he wore it often

I’m Not Promise, I Drunk (Pt. III)

Part One, Part Two

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: Yes and no

Summary: After days of Jughead avoiding her, [Y/N] finally plucks up the courage to fix her mistakes and figure out what was really bothering her ex-boyfriend, but she didn’t expect what had ticked his brain.

Warnings: None

Word count: 4,569

A/N: This is the last part of this mini-series! Hope you guys like it. So sorry that it came so late. I’ve been drowning in school work. The last part of this is very rushed but I hope it’s okay. There will be no other parts to this.

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serenity0220  asked:

Any chance you could please find some that Yuuri and Victor are married, but no one knows they are AU. Like, "Victor is a famous skater and he's married, but no one has a clue who his husband" is kind scenario? Thank you!

Hi! Thanks for these requests! This is a really fun AU! (Most of these fics are based off @skygemspeaks post which you can find here!

Originally posted by asparagusoup


Identity Reveal


Who is Coach Yuuri? by glitteryimagay, Teen, 24k
Nix, Fish and Frankie were over the moon when they were told they were chosen by skating legend Victor Nikiforov himself to be taught at his rink in America. But upon arriving, they are informed Victor was asked last minute to be the choreographer for the Olympic US Skating Team and instead, they will be taught by the rink’s head coach, who they know nothing about! This is great!

The Internet Exists For a Reason by tomorrowsdreams, Teen, 2.8k
Katsuki Yuuri amazes people even without them knowing who he really is. Thumbs up!

Comfort Zone by BertholdvonMoosburg, Gen, 8.9k
Yuuri decides to go back to school. He’d really like to experience being normal again for a while, and he wants friends, not more fans.It’s hard to keep two lives separate. Love this!

Yuuri Katsuki, MA by BertholdvonMoosburg, Teen, 10k
Two years. Two years she’d known Yuuri Katsuki, since that welcome reception where he’d looked so uncomfortable and she’d invited him to the pub. He had been a mystery at first, friendly but closed off. When he finally let her into his life, she found a real friendship with this warm, expressive, gentle man. And with his warm, expressive, extra-as-fuck husband. Thumbs up!

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra, Gen, 6.3k
Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband. HAHAH THIS IS GREAT

Ethical Dilemmas in Sport Psychology: When Googling Your Friend Gets Weird by Adrianners, Teen, 1.5k
Grad student Yuuri is late to his study group, but nobody has his phone number or university email. One “Yuuri Katsuki Wayne State” Google search later and… Why does Yuuri have a Wikipedia page? Awesome fic!

Showing Results for ‘Katsuki Yuuri’ by Ferrero13, Gen, 3.9k
Victor makes it his goal to get Katsuki Yuuri, figure skater, to the first page of Google results. There is no way he could let such a brilliant skater be overshadowed by Katsuki Yuuri, winner of some stuffy academic medal, who is probably 50 and balding. I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH

A Real Life Cinnamon Roll by Seito, 2.1k
Yuuri Katsuki’s students knew three things about their new teacher:
1) he was adorable
2) he was extremely passionate about teaching them
3) based off the lovesick expression he often wore, his wife was a lucky woman. I LOOOOVE THIS FIC

How do you not know? by missykristy, Teen, 4.5k
Yuuri Nikiforov-Katsuki, after retiring from competitive skating at 27, decides to go back to school and build on top of his Communications degree. He becomes the Teaching Assistant to a first year Japanese class and is more than happy to stay silent about his career. But honestly, a quick Google search and he’s there. How could you not know? Fun read!

And the answer is… by nessiesaur, Gen, 1.5k
Yuuri Katsuki is adorable, but also one of the most mature people in their class. Yuuri Katsuki is in her study group, which definitely saved her ass on the midterm. Yuuri Katsuki is…wait, who is he!?

A Prince in Disguise by lourthor, Gen, 5.1k
The one thing his classmates know about him for sure is that he loves his husband. Such a good fic!

Long time no see by ddugeun, Gen, 4.8k
“Mum? What’s wrong?” he might be 27 and retired, but his anxiety never gets easier about the smaller things.
“Yuuri! Oh, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong!” Hiroko chirped through the speakers. It’s not quite enough to quell his nervous thoughts just yet. “I got a letter for you in the post; it looked quite important so I opened it incase it was time sensitive, and it turns out it’s a high school reunion invite!” High school reunion AU… you have to read this!

icebreaker by Cesare, Gen, 6.1k
Marianne gets to know Yuuri Katsuki mainly because she never heard the name “Yuuri” before their class together. AWESOME fic!

five theories about victor “my husband” nikiforov (+ one fact) by dadvans, Not Rated, 2.1k
No one knows the truth about the strange, well-paying man who comes into the bar three times a week and only talks about his husband. But everyone has their theories. Rec’d by my followers!

YOI Fic Rec Masterlist!

Now, I appreciate that this is not going to be the best most put together list of all time, it’s more of a personal archive of things Ive enjoyed over time. I’ll likely add more as I go. 

Unwritten – Kaizuka

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8293714/chapters/18997870

Until My Feet Bleed And My Heart Aches – Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8748484/chapters/20055247

Of Bright Stars And Burning Hearts – Reiya

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…

 Part 2 of the Rivals series and companion fic to ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’. One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a world where they both tell a very different side to the story.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10450500/chapters/23069073

You Can’t Plan For Everything – RivDeV

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8799475/chapters/20173651

On My Love – RikoJasmine

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8577016/chapters/19665139

 Winter Song – Proantagonist

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.

Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.

There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8596987/chapters/19715377

Victor Effing Nikiforov –shysweetthing

AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.

Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.

Basically this is an excuse for total fluff. And porn. And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor.

~~

Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in place once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me at the banquet if you take gold this time around.”

Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9052504

I know my madness – astoryaboutwar

It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

(In which Yuuri doesn’t blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8635321

Katsuki_fc Wrote – tetsurashian

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.

