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Not Your Average Zutara Fic Rec

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. 

Chaptered

In the Same Candlelight by Like a Dove

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. 

Lilacs and Lily Pads by sadladybug

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.  

The Slow Path by Tazainian Devil

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. 

Another Word For Alchemy by FanPanda13

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. 

Kyoshi Hold ‘Em by cupid-painted-blind

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. 

Come With Me by Steamboat Ghost

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. 

A Zutara Story Anastasia by LastSunset

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??? 

Oneshot

this burden you bear by cowlicklesschick

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 Best of Me by Laririn-Shadow

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

Soulmate AU’s usually aren’t my thing (With the glaring exception of one Until Dawn Soulmate AU, but that’s besides the point), but I really enjoyed this oneshot. It isn’t sweeping or insanely romantic and the reveal isn’t “OMG I’VE LOVED YOU THIS WHOLE TIME” But it’s a subtle love that grows, which I really like.  

my salvation, he’s not anything by sarsaparillia

Let’s run away and start another war. — Zuko/Katara.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What can I say? I love the ‘Let’s run away together, consequences be damned’ trope. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Time is Ripe by Casa Circe

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? 

Serendipity by Boriqua-chan

Iroh goes hunting for tea leaves and finds something…interesting. /Zutara week, day 1/

Secret relationships! Fluff! Happiness! And all from Uncle Iroh’s perspective!! Everything I love in one great oneshot! 

Too Close for Comfort also by Casa Circe

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. 

The Color of Truth is Red by Mrs. Pettyfer

Written for Zutara Week prompt “awkward.” Zuko and Katara discuss the Ember Island Players.

Another post EIP oneshot

Enlightenment by Blade Quill

Choices are made on the day of Zuko’s coronation, and sometimes, enlightenment is just the simple truth at hand. Zutara. AU of the final moments of the Book 3 Finale

The OTHER plot/trope I’m a slut for is finale rewrites. LET ME SEE THEM COME TOGETHER AFTER HE TAKES LIGHTNING FOR HER. Ugh, I love it. 

Framework by profoundlycan

What if in “Sozin’s Comet” Katara had come into the room instead of Mai? Zuko/Katara. Prequel to Schema.

 Another finale rewrite! Let’s just get Mai out of the picture here… 

Lightning Shocks the Heart by drunkzutarafeels

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. 

Sunrise by lewilder

The days go on and on, and even if she feels more comfort from the moon, Katara learns to cherish the promise of each new sunrise. Zutara AU, largely finale-centric. Oneshot.

LAST FINALE AU I PROMISE. Really sweet, starts right after The Southern Raiders and goes past canon. 

all the ghosts we cannot kill (we learn to love) by raisindeatre

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.

Drabble Collection/Series

And Other Fairly Stupid Tales by Advocaat

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 No Coward by hootowl

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. 

Zutara Week 2012 by ichilover3

A collection of oneshots inspired by the prompts for Zutara Week

Not much more to say. The first, third, and fourth prompts are my favorite from this series. 

Zutara Week 2015 by bianca_anna

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. 

Dating Stiles Stilinski Would Include

warnings: mentions of sex

- you and stiles are neighbors, but he didn’t really notice you much.

- that is until you hit a puberty stage in the seventh grade, and suddenly he was tripping over his feet crossing the street to your house. you were shocked when he asked if you wanted to ride bikes with him.

- but you said yes anyways cuz how could you turn down the adorable little spazz. 

 - you and Stiles became best friends easily in the one day, and overtime you him and Scott were a tight little group.

- scott asked you to your first dance in eighth grade, yes, scott. You’d looked between him and Stiles, and when the buzz cut boy said nothing, you said yes to scott

- no, Scott did not have a crush on you, nor you him, but you had a great time that night. though when a slow song came on, Scott made an excuse for punch and asked if you’d rather dance with stiles

- Stiles barely knew how to dance to slow songs, but you taught him. holding your arms around his neck, and his at your waist comfortably. and at one point you’d laid your head on his chest and made him promise you’d be best friends forever. he did without hesitation.

- in freshman year, it was painfully obvious that he was head over heels for Lydia Martin

- (or so you thought. that’s just what stiles wanted you to think)

- but your friendship continued nonetheless, and your growing feelings for the boy continued as well.

- the both of you always made witty remarks. as well as being on the same level of sarcasm. so the banter was great

- except to Scott, who was constantly worn out by it

- seriously. he always took out his inhaler whenever you two got into it

- you’d really pushed yourself to look for nice for homecoming that year.  You’d forced Scott to take you to the mall and critique each and every dress you tried on

- he told you nervously that you looked hot in the one you’d ended up picking, and you gave him finger guns

- STILES ASKED YOU TO DANCE

- you went with Scott and Stiles to the woods that fateful night, in hopes of seeing a severed body

- you and Stiles figured out together that Scott was a werewolf

- when he went to confront Scott about it, he made you stay at his house.  It turned into a nasty argument, which ended with him yelling that he wasn’t letting you get hurt in the process

- you made up easily.  It was you and Stiles.  Of course you did

- but you were with Scott and Stiles when Scott was chained up to the radiator, so that he wouldn’t go crazy on the full moon.

- you sat with Stiles in the hallway, both of you trying not to cry to the sound of Scott’s audible agony.  You saw your freckled friend close his eyes tight, and leaned your head onto his shoulder.  The action provided more comfort than you’d ever know

- the winter formal was a colossal disaster.  Scott snuck in, Stiles was with Lydia the whole night, Jackson was a jerk, you were left alone the entire night, and Lydia got attacked by Peter.

- you did comfort Stiles a little bit later that night in the hospital

- and you beat the shit out of Peter Hale with a baseball bat.  Which resulted in you getting scratched deep on your arm.  Scott Stiles and Allison took you to the hospital the second that Peter’s throat was slashed.  Scott taking Stiles’ keys and starting the Jeep, Allison rushing into the passenger’s seat.  Stiles was holding your nearly unconscious body in the backseat, letting you lay across his lap.  You didn’t really comprehend how hard he was crying

- you didn’t know that he slept in the waiting room for two nights in a row while you were under strict ‘family only’ visiting hours

- but he ran into the room the second Melissa allowed it.  You cried upon seeing him, weakly holding your arms out for him to hug you.  Your pain washing away as soon as he held you in his arms.

- you had to stay in one more night, and Stiles stayed again much to your protests, and he pulled up a folding chair in the room.  Sitting next to your bed and laying his head on the sheets.  He accidentally fell asleep before you did, so you spent half an hour just running your fingers over his buzz cut and thinking about the life you had.

- but don’t worry, the cut wasn’t deep enough to turn you into anything

- you and Stiles became messengers for Scott and Allison.  A tiring, yet sometimes fun job

- Stiles telling you all of his suspicions about Allison’s grandfather, Gerard

- as well as complaining about how cocky Jackson had become

- standing up for Stiles (and Scott when Jackson dared threaten a werewolf) whenever the little shit poked fun at him.

- he stood up for you too, because Jackson… well he was just a dick

- you became closer with Allison and Lydia, but your friendship with Stiles never faltered

- when Stiles found out that Matt was stalking both you and Allison, he flipped shit, and you were crying because you didn’t want him to know.  (because you knew he’d freak out

- Stiles didn’t tell you he punched Matt the next day

- you and Stiles laughed for a long time about how ironic it was that Jackson was the kanima.  I mean, come on, a lizard? Of course it was him.  Jackson’s a fucking snake.

