- Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n.
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It’s Monday, which means that Harry has to start his week with Physics class.
Harry doesn’t mind the subject itself, he actually has come to the conclusion that it’s the class he’s most interested in—it’s more so the three-hour lab that couldn’t seem to end soon enough. Physics lab means three hours of group research, which requires an abundance of group participation and discussion—all of which makes Harry want to crawl out of his own skin.
And despite Physics holding Harry’s highest grade in university, everyone in that class only hopes to not be paired with him.
Not one student has heard him utter a single word, which ultimately led them to believe that his lack of participation will jeopardize their already mediocre grades. But Harry always finds himself writing all the data information to make up for his lack of discussion, even if he hated it.
So inevitably, Harry lets out an inaudible sigh when he settles into his chair, hair a bit disheveled and eyes still watering from the early hour. And he mentally curses himself for sleeping in a couple extra minutes because now he hasn’t gotten a single ounce of caffeine to help him feel more prepared for the next three hours.
Request: “modern au where reader and ben are always
bickering whenever they see each other and then one day a fire breaks out in
chemistry class and when ben notices reader isn’t in the field he runs back in
for her bc he’s a fucking softie who fell for her but didn’t want to admit it
to himself so he’d just fight with her omg”
Ben Solo x Reader
A smile plastered
itself onto your lips, the 100 jumping off your laptop screen and straight to
your ego. You had worked hard for that mark, and now that you knew what your
final score was for Chemistry, you were filled with relief and a sense of
triumph that had been trailing you all throughout the year. The skies
automatically seemed clearer, the bell chiming sounding like heavenly choirs
singing. Your results for all your classes had been progressively released
during the day, this week being one of concluding and saying your final
goodbyes to your AP subjects. The last week of your last year, and nothing
could bring down your elated mood.
everything apart from the nightmare dressed in a black leather jacket and a
crooked smile, waltzing down the hallway with his bag lazily strung over his
shoulder. Ben Solo had been hit with a major growth spurt last year, and ever
since, he was a block of solid mass. You thanked whatever gods out there that
he didn’t like picking on you in any way other than verbal. You promptly
twirled on your heel, eager to escape his looming presence until your eventual
meeting in Chemistry. But of course he had to step in front of you, his arm now
resting against your locker, cornering you.
Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles x reader Word count: 2,455 Warnings: puns, Stiles being adorable, fluff Request from @dempsey-mantle: Basically they both get bullied if you wanna call it that by the chemistry teacher cause they are both absolutely disastrous, and for the sake of everyone else’s grades he makes them partners and they bond and always get detention for their disasters? TYSM
A/N: I wish these puns were mine, but I sadly found them all on various websites online. They’re still amazing artistry though and they make me happy. I also really really enjoyed writing this as well. Hope you like!
Summary: You stayed up late on a school night, and the side effects are as prominent as ever the next morning.
A/N: I wrote this over a couple of days so I’m sorry if some parts are a little wonky or inconsistent. It’s my longest imagine yet, lol. Also I might make this a series, maybe, maybe not :-) I’ll see how you guys like it. Ok, I think that’s it,,, enjoy!!
Staying up until 3 AM on a school night was never a good idea. However, after the new season of Stranger Things had just been released onto Netflix, your brain suddenly disregarded this well-known fact and decided that it would be a good idea to binge all the episodes in a single night. You’d certainly enjoyed the new season, but you weren’t enjoying the after effects of only getting three hours of sleep.
That was why when you’d stumbled onto the train the following morning, hair tied up in the messiest bun it’d ever been in, it took all of your willpower not to just fall asleep standing there holding onto the rail. It was just your luck that there were no open seats and you had been forced to stand up, cramming yourself in between other commuters and students and clutching onto the metal pole with one hand. You almost pulled out your phone to lazily scroll through social media, but thought better of it when the train rocked slightly and you almost went flying down the aisle.
Note to self: No matter how much Nancy Wheeler is your “badass queen”, there was no way you were going to function getting through a whole seven hour school day like this.
For heaven’s sake, even the extra-large, extra-hot coffee you’d downed before you left your apartment wasn’t even working. This was bad. And it could only get worse.
Since you mentioned it, Ironhawk college AU where everyone thinks tony and Clint are just friends and Tony has a terrible reputation for being a slut but it turns out he and Clint have been monogamous for YEARS and it's just rumors.
Send all your love and praise to @summerpipedream. They beta read this fic (and did a fantastic job). Without them this fic probably would not have been posted for a few more days, so thank you, summerpipedream. <3
“So, how would you feel if we stored the XL twin beds and we got bunk beds instead.” Tony, Clint’s new roommate, motioned at said twin beds as he stood in the middle of their dorm room. They had bumped in each other as they had been moving in, and learned that neither one of them had a parent or friend helping them, so they’d spent most of the afternoon bringing in their boxes of stuff and building a fort instead of setting up their room.
Clint was currently rearranging one of the walls of said fort. “I can chip in to pay for bunk beds, but unless you can afford to pay the storage fee, we’re sticking to the twin beds.”
“So bunk beds it is.” Tony clapped his hands together. “You can even take top bunk. I like to stay up late, so if I’m on the bottom bunk you won’t notice the light from my computer as much. I can even put up a sheet.”
“Seriously?” Tony was going to pay for storage and let Clint have top bunk? Either Tony was the best roommate ever, or this was some sort of trap and Tony was going to be the worst roommate ever.
Tony nodded, then gestured to the wall where one of the twin beds was located. “We can put a TV over there. I’ll pay for cable, unless you’re already set up for a streaming service.”
“Dude! Are you for real?”
Tony pinched himself. “I feel real.”
