i don't like tattoos that much but he's just so perfect

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 


house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.

Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes  by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)


Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps


Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”


A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

A very happy birthday to @whelvenwings​! She got to have this privately on her birthday and now I’m going to share it with everyone else.  I only say this so no one thinks that I’m the asshole who forgot and is posting late omg. 

Thanks so much much for sticking with me for the past couple of years! Glad you’re in my life, Ole Candle-hand :)


 Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel.
Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested.
But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable.
Even if you think you know where you’re going with it.

Dean had all of Castiel’s tattoos memorized by now.

There was the peregrine falcon on his arm, with a wingspan that started at his shoulder and wrapped around his bicep, to dip just below the joint at his elbow.

The opposite forearm was almost entirely black, with large white roses blossoming across the negative space; there was a stunning contrast along the sharp edges where the tattoo ended above the wrist and below the other elbow.

On his abdomen, above his hip, was a script that Dean had caught sight of a few times when Castiel had happened to take his shirt off in front of him, but he still wasn’t sure what it said - it clearly wasn’t English, but also wasn’t any language he recognized. It looked about how Dean felt whenever he managed to catch a glimpse of Castiel shirtless.

He had a small mountain range tattooed on the side of one of his feet - and whenever he was asked about it, would always take the time to explain how it symbolized him metaphorically climbing mountains.

There was a length of rope, tattooed to wrap around his left calf and create a noose around his ankle - it apparently had a symbolic tarot meaning to him.

Castiel also had a small feather inked into the space behind his ear, accented with shades of purple and white, that would catch anyone’s attention if he turned his head at the right angle.

Yes, all of these tattoos Dean had memorized.

Which was why he was pretty damn sure Castiel had a new one.

“Is that -” Dean gestured towards his roommate’s neck after grabbing a beer from the fridge, waiting for Castiel to look up from his book so that he could point out the the inked lines that were currently poking out from under the neckline of his black t-shirt. “Cas, hey. Cas?”

Dean frowned, realizing that Castiel was currently tapping his fingers and nodding his head, then saw the earbuds sticking out of his ears. Dean rolled his eyes and ripped a page from the notebook they usually kept on the counter, crumpled it up into a ball, and chucked it at Castiel - grinning when it hit square in the middle of his forehead.

Castiel looked up, rubbing at where Dean’s projectile had landed, and took one earbud out of his ear. He squinted over at Dean.

“Yes? Can I help you?” he asked, his hair - the top of which had recently been dyed from purple to blue - falling in his face before he brushed it back.

“Did you get some new ink?” Dean asked, pointing at the the tattoo on Cas’ collarbone that he could only partly see.

Castiel glanced down and nodded, pulling the collar of his shirt down, until Dean could see the words ‘La Vie a Plus’ written in a cursive scrawl along underside of his collarbone.

“Last week,” Castiel said, tilting his head in the opposite direction so Dean could get a better view. “Not my usual, but I like it.”

Dean raised an eyebrow as he took a swig of his beer.

“What’s it mean?”

Castiel let the collar of his shirt go and patted his collarbone once, before turning back to snap his book closed.

“Life has more.”

Dean set the bottle down and waited for an explanation, but Castiel didn’t seem to want to elaborate. He sighed and leaned against the counter.

“More what?”

Castiel shrugged and shoved the book back into his bag, as if the words he’d had embedded into his flesh for the rest of his life weren’t all that important.

“More everything, I guess. Depends on the situation.”

Dean finished off his drink and almost rolled his eyes again.

“So, why the French?”

“I’m an art major, Dean. English isn’t nearly pretentious enough,” he said, standing up with a smirk. “Anyway, I’ve got to go finish a project with Meg. I’ll be back in the morning.”

“The morning?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The morning. It’s going to be a long one.”

Castiel pulled the strap over his shoulder and waved as he put the earbud back in place.

“Use protection,” Dean mumbled when he knew Castiel wouldn’t be able to hear him. He sighed and flopped down onto their overstuffed couch, turning on the television to drown out all of the jealous thoughts that crept their way into his mind on nights like these.

Just once, he wanted to the be one that Castiel had ‘study nights’ with - wanted to hold him close in his arms, and trace his way across every art piece Cas had preserved in his skin.

Dean grunted and hugged a pillow close to his chest.

What did he have to go and fall in love with his roommate for?

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Surprise Gift // Logan Paul

Summary: The main reason of how you meet your fiancé Logan Paul was directly caused by the Why Don’t We boys and so for your first dance as a married couple he surprises you. The boys perform the song that brought you together and he explains how it happened.

Characters: Reader x Logan Paul, Jake Paul, Pam Paul, Greg Paul, Ayla Woodruff, Mark Dohner, and the Why Don’t We boys.

Words: 1920

Disclaimer: I do not own and images, gifs, songs, videos or the characters protrayed in this. Nor have I ever with previous fics.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff and Jake Paul (yes that’s a warning cuz he can be a hella rude ass)

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This could quite frankly be the worse writing I’ve done so far. I love the idea but I’m sad it’s shitty.


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Originally posted by buffcontrol

If you had thought you would be marrying a well known YouTuber you would have laughed, you would have been laughing hysterically if you had been told it would be Logan Paul. He was one of the least serious guys you had ever known but at the same time he was the most serious guy. It was a strange piece of information that even after years of dating you couldn’t get used to it.

“Babe? Do you know where my charger is?” Logan yelled from the kitchen.

“You haven’t unpacked from the trip to Ohio so I would say it’s in the bag somewhere.” You called back from the open planner in front of you.

For the last five months you had been pouring yourself into planning the wedding with the help of Pam of course. This weekend however she was spending time with her other son Jake given that he hadn’t been able to make it to Ohio is the last two months.

“Oh thanks!” He called back as he came into the room, “Oh wedding planning.”

“We are not using your purple car as the centre piece. You pushed your luck when you used it as the centre piece at the engagement party.” You said pointing your pencil at your fiancé’s face.

“That was cool! It symbolized the Logang!” He groaned.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any spideychelle & avengers team headcanons?? thanks <3

yes okay let’s go

-just in general, tony and michelle do. not. get. along.
-like tony doesn’t trust her dating peter, because he is obviously a protective dad, and whenever he sees them together he makes some comment about michelle
-and one time it gets aggressive when tony and pepper come to their monthly dinner at aunt may’s and michelle is THERE??
-tony is offended that peter told michelle all about being spiderman and showing her the suit, and michelle keeps criticizing tony’s coding because like, a fifteen year old cracked it in five minutes wtf
-and tony insults her hair or her clothes or something really petty (and pepper is Mad) and instead of yelling back, michelle says something really existential that literally makes tony question his identity and purpose on earth
-and then they actually start forming a good bond after that and they tease peter together and it’s all good
(-the avengers actually bring michelle in when they’re prepping to fight thanos because she’s almost as existentially manipulative as the reality stone)
-michelle lowkey gets tony’s number from peter’s phone and texts one day to ask him if he’d maybe be chill with her marrying peter and maybe he would come to the wedding and stuff no pressure
-and that’s when tony really goes head over heels for this tiny nerd child, and he finances the whole wedding and crashes the reception to have a dance with michelle

-michelle also does not like steve at all (which helps win over tony’s affection too)
-he’s just too patriotic, and he’s gotta be hiding something, and what the hell is that beard even?? the human embodiment of american capitalism
-peter is so embarrassed when he first introduces michelle to the literal legend captain america, bc she immediately starts questioning him about the sokovia accords and bucky barnes and so many other things
-but one night when peter’s in the med bay at avengers hq, and michelle’s making nutella toast at 2 am as you do, steve walks in to grab a mug of chamomile tea
-and michelle asks if that helps him sleep, because her mom always gave her chamomile, and steve admits that it’s his go-to whenever nightmares keep him up
-and at first michelle is like pfft what nightmares, but steve starts talking about peggy and michelle is ENTHRALLED
-when peter wakes up from anesthetics michelle tells him she NEEDS access to the avengers library so that she can read up on agent carter
-and peter notices that she starts wearing this red lipstick that peggy was known to wear and curling her hair and listening to jazz and stuff and she is so darn cute that he can’t refuse when steve wants to teach them how to swing dance

-so michelle was like completely in love with nat for most of her junior high experience, and still kinda crushes on her hard
-so when nat casually decides to accompany peter and michelle on a sci fi movie date, michelle cannot. relax.
-peter tries to put his arm around her and she jumps, and they spend most of the movie in awkward confused silence
-after nat leaves, peter asks what happened and michelle tries to play it off as her being starstruck because she isn’t technically out to peter yet
-peter isn’t really buying it, but he doesn’t push
-and literally, on the train ride back, michelle starts rambling about how pretty girls are, and she can’t get all the way to the point, but peter is like, “it’s chill, dude, i crushed on hawkeye for most of freshman year”
-at some point michelle is eating cereal with peter and nat and she’s also reading some russian novel and natasha is like “hey!! i love that book!” and michelle and her form a small book club, which peter tries to keep up with but they ‘read too fast’

-ok so peter and michelle actually met bruce at the same time
-and like, they’ve studied his stuff in school, and one of their dates was legitimately to the library to research dr. banner’s ultron solution
-so when he waltzes by them while they’re in the courtyard one day, they both have to stop and breath heavily for a few minutes
-and they ask tony to introduce them and peter tries to ask a bunch of questions about the other guy like “can you drink caffeinated things?? what’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep? what kind of meditation have you tried?”
-michelle is so done with him and she elbows him in the side when it’s obvious that bruce is uncomfortable
-michelle insists that they call ned and soon half of the ac dec team is there to listen to bruce talk science
-after some conversation there’s a total nerd sesh and all of them stay in the lab for like six hours straight working on the webbing formula