- it got unfunny real fast at Lydia’s birthday party

- you had refused to drink, knowing someone had to have spiked it.  So you saw Stiles lose his mind in the middle of the party, and dragged him outside.  He kept mumbling on about disappointing his father, which made you cry.

- you and Stiles accidentally passed out spooning on Lydia’s couch that night

- the night at the train station still freaks you out.  First Matt tried to get you to join him, and when you’d told him to fuck off, he had Jackson the kanima paralyze you.  Your limp body was tied to a chair for the entire night, and you had to watch him pull a gun on Stiles, and shoot Scott.  

- you later caught Gerard drowning him when you’d been heading home.  You’d grabbed Stiles’ hand so fast, unsure of what to do.  Yes, the boy needed to be punished, you surely didn’t want him to have a happily every after… but he was so afraid and in so much pain.

- you Stiles and Scott picked a lot of classes together over the summer

- Stiles began to grow his hair out, which you supported more the longer it got

- also had a summer road trip to San Diego for a weekend.  Big back to school shopping spree

- you were nervous going back to school after the shitty way last year ended, but Stiles constantly assured you that it would all be okay

- you complained to him constantly about the awkwardness of being friends with both Scott and Allison, and how you barely mentioned one around the other.   

- “but I’m your best friend, right?” to which you’d eagerly nodded to

- groaning the second Scott told you about the alpha pack.

- “can’t i catch a break!?”

- you and Stiles catching a quick two second flicker in Scott’s eyes, shifting from brown to yellow, to red, then back to yellow.  You exchanged a glance that said you’d talk about it after fighting the alpha pack.

- you getting closer with Isaac, and sitting with him on the bus ride to the motel
(you didn’t know Stiles was pestering Scott as to why you’d choose to sit next to a boy who wore scarves that looked like scarves that you would buy.  But Scott was in too much pain to care about his friend’s love life problems)

- you had known all along Lydia and Allison were trailing the bus, because Lydia was snap chatting you about how Allison was so still in love with Scott.  While you were snap chatting her about your Stiles problems

- when you stopped at a rest stop so Allison could stitch up Scott, you were freaking out outside the bathroom, but Lydia and Isaac had no idea how to comfort you

- Stiles had rushed over and held you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest and cooing softly to you.

- “you’re okay, and you know Scott will be okay, don’t worry too much then others will wonder what’s going on in there” 

- after that, Isaac sat with Scott the rest of the bus ride to the motel, and you sat with Stiles

- most of the night, Stiles made you stay in his and Scott’s motel room because weird things were happening.  He’d told you to stay in there after Ethan tried to cut open his stomach with a saw

- “Stiles you know I can handle myself fine-”

- “I know you can, I do, but this is different, they have no idea what’s going on either so I need you to just stay in here, and stay safe

- you’d listened, and ended up falling asleep on the bed waiting for someone to return

- you woke up when the door opened, a soaking Scott and exhausted Stiles dragging in.  Stiles asked if you were staying with them instead of the girls tonight, and you’d nodded limply.

- after Scott got in the shower, Stiles collapsed onto the mattress next to you, mumbling ‘we’re sharing a bed by the way’ and you’d only nodded

- you restrained from screaming when he told you what had happened that resulted in Scott being drenched in gasoline.  The thought of Stiles… him being gone… it killed you.  But you didn’t say anything, just snuggled up against him and fell asleep in his arms.  It meant more than words could’ve said

- you sat with him on the bus the next morning too.  He didn’t wake you up when you left, just carried your sleeping body out to the bus and gave you his flannel to use as a blanket

- you woke up next to him relatively happy upon finding the clothing on you and your head on his shoulder, his head atop yours as he played on his phone

- you were taken with Melissa Chris and Noah, because you’d figured out that Jennifer was the darach, and what her next move was.  You were on your way to warn Stiles when she’d caught you

- you were trapped in the nemeton, but you still just had this feeling in you that Scott became an alpha.  You’d later learn that it was because in a way, without being a werewolf, you were his beta

- when Stiles got you and his father back, the group hug between you three was so tight you cried harder

- he called you the second he started getting night terrors

- and soon Noah began to just come pick you up and bring to the house in the middle of the night because you were the only one who could get him to stop screaming

shh Stiles, it’s not real I promise” you laid down next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. When Stiles shakily nodded, laying down with you, Noah left the room.

“It’s not real” He’d repeat over and over.

- you always stayed on your respective sides of the bed

- you helped Allison get her stability back in the woods, and helped Stiles get his ability to read back

- it took you stepping on a bear trap for it to happen, but hey! he did it!

- Stiles told you first about his dementia

- you were as calm as possible, hugging him and telling him it’d be okay, not shedding a tear

- you went straight to Scott’s and screamed and cried and beat up his chest with your fists in anger, eventually falling to the ground in defeat and exhaustion

- you felt as numb as Stiles looked

- you went with him and Scott to the hospital for the MRI, the three of you group hugging when it was all over

- Trying not to cry.  A lot those days.  Mostly not in front of Stiles, so you ended up crashing on the McCall living room couch and taking over Allison’s bed.

Maybe you should go talk to Stiles, I think you guys need some closure with each other”

“Scotty, I love you, but that would just end with me telling him I love him and there’s enough shit already”

and

“Stiles, you can’t just sit next to her anymore.  You gotta tell her it’s all going to be okay.  You’re little game of ‘we don’t need words’ can’t last forever”

“Scotty, I love you, but that would just end with me telling her I love her and there’s enough shit already”

- You eventually broke.  Like a twig actually.  You’d been sitting on his bed, messing around on your phone when he told you that he was going to admit himself to Eichen.

Are you insane? Did you actually lose your mind?!”

“y/n… maybe they can help…”

“Why can’t we help?!”

“Professional help y/n”

- You cried a lot, too much, you got tears and makeup all over his favorite flannel.  But he didn’t care, he was just glad you finally showed some emotion

- You went with him Scott and Noah to the hospital.  You stood silently with them as he checked in, holding his hand so tight you wondered if he was in any pain.  But he didn’t show any

- You didn’t let go until he hugged Scott and his father goodbye.  Noah excused himself to go ‘start the car’ and Scott ‘offered to help’

(they shipped you two hard)

- Stiles giving you the biggest bear hug and lifting you off the ground.

Just promise not to die in here, this place reeks of depression and I’m not even a werewolf” 

“I promise.  I’m coming back okay?”

- holding his face between your hands and wiping away the tears (he was trying not to let show) with your thumbs

I’m holding you to that promise”

- two days later not being able to take it anymore.  Lydia had offered a million times to conceal the bags under your eyes, and Allison offered a million times to take you shopping.  Kira even invited you over for a sleepover.

- Scott being the only one who wasn’t pushing you to do anything.  

- in fact he was the one who drove you to Eichen to give Stiles his pillow

I’m sorry ma’am, he can’t have visitors yet-”

“Tough shit”

- Scott being surprised when you pushed past the nurse and waltzed towards Stiles’ room because you were usually so calm and collected in public, and never disrespectful towards your elders

- Swiping a key card off of a passing orderly, and pretty much sneaking into Stiles’ little chamber that was hardly an actual warm

- Your heart broke when you looked at him.  His eyes were dark, there were pink bags under them, and his skin was much paler than usual

y/n? Scott? How’d you guys even get in?”

- being tugged into a hug that made you feel like home wasn’t a place anymore

- he smiled when you showed him that you’d brought his pillow

Stiles… what did they do to you?”

- your reunion was short lasted, and you were being dragged out by a male nurse named Brunski

Wait- y/n-!”