A smile spread across Clint’s face. “I think I’ve just fallen in love with you a little.”
“So, you up for it?” Bobbi shouted over the music and drank from her party cup. She nodded at the yellow laminated paper dangling from his neck.
It was the makeout party of the year. Everyone had to wear tags: green, yellow, or red. Red signified no kissing allowed at all, yellow was “ask first,” and green was “go for it.”
Tony and Clint had discussed it. Both had been tempted to wear green, but they had agreed it would be better to wear yellow instead.
Clint considered Bobbi. She was attractive. Very attractive. He really wanted to kiss her, but Tony had made a comment two weeks ago that he thought Bobbi had a crush on Clint. Even if it was a makeout party with no strings attached, Clint didn’t want to risk the fall out.
Besides, he had a suspicion there was a reason why Tony had brought up the crush.
“Sorry. Tempting, but my significant other might not be happy.”
“You have a girlfriend?” Bobbi frowned and cocked her head. “How come I’ve never seen her?”
Clint just smiled.
“Clint!” Tony shouted over the music as he barreled toward Clint. He shoved people aside, only pausing to grab someone wearing a green tag by the face to kiss them loudly and comically, then push them away.
Tony threw himself at Clint, his arms flopping over Clint’s shoulder and around his waist. He kissed Clint messily around his mouth, his lips never quite landing on Clint’s just right. His breath reeked of alcohol. “I love you. This party is awesome. You’re awesome. So glad we agreed to this.”
Finally, Tony’s lips found Clint’s and he shoved his tongue into Clint’s mouth.
Clint sputtered and pushed Tony’s face away. He laughed when Tony pouted at him. “You were using your tongue like my mouth was the bottom of a Nutella jar with the last bit of chocolate inside.”
“Hey, Tony,” Bobbi started hesitantly, “Clint is wearing yellow.” She pointed to Clint’s tag for Tony.
Tony scrunched his face, his alcohol addled brain not comprehending. “I think you’re missing something, Bobbi.”
Clint waved away Bobbi’s concern. “It’s okay, Tony can kiss me whenever he wants, as long as I’m not mad at him.”
Tony grinned. “Isn’t he great?” Tony asked Bobbi.
Bobbi gave them an odd look. Like she didn’t know quite what to make of them. “Yeah.”
“Looks like Tony’s made a new friend.” Sam chuckled as he elbowed Clint in the side.
Clint looked up from his stir fry bowl.
Tony was chatting with Helen Cho from his Cellular and Molecular Biology class outside of the checkout line for cafeteria food. The two were laughing. Helena hugged her tray in one arm then reached into her pocket with the other. She pulled out a pen. Tony offered his arm for her to write on.
“Damn.” Sam smirked at Bucky across the table. “Tony may have more game than you.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still single.” Bucky snatched a fry off of Sam’s plate.
“Quality, Bucky. That’s what I’m looking for.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while looking.”
Tony and Helen had separated. Tony headed over to Clint’s table.
Clint smiled and nudged Sam to scoot over to make room for Tony.
With a grunt, Sam did so. “So how’s the new girlfriend?” Sam teased Tony.
Tony rolled his eyes. “More like lab partner.” Tony sat beside Clint. Tony had only been seated for a second when he wrapped his ankle around Clint’s under the table. “Clint’s the only person for me.”
Tony pecked Clint on the cheek.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “We get it. You two are soulmate-roommates. No need to kiss each other in front of us.”
Clint and Tony shared a look and grinned.
Clint grabbed Tony’s face and gave him a hard, messy kiss that went on until Sam threw his french fries at their faces.
Tony and Clint laughed as they broke apart.
“Clint. Tony,” Steve spoke like he was talking to a potential jumper who was standing on the edge of a rooftop. “We all know you love each other.”
“Maybe a little too much,” Rhodey added.
Steve sent Rhodey an annoyed look, and Rhodey sent it right back.
“Listen, you two can’t marry each other just because you make good roommates,” Sam cut in when he saw Steve and Rhodey headbutting.
“I don’t see why not,” said Tony, who was pacing his dorm room as he looked up wedding venues on his tablet.
Clint laid sprawled on the couch, his chin resting purposefully in his hand to show off the gold band around his finger. “I think it’s the perfect reason. I mean, we have been dating for almost four years now, and we clearly enjoy living together, so why not-”
“What!” Steve, Rhodey, and Sam shouted in unison.
Clint smirked. “Have you three really been this oblivious?”
Tony scoffed. “More like they assumed I was banging every girl I talked to.”
Clint feigned ignorance. “But the kissing, Tony. We kiss all the time. We’ve even held hands when walking. For the last two years we’ve gone on vacations with each other for the holidays. We also share clothes and stuff. I feel like we’ve been pretty blatant.”
Tony gave the trio a pointed look. “I don’t know why they’ve never figured it out. All I know is, none of them should become detectives.”
“This has gotta be a prank,” Sam said.
Rhodey shook his head. “Nope. I know when Tony is lying. He’s serious. Congrats, you two. Sorry, for being a thick dumbass.”
“Does anyone else feel like everything they know is a lie?” Steve asked.
Sam huffed and clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I feel you on that. However, you have to admit, looking back on it, it does seem obvious. We should have questioned them when they started talking about sharing showers to conserve water.”
“Or you know, when we both answered the door naked that one time,” Tony added.
“So, do you three think our last name should be hyphenated, or should we make up an awesome last name?” Clint asked. “How about ‘Legend of Zelda’ for a last name?”
“Only if both of us change our middle names to ‘the’,” Tony responded.
Clint looked up at Tony adoringly. “You complete me.”