-again, peter didn’t meet thor before michelle did
-actually michelle met thor first because he took the last pop tart and she started yelling at him before she realized who he was
-and she got a little shy and embarrassed and walked quickly out of the dining room to find peter and yell at him for not telling her that thor was in hq
-and peter was like “thor’s in hq?!! omg man we have to go find him!”
-thor is initially confused by the tiny humans, but later he sees peter crawling around on the ceiling and lifting michelle around and it clicks that peter is spiderman
-but he also thinks that michelle is powered somehow
-so one day when michelle and peter are out in the courtyard reading, thor joins them all happy and grinning, and he just throws michelle like fifty in the air, hoping to figure out what her power is
-and peter freaks the F out on thor, who he has never actually had a conversation with before, and demands that thor do something, and he catches little mortal michelle in his ginormous arms and apologizes
-later in the night he comes to peter’s room with a bouquet of flowers and a box of pop tarts for michelle, and he awkwardly apologizes again for assuming she was also powered
-michelle plays it off, and says it’s okay as long as she can try to lift mjolnir and thor laughs and grabs the hammer and they make a night of trying to use physics to lift it (can she push it up a ramp?? let’s calculate the amount of jerk force needed to knock it over)
-peter asks thor to toss it and is able to web it and stick it to the ceiling, and everyone debates about whether or not that makes peter worthy

-so michelle is weirdly good at archery?
-peter had no idea but apparently the only other club she did besides academic decathlon was archery club
-???? who knew
-so one day peter, ned, and michelle are walking around hq and they find clint’s shooting range and bows and michelle just walks up, notches an arrow, and hits the bullseye in like twenty seconds
-peter and ned are shook
-they spend an hour interrogating her about it and asking her to shoot more arrows into specific spots and try a moving target and everything, she’s just really good at it
-so nat walks by and sees her do it, and woah she’s gotta show clint this one
-clint happens to be on base that day and he and michelle geek out about bow styles and high school competitions and stuff
-michelle knows asl too so they also geek out about that
-clint and michelle get pretty close and when clint needs babysitters, he calls peter and michelle and they play family for a night or two
-ned also comes, and he usually brings like three or four lego sets

-peter and scott like to tease each other, and michelle picks up on this pretty quick, and joins scott in pulling stupid pranks on peter
-they put a bunch of plastic spiders in his favorite cereal, and shrink his soap and shampoo and stuff, and one day peter walks into the courtyard to find his little avengers action figures are now fifty feet tall and also missing limbs
-t r a g i c
-peter decides to retaliate and now scott’s underwear is webbed up all around hq
-he can’t figure out how to prank michelle, though, because the only physical thing she cares about is books, and he’s not about to ruin her books because she’d literally kill him
-so instead he tries to engage her in deep literary discussions about the twilight series and poorly written stucky fanfiction
-and the pranks suddenly stop

-rhodey is so done with all these damn kids on base
-like tony and scott were bad enough, and now Actual teenagers? god help his soul
-and when he first meets michelle and ned, he expects total immaturity, so he’s surprised when they start talking about a robotics class project where they created prosthetic limbs
-and then someone mentions the sats coming up and rhodey is like hey! i got a perfect score on those!
-and the kids beg for study tips and tricks, and he ends up holding a mini tutoring session for them every saturday during lunch, because they pick it up so fast that it’s actually really exciting
-and rhodey chills with them at aunt may’s apartment the day that scores are released because he’s so proud of his students
-none of them get perfect scores, but they’re all in the 1500s which is great!!
-he treats everyone to chinese food and ice cream

-for some reason, sam just hates peter’s guts
-this kid can not legally drive a car but he’s out here training like he’s gonna single-handedly start and end world war three
-and he doesn’t like peter’s pretentious, weird girlfriend either
-and nothing changes that
-though he does secretly wish that one day he’ll have kids as smart and dedicated as peter and michelle

-bucky doesn’t say much, and peter doesn’t really question him about it, but michelle bonds with him right away
-they’re like the loner duo. michelle shares old books with him and bucky shares old music with her.
-one day they just show up with matching tattoos of the New York skyline
-peter is slightly jealous and mostly confused because he’s pretty sure they’ve never had an actual conversation
-he just lets it be though, because michelle can be friends with whoever she wants, and she usually picks good ones

-so wanda is hesitant to have another young person on base, because she doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt
-but her room is right by peter’s and peter always has friends over, and sometimes she listens to their conversations and laughs at their inside jokes and gosh, she wishes that she and pietro would have had a childhood like that
-so one day she joins peter and his friends and it feels like she has a younger brother in him
-and though michelle is pretty guarded, wanda can sense that she has a big heart and they get closer throughout a few months and wanda actually helps michelle get ready for senior prom
-they both agree that beauty standards suck, and that michelle should wear what she wants and do everything how she wants
-but michelle wants the whole hollywood effect so she gets the ballgown and the hairstyling and the face of makeup, all done by wanda maximoff, expert at all ‘girl stuff’
-AND peter sets up wanda with ned for prom (mostly to make betty jealous) and flash and every other guy at senior prom is blown away
-wanda is such a good sport about it too, coming up with a fake story of how ned and her met and making up a fake identity as a model to impress everyone even more
-everyone loves wanda maximoff

-let me tell you
-michelle is also obsessed with black panther, and when they meet she cannot get a word out
-until he mentions the political situation in wakanda and the economic exploitation of his people’s land and michelle is all. over. it.
-she’s gone to protests with peter and ned before, but they don’t Get It as much as t'challa does
-yeah so they’re protest buddies and she accompanies him on all his dignitary duties and she loves it
-peter also comes, but he usually zones out unless someone asks him a question
-at some point people start mistaking michelle for the princess of wakanda and she does not correct them

÷ Sentence Starters
  • "I was born inside a small town."
  • "Friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride."
  • "And when the world's against me, is when I really come alive."
  • "I need to get in the right mind and clear myself up."
  • "I look in the mirror, questioning what I've become."
  • "I'm well aware of certain things that can destroy a man like me."
  • "I am happy on my own so here I'll stay."
  • "I used to think that nothing could be better than touring the world with my songs."
  • "I chased the picture perfect life, I think they painted it wrong."
  • "I think that money is the route of all evil, and fame is hell."
  • "Ain't nobody want to see you down in the dumps."
  • "You're living your dream and this should be fun."
  • "I beg you don't be disappointed with the man I've become."
  • "I guess you know I've been away."
  • "Where I'm heading, who knows?"
  • "My heart will stay the same."
  • "I was younger then."
  • "I found my heart and broke it here."
  • "I can't wait to go home."
  • "I miss the way you make me feel."
  • "We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill."
  • "Had my first kiss on a Friday night... I don't reckon I did it right."
  • "Maybe I came on too strong."
  • "Maybe I waited too long."
  • "Maybe I played my cards wrong."
  • "Baby I apologise for it."
  • "I've been known to give my all."
  • "Don't call me baby unless you mean it."
  • "Don't tell me you need me if you don't believe it."
  • "So let me know the truth before I dive right into you."
  • "You're a mystery."
  • "I have traveled the world and there's no other girl like you."
  • "What's your history?"
  • "Do you have a tendency to lead some people on? 'Cause I heard you do."
  • "The club isn't the best place to find a lover."
  • "Girl, you know I want your love."
  • "Your love was handmade for somebody like me."
  • "I may be crazy, don't mind me."
  • "Boy, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me."
  • "I'm in love with the shape of you."
  • "We push and pull like a magnet do."
  • "I'm in love with your body."
  • "Now my bedsheets smell like you."
  • "Although my heart is falling, too, I'm in love with your body."
  • "I never knew you were the someone waiting for me."
  • "We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was."
  • "I will not give you up this time."
  • "Darling, just kiss me slow."
  • "Darling, you look perfect tonight."
  • "Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know."
  • "She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home."
  • "We are still kids, but we're so in love."
  • "I know we'll be alright this time."
  • "Be my girl, I'll be your man."
  • "I see my future in your eyes."
  • "I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight."
  • "I know I have met an angel in person."
  • "You look perfect tonight."
  • "Baby, I just want to dance."
  • "She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar."
  • "You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool."
  • "She kissed me like there was nobody else in the room."
  • "I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine."
  • "I swear I'm going to put you in a song that I write."
  • "You look happier."
  • "I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours."
  • "Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain't nobody love you like I do."
  • "Promise that I will not take it personal if you're moving on with someone new."
  • "You look happier, you do, my friends told me one day I'll feel it, too."
  • "I'll smile to hide the truth, but I know I was happier with you."
  • "Everything's reminding me of you."
  • "You're happier, aren't you?"
  • "I know that there's others that deserve you, but my darling, I am still in love with you."
  • "I know I was happier with you."
  • "I knew one day you'd fall for someone new."
  • "If he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that I'll be waiting here for you."
  • "Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means."
  • "But I heard he makes you happy so that's fine by me."
  • "I'm just keeping it real."
  • "I'll be trying not to double tap, from way back, cause I know that's where the trouble's at."
  • "Let me remind you of the days when you used to hold my hand and when we sipped champagne."
  • "I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn't superman, just a young boy trying to be loved."
  • "If it was meant to be, you wouldn't be calling me up trying to fuck."
  • "I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me."
  • "I know you're missing all this kind of love."
  • "In the back of the club kissing a boy that ain't him."
  • "You're still a young girl trying to be loved."
  • "When you're with him I know you're lonely."
  • "Please, remember you're still free, to make the choice and leave."
  • "She is the sweetest thing that I know."
  • "You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low."
  • "Oh we're in love, aren't we?"
  • "I feel safe when you're holding me near."
  • "Love the way that you conquer your fear."
  • "You know hearts don't break around here."
  • "Spent my summer time beside her, and the rest of the year the same."
  • "She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home."
  • "I'm not scared of passing over or the thought of growing old, because from now until I go, every night I'll kiss you."
  • "We could change this whole world with a piano."
  • "I'm just a boy with a one-man show."
  • "Love could change the world in a moment."
  • "The revolution's coming, it's a minute away."
  • "I know, I'm all for people following their dreams."
  • "The future's in the hands of you and me."
  • "You are the one, girl."
  • "How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?"
  • "So tell me that you love me, too."
  • "We were sat upon our best friend's roof, I had both of my arms round you, watching the sunrise replace the moon."
  • "We were sitting in a parked car, stealing kisses in the front yard."
  • "I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up."
  • "A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved."
  • "I hope that I see the world as you did."
  • "A life with love is a life that's been lived."
  • "I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine."
  • "We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright."
  • "You're like something that God has sent me."
  • "I lost my shoes last night, I don't know where I put my keys."
  • "I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time."
  • "My heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now."
  • "Always say what's on your mind."
  • "I was twenty four years old when I met the woman I would call my own."
  • "Her daddy said, 'No, you can't marry my daughter.'"
  • "I'm gonna marry the woman I love."
  • "Never had I seen such beauty before."
  • "I never worried about the king and crown."
  • "I gave all my oxygen to people that could breath."
  • "I gave away my money and now we don't even speak."
  • "I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same for me."
  • "Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels."
  • "I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills."
  • "All the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf."
  • "So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "I'm here again, between the devil and the danger."
  • "Before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "Before I love someone else, I've got to love myself."