(aka a social media fic)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8695081/chapters/19936426

Centripetal Force – Braveten

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn’t one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9534413/chapters/21559400

Maelstorm – Feelslikefire

Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.

(Or, the time loop au. Loosely based on Groundhog Day.)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8734612/chapters/20024818

Omerta – Kashoku

Minako had said he was a blessing - that his pockets were deep and Yuuri was lucky to have caught his eye.

But Viktor Nikiforov was a curse, and Yuuri finds himself trapped in a world of blood and death where it takes violence to mend what is broken.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8918152/chapters/20427895

Shared Gravity –Phoenixwaller

Yuri Katsuki doesn’t advertise his alpha status, in fact he’d rather it be relatively unknown. He feels that he’s never fit the stereotype, and is much happier blending into the background. However, much to his dismay, his alpha instincts are awakened one summer morning.

At first he’s angry, believing that his new coach, Victor Nikiforov, has brought back an omega in heat for a day of passion. But when he intrudes to order the couple to a safer location he learns the truth. Victor, the most decorated male figure skater ever, has his own secret.

From there an inexplicable gravity grows between them, their shared secrets pulling them together in ways that both learn to cherish.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9727733/chapters/21930794

Nerve Endings – Phyona

When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9001282/chapters/20554537

Call Everything On The Ice… - shysweetthing

Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn’t tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly.

