So I’ve gone through a LOT of Zutara fanfiction, probably too much if I’m being honest, and finding good fics can be really hard. When looking up fic rec lists I’ve noticed that a lot of the lists are just the same select fanfictions recommended over and over (We get it, everyone and their mother loves ‘His Majesty Prefers Blue’ and ‘Stormbenders’ [I never finished HMPB, sue me]).
So this list is for all of you who are in my shoes and can’t seem to find anything besides the same ten or fifteen stories recommended and are desperate for something new. Everything listed is complete! (If I listed the incompletes/abandoned stories I’d have a lot more chaptered stories listed… RIP ‘The Confrontational Approach’…)
I have a lot of bookmarked stories that I have yet to read and am in the middle of (Almost caught up on @firelordandlady ‘s ‘Say Anything’!), so I’ll try to update this when I finish something I think deserves a recommendation.
In a world where there is no war, Zuko and Katara spend their summers together. Growing up is messy, embarrassing, and at times sad, but they think it might be okay because they have each other. Edited summary.
I know. I KNOW. I LITERALLY JUST SAID I WASN’T GOING TO RECOMMEND FANFICS THAT ARE ON EVERYONE’S LIST. But I NEED to mention this one. I spent so long not interested in this fic. I don’t like drastic AU’s, or modern AU’s. My taste is strictly canon divergence, so I didn’t think I would like this. I WAS SO WRONG. Trust me, if you are like me and don’t like big AU’s, read this anyway. I promise, you won’t be disappointed. Characterization is still so spot on, even with such a different take. Aang is precious. There is nothing but fluff, fluff, and fluff. It will melt you. You will probably die and your spirit will rise up smiling and beaming out rainbows and sunshine. That’s what happened to me.
A tale of clumsy courtship and calamitous court weddings, featuring awkward family encounters, floral mishaps, cultural complications, and good old fashioned fluff and conflict. Takes place in the five years following war’s end. For Zutara Week 2016. A prequel to Bones.
Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow is a very commonly recommended Zutara fic (And for good reason, I shed many tears reading it). But this two-shot (A companion to Bones, a smut one shot) by the same author is really underrated and beautifully written. It follows Zuko and Katara as they try to plan their wedding, as well as shows two scenes from before they got engaged that solidified the relationship to be one they knew would last. Just really well done overall and very very sweet.
EDIT: I talked with the author and apparently it isn’t finished?? But they are apparently working on the next chapters so yay!! And each chapter is independent so it doesn’t feel unfinished.
Eight years after the fall of Ozai, Aang returns to the friends he left behind - Taang, Zutara, Sukka
This is technically a Taang fic, and if I’m being honest I kind of just skimmed through the non-zutara chapters, but the Zutara storyline was good enough that I think it’s definitely worth the read. And the overall plot has a great premise. Be warned, it has a sequel that was never finished.
Five years have passed since the Avatar defeated Fire Lord Ozai, and the members of the Gaang have all gone in their own direction. But when Aang invites them all to a Peace Summit at the North Pole and tells them of his new project, for which he will need their support, the group comes together again for adventure, fun and romance. AU. Zutara. COMPLETE.
So this fic is crazy for me. At first, it started as just really good natured fluff. The writing wasn’t anything fantastic (Although I loved how it broke the 4th wall and didn’t take itself seriously), and there were some definite OOC moments. But I had so much FUN with it. The plot (while definitely not the focus as everyone is more concerned about when Zuko and Katara will get together) was interesting, and there were some really sweet moments. It was also HILARIOUS and I had multiple moments where I genuinely laughed out loud. But then about five chapters before the end, the quality SKY ROCKETED. As the plot and mystery come together, the characters all come together in a moment that truly feels like it came from the show. Even the writing quality increases by a lot and I was genuinely shocked and impressed. Definitely recommend.
When a blizzard shuts down the fourth annual Peace Summit, the group has to find some way to pass the time. /Zutara, Taang, Jet/Mai, Jet/Everyone, Sukka
If you’re looking for a good crack fic, look no further. It’s post war and utter nonsense. Jet is alive for some reason??? No one questions it and he’s shipped with pretty much everyone. It’s funny, it’s decently written, there are drinking and sexy time shenanigans, and overall just lighthearted. Also, it does a great job of being a crack fic without crossing the line and becoming unfunny and just a trash fic. A lot struggle to find the balance and resort to going over the top and ridiculous, but this one does a really good job.