anonymous asked:

My mental health has been taking a steady dive the past few months, and there are honestly times I would just like to yell at everything in my head to be quiet. Except it doesn't work. Anyways, Anabasis is really, really cathartic for me and I was wondering if you could post anything from it? I don't care what, since literally everything you write for this 'verse does the trick.

Hey anon, I’m really sorry for the week-long wait, and I hope you’ve been coping okay. Writing Anabasis is pretty cathartic for me, so I’m glad it’s good for other people, too.

I really wanted to finish up this section so I could post it for you - hope you like it! This snippet follows immediately after the last snippet I posted. (So I think this marks the first time I’ve posted two bits that actually connect!) It also makes reference to this snippet.

In which Anakin explains his new tattoo, Padmé learns she was baby Vader’s secret hero, and Orn Free Taa should probably start running.

Warnings for discussion of slavery, references to Anakin’s transmitter explosion, and very oblique references to conditioning and abuse of children.

All of that said, this is actually a pretty happy snippet.

They talked in circles for another two hours, and by the time Padmé saw her guests out, very little had changed. Taa and his cronies remained unmoved, and still planned to bring their bill to a vote, in spite of their demonstrated inability to defend it with anything other than easily debunked talking points. She was still less confident than she’d like to be that they would fail. But at least they now seemed more sullen than smug. And they’d kept glancing nervously at Anakin and then away.

He’d joined their meeting ostensibly as an unofficial representative of the Outer Rim Territories, but he’d referred more often to Imperial policies than to Tatooine. As political tactics went, it was both transparent and stunningly effective.

And Padmé would be lying if she said she hadn’t enjoyed watching it play out.

So she was more than a little surprised when, after the last of her guests had gone, Anakin turned to her with a set jaw and shuttered eyes and snapped, “I’m not going to apologize.”

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koscatko  asked:

Well hello hello, welcome back, now when the inbox is open I'd like to as a scenario how Dazai decides to tell his s/o what's under his bandages and because we still don't know it let's just end it with how he starts unwrapping them good luck 💖💖

ahhhh this has been in my head for so long and I finally got around to it. Thanks for being such a support cute nugget and sorry this took so long! Posting it earlier than Friday just for you <3

{ Drabble }{ Dazai x Reader }{ Fluff || Romance }

 “Gangster tattoos from your Port Mafia days?”

               “No silly!”

               “Are you part skeleton? Do you hide it because you think I won’t sleep with a half man half skeleton?”

               When Dazai laughs it ignites a pool of butterflies lurking in your stomach. His chest rumbles and his eyes fall closed like a small child finding pure bliss in the joke of a friend. Lean arms encircle your waist and tug you flush to his chest. Summer heat cascades glowing strips against the shade of the trees leaving a myriad of golden yellow patterns scattered across the grass. The scent of fresh doriyaki and sweet sake undulates with the scent of blooming pastel flowers. Bees hum as their wings carry them to each succulent bustle of pinks and whites and yellows. A warm breeze shifts Dazai’s bangs from his forehead—you’d always wondered how he dealt with his mop of hair on hot days.
             “Would you still love me if I was part skeleton? ”  

               “Will you just tell me? Or show me? As much as I adore your mummy aesthetic I would like to run my nails up and down every inch of skin rather than what’s left between the bandages. It’s unfair!”

               Dazai sighs and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your knees graze the quilt spread out beneath the shade of a towering tree. ‘The perfect place for a romantic lunch’ Dazai had said after he yanked you from the ADA’s offices right before noon. Despite his off-the wall antics at times Dazai had a talent of setting a remarkably intimate and romantic mood even in a park with fifty other people casually walking beneath the shade of the trees.  Smoother than silk your fingertips dance along the collar of his shirt before flitting down the center of his chest. His vest had been shrugged off with his coat due to the heat—and your insistence; who could deny how good he looked in just a button down?

              Stark white bandages contrast the peachy hue of his skin. Their existence pulls a frown that makes Dazai gasp. Quickly his lips pepper yours with playful kisses until a smile is coaxed over your initial pout. His hands roam up your back and down your arms, tapering little patterns of goosebumps over your skin. Knowing his game of distraction all too well your hands cross against your chest, pout returning to Dazai’s dismay. Another sigh escapes his lips as he glances at you with his own irritation forming above his brows.

               “You’re not going to let his go are you?” Dazai asks quietly before slipping his hands off your arms.

               “I don’t like secrets Dazai. You know this.”

               Dazai eye’s scan your face carefully, as if inscribing each minor detail to his memory. The consistent façade of elated happiness fades and replaces itself with a melancholy softness only you’ve been witness to. When Dazai opens himself he is all or nothing, and right now beneath the warm summer breeze and honey-gold sunlight he is irrevocably transparent. For you—only. One hand cups your cheek and the other reaches for his neck. The white cloth loosens and begins to pool around the base of his neck as he unwinds it.

               “Only for you because it makes you happy.” 

anonymous asked:

Hi i hope you don't mind me asking but could you do a hc where RFA + V and Saeran react to MC having glasses, braces, and ironically tattoos? I love you blog so so much :) -anon with anxiety

I’m glad you enjoy my blog ^_^ I have anxiety too so I know that asking things is scary even on anon sometimes, thanks for your request, hope you like it :) 


  • Loves MC’s appearance so much, it’s such a geeky style, he’s obsessed with it
  • Gushes over MC’s tattoos(he always wanted to get one but was afraid it would hurt too much)
  • He wears glasses too so they could get matching pairs
  • Stylish couple
  • Thinks MC’s braces are cute, especially if they have these colorful rubber bands on them


  • A bit jealous of the tattoos(he wanted to get one during his motorbike years but thought that could interfere with his career)
  • Jokingly asks MC to get his name tattooed on them
  • Albinos usually have bad vision so I think Zen wears contacts(isn’t there this one CG of him wearing glasses though? Guess he just prefers contacts)
  • Doesn’t really have an opinion on the braces but reassures them if they’re self-conscious about them
  • They’re temporary anyways + isn’t it trendy nowadays to have braces?


  • MC tries her glasses on out of curiosity and it turns out Jaehee has perfect vision
  • She likes the fact that MC has braces because kissing feels more interesting to her 
  • Loves MC’s tattoos but a bit concerned if they’re in visible places because they are against dress code in many workplaces


  • Mesmerized by MC’s tattoos
  • Nobody from his social circle has them so he’s very curious
  • Asks a ton of questions
  • “Did it hurt? What’s the meaning behind each one? Are you planning to get more?”
  • Doesn’t mind the braces but if MC is self-conscious about them he offers to change them to those invisible or the ceramic ones
  • Orders a bunch of differently-rimmed glasses to coordinate with MC’s outfits(he loves picking out MC’s outfits as well)


  • It’s canon that he has at least 3 similar, but slightly different pairs of glasses extra af
  • One time he put on MC’s glasses by mistake and thought his eyesight became better because he couldn’t see anything while wearing glasses
  • Jokes about MC being his metal/robotic 606 because of the braces
  • Loves MC’s tattoos(he’d prefer to be the only one who can see them though)


  • Traces over MC’s tattoos and asks to describe each of them to him
  • Only noticed the braces when he and MC were making out because something felt odd
  • Didn’t realize what it was at first but didn’t comment on that anyway
  • MC talked about getting a laser surgery for themselves to convince V to fix eyesight(#makevgeteyesurgery2017)


  • Loves the fact that MC has tattoos
  • They could get some matching ones(edgy, not cheesy)
  • One time he hid Seven’s glasses to get back at him for pulling pranks
  • Turned out it was MC’s glasses
  • Saeran gave them a tub of his favourite ice cream as an apology
  • Loves MC’s braces(hell yeah more metallic accessories)
The Main Event

A Journeyman drabble of chapter 26

Harry didn’t have much experience planning dates. Up until this point he’d been more of a ‘charm a woman during pub night with the lads or on the rarer occasion when he was dragged to a club, go back to her place, have sex, say thanks, and leave’ kind of guy. There were never any expectations or disappointments for any party involved but he still felt pretty shitty afterward.