(The subtitle of this fic should be: Victor Nikiforov really needs a hug. Luckily, he gets one. Eventually.)

~~~

“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.

Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9654452/chapters/21811016

When ice melts in the snow (that’s when you’ll love me) – lilithiumwords

Katsuki Yuuri is the worst incubus in the Underworld. Viktor Nikiforov is his human target.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8770939/chapters/20105086

Please Have Mercy On Me – all_those_big_ass_trees

Viktor’s been living with Yuuri for a month now, but Yuuri is still not used to him. But Viktor is a good teacher, and Yuuri is a good student.
*This fic is basically about the development of their relationship with each other which begins as a crazy crush then turns into something serious, something real. Sooner or later, they have to deal with problems as well. Angst, fluff, and porn… lot of porn.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8808781/chapters/20196931

My Name On Your Lips – Feelslikefire

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King’s son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he’s forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he’s been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn’t have other ideas.

(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates weekly.)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9406391/chapters/21293999

A Silhouette Of Three – Anna

Yuuri and Viktor are aiming for a third consecutive Grand Prix gold as the new skating season rolls around. Halfway through the qualifiers, however, Yuuri realises that he’s pregnant. He can either tell Viktor, who he knows would freak out and demand that he withdraw from the Grand Prix, or he can keep his mouth shut, keep his mate at bay, and win the gold that he’s worked so hard for.

Easier said than done.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9110275

Twenty-Five Hours - olizzybenneto 

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9677486/chapters/21856832

All Eyes on Me - Kizuna_Auri 

Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10611891/chapters/23466588

The Boyfriend Experience - Cryingoverspilledvodka 

Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9285461/chapters/21042680

For The Camera - Noon30ish 

In which Yuuri becomes a pornstar and is ‘training’ under the one and only, the Living Legend, Vitya.

Or the fic where, for Yuuri, sex comes first and love comes after.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10206422/chapters/22653293

The “Real” Viktor Nikiforov - thishasbeencary 

So, fine, maybe Yuuri’s a little bored and lonely when he likes a dating profile claiming to be Viktor Nikiforov. And, maybe, he’s a little pathetic when he gets excited when the account messages him almost immediately after. And, he’s definitely stupid for falling in love with someone pretending to be his idol, but he can’t help it. It’s not like it’s the real Viktor Nikiforov, anyway. He knows someone is catfishing him, but he still falls ridiculously in love.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10315007/chapters/22807862

Shape Of You - ViktorBunny 

Yuri is moving to St. Petersburg and Victor is far too excited to show him everything and spoil his Katsudon on his home turf.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9429881/chapters/21340928

An Intangible Force of Motion - doeinstinct 

The new season is in full-swing, and Viktor is realizing just how much work it is to coach and compete, but the exhilaration is worth it. The pain in his leg is probably just from overworking. Probably.
(Or the post-season one continuation fic no one really asked for.)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9153136/chapters/20793226

Beyond The Blue Horizon - HikarisDream

It was perfect. There was no music, no sound whatsoever, only Yuuri, dancing in front of him, toes sinking into the deliciously soft carpet, his movements fluent even off the ice and his eyes sparkling while he tried to show to Victor what his words had lacked to convey, making him hear the melody with his eyes while he watched every small gesture, every delicate step. It was all there on open display; their love unfolding for everyone to see.

Victor Nikiforov is back in competitive skating with Yuuri finally meeting him on the same ice. Victuuri. Post-Canon. BoyxBoy Rated M for smut. Lots of Fluff

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9186470/chapters/20850245

Those Three Words - azriona

Their one night of passion in Sochi left Victor Nikiforov with a bit more of a souvenir than either he or Yuuri Katsuki bargained for. Oops?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9618635/chapters/21730859

Like A Fairytale - lucycamui 

In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella’ Yuuri.
(And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).

“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”

“…Sweet.”

“Well, he does make pastries.“

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9373529/chapters/21220337

Update: 12th May 2017

No Less Unthinkable - rageprufrock 

In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9643403/chapters/21786299

It Takes Two To Tango - Paidendryl

If Yuuri had known that going to that high school party in the rich part of Hasetsu three weeks ago would result in him leaning over a toilet, body shaking, and abdomen cramping, he would’ve told Phichit that he wasn’t up to it.

But that bridge was already crossed and now the consequences were present. Very present.

He groaned, leaning over the cool porcelain with tears trailing down his face. How was he supposed to explain this to his parents?

How was he supposed to explain to his family that he’s pregnant?

More importantly, how was he going to tell the father?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10652844/chapters/23572611

The Next Level - Azriona

So this is being engaged to a fellow skater: it’s trying to figure out whose sweats are whose, writing competition dates on the calendar in different colored pens, late-night arguments over sequins versus feathers, running out of the really good foot plasters after the shops have closed for the night.

The skating season continues (as skating seasons are wont to do), while Victor and Yuuri negotiate the shifts in their relationship, their careers, and their home rink.

Sometimes, things even go as planned.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10599636/chapters/23434005

blood is thicker than - icanhinatashouyoutheworld 

“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

Or: Victor Nikiforov finds out he has a son. He wants full custody.

Katsuki Yuuri isn’t going to give up his child that easily.

Or: Victor and Yuuri fight a custody battle for Yurio. Shit happens.

Or: Yuri Plisetsky starts with one parent, and ends up with two.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10335053/chapters/22845206

Stimulating Conversation - threerings

Yuuri is determined to get to the bottom of why Victor keeps flirting with him. This leads to a conversation. With alcohol.

“Besides,” said Victor. “Maybe if I get you drunk I can learn some of your secrets.”

Yuuri coughed as he swallowed. “My secrets?”

 “Yes. The secrets of the mysterious Katsuki Yuuri, enigma of the figure skating world.” Yuuri nearly choked again at that.

He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”

 “What? You are an enigma.”

 “Sure.”

 “I’m not joking,” Victor assured. “No one really knows what to make of you, Yuuri. You’re so quiet most of the time and then other times…” Yuuri just looked at the other man as he trailed off. He shook his head and reached to pour them both more sake.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10794513/chapters/23943609

empty spaces between stars - astudyinrose

Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids… but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor’s sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals…