Coauthored by fuzzytomato. Troubled over his newly restored honor, Zuko finds solace in the familiar guise of the Blue Spirit. In a chance meeting with the Painted Lady, a friendship is forged as the two heroes seek to help the Fire Nation’s neglected.
I’ll admit it: I’ve never gotten into Blutara fanfictions. I only read the first couple chapters of HMPB and dropped it after the tree scene. I don’t know, it felt really OOC for me and I may go back and read it again just because EVERYONE raves about it, but IDK. I’ve never been a huge Blutara fan because while I love the concept, I’d much rather see the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit come together as equals. Most fics present Zuko behind his mask to Katara, and it feels imbalanced. There aren’t a lot of stories where we see their alter persona’s come together even though that’s the entire point of the parallel between the two. Insert this fic. I only wish there was a sequel dealing with Zuko in the Gaang after these events. Hey, a girl can dream.
Katara, the only suviving waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe, joins two con men, Zuko and Iroh, while a fearful admiral chases for her death. A Zutara Story. Based on the movie Anastasia.
So this isn’t so much a retelling of Anastasia but with Katara and Zuko as it is a fanfic version of the movie but with the characters names and world changed. It takes a lot of lines from the movie. But WHO CARES? It’s Anastasia and Zutara!!! What more do you need???
Word travels, and war stories will be told round campfires and on freighter ships until every person in the world knows what Master Katara did for the new Fire Lord. She fights the burning in her throat at the thought of people knowing why she had to heal him in the first place. Post-war Zutara.
This is an angst-with-a-happy-ending, which I say is the absolute BEST type of angst. Katara deals with the guilt of what Zuko did for her as the Fire Nation celebrates what she did to save his life during the Agni Kai. The two come together beautifully while struggling to see the feelings they both share. Really well written and like I said, it has a happy ending, which we all need.
The night before his eighteenth birthday Zuko wraps a bandage around his left wrist. He has a country to run and no time for frivolous things. It will make everything easier if he waits. Zutara Soulmates AU
ZUTARA WEEK 2012 Day Seven: Seasons. There are many stages that a heart goes through before it can finally be ready for the love it was meant to have. The road is often a rocky one but eventually, it leads you home.
A oneshot for the Zutara Week 2012 prompt ‘Seasons’. Not too much to say about it. Short, sweet, and well written. What more do you need?
ZUTARA WEEK 2010 Day Three: Pain. After watching “The Ember Island Players”, no one is in the mood for teasing. But a little slip of the tongue leads to the painful realization that the play was more accurate than they were willing to admit.
There are two Zutara plots/tropes that I am a complete and utter SLUT for. The first is the ‘Let’s talk about that EIP show’ trope. This is one of my favorites.
Why do our hearts remain dormant until a climactic moment makes time stand still?
And here’s yet another finale rewrite. There is a really popular Zutara gifset that someone animated of the Agni Kai ‘Thank you’ scene, but Katara kisses Zuko after she hugs him. This is the fanfiction equivalent of that gif set.
Zuko and Katara; the moments we didn’t see. Or: Maybe we are all somebody’s ghost. And maybe sometimes we can be more than that.
“…My quarrel has only ever been with you, Zuko,” she says, his name sharp on her tongue. “This has only ever been about me and you.”
“You’re wrong,” he rasps, his voice rough in the late afternoon sunlight that falls around them, tangles them in golden nets. “This has only ever been about me and the Avatar. Not you and me. What we hold between us has nothing to do with it.”
This is a really beautiful one-shot that follows a battered, war torn and hardened Zuko and Katara through the scenes we DIDN’T see throughout the entire show. A Zutara must-read.
A collection of humorous and crack-tastic oneshots corresponding to the days of Zutara Month
Really great Zutara Month themed drabbles, and it contains the only body swapping plot that I’ve read and really enjoyed. Also the chapters ‘Potential’ and ‘Festival’ are some of my all time favorites.
Zuko was many things, but a coward he was not. A collection of Zutara100 prompts. Title may change.
Definitely some heartbreakers and angsty drabbles in here, but all well written and thoroughly enjoyable. If you read ANYTHING from this list, read chapter two of this drabble collection. I MELTED when I read it. It’s perfection. Aunt Wu’s prediction has always been a plotline I’ve loved in Zutara fanfiction, and this one just does it PERFECTLY.
It started at a tea shop and ended with forever. My entries for Zutara Week 2015. I hope you enjoy them.