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This is a tiny little sort of coda to And Shadows Will Fall Behind (strong skinny artist Steve/Winter Soldier Bucky) for @onyourleftbooob. I started writing a quick ‘This is what Bucky ends up doing now that he’s not fighting’ meta and it rapidly spiralled out of control. Oops? (Approx 1900 words)


For the first little while after he officially stopped fighting, it was hard. Bucky’d never spent time doing nothing (his time in SHIELD custody didn’t count; he was barely even Bucky then) and it took time to get used to. Whenever the Avengers hit the news he couldn’t help the tiny pangs of guilt, even though he knew they were irrational.

Steve was good at distracting him, at finding things for him to do. Fred the pink not-a-dog got a blue boyfriend and they acquired a herd of rainbow coloured pups, each of them not-quite-a-dog in different ways.

The plants migrated out of Bucky’s bathroom, to be joined by cousins better suited to the not-so-humid air of the living room, the bedroom, the kitchen, of the hall and the office, until Bucky’s apartment resembled an indoor jungle.

Steve loved it, thought it was beautiful, Bucky knew that. Which was why he was so surprised when Steve stood in the living room, frowning slightly, and asked, “What do you think about losing some of the plants?”

“You don’t like the plants?”

“It’s not that.” Steve braced himself, spine, shoulders, arms uncertain, but his eyes were locked with Bucky’s and they held not an ounce of doubt. “It’s just, I’m not sure there’s room for Mildred.”

Bucky froze, staring at Steve for long seconds, then stood. “You think Mildred wants to move in with me?”

“I think she might,” Steve said. Bucky was walking slowly towards him, a panther’s prowl, face filling up with joy. “I think she might want to be with you all the time. I think she might want to share her life with you, all of it, every bit. Good, bad, everything. And you know how attached couches can get.”

“I do love Mildred.” As Bucky reached him, Steve let his hands rest on Bucky’s chest.

“She loves you, too.”

“There’s one problem, though.” Steve tilted his head, eyebrows raised in question, and Bucky cupped his cheek. “If Mildred moves in, you’d have to come with her.”

Steve’s smile was pure sunshine, golden and bright, and Bucky held him tight, warmth rolling through him. “I think I could manage that.”

Mildred took pride of place in all her hideous glory, but Steve brought his paintings, his books, his photos, a few pieces of furniture. Together they rearranged the apartment and Bucky redesigned his jungle, new pots, new shelves, hung some from the ceiling, and Bucky’s apartment became their apartment, a reflection of them both.

*   *   *

One day Steve came home from the studio to find Bucky rearranging his jungle, a tiny waterfall having appeared at the end of a shelf, and he stopped dead. The apartment was beautiful, the plants filling it were gorgeous, each one perfectly placed, it was art, the way Bucky put them together, and they were happy, healthy, thriving.



“Why not do this?”

It took Bucky a minute to get what Steve was talking about, and when he did, he shrugged it off. But the idea took root, growing slowly, until he was enamoured with it. With the idea of bringing growing things, living things, into indoor spaces, into tiny places, of bringing them to people with nothing green.

“Do you think I could?” he asked a week or so later.

“Yeah, Bucky. You could. This is amazing, what you’ve done in our place. And I’ll help you as much as you need.”

It didn’t turn out to be all that much. Bucky had a gift for seeing how things fit into a space, for perspective and lines of sight. Mostly Steve ended up watching, offering a suggestion here or there, about colours and shapes, as Bucky put together a portfolio of sorts. If he was going to convince anyone he could create them an indoor garden, he’d need something to show them.

“That, and make sure I keep this hidden.” He tapped his metal arm, making it ring, a faint shadow sliding into his eyes. Steve pulled him close and kissed him. He knew how Bucky felt about the fear he was so sure his arm caused. Steve wasn’t sure Bucky was right about the fear, but he knew Bucky would never let the gleaming metal show. So Steve kissed him again, and again, and kept kissing him until the shadow faded and Bucky was smiling again.

*   *   *

Steve got the idea flipping through a magazine someone had left in the kitchen at the studio. It had an article on tattooing: blackwork, traditional, watercolour, and an interview with a tattooist who specialised in turning mastectomy scars into works of art, into flowers and fruit, into birds and blossoms.

Bucky’s metal arm was simply Bucky’s arm to Steve, an indelible mark of what HYDRA had done to him, yes, but still his arm. For Bucky he knew it was a scar, a brand, forever marking him as something to be feared.

The idea wouldn’t let him go.

It would take more than normal paint, because the arm had to move, flex, each plate shifting like a muscle, and nothing he had, nothing he knew of, would do. 

He went to Stark. Not directly; he called on the Black Widow, except she’d commissioned her painting so she was Natasha and also willing to help. Stark hmm’d and haw’d and conferred with Bruce; eventually they decided on the same paint Stark used on his suits with a couple of tweaks, an additive or two, to make it dry fast and go on smooth with a brush. To let it stay on through almost anything Bucky could throw at it.

“As many colours as you want, as much as you want, just let JARVIS know.” Steve hadn’t been sure he was going to like Stark—too loud, too brash, everything he did too much of a performance—but for that? Yeah, he could learn. For that, he wanted to.

*   *   *

He broached the subject one night when they were lying in bed, Steve running his fingers over Bucky’s metal arm, slowly tracing the edge of each plate, imagining how it would look vibrant with colour. “I know you worry about people seeing it, about how you think they’ll react.”

“How I know they’ll react,” Bucky interjected, but he didn’t sound upset, just…matter-of-fact. That was worse, tugging at the space in Steve’s heart that belonged to Bucky.

He pressed a swift kiss against the metal. “You know I love all of you, every bit of you.”

Bucky smiled softly. “I know.”

“So you know this offer is for you, not me.” Bucky looked at him questioningly and Steve drew his fingers in swoops from Bucky’s shoulder to his elbow. “I can paint it, turn it into something else, something new.” Bucky stilled, gaze dropping to his arm, and Steve wrapped his hand around it. “I read about this tattooist, he covers scars, turns them into these incredible pieces, into symbols of strength, into something beautiful.” He kissed Bucky’s arm again, kissed his shoulder, the metal cool against his lips. “I can’t tattoo your arm, but I can paint it, I can make it into something you choose, something that’s yours.”

Bucky was quiet for a long time. Steve didn’t try and talk, didn’t interrupt his silence, just nudged his way under Bucky’s arm to curl into his side and rested his head over Bucky’s heart, listening to it beat.

“What were you thinking?” Bucky finally asked.

“Anything you want.”

There was almost a laugh in Bucky’s voice: warm, affectionate, brimming with love. “I know you’ve got something in mind.”

A beat, then Steve admitted, “I might.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, metal fingers sliding through Steve’s. “Tell me.”

And so Steve described what he saw when he closed his eyes, his hand sketching pictures in the air: green growing things and pale flowers, sunlight and curling vines, picked out like stained glass, each plate its own individual painting, coming together to create a perfect whole.

“Yes.” Bucky’s voice was faint and Steve shifted so he could see his face. It was filled with wonder. “Yes,” he said again, firmer, stronger, catching Steve’s chin in his metal hand, tilting it up to kiss him, long and slow and deep, until Steve’s breathing was ragged, fingers digging into Bucky’s skin. “Yes. Make me something new.”

*   *   *

Steve mapped Bucky’s arm. His heart wanted to lay Bucky down on the floor and wield his brush, to simply paint whatever came to him. But he couldn’t do that. He needed to be precise. Exact. Each plate had to be painted individually or the whole thing would come apart the first time Bucky moved it. And so he mapped Bucky’s arm and created a template with each plate outlined, JARVIS proving surprisingly helpful for more than just paint.

When he asked Bucky to help design it, he smiled, kissed the top of Steve’s head, said, “I trust you,” and left it in Steve’s hands.

It was simultaneously the best and scariest moment of his life.

*   *   *

When he was ready to start, he did lay Bucky down on the floor. But first he put down a plastic sheet and Mildred’s cushions and a soft blanket, and got Bucky settled, then taped more plastic to his skin, right where the metal joined flesh, covering Bucky and blanket and cushions. He needed Bucky to be comfortable, but he didn’t want fluff in his paint.

Steve worked through the day, moving Bucky, rearranging him as needed, hyper-focused, intent; Bucky was patient, watching him, and never asked to see. Steve was aching, spine and hips and shoulders screaming protest by the time he was done, but he managed it in a single endless session.