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10847568/chapters/24084063

Baby Blue Prince - Daughter of Vayu 

When Viktor Nikiforov met Yuuri, he didn’t know that cute guy with awful baby blue tie was actually a real life prince. The one with titles and such.

The Modern Royalty AU with Yuuri as Prince Cinnamon Roll.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10699002/chapters/23697102

And for the sake of it, my own fics: 

Call Him Yuurichka 

Yuuri wakes up in the arms of Viktor, who happens to be muttering a certain pet name in his sleep.

Smuttiness ensues.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8754070

Viktuuri with a Dash of Sinnamon 

The kink is strong in this one. 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8984830

Katsudon! That’s what Eros is to me! 

Yuuri wasn’t kidding when he said katsudon was his Eros… (crackfic) 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9509327

The Start Of Life 

After winning a bet, Yuuri had been overjoyed that he’d managed to avoid having a large, celebrity style wedding, in exchange for allowing Viktor to plan and have full control over their honeymoon. Yuuri had been mentally preparing himself for flamboyant luxury, only to land up in a ‘middle of nowhere’ town in provincial Russia.

“This was what you wanted to show me?”

“Yes!” He jumped on the spot. “Oh Yuuri, you don’t understand. This is where I learnt to skate!”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9714068

Love Bite 

"Viktor, it seemed, was enjoying Yuuri’s fluster. “Now Yuuri, that’s no nice way to ask. You wounded me! You may as well stake me right now! Though, it seems I’m the one staking you right now…”

Yuuri, to his own surprise, found himself laughing. Hundreds of years on this planet, and Viktor Nikiforov, his immortal boyfriend, had just punned him before taking his virginity.”

Or, Viktor and Yuuri’s first time with a vampire twist

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10228547

Impulse (Jungkook)

Angst/Fluff
Badboy AU
5484 Words 
The long awaited oneshot that I promised I’d post a week ago oops.

Summary: Jungkook keeps himself cool, calm and collected at all times yet around her, the want to throw away his facade is extremely tempting. He fears that if he acts on his feelings he will drag her into a lifestyle that he desperately wants to keep her out of.

Jungkook swallowed and gripped his thighs so hard he was sure he left angry red marks on them. Usually it was easy to ignore her but now that they were alone together, his senses heightened and he was able to catch every time she licked her lips out of nervousness, heard every little sigh that escaped from her mouth and he swore that if he looked at her directly right now, he could probably count every single one of her eyelash.

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The Night Ahead (Part 1)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: so like all my followers know what a pain in my ASS this fic has been. started off as a one-shot based off the song “house on a hill” by the pretty reckless, and has slowly mutated into a freaking series. this part is in bucky’s POV, but after this the rest of the series (save for one other part) will be in the “reader’s” perspective. there’s a lot of flashbacks in this fic, which is a new kind of thing for me. all flashbacks are written in italics and put in blockquotes. this fic is something new for me, so if you could leave me messages letting me know what you think i would be eternally grateful!  also, if you like this fic, please check out my master list

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

BUCKY

Bucky flipped through the files, trying to ignore Steve’s gaze weighing on him. Most of the folders were thin. There was maybe a page or two of mostly useless information. Possible aliases, possible contacts, and activities. It was all varied, and its accuracy debatable. There was only one thing each file had in common – every file, every person, was a HYDRA associate.  

He tossed a file onto the table, his gaze lifting enough to unsurprisingly find Steve’s glacier blues focused on his face. Bucky held the look for a brief moment before he dropped his eyes and opened up the new folder. “I’m fine, Steve.” 

I’m fine. I’m fine. After three months, the phrase felt almost like bile in his throat whenever he said the words. A simple expression that has transfigured into something pale and flat from overuse. Bucky had said it when he came out of cryo three months ago, when Wakandan scientists thought they had found a way to negate whatever HYDRA had put in him, only to have the experiment fall through. He said it again when his future was discussed, now that he was thawed and still a ticking time bomb. The possibility of going back into cryo was discussed, but Bucky refused because he was fine. And the relief he saw in his best friend’s face at the refusal was Bucky’s main argument every day since that he made the right decision. 

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Wanted (Jungkook and Hoseok love triangle smut)

Originally posted by bangtansonyeondarnit


Summary: Jungkook likes you, Hoseok’s girlfriend, a little too much and gets a little too excited when he catches you and Hobi having sex.

Pairings: You x Hoseok, You x Jungkook

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Themes: Jungkook catching you having sex, Jungkook masturbating, Jungkook having feelings for you while you’re in a relationship, sex with Hobi

Word count: 4k (?)

Trigger warnings: Explicit smut, being caught (kind of), masturbating, over-all mature themes, hints at mental illness (like, sort of- not really)

You watched your boyfriend, who sat cross-legged on the floor, folding clothes to put into his suitcase with great care. Sparkles twizzled across your eyes as you observed him with a thudding heart. His back was facing you and as he moved, his muscles flexed gently beneath his grey sweater. Unable to resist the temptation of his touch- you climbed off of his bed to crouch behind him. Your hands rubbed over his shoulder blades tenderly.

“Hey, baby.” He says and laughs. That enchanting laugh that is so soft it comes out as a throaty chuckle.

“Hey, baby.” You say back and sit down so that your knees are on either side of him. You nuzzle your nose into his soft shirt, inhaling his clean and musky scent. You wrap your arms around him- letting your hands fold over his abs, which he soon covers with his own. He leans his head backwards and the smell of his shampooed orange hair tickles at your nose.

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Barely Dressed; Never Snogging

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The first time Lily Evans wore James Potter’s shirt was an accident.

Lily grabbed it from the clean laundry pile that the House Elves placed on her trunk the night before. She threw it over her head and as it slid down her face into place she realized how good the shirt smelled. She mused that when her clothes came back from the elves, they never smelled so…good.

She didn’t notice it wasn’t one of her Gryffindor shirts until the hem fell right above her knees like a very short dress. The soft cotton was well worn and soft against her bare skin, colored scarlet with a lion rearing on the front majestically. Lily pulled it off just as quickly as she’d put it on, checking the tag and seeing no name written in. When she flipped it over to view the back she was in luck.

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TITLE: You Know What They Say About Love and Hate….

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) hated each other when they first met. But it’s been three years, did feelings develop or do they still hate each other? You know what they say about love and hate…

[gif is not mine. requests are open. this one shot was heavily influenced by dan and blair’s relationship from gg -some quotes are directly from there, see if you can spot it]. 

warnings: swear word, mention of the word slut. 

word count: 2.4k+


