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bro, will you be my bro forever, bro? by goldencursive
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
24 Mar 2022
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Alternatively: five times denki and hanta pretend to boyfriends and one time they actually are
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Then, in the stupidest move he’s ever made in his life, Denki blurts out, “Hanta.”
“What?”
“It’s, um, Hanta. I’m dating Hanta.” Oh, he is so going to regret this later. “It’s really new, okay?”
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“Oh?” the man exclaimed softly, glancing down at the little boy in curiosity. “Hello? To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Chan grinned up at the man blindingly. “I’m Chan. I’m five. What’s your name?”
The man smiled, a weird sort of tilt to his lips that made Chan think that he was probably scared. “It’s nice to meet you Chan, my name is Jeongin. Where— ah, where are your parents?”
Chan shrugged uncomfortably, not enjoying the reminder of how lost he wasn’t. “Daddy is buying lunch,” he stated simply, ignoring the grumbling in his tummy that reminded him that lunch was hours ago.
Jeongin nodded his head in understanding, the worried look never leaving his lips. “And did your daddy ever teach you that talking to strangers is dangerous?”
Chan nodded his head eagerly, his little curls bobbing up and down with the motion and tickling around his ears. “Yup! But you’re Jeongin-ssi and I’m Chan, so we’re not strangers!”
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Chan gets a little lost. Luckily, he meets Jeongin, aka the coolest adult ever, and Jeongin helps him find his daddy again.
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“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."
"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."
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Northern Blues by kaistrex (weishen) for Michicant123, Yukaigeshot
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
31 Jul 2022
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When Stiles steps into the room that the Hale house has conjured for him to stay in, the first thing he sees is a window already open, letting in a pleasant breeze. The second is a door in the right-hand wall.
Laura clears her throat, scratching at her nose. “That leads to Derek’s room.”
Stiles’ eyebrows shoot up and a laugh bursts out before he can stop it. Now he understands how the pack knew this room probably wouldn’t belong to his dad (which, gross).
He looks over his shoulder at Derek who’s glaring pointedly at everything except for Stiles with pink-tipped ears.
“Presumptuous. I like it,” he says to the house, patting one of the walls and throwing a wink at Derek hovering in the doorway.
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When the Hale pack transitions to a new Alpha, Stiles is thrilled to be assigned to Beacon Hills to try out as their new Emissary. He and his dad are immediately enamoured with the idyllic little town, fitting right in with the rest of the Hales – except for Derek. The new Alpha shows no signs of welcome, but it will be hard for him to stay stubborn in the face of his family’s encouragement and a sentient house that has plans for the two of them whether Derek likes it or not.
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- Part 6 of Sterek Writing Events
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It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.
Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone's a werewolf, and everyone's alive.)
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Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—
“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”