When he was finished the silver gleam of Bucky’s metal arm was almost completely gone. In its place was a cascade of stained glass, each plate an integral part of the whole, shades of Mucha in the delicate grace of the shapes, but the colours were bold: a golden sun rising over Bucky’s shoulder, the rays trailing back to meet the ropes of scarring. Vines and leaves in a dozen shades of green, dappled by light and shadow, twisted down his arm, broken by the pink tinged yellow-cream of lush peace roses. Only Bucky’s fingers were still silver, and a coil of green curled over his knuckles.

*   *   *

Steve stood with Bucky in the bathroom, where he’d first seen Bucky’s scars, and waited. Waited while Bucky stared at his arm in the mirror, at the colours, at the sun and the plants and the roses. Bucky touched his shoulder, tracing the rays of the sun, voice brimming with warmth as he murmured, “Angry brave sunshine.” He met Steve’s eyes. “So I’m always gonna have you with me?” Before Steve could reply, Bucky raised his metal fingers, tilting his hand back and forth, staring at the rose wrapped around his wrist, the green vine curled around his knuckles, at the leaves and dappled light, then he cupped Steve’s cheek, cradling his face. “I never thought I could look at it and see something beautiful.”

Steve leaned into Bucky’s hand. He felt almost weightless; exhausted, hurting, but it was distant, unreal, Bucky’s touch keeping him from floating away. “Something that’s yours.”

“Yeah, Steve.” Bucky’s voice was deep, rich, resonant with emotions too powerful for words. “Something that’s mine.” He kissed Steve’s forehead and pulled him close, and Steve sighed into Bucky’s chest, Bucky’s skin warm under his cheek. “I love you.”

Things were fading. Bucky was happy, he was happy, he’d given Bucky something good, and now he could let go. He snuggled closer, eyes drifting shut, knowing Bucky would take care of things from here. “I love you, too.”


Title: NA Attendee

Character: Charlie Peters

TV: Shameless

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

°Charlie Peters falls for a NA attendee who hasn’t been on drugs. Maybe smut.

Charlie Peters watched as Y/N Kline filled the coffee and snack station. She did it routinely every week, making sure that everyone had their favorites.

Sometimes she even baked. Let’s just say that those were his favorites. The woman certainly knew her way around a kitchen.

When he first met Y/N, he was dumbfounded as to why she was attending NA meetings without ever having taken drugs.

When she tearfully introduced herself, talking about how she lost her cousin to drugs, his heart broke and slowly, but surely she worked her way through his wall without even realizing it.

Taking his hat off his head, he shoved it into his jacket pocket and approached Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N,”

She stood from her squatted position and smiled brightly at him, “Hey Charlie!”

Coming around the table, she gave him a big old hug, kissing his cheek.

Charlie loved the smell of her, cashmere and fresh laundry.

“How are you?” she asked, setting out some Styrofoam cups.

Charlie shrugged a shoulder, “Not too bad. Restaurant is keeping me busy.”

“I’ll have to stop by and see you, Charlie,” Y/N smiled.

Charlie ran a hand over his jaw, “I’d like that,”

Freddy, a new member and a worn out user, came up to the station, shaking uncontrollably.

“You alright Fred?” Y/N asked.

He grumbled, sneering at Y/N, “Mind your own business ya damn cunt!”


“Watch it Fred!” Charlie stood at his full height, balling up his fists.

“Fred, I have to call your parole officer,” Y/N said, sternly.

Fred, threw his coffee down, his eyes wild, “You goddman narc, I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Fred grabbed Y/N before Charlie could reach her and slapped her full force.

Charlie saw red as Y/N’s head snapped to the side. With a swift kick, Y/N got Fred in the gut, sending him right into Charlie’s grip.

One of the others must have called the cops, seeing as one was running into the church, his gun drawn.

Everything stopped and Freddy was handed over to the police.

Y/N was nowhere to be found once the statements were taken. Charlie wanted to check on her, but this needed to be addressed with group.

He sighed as he sat down in his chair. He’d just have to search for her later.
The second he stepped foot into the restaurant, Minnie, a young waitress and ex-junkie ran right into him.

“Woah, you alright Min?”

She nodded, looking back at her tables, “Yeah. Listen, there’s someone waiting to see you in your office.”

Charlie’s brows furrowed, “Okay, thanks,”

Heading straight to his office, he opened the door to see Y/N sitting in his chair. She stood the second he came in.

“Hey,” she greeted.

He squinted, seeing the angry red and purple mark on her cheek. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he walked to her, his long fingers lightly touching her bruised cheek.

“That son of a bitch,” he said, his voice deep.

“Charlie, I’m-” Y/N paused when her eyes stared into his.

Running his index finger down her cheek, he used the single digit to tip her chin up. Her cheeks reddened as she looked down at his mouth.

She rolled her lips, right before Charlie kissed her.

The kiss was light, barely even there, but it was enough to awaken something primal from deep within him.

He pulled back and they stared at each other for a split second before Y/N pulled his lips back to hers.

Charlie moaned, their kisses urgent with need. He walked Y/N backwards until her bottom bumped his desk.

The table was at a perfect height that it wouldn’t take much maneuvering to get situated.

The second that she rolled her hips against his erection was when he was ready to throw in the towel.

Without any prompting, Y/N began to unbuckle and unbutton his jeans.

“You don’t -” he started, but his words were cut short when her warm hand wrapped around his length.

“Uhhh, fuck,” Charlie moaned, putting his forehead on her shoulder.

Her breathy chuckle had him looking up at her. Charlie reached for her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down her hips.

Y/N wiggled her legs and feet, getting her shoes and socks off at the same time as her jeans.

“Give me a lift?” she asked on a whisper.

Cupping her ass, Charlie lifted her, sitting her rear down on the edge of the desk.

He couldn’t think straight as she kept pumping his hardness with soft but firm strokes.


Propping her leg up on the arm of his chair that was to the right of him, she wrapped her other leg around him, guiding him to her center.

She guided the tip of over her wet folds and he was done for. His body was shaking and a sweat was breaking out at his hairline.

When she slid the helmet of his length into her entrance, the sound of him sinking into her and her gasp nearly had him coming hard.

“Oh my god… Charlie…” Y/N moaned, rocking her hips against him.

He growled as he took her lips in a harsh but delicious kiss. Pushing his hips forward, he was fully engulfed by her warm, wet center.

There was no need for quick snaps of the hips, no harsh thrusting or even dirty words exchanged to get them to the point of no return.

Just simply rocking against one another, her tight walls cradling his hardness and her depths filled to the brim of his manhood.

He pulled her closer, letting her roll her hips and her clit finding friction against him. He was so close and could feel her heavy pants as she neared.

Y/N kissed her way to the scorpion tattoo on his neck and he nearly froze. It was a reminder of his stupid, drug filled years and now was most definitely not the time to be reminded of it.

Y/N did something that no other woman had even fathomed of doing. She ran the tip of her wet tongue over the tattoo, tracing the outline of the tip of the tail.

When she gave a nip and kissed it loudly, Charlie came hard, shouting out a groan as he rolled his hips against her.

“Charlie, don’t stop, please!” Y/N begged.

As his orgasm continued, he reached down and applied a slight pressure to her bundle of nerves.

“Uh, holy-” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as her body went taut with extreme pleasure.

Charlie held Y/N to him, gathering her up when her body went limp after her orgasm.

She weakly held onto him, pulling back slightly to give him a content smile.

Charlie’s chest moved with quick breaths as he placed some wild, loose hairs behind her ears.

“That was the most intense orgasm ever,” she said in awe.

Charlie chuckled, accepting the kiss that she was offering him.

“You don't…?”

She shook her head, running her fingers through his hair, “Most definitely do not, Charlie.”


Anthem for the Broken

Regulus Black x Reader

Requested plot: Imagine the reader as close with the Marauders, but she falls for Regulus. 

Word count: 2698
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable.
Warning: It takes a dark turn, sorry. 

“I’m not helping you! I’ve told you at least a hundred times, James, if you mention pranking around me, I’ll hex you!” (Y/N) explained, waving her wand in front of her friend.

“I know, but we could use for an extra pair of strong hands, it’s going to be a fun prank, promise,” James replied, grinning at her.

“No, that’s my final answer,” (Y/N) shook her head. She had sworn never to help them, no matter how much they wanted her help. She was a prefect, and McGonagall had let it slip that if she kept her perfect record and grades, she would most likely beat Lily Evans to Head Girl title.

“But (Y/N),” James complained, “We can’t do it without you!” he sat down next to her on the couch, “we need you!” he put his arm around her, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.

Before she could answer him, Sirius and Peter came down from the boys’ dormitories with two large cardboard boxes.

“Ah, (Y/N), I’m glad to see you finally let go of your goody-two-shoe façade, I always knew there was something interesting about you, something beneath what meets the eye of course,” he winked at her, almost dropping the cardboard box.

“I’m not,” (Y/N) snapped annoyed, “And I’m not a goody-two-shoe,” she rolled her eyes.

Sirius shrugged, smirking at the girl.

Remus entered the Common Room, a ghost of a smile covered his lips, “If she doesn’t want to help, let her be, Sirius,” Remus sighed.

“What are you even planning on doing in the middle of the night?” she asked, getting up from the couch, “And what the hell is that?” she pointed to the boxes in Peter and Sirius’ hands.

“Well, since you’re not in on the prank, we can’t really tell you, (Y/N).”