“Stiles!”

“I’m gonna get out soon!”

- hearing him yell those same words over and over as Brunski kicked you and Scott out of the building

- wearing Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie for the next few days, waiting for him to come back

- When Noah picked him up, he brought him straight to your house, again, shattering your heart at his clearly unstable persona

- He told you first that he’d known Void had taken over

- You both sat on your bed for a long time, criss cross in the middle of the mattress just talking over everything that happened

- He was crying by the time he got to the part about Void making him have sex with Malia (which he never really knew if it was Void..or him…) and kill his room mate Oliver

I’m a killer I’m a killer y/n I belong there I’m a psycho”

“No.. no Stiles that’s not you, that’s the demon it’s not you”

- He broke down a few times that day, and you had him lay his head in your lap so you could softly run your hands through his hair.  He fell asleep mumbling something about voices

- You called the pack quickly and had them come over

- BIG pack meeting (while Stiles was asleep in your room) about what you were going to do

y/n what if he takes over and you- or or- or anyone- what if someone gets hurt?”

“You’re not going to hurt me Stiles”

- having that conversation a lot

- in school just grabbing onto his hand when he’d get quiet, in the halls at lunch, in class

- whenever you were separated, texting him constantly

you: how do you feel?
Stiles: idk lonely
you: you’re in bio right?
stiles: yeah
you: I’m on my way over tell the teach you’re goin to the bathroom

- this happened many many times in a single day

- seriously his teacher began to ask if he had some bladder infection

- the day Stiles Void was in Derek’s loft was a hard day for you.  Watching Chris pull a gun on the boy made you scream, but before you could go up to the Man, Derek had pinned your arms behind your back

- it hurt more seeing Void smirk upon the action

oh your little spazz is so pissed right now.  he’s quite angry with you Derek” The demon chuckled louder when everyone exchanged confused glances.  “Well, you’re hurting y/n”

- you officially became afraid of Void when Allison had attempted to taser him, and it had no effect on him.

- you hid behind Scott while he was tied to the chair

“he’s so upset y/n, he’s upset that he’s the one scaring you”

- you moved further behind Scott, gripping onto the Alpha’s arm and burying your face into his back

oh this is new… jealousy.  he’s not a happy camper”

- you silently thanked Melissa when she put a thick duct tape over his mouth

- watching him pull foot after foot of rope from his throat horrified you in a way that will haunt your nightmares for many years to come

it’s me guys, I swear it’s me”

- beating Scott to it, and both you and Stiles crashing onto the ground in a hug.  You cried into his neck, your body crushing his chest.  His arms wound around you and he cried too

- you stuck next to him in the McCall living room while everyone else came up with the plan to get Lydia back from Void

you’re okay now?”

- he’d responded by putting his head on your shoulder, and taking your hand in his

I’m here to save my best friend”

“And I’m here to save mine”

- Scott had looked at you, prompting you to say what everyone (minus Stiles) knew you were here for (to save the boy you loved) but you’d only nodded, too afraid in the moment to say anything

- you’d screamed, nearly louder than Lydia upon seeing an Oni pierce a blade through your Argent friend

- Stiles had grabbed onto you so fast, holding your face against his chest as you were still screaming, body convulsing against his.

- he ended up having to pick you up off the ground, while Scott was with Allison.  He carried you to the jeep, and you sat in silence with him in the backseat

- Chris took you both with him, Scott, Isaac, and Lydia to the police station to *cough* explain the death of Allison Argent

- Noah let you stay silent, seeing how much deeper it was  effecting you

- the man took you with him and Stiles home for the night

- you barely slept, you just laid in bed across from Stiles, who was holding both your hands between his

It’s my fault, I did it to her-”

“Stop, you didn’t, you know you didn’t”

- you were already out of tears, the entire void experience had drained you, so you were mostly in silence.  But here and there Stiles would say something to you

Do you hate me?”

“Of course not”

- he asked this a few more times that night, until eventually you leaned up, and kissed his cheek, then buried your face into his shirt, whispering a soft ‘no’ before finally falling asleep

- you were pissed when he held the sword to his chest, the stupid boy thinking that it would help everybody

Stiles don’t, Stiles don’t please, please don’t, drop it Stiles please”

- when he’d dropped it, you’d wrapped both arms around his waist, and didn’t release the entire night

- you freaked when he passed out after void turned to dust

- but when he woke up, you were more relieved than you’d ever been before

- the both of you went together to get clothes for Allison’s funeral

Is this one okay?” you would ask softly

“I think it’s beautiful”

“Stiles you said that about the last four”

- your hand was wrapped in his throughout the entire ceremony

- and after, you him Scott Lydia and Kira went to the McCall house, just wanting to grieve together

- it took you a few weeks to find actual peace, but Stiles was there with you through all of it

- but the day Stiles came to your doorstep an eager and boyish grin on his face as he told you Malia Tate (a girl who’d quickly become your friend) was his girlfriend, you’d lied to him for the first time

good for you Stiles, I’m glad you found someone who made you happy”

while on the inside it was more like…

“that’s great Stiles, not like I had my fucking heart on my fucking sleeve for you.  glad that you found someone who’s better than me”

- but he was smiling so happily, you couldn’t tell him the truth

- Scott chewed you out for lying, Kira chewed you out for not telling Stiles you loved him, and Lydia chewed you out for not jumping Stiles’ bones when you’d had the chance

- and every time there was some sort of opportunity for you to say something to Stiles, Scott would give you a look, or Lydia would kick you under the table, or Kira would cough.  Sometimes all three

- but you were somewhat friends with Malia.  and you were friends with Stiles.  So you let them have their relationship, and you slowly grew away from Stiles

- you became closer with Liam, a new beta, and his friend Mason

- you loved Mason

Scott, Scott who’s that kid she’s talking to? Since when did she go for freshmen?”

“Stiles, he’s gay, and you have a girlfriend”

- you didn’t know this, but every time Scott reminded Stiles of his girlfriend, he did it bitterly.  

Is uh… is Stiles and Malia going okay?”

I dunno why don’t you ask”

- Scott became a very bitter person when either of you brought up the other.  But Lydia would back him up with something snarky

- when in Mexico, watching Stiles let Malia dance dirty with him, went right on the list of things that would haunt your dreams.  Which sucked, seeing that being stalked, attacked, and your best friend being murdered was on the same list

- you ended up getting yourself strapped to an electric chair, and Scott took most of the blows, but you got one for mouthing off to the Calevera’s henchman

- Stiles had screamed your name when you were released, your spasming body falling to the ground.  But Lydia had gotten to you first, and Stiles just stood and watched as she held you and asked if you were alright repeatedly

I-I-I-I’ll b-b-be al-alright” 

- when the spasming ended, she helped you up, and Stiles couldn’t tear his eyes off you

- he’d never been jealous of Lydia before, but her arm around your waist as she walked you back out to the jeep seemed threatening to him

- you sat in the backseat on the ride home (the day was interesting… a young Derek being in the backseat and weird bone men attacking Kira and Malia.  Not to mention the Calevera’s torturing you) Scott and Kira were on his bike following the Jeep.  Malia in  your  the passengers- seat.  And you were wedged between the younger version of Derek Hale, and Lydia on your other side

- young Derek was hitting on you, and you just let it happen.  What? you liked the way Stiles would glare at the teen through the rear view mirror

- you’d gone with Scott Malia and Peter to the school for the Hale loft, and ended up getting attacked by Berserkers

- Stiles came to pick you guys up, and yelled at you for going.  you’d stayed silent, not wanting to break the friendship you were painfully keeping up.