‘…Because when we open our heart we can explore a world of love. And be pleasantly surprised by the people already in our life…’ gg 3x18

(Y/N) walked down the stairs, the train of her dress flowing nicely behind her. She felt like she was in a movie. ‘I feel like a goddess right now,’ she thought. She smiled to herself imagining her date’s face as she came down. Her smile however dropped as soon as she saw that it wasn’t Nick. “Rogers, what the hell are you doing here?”

Steve turned and saw her at the bottom of the stairs, he swallowed the gasp that would have escaped out of his mouth because of her beauty. He put on the facial expression that he often wore around her -indifference and anger.

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here either but there was a change.”

“What kind of change?”

“Tony,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, sighed and crossed her arms. “Look (Y/L/N), we need to do this, for him.”

“We’ve tried everything, Rogers. I mean there’s nothing on the guy.” The guy in question was Pepper’s new paramour. Of course nothing was happening between Pepper and the new guy but that didn’t stop Tony from wanting to rip him to shreds. Tony, being Tony of course wanted intense background research on the new guy, trying to find out his deepest, darkest secrets.

“I know, but he wants us to try one more time.” Steve walked towards her, standing in front of her but not close enough to touch her if he extended his arms.

“He’s pathetic.”

This time Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s your best friend.”

She shrugged, “Gives me more reason to call him pathetic.” (Y/N) started walking to the door, Steve couldn’t help but watch as her arse sway. “Coming Rogers? Or are you too busy staring?”

Steve shook himself out of it and followed her.

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Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom
Sue Klebold
Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom

Saturday, April 17, 1999   6:00 pm

We’d spent that year begging Dylan to get a haircut, to no avail, but I convinced him to tie his hair back into a ponytail with one of my own elastics for the prom. He put his prescription glasses in his pocket and donned a pair of small-framed sunglasses. We thought he looked
very handsome.


Alison, our renter, came over and offered to take a picture of the three of us. In the picture, Dylan is clowning around, hamming it up like a professional model, Zoolander-style. The sharp lines of his formal wear stand in stark contrast to the faded flannel shirts and worn blue jeans Tom and I are wearing. He kept his sunglasses on as he posed with us; he wore dark glasses often during the last weeks of his life. I believe now he was hiding behind them.

Tom had remembered to charge the batteries on our video camera, and he filmed Dylan briefly before Robyn arrived. The conversation between them is stilted; clearly, neither of them is comfortable on camera. But we have looked back on this pre-prom video many times, and shown it to others. It is absolutely stunning how normal Dylan seems.

He and Tom talk lazily about baseball; Dylan mimes his hero, Randy Johnson, pitching in an ill-fitting tuxedo. Tom makes some comment about growing up, and Dylan remarks he’ll never have kids. Tom says he may change his mind, and Dylan says, “I know. I know. Someday I’ll look back at this and say, ‘What was I thinking?!!’ ” It is breathtakingly prophetic. When Tom persists in filming over Dylan’s protests, Dylan pinches small handfuls of snow from a nearby bush, lobbing the miniature snowballs playfully at Tom until the camera stops running. The fondness between them is palpable. It breaks my heart.

Robyn arrived in good time, looking lovely in a deep blue-purple dress. Tom taped Dylan presenting her with her corsage, and smiling down at her as she struggled to pin a rose to his lapel. I made paparazzi jokes and asked them to move so I could get a picture without parked cars in the background. Since Dylan had assured us he and Robyn were just friends, I was a little surprised—and frankly tickled—to see him put his arm around her.

In the last few frames on the tape Tom shot, the two of them smile into the camera. Then, self consciously but sweetly, they both begin to laugh.

Eat Me

Summary: Sugar daddy Phil feederism fic where dan is really thin when he first starts because no money but Phil loves feeding him and watching him fill out

Author’s Note: A bunch of people loved this idea so here it is. This might be the weirdest thing ive written so feedback would be great. like would you guy’s want more of this type of stuff or do you prefer other kinks more? lemme know <3 lol at my title what does it even mean in the context of this fic (2.1k words) anyways i finished this earlier but didn’t get to post it til now sorry about that also happy valentines day! <3

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Dylann Roof described by his co-workers

Brock Pack (a crew leader at Clark’s) said Dylann:

  • Often spaced or zoned out while working. One day, while working on a house by the lake, he was edging around the rocks by the lake. There was no fence and he was edging three houses down from the house they were working on. Brock had trouble getting his attention and had to get in front of him to get him back on the right property. 
  • Would go sit somewhere else by himself if the crew sat down for lunch before him (even though the rest of the crew was sitting together. The crew went to lunch together most every day).
  • Would sit with the crew only if he sat down first and the crew sat next to him. 
  • Said everything in a monotone voice and would not crack a smile when joking (this made brock have a hard time knowing when he was joking).
  • Often wore two shirts and had his pants rolled up at the bottom with his socks pulled high.
  • Seemed to have no interests outside of work.

John Patton (co-worker) said Dylann:

  • Was difficult to get answers from that were more than a word or two (john tried to get to know Dylann but it was hard to do so because of this).
  • Told john that he was only working because his dad made him.
  • Fell asleep virtually any time he was stationary, even when he was in the truck for only 2 or 3 minutes on the way to the next job.
  • Was seen sitting on his own at lunch by John. 
  • When asked about hobbies one time, said he did not do anything; he just went home and sat in his room.
  • Was asked if he played video games and he responded, “No, I literally look at the walls.”

Brian Fanning (a manager of the landscaping division at Clarks) said Dylann:

  • Was extremely quiet; it was like pulling teeth to get him to give more than a one-word answer. Even when he did give a longer answer, it would take him a long time to provide an answer of any kind.
  • Worked at Clark’s for approximately two months in 2014 (from late March to early June) and for less than two months in 2015 (from mid-April to late May).

The following’s from a news article. I couldn’t find the documents.

Dylann’s former coworkers described him as largely “keeping to himself,”. One of his former coworkers recalled him offering to show them the pistol he had recently purchased with money given to him by his father. The man said he told Dylann not to bring the pistol to work.

Another former coworker recalled a time when a fellow employee “made some racist joke,” after which Dylann stated that he was a racist. Dylann also told the man that he would like to one day get a job as a clerk or someone in the retail field, but no one would hire him due to the way he looks.

(I’ve edited this post since posting it to make it easier to read)

[scenario] [request] miscommunication

5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”  
33: “Please don’t do this.” 

(i cried while writing this keke enjoy~) 

Title: miscommunication

Member: jihoon ft. seungcheol, got7′s jaebum & jackson

Genre: angst w a happy ending

Word Count: 1792

“Jihoon, get up. It’s our turn to get breakfast.” Seungcheol shakes the fellow member awake vigorously, making Jihoon grumble curses and swat weakly at Seungcheol’s hand.

