Talia, Scira, Melissa/Sheriff I Alive Hale Family)

Stiles Stilinski knew he had bad luck there was no reversing it no matter how hard he tried. He had known he couldn’t reverse it in 3rd grade when he had been extremely careful with his science project-he had won and that had led him to believing he had finally gotten ride of the curse. But then Stiles hit Greenburg out of excitement and he fell hitting his science project which set in motion a chain of chemical reactions-the medal was taken away.

He didn’t mind it he had learned how to survive with it that is of course until Lydia tries to reverse it. Which again sets in motion a chain of events. Some good, like falling in love with Derek Hale, some bad, like getting kidnapped by Derek Hales suicidal ex-girlfriend Kate Argent.

Also werewolves are thing!

Yeah… Stiles had bad luck.

Details by alphagottadonk

(Complete I 2,667 I Not Rated I Sterek I College AU)

“Prompt- The sheriff makes Stiles bring his boyfriend home from college to meet him. When they get there, they find out that the whole time, Derek’s been hiding that he’s a wolf from Stiles, who actually knew about the supernatural all along because of Scott being a werewolf. And then awkward meet-the-father dinner ensues”

Don’t Be Afraid by captainahmedica

(3/3  I 3,006 I Teen I Sterek I High School AU)

When Jackson traps Stiles in a locker after school, he stumbles across Derek struggling to control his shift. With their budding relationship already strained due to Jackson’s bullying, the discovery threatens to end them before they even start.

Heartlines by imthealphanow

(Complete I 3,093 I Sterek I Mature I College AU)

Anonymous said: I would really love it if you could write a sterek fic . One where Stiles doesn’t know Derek’s a werewolf and they have been going out for six months. Derek hasn’t even mentioned Stiles to his family or told Stiles anything about them. So one day Stiles decides to surprise Derek at this loft and finds him a sleep on the bed cuddling a girl. Not knowing it’s Derek’s sister Laura. Stiles leaves and refuses to see or speak to Derek. angst with a happy ending please and thank you.

 Baby, You Were My Picket Fence by alexenglish

(Complete I 3,926 I Teen I Sterek I Kidnapped!Stiles)

Derek’s a werewolf.

Stiles is not handling this well.

really should’ve known better by billtheradish

(Complete I 9,446 I Explicit I Sterek I College AU)

Six years of college life with no blackout-level partying, apparently broken by tea. And the surprises just keep coming, thanks to who Derek woke up with the day after.

Imagine Me And You by callunavulgari

(6/6 I 16,080 I Teen I Sterek I Canon Divergent)

“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”

“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”

the boy who blocked his own shot by raginginsideme

(5/? I 27,651 I Teen I Sterek I Homophobia, Angst)

When Stiles was 17 he was in love with Derek Hale.

Eight years later Stiles is 25 and much wiser now; he knows not to rehash old hurtful events and beat dead horses, so he avoids Beacon Hills as long he possibly can. Until, Scott’s wedding calls him back to the town and people he wished he could forget.

Except, there’s something off about Beacon Hills, and it might not just be the person he’s trying to avoid.

Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics)

(Complete I 40,105 I Explicit I Sterek I Single Father!Stiles)

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.

Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

After The Storm by matildajones

(4/4 I 41,357 I Mature I Sterek I Hurt/Comfort)

Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

Dealing with the death of his sister, Derek spends most of his time helping out his family. He meets Stiles and as soon as Derek’s willing to admit his attraction towards him, he discovers that Stiles is dealing with his own problems at work. He needs help - help that Derek’s all too willing to give. There’s something about Derek with his strange, glowing eyes and quick ability to heal that makes Stiles trust him when maybe he shouldn’t.

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

(13/13 I 105,527 I Explicit I Sterek, Erica/Isaac, Boyd/Cora, Melissa/Sheriff, Scira I Full Shift Werewolves)

Stiles is home for the summer after graduation and he is so ready to relax, work a little bit on his second book, and then he almost crashes his car when he swerves to avoid hitting a wolf. But, it’s like his dad says, there are no wolves in California.

Stiles doesn’t think much about it after that, especially once he runs into Erica who’s working at a coffee shop and her boss, the lovely Laura Hale, offers him a job.

Oh, and apparently he’s suddenly running a doggie summer camp because they just keep showing up at his house, especially the big black one who has the prettiest fur and the judgiest face on a dog he’s ever seen.