- Scott took you home on the motor bike, and when he dropped you off he asked you how much it was hurting you before you went to the door

I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I know when you lie, y/n”

“Then it seems to me you knew the answer when you asked the question”

- and when he heard your voice crack before you walked away, he did know the answer.  more certain this time anyways

- you went to Lydia’s party, before it was a party anyways, and the blonde freshman lacrosse player, was hitting on you all.  night.  At one point he had himself leaning against you, both arms caging you against the wall.

Alright, really, you’re nice, but you’re too young for me and I’m not interested-”

“Come on babe, age is just a numb-”

“She said she wasn’t interested”

- your has had widened impossibly further when Stiles had pried the boy off of you 

go screw your actual girlfriend Stilinski” was all the boy said

- but thankfully he had left after that

- you’d exchanged a glance with Stiles, and he’d asked quietly if you were alright.  You nodded, thanked him, then excused yourself to find Lydia

- you told Lydia everything that happened in the last twenty minutes

- the entire pack spent the night at the lake house, even Liam did, spending most of the time talking with Scott about what being a werewolf meant

- the same blonde boy, Garret, tried to kill you a week later, to which you’d hit him over the head a few times with a bat before sprinting through the almost empty school, finding Scott, who told you the other girl, Violet had tried to kill him for being a werewolf

I’m on the deadpool”

- the realization meant you weren’t as human as you thought.  you’d said this at the pack meeting, and for some reason, your eyes were locked with Stiles’.  before Malia pulled his attention back to her

- so you went from researching with Stiles, to researching with Lydia

- you found out that you were a witch.  not the broomstick kind, but the kind with telekinesis.  You figured that the bite triggered it in you, but never really proved that theory

- so you did some training with Liam, both of you learning about your powers together since he was still trying to get the hang of the werewolf thing

- but you still missed Stiles miserably, and Lydia was the one who seemed to notice the most

y/n i love you, but you’re miserable.  All the time”

- and she was right

- so one night, on a total whim at 10 pm, you drove yourself over the Stilinski house hold to talk to Stiles.  Maybe tell him your true feelings, or just talk, because he had to notice the change in your relationship, right?

- but fate was against you that night.  your car got a flat tire, which lead to Kate kidnapping you and dragging your sorry lover ass to Mexico

- Stiles lost his freaking mind

- when the pack (+ a shady ass Peter) came to get you, Scott was long turned into a berserker

- and when he broke free from the curse, Peter revealed his true intentions, and knocked you out with one blow

- you woke up to a lot of movement, and barely opened your eyes to see Stiles carrying you, yelling that you were going to be okay over and over again

- you just smiled a little bit, and leaned into him as he brought you to the jeep

- he let you sit in the passenger’s seat on the ride home

- Lydia hugged you tight, and screamed at you for having a death wish

- you her Malia and Kira had a sleepover, where you might have had some drinks and maybe proclaimed your love for Stiles

- but Malia was actually cool with it

- you forgot all about it the next day

- that summer, all of you went to San Diego together, and promised each other to make it a tradition

- senior year was gonna be bad, and it was all Stiles would talk about.

I mean Theo? he seemed really shady don’t you think y/n? Don’t you think?”

“no, I think you mean to say he seemed dreamy

- you didn’t know how much more shady that made Theo seem to Stiles

- you opened up with him more though.  your friendship was still mending back together, but at least he no longer ignored you

- Theo made his advances on you, and when he asked oyu out, you’d happily said yes

- when you told Stiles, he made a face

what? I thought it was sweet”

“well I think he has other plans.  why else would he ask you out?”

- Stiles immediately realized his mistake

wow Stiles.  so what reason would a guy ask me out if he wasn’t trying to use me?”

- there were tears in your eyes as you stormed out of the house, ignoring Stiles as he yelled after you

- you went on your date with Theo, and he was a real gentleman

- you made big deals about kissing in front of Stiles

he reeks of jealousy”

“that’s not jealousy Theo, that’s just anger.  and that’s what we’re going for”

- after two weeks of this, you were trapped in your room on a school night, reading up on chimeras when there was a knock on your front door.  you didn’t expect Stiles to be standing there

we need to talk”

“if this is about Theo, then go home Stiles because-”

“I don’t care about Theo, I did something bad y/n”

- you’d quickly ushered him in, and upstairs to your room

- he began to cry, and you rubbed his back comfortingly, throwing all your past conflicts out the window, just wanting the boy whom your heart ached for to feel safe here

- you weren’t expecting him t tell you that he’d killed Donovan, but you sure weren’t mad at him like you thought he’d be

you don’t hate me?”

“no” you answered softly

- you had a movie night together, and for a few hours, it seemed great, pocorn fights, for a whole Star Wars film you’d even slept on his shoulder

- you were woken up by Stiles getting up, and cleaning the area

you can stay the night if you want, my parents aren’t home”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Malia’s probably already waiting for me at home, and I don’t think your boyfriend would like me staying over night with you”

- surprisingly, his voice wasn’t dripping with sarcasm, or bitterness, but with reget, and a sad undertone.  you’d nodded, and followed him to the door as he put on his shoes and jacket

- you told him to get home safe, and he pulled you in for a hug that you hadn’t had in so long that just… replenished your well being

- Theo was a lying, bitchy, manipulative, jerk

- Lydia was admitted into Eichen

- Liam hated Scott

- Kira was with skin-walkers

- Stiles broke up with Malia

- and you were broken

“you were right you were right” you cried to Stiles on his doorstep in the pouring rain.  “I should’ve listened you’re always right”

“Shh..shh come inside”

- he wrapped you up in blankets and towels until your body stopped shaking, and you broke down to him, just like you had both done before.  You told him how you missed Lydia and Kira, how Malia wasn’t talking to you (to which he said ditto) and how Scott steered clear of everybody

- you fell asleep in his arms

- it was difficult, but the two of you had managed to cinch the pack back together, enough to kidnap Kira, and plan to save Lydia

- Theo’s pack seemed to have plans for her too, and you ended up getting held hostage by Theo in Eichen

- Scott and Stiles found you, his claws to your throat

- and you’d never seen Stiles so furious

- Scott ended up kicking ass, and you were thrown into Stiles’ arms

- YOU SAVED LYDIA!!!

- the pack barely did it but they escaped, and all went to Deaton’s where the emissary and Scott Kira and Malia stayed in the operation room to help Lydia

- you went to sit outside on the curb of the vet, needing frfesh air to clear your mind

- Stiles followed you and sat beside you

I was really freaked out tonight… when..uh.. when Theo had you”

“Trust me, I was to” You managed a soft laugh, and glanced over at him.  His eyes were stuck down on his shoes.

I didn’t like the thought of… of you being gone… or something” Stiles added in a weak voice.  Again, you smiled a little bit at him.

I’m not going anywhere Stilinski, you’ve got nothing to worry about” You put your hands into the pockets of the hoodie (the red one you’d stolen from Stiles earlier that night)

yeah but… but what if something did”

“Stiles” You turned to him.  “I’m fine, really, I don’t have a single cut, I’m okay, you don’t have to worry so much-”

- Stiles Stilinski had cut you off, leaning forward, cupping your cheeks, and kissing you for the very first time.  It was a long, warm, and very passionate kiss

y/n, I do have to worry… I-I love you-”

- you cut him off, holding his own face in your hands, leaning forward, and kissing him for the very second time in a needy, emotions displayed kiss

I love you too Stiles”

- you had a few happy tears in your eyes as you two kissed a few more times, only slightly aware of the pack watching you through the windows of the building

- you pretended not to notice Kira giving Scott thirty bucks

- Stiles drove everyone home, dropping you off last and trailing you to your doorstep

- he promised you that when all the Dread Doctor business was over, that he’d take you on a real date, to which you nodded, and kissed him quickly on the tips of your toes, before saying goodnight and heading inside for the night

- you high fived Stiles when Theo was dragged to the pits of hell, and that very night, went out on your first date

- it was a picnic at the overlook in the Beacon Hills Preserve, and it was beautiful.