Oh my GOODNESS. So they’re Zutara Week prompts, but all set in the same universe. The Zutara!Family depicted in these drabbles has become my headcanon. I’ve seen many a Zutara family, but this one is by far my FAVORITE. This is now my official family for them. I want the very last chapter fully animated because it’s so good and epic and I want more of this families adventures.
"Go on, I dare you" for the prompt thingy, WinterIron, (no angst pls)
“Go on,” Tony said, schooling his face into a straight expression. “I dare you.”
Like it was something they had practiced, Bucky and Clint looked at the door, looked at each other, looked at the door, looked at Tony, and then shook their heads.
“No way,” Clint said. “The last time I woke Natasha up, she stabbed me.”
Bucky nodded. “Doll, I love you, but that is one mountain I am not willing to climb.”
“Wimps,” Tony said.
“Did you not hear the part about stabbing?” Clint yanked up his shirt and pointed to the small scar on his ribs. “With a knife!”
Tony gave him a bored look. “That is typically how you stab someone, yes.” He took a step towards the door. Bucky immediately grabbed his arm.
“Tony, no. Please don’t do this,” he begged.
“Bucky bear, light of my life, I am literally just going to ask Natasha if she accidentally took the remote to bed with her last night,” Tony said. He did his damndest not to laugh. Bucky’s panicked expression was adorable.
“It’ll be fine.” Tony patted Bucky’s cheek. “I promise.”
Like the dramatic dumbass he was, Bucky jerked him into a hug and a long, deep kiss, like it was the last time they were going to see each other. “I love you. Godspeed.”
“Seriously. Wimps,” Tony said, squirming out of the hold.
“WITH A KNIFE!” Clint whisper-screamed; he couldn’t yell too loud for fear of waking Natasha up.
Tony rolled his eyes and opened the door. He was familiar enough with Natasha’s bedroom that he didn’t bang into anything as he made his way over to the bed. All he could see was a mountain of blankets. He assumed Natasha was somewhere inside.
“Tasha?” he asked softly. “Do you have the remote?”
There was a moment of silence. Then the mountain moved. A small hand appeared holding the remote. Tony smiled and took it.
“Thanks. Cupcakes later?”
The hand made a thumbs up.
“Cool. Sleep well.” He tiptoed out of the room and closed the door, then brandished the remote like a trophy.
- Their first kiss happens one weekend during their Sophomore year of High School. They’re hanging out in Richie’s room (one of the rare occasions where he lets Eddie into his house before they start dating, since he’s scared of him seeing his mom).
-They’re chilling in his room, laying on their stomachs on Richie’s (messy) bed. Richie has a CD he made playing on his desk. They have a bag of cheetos between them and cans of coke on the floor in front of the bed.
- Suddenly Richie gives Eddie that huge shit-eating grin that Eddie’s so accustomed to and starts getting antsy from staying in the same place for a while. He starts poking Eddie and just being annoying while laughing super hard.
- As a payback, Eddie takes a handful of cheetos and smears it all over Richie’s face, getting cheeto dust everywhere. He’s grossed out but he’s also laughing, as it seemed to shut Richie up pretty quick and he was trying to rub the orange powder off his skin.
- Richie starts attempting to rub his face on Eddie’s shirt and even on his cheek just because he knows it’ll piss him off.
- Eddie starts shrieking and laughing so much, telling Richie to get the fuck off of him. Richie replies by pretty much telling Eddie he brought this on himself.
- Their faces get really close and they pull apart, embarrassed. Richie gets up and goes to his bathroom which is attached to the side of his room so he can wash his face and hands, and even washes his mouth with mouthwash while Eddie watches, confused as to why he’s going to such lengths.
- Richie lays back down next to Eddie and they continue reading. Richie gets bored and antsy again, so he decides to fuck with Eddie a bit.
- He starts to bring his face really close to Eddie and stare at him. Eddie pretends not to notice and just continues reading the comic book in front of him, only casting super quick side glances from the corner of his eye and hoping his cheeks aren’t red.
- Richie is annoyed by Eddie ignoring him, so he gives him a small peck on the cheek before jumping off the bed so Eddie won’t slap him.
- But instead of getting pissed, Eddie just gets flustered. He asks Richie, “What the fuck did you do that for, you weirdo?” but says it with a small smile. Richie asks why “Eds doesn’t want a smooch from Ol’ Richie” and tells him to pucker up
- Richie tries pecking at his cheeks again and Eddie’s swatting him away, telling him he doesn’t want to catch whichever multitude of diseases are festering in his mouth.