“(F/N)’s working today.”

“All the more reason not to get up,” Jihoon mumbles, sitting up anyway. Seungcheol pats down his bedhead and shrugs, tossing Jihoon a pair of jeans nearby.

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Dahmer’s Victims

I see a lot of posts about how they died (which is fine), but I wanted to make a post about how they lived. Like, what they were like as people. This information was scattered across multiple sources and incredibly difficult to find.

Steven Mark Hicks

1959-1978 (age 18) Steven, who went by Steve, was picked up by Dahmer whilst hitchhiking home from a rock concert. An activity he did often. He was four days away from his birthday, and had promised his parents he would be home in time for his dads birthday dinner. He was described as friendly, and well liked by everyone he met. He was close with his parents (Richard and Martha), and had a girlfriend at the time of his death. His parents were worried he smoked too much. Hicks often wore a necklace, and two bracelets. For thirteen years his parents held out hope he was alive somewhere. Steven was reportedly kind and chatty towards Dahmer.

Steven Walter Tuomi

1962- 1987 (age 24.) Tuomi simply went by Steve. He worked in a restaurant. He graduated from Ontonagon Area High School in 1981. His family reported him missing three months after his death. His grave was inscribed with the message; “We’ll love you forever.”

James Edward “Jamie” Doxtator

March 1st 1973- January 16th 1988 (age 14.) Jamie was a prostitute who’d had a few run ins with the law over this, but unfortunately was often treated as a criminal rather then a victim of sexual exploitation. Some reports say Doxtator was Hispanic, but most say he was Native American. His mother, Debbie Vega, in her only statement to the press on the matter, stated her sons favourite bible verse was “…Forgive them father, they know not what they do…”, but that Dahmer should not be forgiven for his crimes. Both photos circulated in the media were mugshots. A few reports say he was homeless at the time of his death, but official state records say he was living with his mother at the time. His grave is inscribed with the above mentioned bible verse and an etching of a buck and a deer.

Richard Guerrero

1967-1988 (age 21.) A young bisexual man who’s sister described him as a “mama’s boy.” He was last seen on the way to his friends house. His sister protested a Haunted Milwaukee walking tour focused on Dahmer.

Anthony L. Sears

January 28th 1965 - March 26th 1985 (age 24). Known to friends as Tony, Sears was an aspiring model. He worked at a restaurant and had recently got a promotion. His friend Jefferey Connor drove Tony and Jeffrey to Dahmer’s grandmother’s house. Years later he testified at Jeffrey Dahmer’s trial. Connor and Sears had been friends for 3 years and Tony had promised to call Connor the next morning. 

Raymond Lamont Smith aka Ricky Beeks

1957-1990 (age 32.) Smith had a daughter who was ten at the time of his death. He often left his family for long periods of time. He had spent time in jail, and was involved in prostitution. His family believed he had died a year prior in a shooting.

Edward Warren Smith

August 2nd 1962 - June 14th 1990 (aged 27.) Known as Eddie, or sometimes “Sheik”. According to some reports he was an acquaintance of Dahmer. He often wore a “turban like headband”. Some say he was estranged from his family, his sister claimed otherwise. She also claimed to have got a call from a man she believed was Dahmer, telling her he had killed her brother. After his death his sister and a lawyer talked about starting a company known as “Jeffrey Dahmer Inc.” where she hoped that she, other victims families, and even Dahmer himself could go into business selling Dahmer merchandise. 

Ernest Miller

1967-1990 (age 22.) Miller was a dance student who met Dahmer outside a book store. He wanted to leave his home in Chicago because of the violence. His grandmother described him as a very nice person. Friends described him as outgoing and sociable. Miller’s grandmother claimed she got a call from a man a week after Ernest’s disappearance, chanting “help me”, and later calls of choking and groaning sounds. She believed the caller was Dahmer.

David Thomas

1968-1990 (age 23.) David was the father of a toddler aged little girl. He was on probation for retail theft at the time of his death. The mother of his daughter described him as a devoted and loving father.

Curtis Durrell Straughter

April 6th 1973 - February 18th 1991 (age 18). Straughter lived with his grandmother, Catherine. He was estranged from some of his family members due to his sexual orientation. He had recently lost a job as a nursing assistant and hoped to become a model and earn a University degree. His friend Bernell Howard wrote a song about him after his disappearance. To his friends, he went by the name “Demetra”. His friends were surprised to learn he was among Dahmers victims as Straughter reportedly did not like white men. The mother of Anthony Sears suspects Dahmer claimed to be a professional photographer who could help with Curtis’ modeling career.

Errol Lindsey

1971-1991 (age 19.) Lindsey was a faithful Christian. He played the drums and sang in the church choir. He was described as an outgoing and friendly man, nicknamed by some “Cool Breeze”. He was also a fan of rap music, and lifted weights. His friends said Lindsey rarely drank or went out to bars.

Tony Hughes

1959-1991 (age 31). Hughes was deaf and mute. He was very close with his family. His sister said he knew Dahmer since October of 1989. Recently moved to Madison, Wisconsin with a group of friends after being “shaken” by the murder of his next door neighbour. Hughes had contracted pneumonia as a baby which caused him to lose his hearing. Tony had five siblings and graduated from the Delavan School For the Deaf.

Konerak Sinthasomphone

1976-1991 (age 14.) The youngest of four brothers, Konerak enjoyed playing soccer, swimming and talking on the phone with his friends. He liked to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Tom and Jerry and would draw pictures of the charactersHe was excited about learning to drive in the coming years and was passionate about sports cars. Konerak tried to find humour in every situation. Sinthasomphone was very close with his brothers and parents. They had come to America from Laos when he was four years old. One brother, Somsack, had been drugged and molested by Dahmer in 1988, and the family believed Dahmer was in jail. Konerak’s parents have said their sons respect towards adults and authority figures may have been what led to him being lured by Dahmer. Konerak famously managed to escape from Dahmer’s apartment, but was brought back to the residence by police. Konerak spoke perfect english but was reportedly unable to do so at the time, possibly due to the head injury inflicted by Dahmer. (Though his father claimed the officers simply didn’t bother trying to listen to his son.) His brother Anoukone stated nobody could have reasonably thought his brother looked 19, a lie from Dahmer the police believed. The Sinthasomphone’s, including Konerak, were devout Buddhists. 

Matt Turner aka Donald Montrell

1971 - 1991 (age 20).  Matt Turner was described as bright and articulate. At the time of his death he had run away from home and was living in a halfway house. Turner/Montrell sang in his church’s choir. He met Dahmer at a Chicago pride parade.

Jeremiah Weinberger

1967-1991 (age 23.) Jeremiah had a lot of friends. He worked in customer service. According to Dahmer, Weinberger was exceptionally affectionate compared to other men he’d been with. He survived for two days after Jeffrey Dahmer performed an amateur lobotomy on him. His friends handed out and plastered flyers with his face around town with a toll free number to call with information after his disappearance. Described as outgoing and friendly, he was an amateur artist and kept his things exceptionally organized. He was also concerned with dressing well and always looking his best.

