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Baby Just Dive Right In (Follow My Lead) by LiveLaughLoveLarry | T | 1686 Harry and Louis compete together in the men's 10m synchronized platform diving. They also live together. They also are together. Not as many people know that last part -- though not because Harry and Louis are hiding anything. They're just not showing it off. But they are seeing how much innuendo they can get away with before someone clues in. Turns out: a lot. ~*~ “You don’t think anyone’s gonna pick up on things from that?” Harry shrugs. “They haven’t so far,” he points out. “And we haven’t exactly been subtle. I mean, your face when they asked you if there were any girls you were excited to meet at the Olympics? Priceless.” “Oh, you’re one to talk,” Louis says. “What was it you said last month? ‘Until I find the perfect girl, I have Louis’?” “Nice to know you have it memorized,” Harry says. “Was that before or after you told the interviewer that I’m a great boyfriend?”

Everything You Touch Turns To Gold by nothing_but | E | 4158 When Louis had retreated to his hotel room in the evening after a long day of commentating, he found himself on his bed, scrolling through twitter. There was a lot more going on than he was used to. The tweets he got to see were all pretty similar. Best of #rio2016 commentators thirsting for @HarryStyles. Something to say to that @Louis_Tomlinson #BBC Olympics Fic, featuring Great Britain's swimmer (and medal hope) Harry Styles and sports commentator Louis Tomlinson, who finds it incredibly difficult to keep reporting objectively.

Like Flying | M | 5954 The Olympics are really just an excuse for falling in love. Plus fencing and gymnastics.

Pick a star by retts | E | 6081 Remember last year after we won the Olympics? God, Zayn, that had been a fantastic fuck. Or porn, porn, porn, and sap.

We've got nothing to lose by iwontseecadyagain | nr | 12181 “Oops!” A deep and slow voice fills Louis’ ears as an arm reaches around his waist, to keep Louis from rebounding into another white-outfitted body – this time a short young girl who could only be gymnast. “Hi,” Louis replies as he turns to smile up at the person and thank him for preventing Louis’ life from dissolving into a real-life game of Pong, but the words dry up in his throat when he sees. The person is a boy, tall and lanky with curly brown hair pushed away from his face messily and held back by a gaudy Union Jack scarf, green eyes sparkling from all the camera flashes and impossibly pink lips curled in a wide smile that nearly encompasses his whole face. And Louis recognizes him instantly. And he thinks that maybe if walking into the Olympic Stadium during the opening ceremony wasn’t enough, having Harry Styles’ arm around him might be the killing blow. Also known as an Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously.

we're feeling like gold by cxyst | M | 16664 [an inordinately fluffy au in which harry is britain’s olympic golden boy and louis is a twenty one year old retired diving star, and somehow, they end up being just what the other needs]

Oh Glory by alivingfire | E | 21027 Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?” “Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary. “Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.” “Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide and filthy. "Shame." Harry Styles is Team Great Britain's newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he's assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry's childhood crush.

Gold Running Through My Veins by hazzayoudoing | M | 24853 Harry can’t help himself when he leers. No one ever said you had to be unaffected by your own teammate’s body. Louis has a great one. He’s compact with muscle, curves in places Harry could only dream to touch one day. They hate each other, on the surface. It’s always been this way. Some ribbing here, some eyebrow raises there. But Harry would be lying if he was forced to admit he’s never thought of Louis in a different way. “Take a picture, Styles. It’ll last longer,” Louis says as he ambles past with Zayn. His board shorts brush Harry’s shoulder, water droplets cool to the touch. “Fuck off,” Harry responds. He’s got his part to play. Or, an Olympic gymnastics AU that finds sworn enemies Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson on the same Olympic team, battling it out for gold medals in Belgium while they fall, quite stubbornly, in love. Featuring a steamy striptease in an empty gym, Harry canoodling with a gymnast from another country, a bit of sight-seeing in gorgeous Belgium and some really delicious waffles.

we are golden

Joe lowers his gaze to the open page on his lap. The sketch is of a man on a charging horse, hair and beard whipping in the wind, sword in one hand and a shield in the other. The eyes in the drawing are the same eyes watching him now. His Nicolo.