- Richie pretends to be offended and says “But I just washed my mouth, didn’t you see? Nothing festering in here, I can assure you. I gotta keep my dental hygiene impeccable anyways, you know my dad is a dentist”
- Eddie goes, “Yeah, and the rest of your hygiene suffers for it.” They both laugh. Richie, still pretending to be hurt, moves away from Eddie to sit up a bit farther away on his bed.
- Eddie sorta feels bad and tells Richie his hygiene is fine and that he actually smells pretty good most of the time; he’s not as gross as Eddie always says he his. This is Eddie’s attempt at being serious.
- They’re quite for a second after this moment of seriousness and then burst out in loud laughter. Richie thanks Eddie for that incredible compliment.
- Eddie’s hurt that Richie was laughing at his sincerity and says that’s the last fucking time he’s ever complimenting him, and shoves him over.
- Their laughter dies down and Richie asks, “So… you’re not completely repulsed by me?” Eddie shakes his head no.
- “You don’t think I have AIDS or Cooties or anything like that?” Again, Eddie says no.
- “Can I kiss you, then?”
- Eddie’s not surprised because they’ve been leading up to this for a while, and they’ve had crushes on each other for months if not years. Even so, he’s still super flustered and his heart his beating so fast.
- He nods his head yes, and he’s the one that goes forward to connect their lips.
- After they move back, Richie takes a look at Eddie’s tomato face and starts laughing at him. “… EDS, WHAT KIND OF FACE IS THAT”
- Eddie’s like “WHY DO I EVEN LIKE YOU”
- Eddie starts to get up, and Richie pulls him back down. In a rare moment of cheesiness (Richie is totally a hopeless romantic at heart), he tells Eddie how happy he is since he’s had a crush on him for so long.
- Eddie’s super happy and they’re super cuddly and close the rest of the night.
- That night, Richie calls Bev and is like “BITCH GUESS THE FUCK WHAT!!” She’s so happy for them that she screams on the phone after Richie tells her.
- That night Richie can’t fall asleep and his cheeks hurt from smiling too much. Eddie can’t sleep either because every time he thinks about it he has to use his inhaler.
Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L
Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.
PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest. ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )
CHAPTER SUMMARY: feelings develop and the reader comes to find out that steve truly does care about her.
After sitting in the cellar for almost two and a half hours and Steve taking it upon himself to comfort you once again. Dustin had finally gotten through the story about the Demogorgon, and the upside down. It was a lot for you to take in. And if both Steve and Dustin didn’t confirm it you would have sworn it was just a bad prank. Also the giant hole in your cellar caused you not to question it very much. A hole, by the way, that looked like it went on for miles.
Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person. She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now? She was panicking.
Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one. Maggie had been first. She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise. She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.
Characters: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7
Warning/s: Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just
because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage
(light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream
sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what
else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it
Length: 5,768 words
A/N: OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment
of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven!
It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more
than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg). I wanted to thank each and every one of you
who had consistently shown love and support for this series! I didn’t really expect to receive this much
love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!
By the way
here is the final installment, I hope it is good? And things got a bit out of hand, as always,
so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!
make sure to read until the end :)))))))))))))))) That’s it, enjoooooooooy!
At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the
soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come
back. They cannot make you stop talking
about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them
more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling
so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on
your guest room or living room.
“_____, let’s tak-“
“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?”
Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum
just let out a sigh.
“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s
done.” Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the
“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can
you say about him?” Mark asks before
downing the rest of his beer.
“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn! He is so sexy when he dances. Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn! It is the first time that I envied a fucking
floor. Can he hump on me like that
too? Huh??? What do you think? That will be great, right? Damn…”
You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.
“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed,
okay? ______?” You nodded and you barely had your eyes open
when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your
room. Jaebum and Mark just sighed before
cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back
so that they can all go home and call this a night.
Summary:After a visit to the dentist, Dan is prescribed a form of ‘medication’ he doesn’t necessarily agree with.
Author Note: Since all my past little!space fics have been fairly well received, I wanted to write another. However, I want this one, for sake of believability (used loosely), to be paced out better. So this will be a full series. This may not be packed with little!space but it will only get better from here!
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
“Where does Sam think you are right now?”
Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”
You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.
Summary: Dean’s use of a pick up line may have gotten him into more trouble than he bargained for.