Oliver Lacy

1966-1991 (age 24.) Lacy was a body building enthusiast with a 2 year old son. He was a track star in high school. He disappeared after going to the mall, last seen buying an ice cream cone.

Joseph Bradhoft

1965-1991 (age 25.) The father of three children, he had recently moved in with his brother to look for a job. Bradhoft did have a domestic assault charge against his girlfriend. According to police records, he punched her and threatened to slash the tires of her car. He enjoyed sports and fishing. 

sources: newspaper articles, family statements, FBI files, US criminal records

Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Words of Affirmation

Credence Barebone was a young man starved of the most basic human needs of affection and affirmation. In her efforts to practice “tough love” upon her adoptive children, Mary-Lou Barebone’s methods had, instead bred socially negative results. Credence, being the biggest receptor and made a forced glutton of these “affections”, faired the worst of them all. Granted, this was assisted by the fact that he had became the unwilling host to a destructive manifestation of wrath and hatred. But even post-havoc and post-Obscurus separation, the deeds done onto him had been done: Credence was damaged.

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Yule Ball - Draco x Reader

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Request - anon  :A shy girl and Draco and the Yule ball or something? Draco had never actually talked to this chick, but knows her and she knows him. He tries to ask her to the ball, but she’s always surrounded or she’s not around then the Yule ball comes up.

Warnings- Don’t think so. 

Pretty girls came into Draco’s life often. Pretty girls with kind hearts and genuine goals did not. So when Draco first noticed Y/N - he didn’t often pay attention to her. But when he started to see how nice she was and how she spoke her mind, Draco became more drawn to her. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Y/N.

He saw her for the first time in Potions class. Professor Snape had reassigned seats and she sat just in front of him. He watched as she tossed her H/C hair over a shoulder and sat with her back facing him. Draco couldn’t focus in Potions that day. He could smell the mint of her shampoo every time she tossed her hair. He could see her head bend down when she couldn’t keep up with the rapidness of Snape’s voice. He watched her knee bounce up and down when got impatient or bored.

The next few times Draco tried to ignore her, but he found it hard. She was beautiful - there was no denying that. But that wasn’t what attracted him to her. Y/N turned out to be funny. Draco could hear her comment under her breath during lessons. She also seemed to be as smart as - if not smarter - than Hermione Granger herself. She spoke her mind. She didn’t conform to other’s opinions. She had her own thoughts and she knew who she was.

Draco couldn’t keep his mind off of Y/N. Instead of his thoughts being consumed by Harry Potter, they were consumed with Y/N. He wanted her to notice him. He wanted her to want him as bad as he wanted her. Draco hadn’t even talked to the girl yet. He didn’t know how. They weren’t partners in any of the classes they had together. They didn’t sit near each other at meals. There wasn’t an excuse for him to talk to her.

Then Yule Ball came faster than he thought it would. When there were four weeks until the ball, Draco had thought about asking her to it. He decided it was too early. The next week, he had another excuse. He had too much homework. There wasn’t enough time in the day. She was always surrounded by her other friends. The third week, he was starting to panic. Everyone else in house already had a date. Draco didn’t. Y/N probably already did. Blaise brought the problem up to him at a late night study session.

“So, Draco, who did you ask to the Yule Ball? Anyone special?” Blaise winked.

“Blaise. You know I haven’t asked anyone yet.” Draco responded and closed his textbook loudly.

“Well now’s your chance. Look who just walked in to the library.”

Draco glared at Blaise. Blaise knew of Draco’s infatuation with the h/c hair e/c eyed fourth year. Blaise had listened to Draco make excuses for hours about why he couldn’t talk to the girl. Draco hadn’t even introduced himself yet. Granted, she probably already knew who he was - everyone did. Blaise gave him a pointed look and looked back to where Y/N was sitting at a table by herself.

“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it for you. You’re Draco Malfoy. What have you got to lose, mate?” Blaise leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. Draco gathered his things and made his way over to the table where she was sitting. He stopped midway when she was joined by one of her friends. Draco didn’t want to ask to the Yule Ball in front of her friends. He wanted it to be special.

He turned around and made his way back to where Blaise sat laughing.

“Mate, you can’t be scared of talking to her and her friends forever. You’ve got to ask her soon though, you don’t want her to get snatched up - if she isn’t already.”

“I’ll do it. I just want it to be at the right moment.” Draco replied angrily.

The week of the Yule Ball, Draco was determined. He studied her that week more than ever. Draco made note of what hairstyle she wore most often. He listened in on more of her conversations. Her favorite color was y/f/c. He learned that while she thought the idea of the ball was nice, it was also a brutal reminder that not everyone was meant to end up with a date. Most importantly, he had learned that she’d turned down several offers to go to the Yule Ball with someone because she was waiting on a certain boy to ask her.

Draco’s confidence wavered when he heard that. If he asked her, and she turned him down, he’d be disappointed. He had spent weeks infatuated with this girl. He had a plan though and he thought that it just might work. If it ended up in a disaster, at least he’d tried.

Then night of the Yule Ball, Draco waited at the bottom of the big staircase. He watched as several girls passed him. They would glance at him, giggle, and then saunter into the Great Hall. He saw Pansy and Blaise and several of his other friends in a circle gossiping. When Draco saw Y/N’s group of friends descend down the staircase, he became even more nervous than before. She wasn’t with them. Did that mean his plan hadn’t worked? He sat on the last step of the staircase.

Everyone had made their way into the Great Hall fifteen minutes ago. There was still no sign of Y/N. Draco figured he must have missed her walk down. Maybe she’d gone in before he got there. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t seem to hear the heels clicking against the stone of the stair steps. There was a tap on his shoulder.

Standing up, Draco whirled around. His jaw dropped as he saw Y/N standing in front of him.

“Draco,” she cleared her throat. “I- uh- I got your note and your gifts. Thank you, it was very nice of you. You didn’t have to do this.” she spoke softly. Draco shook his head and closed his mouth. He swallowed and spoke.

“I’ve been trying to figure out a way to talk to you, but you always seem to be surrounded by your friends. I thought sending you something might be the only way I could talk to you alone. Er, you look lovely, by the way.”

An uncommon blush crept up the boy’s cheeks.

“Thanks. I’m glad you think so. Considering you sent me the dress, shoes, and jewelry, I’m glad you think I look decent.” She laughed and Draco’s breath caught in his throat. He loved the sound of her laugh.

“Well, I’m just glad you liked them. I heard your favorite color was y/f/c so that’s how I figured out what color to get you. I did have help though. Er, Pansy helped. She really picked everything out after I told her what - You know what, never mind. Shall we go in?” Draco asked. He was nervous. She had that affect on him. And he had already said too much.

“Sorry I’m late, by the way. I couldn’t decide how to wear my hair.” she confessed.