'You were a hard fucker to kill back then, Nicky.'

this is why

Small as it was, they had their own room in the London safe house, which was a good thing because Joe was prying open Nicky’s mouth with his fingers. Not with his tongue, much as Nicky would prefer it, but with three calloused fingers sneaking inside his lips as if Nicky wouldn’t wake up from the intrusion. He was on his back, Joe pressed closer to him than his own shadow. The slant of moonlight from the window illuminated Joe’s dark eyes as he bent over Nicky. Joe sucked in the corner of his mouth, a tell that he’d never shaken off all these long centuries.

how we live

Life, though, brings pain. Goddamn pain. Bullets that struck his cranium and pelvis – the big bones in the body – are forced out. The rest went through him, carrying organ tissue and muscle with them. Those lost bits have to be regrown. Bones realign and the ribs in his lungs retract so they can breathe again. So Nicky can breathe again.

And when he breathes, he thinks, Yusuf.

keep yourself alive for me (explicit)

Nicky grabbed Joe's hand and pulled him towards the stairs, not that there was any resistance from Joe. 'If I remember correctly, this one has two bathrooms, doesn't it?'

'I swear to God, you two, if you make too much noise — '

Unsurprisingly, there was no answer. Joe was already crowding Nicky forward, his hands on Nicky's hips.

love is not over

'Babe, do you know what this reminds me of?' asked Nicky.

Joe licked his lips and tilted his head to the side, gaze intent on the mole on Nicky's cheek. 'What?'

Additional Tags: 

Fluff, Idiots in Love, Grooming, hair combing, Bathing, ALL THE GOOD STUFF, they have impossibly perfect hair, Humour, like they are so in love, wei wuxian spoiling lan wangji

Word count: 3.5k

Summary:

‘Lower your head, HanGuang-Jun,’ said Wei Ying. ‘You know what, can you please sit down? You’re too tall. I miss my old height.’

Lan Zhan did as he was told, belatedly saying, ‘I can wash myself, Wei Ying.’

so here we are by retts ( @clarespace )

G | 5k words

Billy’s grin will be the cocky one, the exact same one that makes Steve want to wipe it off with his fist. ‘Fuck off and worry about yourself, Harrington.’

Then, Billy will drive off with a squeal of tires because he’s obnoxious like that, and Steve will stare as the Camaro disappears down the road, and he will be relieved.

Finally, Billy Hargrove is out of his life for good.

so, my official otps are: aipete, technotype (sorry, tharn, nothing personal but idk you at all), and goodcan! whoooo all cute and soft and positive ships <3

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In a clatter of loud footsteps and even louder cursing, Can stormed into Good’s dorm room and fell face-first into Good’s bed. He was still mumbling into the mattress, occasionally hitting it with his fist (accidentally catching Good on the knee once), and Good debated on whether he should let Can flail whatever it was out of his system or interrupt before he hurt himself. It took a while, the pros and cons piling up in his head, but he eventually decided to reach out and hold one of Can’s hands down.

‘Can, stop,’ said Good.

Can turned his head a bit so he could pout at Good with half of his face. ‘Good! GOOD! I hate my life! Do you know what just happened? Well, let me tell you because you’re not gonna believe it, it’s so embarrassing I think I could die!’ His foot kicked in the air and he tried to squirm free but Good had a pretty firm grip on him. ‘I’ve literally never been so - can you believe it? I bet you won’t! Ugh! UGHHH!’

Good blinked at Can. ‘You haven’t told me anything yet, Can.’

Can pushed himself up to sit cross-legged with his right hand still in Good’s clasp and the other free to wreak havoc. ‘It was that asshole from the IC Department! You know, the one I punched? Still worth it. Anyway, he - he - he - ‘ Twin spots of red colour bloomed on Can’s cheeks and he clenched his fist and glared down at it.

‘...He?’ Good prompted softly. He realised that Can was really upset about this. He softened his hold on Can’s wrist and slowly drew circles on the underside of it. A long time ago, Good found out that being unhurried and quiet actually helped Can be the same. It was Good’s natural state, anyway.

Can lifted his gaze and met Good’s. ‘He kissed me!’ Can burst out, waving his fist above his head like he was going to hit someone. ‘It was my first kiss, you know, and he took it like it was his fucking right! I don’t even know him. I don’t like him. And he did it just to get back at me. What kind of person does that?’ Can slumped down and rested his forehead on Good’s shoulder. ‘I know it’s stupid but I wanted my first kiss to be special. Ugh, I get even more upset every time I think about it. Good, you understand me, right? Right, Good?’