“Okay, fine,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“But if you insist on knowing,” Sirius smirked, “they are Pogrebins, tiny once.”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes, “Why on earth do you have Pogrebins in boxes? Are you out of your minds?”

“No,” James laughed, “We’re creating a challenge for the students at Hogwarts, they need to test out their duelling skills,” James told her.

“And you think the best way to test their duelling skills is to try and kill them?” (Y/N) asked, looking accusingly at Remus.

“I’ve tried to stop them, but they’re not changing their minds,” he explained.

“It’s better that Remus is with us, so he can sort things out if we mess up,” Peter told her.

“And, he secretly wants to fight Pogrebins too,” Sirius smirked.

“Not really,” Remus replied, “I just don’t want to see you three kicked out of school,” he sighed.

(Y/N) shook her head, “I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” she closed her eyes, opening the portrait door.

The four boys looked at her with confused expressions, “So? Are you coming or not?” she asked, rolling her eyes.


The four boys had explained that they had set up a cage for the four Pogrebins, and (Y/N) was to let them out when James gave her the signal; the Patronus charm.

(Y/N) didn’t know why she was helping them, a tiny part of her secretly wanted to do something bad, but she would never admit that to any of the four Marauders.

She stood a few feet away from the Forbidden Forest, watching the four Pogrebins frantically trying to get out of their cages.

James was still at Hogwarts, under his Invisibility Cloak, keeping an eye on Filch.

James’ Patronus came flying towards her from the castle, silvery-blue and beautiful.

“Okay, just open the cage, stun them, and get back inside Hogwarts,” she told herself, repeating the instructions Sirius had given her.

Something was not right. The second she opened the cage, and the creatures started to run they were twice as many. And twice as many the next second. “Shit!” she whispered scared.

“What the hell?” someone behind (Y/N) yelled at her.

She turned around, a boy with black hair stood behind her, his eyes wide.

“Run!” She yelled back, setting off up the hill. He did as she told him, running next to her into the dark forest behind Hogwarts School.

“Why on earth would you do that?” he breathed through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know, I- It was stupid,” (Y/N) replied, just as out of breath.

The boy stopped, taking her hand in his, forcing her to a halt. “We should climb it,” he pointed at the three before them, and they both climbed the thick branches.

(Y/N) looked down, watching the Pogrebins running past their hiding spot. She sighed in relief.

She heard the boy next to her chuckle lightly.

“You think this is funny?” she asked shocked.

“You don’t?” he replied.

“No, they weren’t supposed to be cursed,” she shook her head, “It must have been Black, he cursed those things with the Gemino Curse,” she accused.

“Sounds like something my brother would do, yes,” the boy replied, and (Y/N) looked at him, noticing his green and silver Hogwarts robes.

“Oh, Wow,” (Y/N) stumbled on her words, “you’re Regulus Black,” she pressed her lips together embarrassed.

“The one and only,” he replied dryly.

“I’m (Y/N),” she held her hand out; Regulus took it, a small smile played on his lips as he shook it.

“I know,” he told her, “and aren’t you a prefect?” he asked.

“I was, but I don’t think I am one tomorrow,” she tried to smile, but it came off as more of a grimace.

“Well, I’m sorry about that,” he pulled out his wand, (Y/N) noticed something, a tattoo of some sort on his wrist. Red sparks flew from his wand as he stunned a running Pogrebin.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter that much,” she lied, “But, what were you even doing out here?” she asked him.

“Seeing as you no longer consider yourself a prefect, I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Regulus smirked, waving his wand to knock out another running Pogrebin.

“Hey,” she laughed, “I didn’t say that,” she protested.

“Sounded like it to me,” he argued.

“That was the last one,” (Y/N) pointed to the ground, which was now free of all the Pogrebins.

“Maybe you’ll be prefect tomorrow after all,” he told her, jumping off the branch.

“Yeah, because when Dumbledore is called out to rid the Forbidden Forest of two hundred and counting Pogrebins, he’s not going to care who did it,” she laughed dryly.

“I’ll admit, it does sound a bit bad,” he smiled, “but you could always blame my brother,” he suggested.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded, “I guess I could,” she looked at the younger Black brother, “but I can’t.”

Regulus laughed, “Okay.”

“I should go,” (Y/N) told him, sending him a half-hearted smile.

“Why, eh,” Regulus stopped her, “Why don’t I follow you back, just to make sure there are no more Pogrebins ready to attack.”

“Yeah,” she nodded.


A fortnight later and she hadn’t so much as looked at the youngest Black brother. She had heard his voice in the corridor as he laughed with his Slytherin friends, as he spoke with Slughorn about potions class, and as he argued quietly with his older brother.

The four Marauders had asked her what had happened the night of the prank gone wrong, she had only cast Sirius an angry look and walked to her room.

When she had told Regulus she would lose her prefect badge, she hadn’t quite believed it herself. It wasn’t until McGonagall asked her to hand it over, looking at her with such disappointment, she realised she had lost her future. Lost Head Girl. Lost her perfect record. Lost her professors trust.

(Y/N), lost in thoughts, hit a wall.

“Watch it,” he said annoyed.

“You watch it,” she replied, looking into the blue eyes of Regulus Black.

“(Y/N),” he said, surprise covering his words.

“Hi,” she blushed, “I didn’t mean to snap at you,” she apologised.

“Yeah, me neither.”

They looked at each other, painful silence hanging in the air. He didn’t have the same look as Sirius, the one where she felt like he was judging her, eyeing her appearance. Regulus looked at her with careful eyes, like he wanted to see if she was ok.

“Have you been avoiding me?” she asked finally.

He raised his eyebrows, “No, I thought you were avoiding me,” he smirked.

“No, I just didn’t know if you wanted to speak with me,” she told him.

“Why wouldn’t I want to do that?” he asked.

“Because I’m,” she pointed towards her robes.

“A Gryffindor?” he chuckled lightly.

“Well, yes,” (Y/N) felt her cheeks burning.

“I don’t really care about your house, (Y/N),” he told her. “It’s not a very flattering colour, I’ll admit that much, but you pull it off,” he blushed a little, “I mean, it suits you, I mean, honestly I don’t, I don’t, I don’t know I mean,” he finished.

(Y/N) smiled, “Thanks, that’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten,” she joked.

“Sorry,” he closed his eyes as he sent her a smile, “and I heard your badge got revoked,” he pointed to where her prefect badge used to be, “sorry about that too.”

“That wasn’t your fault,” said (Y/N).

“No, but it was one Black’s fault, and he’s a stubborn idiot, so I bet he hasn’t apologised yet.”

“He has, actually, and it wasn’t Sirius’ fault either, he didn’t know his spell had that effect on the Pogrebins, he thought he had only made one more.”

“So he’s stupid too,” Regulus joked, “you need better friends, (Y/N),” he laughed.

“You’re one to speak, hanging with those future Voldemort supporters,” (Y/N) hissed.

Regulus looked away, “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand, (Y/N),” he told her, avoiding her eyes.


They didn’t speak again until after the Christmas break.

Regulus had stopped her as she was heading out of Potions class, and when she asked what he wanted, he had one simple reply; “I needed to see you.”

(Y/N)’s heart had skipped a bit, and she replied, “I’m glad you did.”

She hadn’t stopped thinking about him, not even when she fell asleep did she stop thinking about him. He haunted her waking hours, as well as her dreams.

“I don’t know how to say this,” Regulus brushed a hand through his hair, “but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

(Y/N) looked away, her heart skipping several beats as she repeated his words in her mind. She looked up at him again, taking in his beauty. Maybe beauty was not the right word to describe someone like Regulus Black. He was not beautiful. Extraordinary, absolutely, but beauty was not a word she would use to describe the Slytherin. Beauty was simply not great enough. There was something about him, under his façade of bravery, deviousness, and nonchalance, something that sparked a fire in her. It scared her, of course, it did.

Somehow, she understood him; in this world, especially for someone of Regulus’ blood status and upbringing, one has to be cunning and cruel.

Sirius would disagree; of course, he would, for he was the living evidence to the contrary. Sirius was the living evidence of success. Sirius radiated beauty. He shone of everything (Y/N) wished for, but still, she did not envy him. His life was sad, much like Regulus’; brothers fighting on opposite sides of a war they were both too young to understand. Dragged into it by simply being born.

“(Y/N)?” Regulus looked at her with a shy smile.

“Sorry,” (Y/N) met his eyes, “I’m glad you can’t,” said she, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips as she replied.


That was the simple breaking point for the two. They couldn’t stop thinking about each other. Therefore they could not stop seeing each other. Every day. Every waking hour. They loved. Innocently. Afraid.

It was the safety of Hogwarts that finally broke them apart. (Y/N) left her Gryffindor Common Room for the last time; Regulus stayed one more year.

The loneliness of Hogwarts, the absence of (Y/N), and the pressure of being the Slytherin son, it was too much for Regulus.

He fell, and he fell hard. Except this time not for a heart of gold, but a heart inked with darkness. He had taken the mark in his sixth year before he had ever known anything of the Gryffindor girl, so it was no turning back when he was asked to join the other young, faithful Death Eaters.

The best he could do was shield the people he cared about from the darkness and its harm. Keep them safe.

He did so, even after leaving Hogwarts. He never sought her out, let the war do to him what it had in store, but he never let his emotions shine too brightly.