“It’s not a problem. I’m just glad you came. Now, let’s go have some fun, yeah?” 

Cherry Blossom Season

Synopsis: You found peace in the sloping green plains. Where you were met with the songs of birds and the wind that ran its fingers through your hair, the whisper of leaves swaying above as you laid rested. With a notebook in hand, you turned words into poetry as a man sat across from you with cherry blossom hair, sparing shy glances from his sketchbook, up to you. 

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Fluff

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A/N: For my beautiful cereal pal @amazzjin, happy birthday my love. I gift you with some fluffy times, I hope you had a super amazing day <333 Love you!

Originally posted by cherryblossoms-and-cupcakes

You felt the grass sway with the wind as it brushed along your skin, soon settling below a singing willow tree. Eyes gazing across the sloping green plains and trees draping their shadows over the landscape, you picked out your favourite pen, a notebook in hand as your fingers glid along the smooth surface. Finding the corners of the cover, you opened up to the numerous accounts and sketches that happened to flow with the wind and find its way to your stream of consciousness. Pen to paper, you watched as the ink curled along the pure white page, not reading over the words, only letting them flow freely from your mind. The whisper of the wind through the leaves lulled your busy thoughts to rest as your book sat comfortably on the grass in front, cheeks resting on the palm of your hand as you laid comfortably on your stomach. Head tilting to your side, you pondered on your next words, tapping pen to paper until one would spring to mind. Breaking your glance from the book and up to the top of the trees across from you, you listened to the twitter of birds, observing them go about their busy lives above. Eyes tracing down to a man seated underneath, they locked with one another, his pink fringe blowing in the breeze as if a cherry blossom in full bloom; a single flower in the serenity of the park. A soft smile befell his plump lips, eyes shyly breaking from your gaze as he looked back down to the sketchbook in hand. Transfixed on the cherry blossom haired man amongst the greenery of his backdrop, your mind itched with inspiration, rushing with new words as the poetry now flew to your paper. Sparing quick glances up to your figure lying beneath the shelter of a tree, the man carefully traced pencil lines along his paper, carving its way around to create a profile of the woman in his sights; you.

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Sex Dreams (L/J)

A/N: Lily has a sex dream about James. Shenanigans ensue.

Lily wakes with a start, sweaty and flushed, and immediately her insides twist horribly. “Bollocks,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut as though she can mentally wipe away all memory of the dream she’s just awoken from.

“Everything all right, love?” Marlene, one of her fellow seventh years, calls from the bathroom. Lily jumps, unaware she’d spoken out loud before.

“Erm, yes,” she calls back. Moments later, Lily starts again as Marlene’s blonde head appears between her bed curtains.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” Marlene says pleasantly. Eyes flicking over Lily’s pink cheeks, she cocks her head to one side. “Bad dream?”

“Something like that,” Lily mutters, shooing Marlene away as she pulls back the curtains and swings her legs over the side of the bed. Marlene crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows expectantly, but Lily just shakes her head. “I’m late for Transfiguration.”

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Snape Headcanons

(I think this is a bit late for the appreciation month day, but I have exams so I forgot)

1) He enjoys classical music, ballets, operas, and musicals. This was looked down on in Cokeworth as it was seen as ‘girly,’ but the disapproval only made him love them more when he got to Hogwarts to separate himself from his muggle past. Being friends with the Malfoys meant he was more able to go and see these (as I imagine the old pure blood families like such music).

2) He went to university after Hogwarts to get a Master’s in potions. I like to think of the idea of wizards going to muggle universities, undercover with their own departments that are kept relatively separate from their muggle peers, but the same institution. He was very talented and had connections, so maybe he went to some wizard-only college at Oxford or Cambridge, where he got his master’s in three, instead of four years due to his sheer talent (he was definitely teaching after having left Hogwarts for 3 years, so he must have got his master’s by then).

Going to Oxbridge also make him start to see the error of his more bigoted views as, despite being at a wizard-only college, he meets some muggles who seem decent at uni.

3) Minerva McGonagall was his closest friend during his teaching years, but also the mother he never had as she took him under her wing and appreciated his intellect but saw his inexperience. Similarly she saw him as the son she never had once he started teaching as she helped him cope with his new situation. After he died she deeply regretted that he didn’t share his feeling for Lily with her.

4) Charity Burbage was also a close friend. He didn’t know her as long as Minerva, but they got on well and she was someone out of the war, so talking to her made her forget everything that was wrong, in fact he actually confessed his mission to kill Dumbledore to her, and she promised to never tell.

She told him about how muggles had therapists, and used to joke that he should get one. When she died he took her advice and found a therapist who was married to a wizard and so knew about the wizarding world already so he didn’t break the law. He was diagnosed with severe depression.

5) He wears uncharacteristically suavè clothes because he actually used to care about his appearance a little when he left Hogwarts, so he got himself some nice robes tailored to allow him to more easily fit in with Lucius’ circle. After the war when he sunk into his depression, he just never bothered to change what he wore apart from getting new ones tailored every so often.

6) He speaks multiple languages (of which Latin in one) which he learnt in order to create spells. He was encouraged to continue learning to help him understand operas and to help him blend in when he travelled.

He also plays piano and can often be found playing Mozart on a grand piano in his rooms to pass the time.

7) He spent a lot of the summer holidays in the '80s travelling Europe due to his interest in both muggle and wizarding history and art.

8) He’s asexual/demiromantic and would prefer to have a fulfilling friendship to a romantic relationship as he fears that engaging in a romantic relationship once he starts to feel romantic attraction toward someone will make a break-up more likely, so he would never act on his romantic attractions on the rare occasion he may feel them.

He’s also had so few friends throughout his life that he doesn’t actually know the difference between romantic and platonic attraction; to his dying day he wasn’t sure whether he wanted a romantic, or simply and very strong platonic relationship with Lily.

9) He would never admit to to anyone, but he had a secret liking of Luna Lovevood as a student as she always managed to do reasonably well in potions - despite living on another planet 90% of the time - and would sometime leave him bouquets of strange flowers when she noticed he was feeling more down than normal. She also never forgot his birthday (he had no idea how she found out when it was).

10) The Slytherin students liked him so much as their head of house because his door was always open to them should they need help with anything. Even though he was hopeless as dealing with his own emotions, he would always try his best to help with his students’ issues, and they appreciated his effort.

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