Characters: Dean Winchester x female reader, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2978
Warnings: Canon typical violence, language, additional warnings beneath the cut to avoid spoilers
Author’s Notes: Written for @impalaimagining Cheesy Pick Up Line Challenge. Congrats on 4,000! My line was “I lost my phone number, can I have yours?” This contains one of those cliched searches through a decrepit, abandoned building. This got away from me a little.
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A while back @benaya-trash drew this wonderful art for my long!fic: To Build a Home (Of Sorts). I absolutely love it so thank you so much!!!
“You’re back,” he said in more of a question.
“Yeah, I am,” Stiles answered.
“For how long?”
That is when the silence kicked in for real, and Stiles went rigid and nervous, “uh…well, Derek, that depends on you.”
“I’m not doing the map anymore, I sorta ripped it up. Self-righteous I know,” Stiles babbled, “and, I kind of ran out on you and I just couldn’t stop thinking about how I never let you explain the whole Skype thing. Then again, I can totally understand if I overstepped, I was only half kidding about Christmas. Anyways…um I just, you have this big house all to yourself and I don’t really feel like going back to Beacon Hills for a while and I just thought….I just figured if–ya know if it was cool with you maybe I could stay?”
Derek opened his mouth, a response half baked in his throat, but Stiles kept on going.
“Of course I’d help and stuff, this time I promise not to nail my shirt to anything. I mean I assume you’re going to be putting furniture in soon. If it’s from Ikea I can totally help with that, I am the master of those things, Scott assembled his desk the wrong way after two hours but I fixed it in about thirty minutes. Like I said, master of Ikea stuff. Also despite what you may have seen at my dad’s house I promise not to leave a huge mess. Okay…maybe my habit of leaving towels on the floor will take a while to kick, but I’ll try and remember not to do that and–”
“Stiles,” Derek interjected, setting the glass down with a loud thunk, “I leave towels on the floor too.”
That was the last thing Stiles expected him to say. His jaw fell to the ground in shock, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Stiles let out a small laugh and Derek let himself get lost in it. The laugh went on for a few more seconds before dissipating, the joy replaced with a newfound seriousness.
“Wait–was that a yes?”
Derek looked up from his hands, the easy answer heavy on his tongue.
Stiles let out a long sounding sigh, his shoulders falling and face relaxing from its pinched state. The house would no longer be silent for days on end, Cora would no longer be the only person he talked to, the house would no longer just be a house.
Suddenly, with Stiles here, it had the potential to be a home.
Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman is a live-action Superman TV show from the 90s. The same Superman story we all love, Kal-El of Krypton was sent to Earth as an infant and grows up with the Kents (though in this show, Jonathan Kent is still alive and well). It stars Dean Cain as Clark Kent/Superman and Teri Hatcher as Lois Lane.
It’s sort of different from other Superman shows in that the relationship between Lois and Clark is at the forefront. It’s almost a love triangle (but not quite) with Clark, Lois, and Superman. Clark is also very different from most portrayals. Most of the time, Clark Kent is considered the secret identity, the person he pretends to be when he needs information. But in this show, he is Clark. Superman is just his job.
Anyway, the real charm of Lois & Clark is in its… 90s-ness. It’s silly, and corny, and never quite takes itself seriously. The plots are cartoony, but fun. A five part arc revolves around a frog-eating clone of Lois Lane running around while the real Lois has amnesia and thinks she’s a lounge singer. The special effects are delightfully bad. Everyone writes their reports for the Daily Planet on their big clunky computers. The internet barely exists.
The real reason I love Lois & Clark is it’s just… fun to watch. It’s stupid and it’s amazing and laugh-out-loud ridiculous. I 100% recommend it.
Craig was sitting alone in a coffee shop and wishing he could kiss the barista. They were the only two people in the room and God, was this kid cute. Sure his hair was a mess, but he made it work.
The cute boy bit his lip as he fiddled with the coffee machine, and Craig took a long sip of his drink. He was sure the boy lived here in town, in South Park.
Craig was only there to visit his cousin Red, and he had to say he wasn’t impressed. Well, until now that is. This boy at the coffee shop was almost enough to make him pack up his bags and move to this tiny town on top of the mountain. He was-
“Do you want something?” The barista asked snottily. Fuck. He’d been caught.
“Uh, sorry? What do you mean?” Craig asked, trying his best to play dumb.
“You were staring at me. For like…a really long time.” The barista reiterated.
Craig stood up from his table. This was his chance! Maybe he could snag this kid’s number. He walked closer to the counter.