- lots of kisses

- a really lot

- his hand was wrapped around yours as he drove you home, and as always, he stood with you at your door

I’m not usually one for taking boys home after a first date, but my parents aren’t home and I don’t wanna wait anymore”

- the infamous Stilinski smirk as you were pressed against the door in a matter of seconds, and familiar warm lips sealed yours

- the sex was nothing less of hot

- neck kisses, you weren’t surprised Stiles loved hickeys

- he let you set the pace, and asked you for consent five too many times

- the look on his face was priceless when you snapped on the sixth time, and you’d told him to shut up and fuck your brains out

- (but hey, he did just that)

- and after you fell asleep together, him on his back and your front pressed into his side, your head on his bare chest and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat in your ear

- lazy morning sex

- then shower sex

- then he made you breakfast, and you giggled half way through eating it

what?”

“oh nothing, I’m just surprised you haven’t thrown me onto the table yet”

“well I was waiting for you to finish eating”

- he wasn’t lying.  *clears throat and sputters*

- you applied for a lot of colleges together.  but here and there you’d come across one that seemed good for you, but would be far from Stiles.  You applied, on the off chance you even had the ability to get in, but didn’t tell him about the ones in New York, or Tennessee.

- you told Lydia, because you couldn’t just keep it to yourself.  There was a certain hype that came with college applications.  Lydia hated keeping secrets nowadays, but promised not to tell.  You never questioned her loyalty

- but one day you were telling her and Malia about a university in Maine called Colby.  How great it seemed, but how you had other options that would keep you and the pack closer to Beacon Hills.  You may have gotten a little vocal about the situation.

You want to go to school in Maine?” you’d whirled around so fast upon the voice of your boyfriend.  Lydia and Malia ran off as soon as you were looking away.

“N-no-”

“But you applied there?” Stiles asked, his voice a prime example of broken.

“Yes- but I didn’t- it was more of a wonder really” You felt guilty immediately.  “Stiles I didn’t want to.. I wasn’t- it was just-” You stopped trying to talk to take a deep breath.

Do… do you still want the vision?” He asked, stepping closer.  Your hands wrapped around his forearms.

“Of course I do Stiles, I want that with you” You said.  “I mean it, I want that” He nodded, eyes flickering to the ground with uncertainty.  “Stiles I love you, and the idea of going to college with you… maybe rent an apartment or something, really starting our.. our future? You held onto him tighter, and he looked at you.  “That excites me and frightens me at the same time okay?” He nodded.

- dramatic kisses

- everywhere.

- all the time.

- sometimes in lunch after a particularly difficult day in class, you’d wrap both arms around one of Stiles’, and lay your head on his shoulder in a half nap.

- but other days he’d have an arm around your waist, or your hands would be intertwined on one of your legs, or on the table.

- pushing him to take his class picture

y/n, I already took it”

“Uhm, no you didn’t Stiles.  There’s no photo here”

- Stiles argued with you for a bit bout, until you ended up dragging him to get his picture taken, again.

- Malia and you became really close friends, like connected at the hip kind of close.  It surprised everyone, but it made you happy.  Friends were important to keep close in this town

- Stiles called you later that night.

Baby what’s wrong it’s one am?” You’d mumbled upone answering.

“I-I saw- I saw them” His shaky voice replied.

Saw who Stiles?” You asked, sitting up in bed now.

“The ghost riders” 

- you went to his house to spend the night, and talked for a long time about what it all meant.  You fell asleep crying in his arms, and him cooing and hushing you while running his fingers through your hair.

- the next day at school you’d clung to him like crazy

- he was taken that night, you’d been sitting in the jeep with him, holding onto him so tightly you were sure it would be impossible for anyone to get him.  He’d repeatedly told you he loved you, anything he could.

y/n please try-”

“I couldn’t ever forget you Stiles” You said, crying hard as tears blurred your vision.  “I love you, I love you so much you’ll never know.  I want everything with you, I still do, I want us to go to college together, Stiles I wasnt to spend the rest of my life with you” You sobbed, and he held you tight, and leaving bruising kiss on your lips.

“I want that too y/n, I want that too” Your arms wound around his neck, holding him closer as his head was buried into your neck.

- you still cried in the jeep even after he was pried away from you, and dragged out through the door.


hehehehe this is sooo long I’ve had this in my drafts for months.

anywho here’s somethin a lil extra to just top off my excitement for being back on tumblr again

I’ve Got You (part 9)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Smut

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too often. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21.

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Falling in love with my best friend- George Weasley x Reader

George never pictured himself falling in love. He pictured opening a joke shop in the future with Fred or going to see the Quidditch World Cup but, love? That wasn’t his thing. Fred had fallen in love this first year with his now girlfriend Angelina. George liked spending time with her. She was witty, sarcastic and was a bloody good Quidditch player to top it all off. He liked how since she started dating Fred, he was a happier man always full of joy. The only problem was now he was a third wheel. Everywhere they went together Angelina and Fred would whined up snogging or doing mushy couple things. George wanted to throw up everytime it happened. “ Why don’t you ask someone out? Then you can have someone to do this with.” Angelina said one day at the Gryffindor table. “Ya and who would I date then?” Angelina smiled. “ What about Y/N! Everyone already thinks you guys are dating.” Y/N Lupin was George’s best friend since they met first year on the train. Angelina and Y/N came into their compartment looking for a place to sit. He loved Angelina. He thought of her as a sister. Y/N Lupin was the kindest girl he ever met. She was nice to everyone even the people who teased her. She always wore her H/C hair in braids with bangs covering her face. She was top of the year and always seen studying or reading a book. Even though she wasn’t in the same house as George outside of class they spent every moment together. She kept him grounded and made sure the popularity as one half of the famous Weasley twins never went to his head. He would test out his pranks on her. She was always a good sport. “ Y/N? she’s too quite for my taste. It would be weird to date her she’s my bestfriend. Besides she’s been so busy I haven’t seen her since last year.” Angelina rolled her eyes. “ I’ll invite her to Hogsmeade with us. At least that way you have someone to talk to.” George sighed. “ Alright.”