I'll Still Be Here When You're Ready

Jude had always been sensitive, there was no question about it. But he was also tough, and didn’t like to show when he was upset, because he saw it as a weakness, or vulnerability. There were only a small amount of people that Jude was able to be vulnerable around. His moms, his sisters, brothers, and his best friend since seventh grade, Connor. In this particular case, he knew Connor was the person he would go to for comfort.

He called him, trying to gain his composure before he answered. Connor answered on the third ring.

“Hey, what’s -”

“Connor,” Jude sniffed.

“Jude? What’s wrong?” Connor asked, hearing that Jude’s tone wasn’t his usual upbeat self. He always knew when something was wrong.

“Caleb broke up with me.”

“Aw Jude… I’m so sorry. What happened?”

Jude almost couldn’t get the words out, his throat was closed up, and he was on the verge of tears. With a breaking voice, he said, “he found someone else.”

Connor’s heart was breaking for Jude, hearing how hurt he was, and he was angry that someone would hurt him. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, because really, he was. “Do you want me to come over?”

“Please,” Jude squeaked out, gripping his phone tighter with one hand, and clenching the sleeve of his shirt with the other.

“Hang in there, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Jude ended the call and clutched his phone as he completely broke down.

When Connor arrived, Jude managed to compose himself enough, but once Connor stepped inside and wrapped his arms around Jude tightly, he just couldn’t quite hold it together.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Connor said, rubbing Jude’s back in soothing motions. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“I wasn’t good enough,” Jude whispered.

“Don’t say that. You are more than enough. Don’t ever think that you’re not.”

Jude pulled away and wiped his eyes. “I just don’t understand why he…”

“So you may never understand, but you deserve so much better than him. Break ups are never easy, but please don’t blame yourself for it.”

Jude managed a smile. “How’d I get so lucky to have such an amazing best friend?”

“Pure luck. But really, if I’m being honest here, I think I’m the lucky one,” Connor smiled at him. That’s when Connor got one of the dumbest ideas he’d ever come up with, and even though he knew better, he pulled Jude just as close as he was before, and kissed him.

At first, Jude was stunned. Maybe even mad that Connor would do something so stupid, but he kissed back, knowing that quite honestly, he wished to do the same thing. Sure it wasn’t the greatest timing, and it seemed to come out of nowhere, but it was Connor. How could he possibly object?

Connor broke the kiss first, staring at Jude to study his expression. His eyes were still a glossy onyx brown, but something different flashed across them. He couldn’t pin point exactly what it was, but there was definitely something different. “I’m… That was stupid of me to do. Im sorry.”

Jude smiled sadly at him. “You’re not sorry, and…” He swallowed hard, “neither am I.”

Connor pretended not to notice his voice break. Pretended not to notice his own shaking nerves, and pretended not to notice Jude look away.

“Do you wanna sit down?” Connor asked, his own voice getting caught in his throat.

Jude nodded and turned to walk into the living room. Connor followed and they sat on the couch.

“So, you’re not mad at me?” Connor asked.

“I can’t be mad. Okay, so it wasn’t the smartest move in terms of timing, but it happened, and I sure as hell can’t say I didn’t like it,” Jude managed a laugh.

“But you just got out of a relationship. I don’t want you to feel like you have to jump into another, especially since we’ve been just friends for what, four years now?”

“Yeah.” Jude frowned. “Well I don’t know, there’s lots of people who get into relationships right after a break up. Do I think it’s a good choice? Not really, but it’s not like we’re strangers. Like you said, we’ve been friends for four years. Could it really be that bad?” Jude reasoned.

  • One * Week * Later *

Jude and Connor had been officially dating for a week, and things were going seemingly well for the most part. Jude did his best to get over his last relationship, despite being reminded of it every time he saw him happily walking hand in hand with his new boyfriend in the halls of anchor beach. He did his best to shake it off, and remind himself that he had someone much better than Caleb ever was. He had Connor, and really, he couldn’t have possibly picked anyone better. Sometimes, if he was feeling particularly confident, he would go out of his way to make him jealous. He would even swear it worked most of the time, when Caleb would stare at him until Troy would have to redirect his attention.

Everything was perfect, except for the timing…

Connor began to pick up on Jude’s small attempts to make Caleb jealous, and he decided it was time to bring it up.