It was a love they would never get right. (Y/N) understood that much. She was smart, but so was Regulus, he must have known she would take it hard. She did not understand it, at least not until she joined the group that called themselves The Order of the Phoenix.

She educated herself about the war, learned to know it, and with that came the knowledge of the boy she had loved and the darkness that had surrounded him. Deeper than (Y/N) had ever believed. She remembered the night she had met Regulus. Remembered his tattoo.

The realisation hit her hard. She remembered the night perfectly; she had sat with Remus, Alice and Sirius, trying to figure out the pattern of the Death Eaters attacks on muggle villages.

She had seen a picture of one of the nameless Death Eaters, seen his mark of darkness.

“I’ve seen that before,” she had exclaimed.

“Yes, not unlikely, it is the Dark Mark,” had the young werewolf explained.

“The dark mark?” (Y/N) pressed her lips together, colour draining from her face.

“It’s the mark of the Dark Lord’s followers, (Y/N),” Sirius continued.

“But,” (Y/N) met the beautiful eyes of her paramour’s brother.

Sirius nodded, shrugging.

“You knew?”

“I’m shocked you didn’t,” the dark-haired boy said, he did not mean it as a sly comment, but it stung.

“I didn’t,” (Y/N) shook her head, “At least I didn’t want to know it, I, he, he was not like them,” she tried to express her feelings.

“Maybe not, but he is one of them.”


She had not cried about her loss, for she had not lost anything, she had let him go. Or had he let her go? (Y/N) could not tell.

She did not think much about Regulus that year; at least she tried not to. Forgetting was easier than drowning in sadness.

She avoided the boy in her thoughts for almost a whole year, but one day, an envelope lay on her bed. He had written her name in neat letters, with intense black ink.

Inside was a letter, a letter that broke her heart; broke her heart beyond mending.

My Dearest, (Y/N),

Do you know I’ve been out of my mind?
I’ve dreamt every night of your touch,
and I wish for you, but known we belong to a different life, one I have so foolishly thrown away.
I have been selfish.
It was selfish to think I could have something as perfect, pure, and beautiful as you.
I see myself much like a castle made of sin; I do not deserve beauty; I do not deserve you.
I have been waiting, maybe for this war to end, or for my fight in to take its last breath, I don’t know. I have held tight, but I carry my name wrong, I don’t want to live a life like this, undeserving of you.

(Y/N), I hope you know how much you have meant to me, I might not have shown it much. But you meant everything.

I say ‘meant’, because I am afraid I do not have much more time in this life. I have discovered the Dark Lord’s deepest secret, and I intend to right my wrongs.

I love you

He never wrote his name, but she knew who he was, and she loved him still. Always.

Don't Leave Me Heere Alone


In this i see Jeremy as asexual, he still masturbates and thinks about sex but when put in a sexual situation is uncomfortable. also all off the dialogue in the first scene is straight from the script.

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Michael burst into the hospital room and collapsed on the floor next to Jeremy’s bed. He knew that when Jeremy woke up he would probably kick him out because he made it obvious that he wasn’t cool enough for him now. He understood, he liked out of print games and retro skates, Jeremy probably resents the matching Pac man tattoos, a symbol to their uncoolness. He knew he would be kicked out when Jeremy woke up but for now he just needed to be there to reassure himself that Jeremy was alive. He came back every day just to continue to be sure that he was okay. Sometimes he would talk to Rich, who lay in the bed next to Jeremy’s. Some days he just sat there silently watching over Jeremy to make sure he was okay.
Today he sat holding Jeremys hand and stroking his hair gently. Eventually Jeremy began to shift and mumble. Michael didn’t want to be there when he woke up. He didn’t want to hear Jeremy call him a loser and tell him to leave again, he can’t. So, he stands and flees the room, just like he always does any time there’s a chance Jeremy might wake up.
“Hello?” Jeremy said trying to sit up, “Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow.”
“Feels like you’re missing a part of yourself, doesn’t it?”
Jeremy jumped, “…Rich?”
“Hurts like a motherfucker too,” he pauses, “Be honest, what are they saying about me at school.”
Jeremy tried not to visibly wince.
“That bad?” he asked.
“Sorry,” Jeremy mumbled.
“Sorry?” he said laughing, “I’m finally free of that shiny happy hive mind! When I get outta here, the ladies are gonna learn to love the real Richard Goranski,” His entire face lit up as if he realized something, “and the dudes. Oh, my god, I’m totally bi!”
“You’re squip’s gone? But how?” Jeremy stuttered.
“Ask your buddy. Anti-social headphone kid? He’s been by like a ton, by the way. What is he, your boyfriend?” Jeremy must have grimaced because Rich quickly added, “No judgement. Just curious. Totally bi now.”
Michael came striding into the room as he said this, “I’m sure some special someone will be lucky to have you, Rich,” Michael stated.
“You think?” Rich says hopefully. Michael smiled fakely and slid the curtain shut on Rich.
“What happened? All I remember is that noise, and…”
Michael cut him off noisily, “Oh man, it was genius! They were communicating with each other – they were linked! Which means… when you consider the kind of high-frequency sonic disturbance needed to wipe a system that powerful…”
Jeremy flinched as Michael’s voice had slowly made his head pound, “Michael. My head still hurts.”
Michael deflaughted. He needed to calm down, be more chill, “Right, ah… turns out you didn’t have to destroy every squip. Just one. And the rest,” he began making exploding noises. He was being so uncool. Jeremy probably wanted him to shut up. What was he even doing? Lame exploding noise, god Jeremy was going to leave him again. Why had he even come? Why was he even still talking? Oh, god why was Jeremy looking at him like that?
“I don’t get it,” Michael flinched preparing for Jeremy to tell him to leave, call him a loser, “After everything I did… you were still there for me. Why?”
Oh, that wasn’t what Michael was expecting. He told him about how his dad had persuaded Michael to help which lead to Jeremy’s dad coming in. They began talking and it became clear he wasn’t needed so he slowly walked out.
Jeremy was coming over for the first time since he had been released from the hospital. What if Michael screwed up? What if Jeremy left again? He couldn’t lose Jeremy again, he needed Jeremy. He tried his best to make his basement look cool but he had no clue what was cool. What if Jeremy thought video games weren’t cool? Of course, he did they weren’t cool. What will they do? He should have looked more into what was cool. Who was he kidding Jeremy was going to take one look at the basement and leave. He deserved to be alone if he couldn’t have been cool enough for Jeremy.
His thoughts were cut off by Jeremy’s voice, “Hey Michael,” and there he was standing there with a half-smile and his arms wrapped around himself.
“Hey buddy,” Michael said trying to appear relaxed. If he knew one thing it was that freaking out was not cool.
Jeremy stood there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “So what do you want to do?” he asked.
Was this a test? Was he going to leave if he said the wrong thing? He didn’t want to lose Jeremy. He had missed him so much he couldn’t lose him again. He wouldn’t survive losing him again. Fuck he was freaking out, that wasn’t cool. Jeremy was going to leave.
“Michael, I’m sorry. What did I say?” he said quickly rushing towards Michael and placing his hands on his arms.
“I’m sorry, you can go,” Michael stuttered out gasping for air.
“I’m not leaving you while you’re having a panic attack Michael. What happened? Did I say something?” Jeremy said.
“I’m sorry,” he said stepping back, “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t do anything,” Jeremy said softly, “Please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”
“I’m sorry, don’t leave,” he gasped out between sobs, “…be cooler… I’ll learn… please don’t… again,” quickly becoming unable to speak due to the rate of his breathing.
“Oh, oh Michael,” Jeremy said pulling Michael to him, “I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you again. Oh, god Michael, I didn’t realize. You don’t need to be cooler. You’re perfect,” he rubbed slow soothing circles on his back.
“…sorry…don’t leave…sorry,” he clung to Jeremy grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and burying his face in Jeremy’s neck.
“I won’t, never again,” he said holding him as tightly as he could, continuing to rub circles on his back, “I’m so sorry, Michael. I wish I could take it back. I’m sorry,” he buried his face in his hair and inhaled slowly. He smelled like he always did, a mixture of weed and hot Cheetos.
He suddenly retracted Jeremy, “I’m sorry. I got your shirt all wet and gross. I’m sorry I’m being such a loser. I’ll stop and learn to be cool. I’m sorry,” he wrapped his arms around himself.
“No, Michael listen to me,” he said stepping forward and cupping his face in both his hands, “You don’t need to be cooler and don’t ever call yourself a loser ever again. You are the coolest person I know. I’m so sorry. I should have never left you alone or said those horrible things. You never deserved that. I’m so sorry.”
Maybe it was Jeremy telling him he was the coolest person he knew or the fact that he was cupping his face and was so close but whatever the reason Michael made one of the stupidest decisions he could have made. He surged forward and kissed Jeremy firmly on the lips. Jeremy froze, inhaling sharply, his eyes growing wide. They sat their lips pressed together awkwardly neither moving until Michael pulled back suddenly.
“Oh, my god I’m so sorry. You can just go. I’m sorry,” Michael stuttered stepping backwards.
“Wait no Michael, I’m not going to leave. Why did you kiss me?” Jeremy asked.
“I wanted too?” Michael said although it came out as more of a question than anything.
“Why would you want to?” Jeremy asked.
Michael was taken aback by the statement. Was this a test? He had nothing left to lose. He might as well just tell the truth, “Because I’ve been in love with you for like seven years,” he said chuckling slightly.
“You what?” Jeremy said.
“I’ve been in love with you since we were like nine, probably earlier we were just nine when I realized,” he rambled.
“Oh,” he said.
“I’m sorry?” Michael said not knowing what else to say.
“No don’t apologize,” he said still looking shocked.
“Are you okay? You kind of look like I broke you,” Michael said laughing awkwardly, “Are you sure you don’t want to leave? I’ll understand.”
“No, I’m just processing and I’m also slightly scared this a dream and if I do something I’ll wake up,” he said finally looking up at Michael, “The squip said that I needed to get over my feelings for you. You’d never like me back but you, do you have for a while, and oh god I called you a loser and left you alone in the bathroom. I made you think I was going to leave you again. I’ve been nothing but horrible to you. Why do you stay with me? I don’t deserve you,” he said softly.
Michael laughed, “Of course you do. Why would I deserve you?”
“Are you kidding? You’re awesome dude,” Jeremy said, “I’d say you’re a good kisser too but I think I’ll need more data for that,” he said smirking at Michael through his eyelashes.
“Oh yeah,” Michael said smiling back.
“Yeah,” Jeremy stepped closer.
“Well you never want to do something without enough data,” he says leaning forward.
“Never,” Jeremy replied closing the distance between them. Jeremy’s hands went to Michael’s waist pulling him closer. Michael laced his fingers into Jeremy’s hair. They stumbled backwards until they hit Michael’s bed Michael sat down and pulled Jeremy into his lap. He ran his fingers through Michael’s hair. Michael hummed and sucked Jeremy’s bottom lip into his and biting down slightly. Jeremy gasped pulling himself to closer to Michael.
“Fuck,” Jeremy said pulling back gasping for air, “I’ve thought about this for so long.”
Michael moans and pulls Jeremy down so they are laying on his bed with Jeremy on top of him, “God why didn’t we do this sooner? How can you possibly be so attractive? Fuck, I love you,” he said pulling their faces together again.
Jeremy pulled back and sat up. Michael sat up with him.
“Hey are you okay?” Michael asked carefully running a hand over his cheek.
“How far do you want to go with this?” Jeremy said quietly.
“How far do you?” Michael responded carefully.
“I don’t want to, uhm, have sex. I thought I did but then the squip forced me into a sexual situation with Chloe and all I could think was that I didn’t want it,” Jeremy stumbled out.
“We don’t have to and never will do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Is this okay, what we were doing,” Michael asks carefully taking Jeremy’s hands.
“Yes, yes, I would have said something earlier if it wasn’t. I just don’t want to actually have sex,” Jeremy said.
“Okay,” Michael said softly, “If I do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me. I only want you to feel safe around me,” he softly pushed a stray piece of Jeremys hair out of his face.
“I do,” Jeremy said calmly, “I can’t ever imagine you putting me in a situation I’m uncomfortable in and I know you’d never do that intentionally but I promise if it ever happens I’ll tell you. I love you,” he said placing his hand on Michael’s cheek and kissing him gently.
“I love you too,” he says when they pull back.
“Can I spend the night?” Jeremy asked, “I kind of already told my dad I probably would be,” he said blushing and looking away.
“Yeah of course,” Michael said checking the time, “It’s getting late. Do you want to lay down?”
“Yeah, sure,” Jeremy replied.
They lay there curled together for a while not really needing to talk having missed just being in each other’s presence. It wasn’t perfect, life never is, but it was theirs and that’s all that mattered to them in the end.