The first trip to Hogsmeade arrived.Snow had freshly fallen on the whole of the castle the night before. Turning the whole area in and around the castle into a Christmas card. Frost on the sides of windows creating different beautiful unique snowflake patterns. Ice covered all the thin branches of trees making them look as if they had been carved out of crystals.The tall old pine trees surrounded the pathway to Hogsmeade were lightly dusted with fresh fluffy snow. It was stunningly beautiful. George wore his dark maroon jacket, Gryffindor jumper underneath with black trousers. He looked down at his boots wet from walking in the snow from the castle to the village. He was waiting for everyone to arrive. His cheeks were rosy from the gentle winter breeze. He saw students come down from the castle bundled up ready for a day with friends.Where is everybody? He thought breathing into his hands to warm them up.They were supposed to meet in front of Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop as Y/N would already be there early to get some stationary. “Oh you’re here George! Sorry for the wait. I needed more ink. It’s so nice to see you.” A familiar voice said behind him. He turned to see Y/N Lupin. She looked different. Her H/C hair was no longer in braids but, let down and gently curled. Her stunning E/C eyes were no longer covered by bangs she used to hide her face. She wore a beautiful red fitted coat. Black legging covered her bare legs from the cold she wore a beautiful pair black boots with fur lining. Her cheeks were the most beautiful shade of pink from the wind. Her lips a gorgeous shade of dark pink. Was she wearing makeup? She smiled at him. “George are you alright?” George snapped out of his haze. He smiled shyly.“ Yes sorry. It’s nice to see you too Y/N.” George tried his best not to stare but, was she always this beautiful? Had he been blind for four years? His heart was beating faster than a snitch’s wings.“ Angelina and Fred are going to be a little late. They’ll meet us at the three broomsticks.” George just nodded and began to follow her closely behind. He wanted to say something but had no idea what to say. Why? It was just Y/N. George shook his head and tried to concentrate on getting a booth at The Three Broomsticks.

The two arrived at the busy three broomsticks. Y/N took her jacket off placing it beside her in the booth.She wore a beautiful royal blue jumper. She smiled at him. Her eyes gleamed from the dancing flames from the fireplace. George was speechless. “ How have you been George? It’s been so long since i’ve seen you last.” George smiled faintly. “ Oh you know up to mischief wherever I go and such. How about you Y/N?” She giggled. “ Nothing as interesting at that. Just reading and studying. Honestly I’m the life of the party.” George started to relax. It was just Y/N he thought to himself. He was recounting a prank him and Fred had played on Filch when a hot chocolate was placed on the table. Y/N and George looked at one another. Neither of them had ordered anything. The woman who gave them the hot chocolate put a note on the table.

Dear Y/N,
I figured Weasley wouldn’t be able to afford the seven sickles for a drink for you. Enjoy it on me.
Draco

George’s face turned red. He crumpled the note. He could hear Draco and his Slytherin friends laughter from across the pub. He could see red as he gritted his teeth. “ George it’s not worth it. I’ll talk with him later.” Y/N put her hand over George white balled up fist. “ That little git…i’m going to kill him.” George muttered under his breath. He was humiliated in front of everybody and his pride was crushed. Just then Angelina and Fred arrived. “ What’s the matter George?” Fred said sensing his twin’s frustration. George explained through gritted teeth as Fred and Angelina sat down. Now Fred and Angelina were worked up. “ That complete and total ass!” Angelina yelled. “ I’m sorry everybody..” Y/N said sheepishly. “ There is no need to be sorry. It’s that insufferable Malfoy’s fault.” Fred said just as fuming as his brother. “ I’ll talk to Draco. I bet he meant it as a joke. An unfunny one at that. I’ll tell him he crossed a line.” Y/N said standing up. George went to grab her wrist but, was too late. She was already at the Slytherin table.

George watched as Y/N spoke calmly to Draco. “ If he even looks at her the wrong way i’ll hex him into next week.” George said aloud to himself. Draco pulled her into the booth beside him causing Y/N to yelp. “ That’s it!” George said practically sprinting over to the table. “ Stop him!” Angelina yelled to Fred. Draco’s friends were scared out of their wits seeing George come over. “ You have five seconds to let her go Malfoy!” Draco smiled. “ But, Ms Lupin and I were just having a conversation. You misunderstood my intentions Weasley.” Wrapping an arm around Y/N shoulder. George felt a pain in his chest. What was it? He didn’t know but, what he did know is it was Malfoy’s fault. “ I’m sorry Draco. I’m here with George today I have to head back. I’ll see you later.” Y/N said slowly moving to get up. “ Oh there’s no reason to leave. I’ll buy you another drink and we can head to Honeydukes. I’m sure Weasley has someone else to bore.” Y/N stood up. “ Another time Draco.” George wanted to grab Y/N’s hand and never let her within a foot of Malfoy ever again. He needed some air. Without thinking he walked straight out of The Three Broomsticks.

Y/N ran after him. “ George!” He was crouched beside a pine tree. She could tell he was still mad. “ I’m so sorry about Draco-” “ Stop apologizing for him!” He snapped. Y/N jumped as George had never snapped on her before. He looked up to see her E/C eyes well up with tears. He stood up. “ Look i’m sorry for snapping it’s just. I don’t like the way he touched you back then. It made me so angry.” Y/N was confused. “ Why George? You always touch me like that. What’s different?” “ Because you’re my Y/N not that brat Malfoy’s!” Y/N face went red. He suddenly realized what he had said. He became flustered. “ I mean you don’t belong to anyone! You’re a person after all no a broomstick!” Y/N walked closer to him. Hands on her hips. “ George Weasley are you jealous?” George blushed. “ Pffft! O-Of course not. Me jealous? Do you hear yourself that’s crazy.” Y/N started laughing. It was as if he had just told the funniest joke of his life. “ It’s not funny!” George pouted. Y/N wiped the tears of laughter with her sleeve catching her breath. “ I’m sorry George. It’s just i’ve never seen you so flustered before.” She gently touched his arm. “ You have nothing to worry about. Draco and I are just friends. You’re still my number one.” George let out a sigh of relief.

George and Y/N were left to their own devices by Angelina and Fred who went on a walk to what George assumed was code for snogging. Y/N thought it would be fun to go for a walk with George to catch up. The walked down the beautiful sparkling snow pathway. “ George rumour has it you have a crush on Katie Bell and were going to ask her out after the next quidditch game.” George cocked an eyebrow. “ I didn’t know I was asking her out. This is news to me.” Y/N walked ahead not looking back and continued to speak as if she hadn’t heard him. “ I don’t blame you. Katie is pretty, kind, smart, in the same house and on the Quidditch team. She’s perfect.” George’s heart sunk. Why do I feel like this? George walked faster catching up to Y/N. “ Katie and I are just friends and teammates. It would be weird to date her.” Y/N Looked up at George’s face. “ Oh…alright I believe you.” George put his hands on his hips imitated Y/N. “ Y/N Lupin are you jealous?” He said in his best impression of her. She laughed nervously. “ Oh no it’s just we wouldn’t have time to hang out together if you had a girlfriend…” Y/N looked down at her hands. George decided. It’s now or never. “ Y/N why don’t we date? That way we can spend time together without worrying where the other person is.” Y/N stopped in her tracks. George couldn’t see her face. He began to panic. What have I done?! Have I just lost my best friend? He could hear his quickened heartbeat in his ears. “ I would love to George.” Y/N turned around to see George was no longer behind her. “ George?” She looked down on the path to see him laying in the snow. “ George!” She ran over. His face was as bright as his hair. “ My body felt like it was on fire I was so nervous. So I just laid in the snow to cool me down.” Y/N giggled and joined him in the snow. “ Me too George.” He smiled and held her hand in the snow. In quiet peace they laid in the fresh fallen snow. Happy to call each other there’s

It was Saturday night in post-Apocalyptic Mystic Falls and Caroline Forbes tossed back what must have been her sixth or seventh drink. She had honestly stopped counting.  Drunk college kids pushed their way past her and she barely contained the urge to toss them out the front door onto their rude asses. It’s a party, she tried to remind herself, relax, have fun. The message wasn’t getting through though.  Not when Stefan Salvatore was there.  All cool calm, statuesque perfection, as was his way.  

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“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” and “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” i chose both bc im a punk.

Erza shook the chain metal gates harshly, then sighed.

“Can you believe they locked us in? Tch.” Erza huffed and turned to face Jellal.