A strange feeling swept through Good, sharp and prickly and like he wanted to punch someone. Good placed a hand on the back of Can’s head, petting him like a cat. Good tried to think through his tangled thoughts and get them past his lips but found it impossible to do, so the silence stretched out longer than usual. Can seemed to find it soothing, though, his little twitches and impatient fidgeting fading away with every second that ticked by.

Someone stole Can’s first kiss, someone he already had a problem with. Understandably, Can was upset. Good was upset, too, because this jerk messed with his best friend, but there was something else that dug its thorn into his chest. Good didn’t know what to call this unknown feeling but he did not like it one bit.

‘Can,’ he said, patting the back of Can’s head to make him pull away and look at him. The pout was still there on his lips. ‘Are you mad because your first kiss got stolen or because it was this IC guy who did it?’

‘Both! I want to forget all about it but how can I? Argh, I hate his face so much.’

‘OK.’ Good stared at that pout. ‘Then, can I kiss you?’

Can blinked at him, whatever rant he was about to let loose abruptly cutting off into a squeak. ‘What?’

They were still holding hands so Good tugged on it gently. ‘Well, you said you’re angry because someone you hate stole your first kiss. You don’t hate me, right?’

‘Of course not! I like you a lot, Good!’

Good nodded. ‘Then, you can have my first kiss.’

Can chewed on his thumbnail and stared intently at Good’s lips. ‘Do you even know how to kiss someone?’

‘My first kiss, Can,’ said Good patiently.

‘Oh, right, you said that already. Um. OK, I guess?’

Good smiled suddenly, eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘Don’t sound so excited about it.’

Can laughed and let go of Good’s hand to slap his cheek a few times. ‘No, sorry, I am excited! It’s just, is it weird? It’s weird, right? You’re my best friend.’

Shrugging, Good took his time to twine their fingers again. ‘Not really.’

‘I guess you’re right.’ Can suddenly brightened up. ‘OK, I’m ready.’

Suddenly, Good’s heart was racing. He looked at Can’s familiar face which was inching closer to his own, lips puckered kind of hilariously. A giggle bubbled up Good’s throat and it was about to break free when something soft and slightly dry touched his mouth. Good thought about the time he and Can practised kissing on their elbows, making faces at each other over their arms and Can laughing so hard he fell off the bed. It didn’t feel anything like kissing his own elbow, and Good wondered if Can felt the same way. The touch sent something bright and electric down his spine and all of Good’s focus narrowed down to the small space they both occupied. Good had always been a little slow, taking his time to process things, but his brain felt like it had been kicked into overdrive, cataloguing all of these old and new sensations in lightning speed.

Sensations like how different Can’s chapped lips felt but he smelled familiar. The way their hands grew sweaty as the kiss went on, exchanging puffs of breath as Can tilted his head to the right and Good instinctively went the opposite direction. The touch of Can’s knees against his own as Can shuffled closer, the bed dipping under their weight. The way Can tipped into him as if he was throwing himself in for a hug, something he’d done a thousand times before, but this time there was a bed under them and Can ended up sprawled on top of him.

All of these things threatened to blow up Good’s head but he didn’t want to let go.

Eventually, the need for air forced them apart, Can pushing himself back dramatically with a gasp. ‘I need oxygen!’ he cried breathlessly. His eyes were wide and his mouth looked as red as the blush on his cheeks.

Good was panting, too, and reached up to touch his lips. Can’s gaze followed the slow movement with an intensity that made Good’s heart skip a beat.

‘Was it, was it nice?’ Can asked hesitantly, looking down at Good. ‘It was your first kiss. I didn’t mess it up too badly, right?’

‘It was - ’ Good licked his lips and bit back a smile when Can lowered his head a little before jerking back guiltily - ‘nice. More than nice. Thank you, Can.’

Author: retts

Summary: Ron thinks Harry tops. Poor misled Gryffindor. All things are set straight after he follows them.

Length: Oneshot, 1,585 words

hi love!! thank you! I will read that next :D I love everything avery writes!! (but I'd already picked one last night when I received your ask)

It was summer when Lan Zhan and Wei Ying found their way back to the Cloud Recesses. Wei Ying pointed at the Wall of Discipline and asked him to read any new rules that might have been added since the last time they were there.

Lan Zhan looked and said, ‘There are none.’