“Sorry. It’s just that
you’re a little….distracting. What’s your name, by the way?
The other boy blushed, still seeming annoyed with him.
Craig froze for a second, making sure he
wasn’t missing some joke.
“Wait, let’s go back to you for a second. Tweek? That’s the dumbest name I’ve ever heard.”
The cute bo-Tweek frowned and seemed to consider whether or not to throw Craig’s order in his face.
“Fuck you! It’s not my fault my parents are insane. What’s your name? Probably something completely normal, huh? Typical.”
If Craig wasn’t so shocked by his outburst, he would’ve laughed.
“It’s-uh-Craig?” He said, nervous under Tweek’s judgemental gaze.
Tweek stared at him for a moment, amused, before bursting into laughter.
“Yeah, so?” Craig asked defensively. “Your name is Tweek!”
“I haven’t met anyone under…sixty who’s name is Craig! You can’t talk about dumb names, old man.”
Craig took a sip from his drink just to hide a smile. Tweek was getting cuter by the second.
“You know, I heard this town kind of sucks.” He commented conversationally. “Is that true?”
A look passed over Tweek’s face that was almost indecipherable.
“Yes.” He answered quickly. “That’s true. Very, very true.
Craig’s eyes widened just a little at the cryptic response, but he managed to recover quickly.
“Yeah? Well, for South Park I don’t think you’re half bad. In fact, I think I kind of like you. A latte.”
Tweek stared him blankly. Craig wished he was dead.
Tweek started smirking. Just a little.
Tweek laughed out loud, and the noise was so sharp and loud that it caused a bird lingering outside the shop to fly away.
“Did you just use a coffee shop pun on me? Seriously?”
Craig hoped the lighting was dim enough to hide his red cheeks.
“Shut up! I thought you would like it! I’m trying to be cute.”
Tweek smiled sympathetically. He seemed almost….endeared?
“It must be hard with your sense of direction.” He said almost apologetically.
“I said it must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick up line and all.”
Craig’s brain took a second to catch up to Tweek’s wit but when it did, he smirked.
“You were cute already.” Tweek said with a smile. “The pun made it worse.”
Craig cracked a smile of his own, leaning further over the counter in a manner he hoped was flirtatious.
“Do you think I still have a chance?”
Tweek leaned in too, until their faces were only inches from each other.
“We’ll see.” He teased.
He pulled away abruptly, startling Craig just a little.
“Closing time!” He announced.
“We close early during the holidays. Notice how you’re the only one here?”
“Come back tomorrow. Maybe I’ll make you something special.”
He winked and Craig gawked at him, backing out of the store.
“And by the way, Craig?” Tweek said as he door opened. “I like the way you expresso yourself.”
As the door slammed shut, Craig grinned like an idiot. Coffee had never tasted better.
A/N: for Alice. prompt: ‘clarke tells bellamy he makes her happy’
This takes place in the weeks between 4.03 and 4.04.
Clarke overhears that Bellamy has returned from his hunting trip, and she immediately drops everything to go find him.
It could probably wait— it could definitely wait— but she’s been stressed the whole day. Seeing and talking to all the people she hasn’t put on the list has taken its toll. Knowing that she put herself on that list instead of one of them has made her increasingly distressed as the hours went by. Somehow, she just thinks if she catches a glimpse of Bellamy right now, she’ll be calmer. She won’t feel as alone. That’s all she needs— a glimpse. She’ll just drop by to say hello and then be on her way.
That’s all she needs. Really.
Clarke finds him helping Niylah and Raven in one of the storage rooms, where they’re busy preparing meat for storage. Bellamy has unloaded all the game from the day’s trip, and currently has his arms submerged up to the elbows in a bucket of sudsy water.
He glances up when she enters. As always, she feels a little wave of comfort when his dark eyes find hers.
And all her plans to keep this to a ‘hello’ go out the window.
You heard a crash echo and you jumped, turning your head sharply just to see that it had been two football jockeys messing around. You exhaled and dropped your head, your hand resting over your heart as you could feel it race.
The first word that comes to my mind when I think of him. Jeon Jungkook. His dark brown hair- a perfect contrast to his slightly tanned skin and his prominent deep brown eyes. Superficially, he really is the perfect human being. But if you look deeper, you discover that under the beautiful shell, there is an even nicer core. His smile which- if it is sincere- could brighten a room and provide a moment for worlds peace. The sound of his laughter is carefree, stunning and one of the most beautiful sounds my ears have ever heard.