“Actually…not really. We did stay…” Jellal stopped to check his watch. “…six hours late.”

“It was worth it, though. Stupid Natsu can suck our asses, we’ll be leading for months.” She boasted, having spent a particularly long amount of time with Jellal I order to make the major sale. Unfortunately for them though, the security guy closes the gates at 5:30, and they forgot to mention that they’d be staying late.

“I guess so. We might actually have to stay here overnight, too. The security guy hates you.” Jellal said pointedly.

“He does not! …What’s his name again? Frank? Funky? Something like…”

“The prosecution rests, your honor.”

“Shut up.” Erza fumbled at her cellphone so she could call the security guy to come open the gates for them. “Shit. My contact for him is just called ‘security guy’, oh, what’s his name…”

“It’s Hank.” Jelll said flatly.

“What? No way, I know it starts with an F…” Erza argued after pressing call.

“Better put it on speaker phone, or we’ll never  get out of here alive.” Jellal mumbled. With a scowl, Erza hit speaker, just because she was only 89% sure about the name.

Urgh…hello?”

Erza smiled brightly. “Hey there, Fr-“

“Hank.” Jellal interrupted. “We got locked into the parking lot, and we were wondering if you could open it up for us?”

Hank grumbled on the opposite end of the phone. “Hmm…it’s the middle of the night…”

“Well, not really-“ Jellal elbowed Erza and she shut up.

“We’d really appreciate it, thank you.” Jellal said, before hanging up the phone. “I really do not understand how you manage to make sales everyday.”

“Sorcery. Black magic.” She answered with a shrug.

“Course. How else would you have possibly managed, with that rude mouth of yours.” He joked, scouting out the bench and taking a seat to wait leisurely for Hank.

“Rude mouth? Preposterous. I have a truth-speaking mouth, it says what it wants.” She informed.

“Interesting…” Jellal commented, rolling his  eyes at her blatant need to be right.

“Can we go back inside? It’s cold out here.” Erza asked. Jellal shook his head.

“It locks automatically after five-thirty.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while.” She breathed out, wind whipping at her stray locks.

“Yuh-hm.” Jellal answered humorlessly.  

“Can I have your jacket?” She asked, surprising him by not outright demanding it. He was tempted to say no, it was cold as hell, but he saw her bare shoulders and caved.

“Sure.” He said, slipping his jacket off his shoulders and setting it on top of hers.

“Thanks. My ass is freezing too, but I won’t steal your pants.” She added playfully.

Jellal had a thousand things he wanted to say, but said none of them.

“Hey…are you ok? You’ve been less snarky than usual this whole night. Did Natsu put a roofie in your coffee again?” Erza asked, referring to one seriously unfunny prank resulting in an ambulance arriving because they thought he had had a heart attack. When Natsu revealed his epic prank, no one was really all that pleased. Except Erza. She seemed to think it was pretty hilarious.

“No, I just…” this is it Jellal, it’s now or never… “I think I’m in love with you. And I’m sort of terrified.”

Silence.

“…What?”

“What?” Jellal repeated back to her.

“No, don’t do this Jellal – what the hell was that?”

“What? What? Er…I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Jellal!” Erza grabbed him by the collar roughly. “What did you just say to me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He reiterated.

No! The other thing…Jellal…do you…?” She looked at him anxiously.

“A little bit, yeah.” He answered timidly.

“Oh my god…I’m gonna murder you…” she breathed out, before yanking him by the shirt forward so their lips could touch, rather roughly.

Jellal grabbed her shoulders and angled her head so that he was slightly above her, slanting her lips just enough that he had perfect access to every part of her he wanted to see and touch.

“Do you think Hank’s coming?” She asked in between gasps as he peppered  her lips with short fiery kisses.

“No,” he answered, throwing his jacket off of her arms dramatically.

“Good.” She said cleanly. “Now take off this stupid shirt…”

Least Expected

“Least expected” Part 2 by Uzrfrndly

How could you possibly imagine what it would be like to live a hundred years knowing your life would be empty as you turned around to look at it? He’d live a colorblind life in a vivid world of brilliant and beautiful color all around him… and worst of all, he’d seen it once. It was like loving the smell of fresh rain, or the strangely soft light of dawn, then being stricken senseless without time to brace for it. These were Nick’s thoughts.

“Nick… talk to me.” She’d waited for him at the exit every day since it all started, and today she did the same. “… Please!”

It’s been weeks since it was weeks ago. How could she comfort her tormented admirer, and her dearest friend when he wouldn’t say a single word to her. She might not have understood the extent of it, but she understood that it hurt.

Shortly after Nick had, in so many words, told her that he loved her as more than a close friend, she’d set a new routine of waiting for him every day. She would finish anything she was working on early and wait every single day for a chance to talk to him. And every day he would walk right past her with nothing for an acknowledgment of her existence.

“Nick please!” She grabbed the hem of his green shirt and tugged as he pushed harder through the door. “Tell me what to do!”

He said nothing and walked until she couldn’t hold him back anymore. She was pulled to her knees as his shirttails were wrenched from her grip…

- Zimmerman MD family practice; Sahara square -

It was especially hard to sit alone, on an uncomfortable stool, in a deathly silent white room. She was perfectly healthy, but she had no more resources to turn to for help. The nurse had left the room at least fifteen minutes ago but that’s always how it goes at the Dr’s office isn’t it?

She heard the click, and the door didn’t move but an inch for a minute. That’s how doctors enter the room. She went over her mental script one more time…

“Judy!” In hobbled an old white fox, she’d been seeing him since she’d come to the city. Of course, she asked for a bunny, but they were inexplicably in short supply in her area. After the night howler case, she had no further need for distrusting or disliking foxes, so she’d grown quite fond and chummy with him.

“Your charts look good Judy.” He flipped the pages on his clipboard one at a time. “Blood pressure is normal… weight’s good for your size… maybe a little lean for my liking.” He chuckled at a joke that Judy didn’t find all that funny, probably because it wasn’t.

“Dr. Zimmerman, I’m not here for me.” She hadn’t planned on being sneaky about this. She wasn’t sure, but she was confident there were no rules against coming into the doctor’s office to ask some general knowledge questions. Worst comes to worst she’ll have to pay out of pocket. “I have some questions about foxes.”

He looked surprised, but then chuckled and set down his clipboard. “Well, I suppose you’ve come to the right place then… mind telling me why you’re so interested in foxes all of a sudden?”

“It’s a really long story that I really don’t have time to repeat right now.” She clenched her chest and took a deep breath. “I need to know about “perfect mates.”

This really took the doctor by surprise, it was likely the last thing he was expecting, “and you’re sure you can’t tell me why? I’m a little curious.”

She responded only with a brief nod, and the doctor moved from his rolling stool to a grounded seat closer to her. After crossing his legs and tugging out some of the wrinkles in his white coat he gave her his full attention. “What do you want to know?”

“What happens to a fox who loses their perfect mate?” She blurted it out, she knew it to be her most important, if not her only question.

“Well, nothing really.” He seemed almost amused by the question. “They live healthy lives for the most part.”

“For the most part?” She needed to know everything, this is how she planned on getting Nick back.

“It shouldn’t have any adverse health effects if that’s what you mean?”

“What about mental effects? I heard… hm-mm… that they can never find another mate again. Is that true?” She awkwardly cleared her throat, trying not to give away who all of this was in reference to.