Connor walked up to Jude, who was gathering stuff from his locker for first period. “Hey boyfriend,” Connor grinned.

Jude noticed Caleb across the hall at his locker, and for the chance that he might see, Jude shut his locker and made out with Connor.

Connor, only half surprised by this action, happily reciprocated, though unsure how long they could get away with it before a teacher would call them out in it.

Jude separated from Connor, and couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Caleb, who made eye contact with him only for a second before quickly averting his eyes. “Hey boyfriend,” Jude repeated, biting his lip and smiling. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

Connor’s smile faded slowly to a near frown. “About that… You seem so distracted lately. Is everything okay?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t seem okay,” Connor commented.

“Connor, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Jude smiled awkwardly, taking another peek through his peripheral vision, only this time, Caleb was occupied by Troy, and Jude’s smile shifted to a neutral expression as he returned eye contact with Connor.

Connor followed his gaze and sighed heavily as he maneuvered around him, pulling him along so he was facing away from Caleb and Troy. “I think you’ve been so wrapped up in trying to make your ex jealous, I just… I don’t think you’re over him.”

“What? Connor that’s ridiculous, of course I’m over him. I mean, what could be better than dating my best friend?”

“Right, and as your best friend, I know you. Sometimes better than I think you know yourself, which means I can tell that you’re not over him.”

Jude looked down, finding it almost annoying that he felt like he was going to cry. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I thought I was.”

“Hey, hey, there’s nothing wrong with you.” Connor put his arm around him, pulling him into his side. “And I’m not mad, okay? I understand. If you need more time, I’m totally-”

“N-no,” Jude interrupted him. “I want to be with you. I promise.”

Connor smiled softly. “Okay. But listen, if you need more time, please tell me.”

Jude turned from Connor’s tight side-hug, to a proper hug before the bell rang for class to start.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” Connor said before giving Jude a quick peck on the lips.

All day, Jude thought of what Connor said, trying to convince himself that he was wrong, but when it came down to it, Connor was right. Even if he really didn’t want him to be right this time.

The two were working on homework in Jude’s room after school, and of course, despite Jude’s best efforts to keep his thoughts to himself, Connor noticed something off.

Connor closed his text book and set his pencil down. “Okay, talk to me.”

Jude looked up from his calculus homework, giving him a confused glare. “About?”

“Well first of all, you haven’t done any homework since we started, but I guess that’s partly because you’re right handed.” Connor raised his eyebrows and pointed.

Jude looked down at his left hand, idly twirling the pencil, and switched it back to his right. “Calculus isn’t my best subject,” he shrugged.

Connor moved to sit beside him. “No really, what’s up?”

Jude sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Please?”

“You were right…” Jude uttered, finally looking him in the eye.

“Right about what?”

“I’m not ready for a relationship so soon. I really thought I was, but I guess I still need time. I’m really sorry.”

Connor shook his head. “No. I understand. I told you, if you need more time, I’ll wait.”

“Are you sure?” Jude asked.

“Of course. I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

  • Three * Months * Later *

A month really was all it took for Jude to realize he was without a doubt ready to date Connor. But by that point, summer had just begun, and Connor had gone on a family vacation for two months. Jude wanted to tell him, but once again, the timing just wasn’t right. It wouldn’t be fair to finally start their relationship and then be apart for two months.

On the evening that Connor came back from his trip, he texted Jude to meet him at the beach by the school. Jude was surprised that Connor would ask to meet up, but of course, Jude jumped at the opportunity to see him after two months of very little communication. The two had always been completely inseparable since the day they met, back in seventh grade. They’d only ever been apart for two weeks at the most, so two months was quite difficult for them to manage.

When Jude got to the beach, his heart skipped a beat, seeing Connor, nearly almost a silhouette, with the way the sun was setting behind him. He could still make out that it was him; there was no mistaking that.

Now or never.

Jude ran. Probably faster than necessary, but it didn’t matter. He ran until he was close enough to jump up and wrap his arms around him as tight as possible.

“Hi!” Connor exclaimed, hugging back just as tightly.

“Hi!”

And they stayed in their embrace for a long time before Jude pulled back just enough to kiss him. The kiss lasted longer than it needed to, but neither of them would’ve wanted it to ever end.

It only ended long enough for Jude to say, “I’m ready now.”