“Well therein lies the real problem for foxes.” He leaned forward and fixed his tie for a moment. “The effects of "perfect mate loss” are entirely mental in nature. Foxes ARE capable of finding another mate following the loss of a “perfect” mate… but mentally they’ll be compelled to seek out their “perfect mate” at unpredictable intervals. It can be very traumatizing, and most foxes simply live the rest of their lives alone after losing their mates. It’s all related to our biology… a genetic sequence that hasn’t been bred or evolved out of our DNA.“

She couldn’t say that she understood Nick, but she was starting to understand why. Simply because she wasn’t straight, Nick was cruelly doomed to live his entire life alone… seeing Nick in a romantic light or not… it still broke her heart.

"I’m going to assume that the fox you know that this is in reference to is younger… about your age? … If so, it’s best for him or her to start counseling right away.”

“What if they just needed time to mourn!?”

“Hm!” With a single sarcastic scoff of a chuckle, he shook his head. “Well, that certainly wouldn’t be the case. They can try to "mourn” as long as they want, it’s not something they’d be able to put behind them completely. They would need lifelong counseling to live that sort of life after a mate loss.“

She hadn’t actually done anything… but she’d still somehow managed to nail Nick into a coffin of loneliness he wouldn’t be able to escape for the rest of his life?

She was sucked into crushing anguish. He didn’t deserve that, no one did, but what could she possibly do? She couldn’t change who she was… but she couldn’t allow Nick to live the rest of his life alone. He’d done so much for her, he was her closest friend…

- Thursday evening; ZPD concord -

He expected her to be waiting by the exit, just like every other day. He went through rituals of his own, preparing himself mentally to callously ignore someone who gave his life meaning… someone who didn’t deserve to be ignored. It served only to compound his misery, that he should have to live his life without love, and shun his only source of friendship at the same time.

He was a little surprised to see that she wasn’t there today. He was suspicious, why wasn’t she there?

He was cautious as he went through it. Once he was on the other side he had his answer. She was right there… on the top of the flight of steps leading away. "Is she wearing a dress?” he thought.

She was wearing a dress. For as long as he knew her he’d never even once considered that she owned a dress… let alone that he would ever see her wear one. It served to deepen his suspicion. Why now of all times choose to wear a dress? Was it a tactic to get him to talk to her… it might work. He DID still have feelings for her, and he’d never seen her look so… “beautiful” before.

“Come get coffee with me and Mary.” That’s all she said.

He averted his gaze and redirected his course around her. After a few steps, he saw that she moved right into his way, she was wearing a soft, but serious expression. He could easily ignore her pouty temper tantrums, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t work out in his favor this time.

“Why’re you doin’ this to me fluff?… Was I not humiliated enough?… You wanna’ force me to move on immediately? I told you I need time to mourn.”

“And that was a lie,” she said.

“And what do you suggest then, carrots?” He was getting annoyed. She had no idea what she was talking about. “You think that sitting me down at a table so I can watch you be all mushy with your doting girlfriend is going to make me get over it? Is this like exposure therapy?”

She closed her eyes.

“Nick, I love you too.”

An ice cold shockwave erupted on the back of his neck and traveled the length of his spine. It was replaced with burning regret and humiliation. “… You got a lotta’ nerve-”

“I can’t change who I am.” She stood tall with her hands planted firmly on her hips. “I can’t help that I like girls Nick… but that absolutely does NOT mean I don’t love you.”

His storm of rage receded, he didn’t know what to think.

“You’ll always be my closest friend,” her confident and heroic stance vanished, she was admitting to things she hadn’t been willing to accept a few months ago, and it made her vulnerable. “I need you, Nick… no matter what else is happening in our lives, I need you… and I will do ANYTHING to get you back… please come have coffee with me.”

He’d spent all of his time brooding over how misunderstood he was, and he didn’t know anything. He never could’ve imagined that she could feel that way… he still didn’t… he couldn’t… because if it was true then he had to agree.

Nick’s love wasn’t the kind to put her on a shelf to admire until it fades away. His was the kind to want to be a part of her life no matter what context it might be in, or how much he might suffer. Nick was compelled to endure seeing someone else make her happier than he did, just so long as he was also allowed to contribute to that happiness… even if it should pale in comparison, and even if she gave all of the happiness she had to give… to someone else.

“Alright carrots,” he put on his bravest front, and played the part of foolish and sarcastic Nick… the Nick that gave her a big stupid grin… and a lying, unfunny insult just to make her feel better… “but you’re buying.”

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There will be a part 3.

anonymous asked:

So, what did you think of the Doctor Who special?

Problematic but i’m trying to just focus on the last five minutes of it to be honest.

I hate Moffat that’s no secret. He doesn’t think about his writing at all, it’s similar to watching a middle schooler trying to write with no regard for plot holes or relevance. I hated the entirety of the first ten minutes, the naked bits were completely uncalled for, unfunny, and basically dick jokes (because that’s as good as Moffat gets tbh). His resolution for The Silence and all of that was just an afterthought, because Moffat is the sort of person to go “oh this sounds COOL AND MYSTERIOUS” and make it a big thing then either leave it a) as a plot hole for ever or b) throw a small patch over it and call it a day. The doctor apparently spent 300 YEARS in Christmas. He ages The Doctor like it doesn’t even matter, Ten was NINE HUNDRED when he regenerated and Moffat has, in his time working with Eleven, managed to age him up nearly double that, and I say nearly double, because guess what, I don’t actually know, because he’s never been fucked enough to keep track of his main character’s age, because Moffat can’t do continuity. Which is a thing that pisses me off about him in general, because we SAW what happened to Ten when he was left companionless for not even a few years, but apparently Eleven can spend CENTURIES on his own? We saw this when he did his “final tour” before The Impossible Astronaut too. Because he just throws out numbers like they’re nothing, like they have no relevance to how The Doctor has been aging. 

Nothing in the episode made much sense, either, like why The Doctor regenerated the way he did, why The Doctor even aged if he hadn’t before, despite having spent just as much time in that body before he came to Christmas as he was out of it, how the woman from the church could be alive with a Dalek inside of her, nothing.

Some things I get though. I get that the crack in time was scar tissue, and having been cracked before, was the weak point that the time lords could try to break into. I get that they were asking “doctor who” because they knew that, if they got the right answer, they had found the right place. I get that the truth field didn’t make The Doctor say it, because the way the truth field worked isn’t that you had to say an answer when you were asked a question, but if you WENT to answer it, you couldn’t lie (The Doctor made no move to answer it, so he never had to say it). I get, as LITTLE and as QUICKLY as it was explained, that The Silence came from the church and were a part of the church that broke off, trying to kill The Doctor, resulting in The Silence we saw on Earth and River Song. 

But still, basically the entire episode was shit, confusing, and generally horrible written, until the last five minutes, in which Eleven delivers one of the most touching and home-run hitting speeches ive ever heard come out of Doctor Who, they say goodbye to both Eleven and Matt Smith in the most beautiful ways I can think of (the fish fingers and custard, the removal of the bow tie, “raggedy man, goodnight”) and with a last line that brought me to absolute tears, he regenerated into Twelve, which was great because you’re crying and then all of a sudden BOOM, Peter Capaldi’s fucking stare just looking at you. 

And then of course he had to forget how to fly the TARDIS which is probably some shitty plot point that Moffat will try to turn into a season long arc that nobody needed or wanted and the magic was lost.

But for those five minutes, those glorious last five minutes of the Eleventh Doctor, I was in tears with how perfect it was. (Also, see this article about why I was disappointed in the roles of the women in this episode a lot, even though I think Clara has got a great potential and I really liked her when she started out.)