lnhanime-deactivated20171004  asked:

Hello!! I have two things I've wanted lately: First, a riren/ereri fic featuring barista!Levi, or a fic that has a lot of interaction with other characters (obviously a harder one to find; but I just LOVE it when they can incorporate their friends). These don't have to be in the same fic, and if you were only going to suggest fics for one, I'd prefer the barista AU. Anyways, sorry for the long request!! And don't worry about the criteria too much; I promise it's more flexible than it sounds 😉

I looked and found these for Barista!Levi:

A Little More Than Coffee by xxDeja_Uchihaxx

Levi is beyond broke. He’s working two jobs just to make ends meet. He works at Erwin’s coffee shop during the day, and Hanji’s failing strip club at night. Things suddenly take a turn for the worse and he’s left questioning his decisions. Will a silent, Bright Eyed boy be able to help him along his journey? [Ereri]

Heart Without A Beat by aestheticizaya

Eren Yeager is a miserable college student who loves taking aesthetic photos and watching soccer.

Levi Ackerman is a very gay, short tempered barista who is hung up on a certain 19 year old who comes into his Caffè every day. [Riren]

Wings That Bind by Christian_Rose_99384

“Levi…” Eren whispered as he looked at the large tattered angel wings tattooed onto my back.

“What? Do you not like them? I can’t really help them, they are what they are.” I say as he looks at my back with a worried expression, making me turn around.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking at him with a concerned approach.

“Levi…My mark matches…We’re soulmates,” [Ereri/Riren]

Stood Up by princu

Eren had a date.
To say that he was excited was a giant understatement. He hadn’t had a date since high school and, if he remembered correctly, it didn’t go so well. Well, at least that’s what Armin told him when he was utterly confused as to why his date wasn’t calling him back. He and Mikasa both had thought that a date to a haunted house would be perfect for Halloween. Why else would she had asked him for that exact date? 

The Reasons We Should [Not] Be Together by pseudonymical

Levi knew he was madly in love with Eren Jaeger since the second he stepped into the cafe Levi worked at. As the weeks passed, however, it became apparent that his feelings were best kept a secret, especially since the list of reasons why they shouldn’t be together only grew with each and every visit from the brunet. [Ereri/Riren]

Satan Doesn’t Make Coffee by Corporal_Levi_cleans_my_house

In which Levi works at a café and Eren is adamant that the surly, at times downright terrifying little man is actually Satan incarnate because how else could he send so many people running? And of course Levi is a complete shit about it.
Based off of this prompt.

(Some are riren since you asked for riren/ereri so I assumed you didn’t mind! I apologize if you do!)

anonymous asked:

It's me, Lush anon! I also thought - what if Harry and Merls are going in to get some natural massage bars (Harry loves expensive stuff but merlin's skin is sensitive) and they can't stop thinking about the super cute peppy lush employee (eggsy obvvvvvvs) and keep returning before inviting him on a date as their third..... (Sorry for more prompts, I was excited I saw your reblogged lush post and I just love your writing)

Hello again Lush Anon! Since I don’t want you to worry I didn’t get either of you message, I’ll use today’s #agegapapril ficlet to answer to this one ;) The next ficlets will be tagged with agegapapril and lush verse if you want to keep up with the series ;)

For today’s ficlet, we have Merlin and Eggsy meeting for the first time, let’s see how that goes!

Huge thank you to @injureddreams for listening to my ramblings about it earlier today and agreeing to read it before I posted (and not yelling at me for neglecting our bang :P)

Day Two - Ink

Back before he got the job, Eggsy hadn’t really believed Roxy when she had told him they really get all sorts of customers at Lush. A single day of work had been enough to set him straight.

Sure, the core of their clientele are young women, but not everyone let stereotypes keep them away from good products. And even Eggsy from his very limited experience can honestly say that they are good and it isn’t just because he has been brainwashed into thinking it.

He is sufficiently self-aware to know there has been a bit of brainwashing involved since his hiring, but with his employee discount, he can more than afford the bathbombs that litters his bathroom. He even has the ready excuse that Daisy loves taking glittery baths whenever she stays over and that his purchase has nothing to do with the name, no matter how cool Dragon’s Egg sounds.

But yes, their regular clientele is diverse enough that Eggsy doesn’t think anything of it when the tall bald man steps into the shop. He wouldn’t even have taken note of it in fact, since Chantelle os currently on greeting duty while he is manning the cash, but even from back behind the counter, he can see the sleeves tattoo and the ink looks sick in the best possible way.

For once, Chantelle doesn’t insist after being dismissed and sure the man looks severe enough, but had it been Eggsy, he would have been all over him, because the man ks hot, to hell with reading your customer’s body language.

It’s a while before he’s done with the little rush at the cash, enough that he would have thought the man long gone, but he’s still there, idly looking at the products. Since she’s the one who greeted him, he’d leave Chantelle deal with him, no matter how much he’d like to have a closer look to those tattoos, but she’s still giving the man a wide berth.

He can’t understand why, since he really doesn’t look that bad, but he guesses severe-looking man covered in tattoos (or so he guesses) aren’t everyone’s type.

“Hello, can I help you with anything?”

The man looks him up and down with something like appreciation in his gaze and it takes everything for him not to preen like a peacock.

“Are you Eggsy?”

The man’s words has the effects of a cold shower on him. He doesn’t care if not a minute ago he thought the man didn’t look scary at all, in his experience, a stranger knowing his name is never a good thing.

“That depends on who’s asking?” If his manager heard him talk that way to a client, he could get written up or suspended, but really, he’d rather lose his job than have to start looking over his shoulder everywhere he goes again. He’d thought with Dean gone for good he’d be safe but clearly he had been wrong.

The stranger obviously sensed something wasn’t quite right however, because he takes a couple of steps back and offers him a weak smile.

“Sorry, I should have started with that. My name is Merlin.” He doesn’t try to offer his hand for a shake and before Eggsy can ask what kind of name ‘Merlin’ is, he goes on. “I’m not sure if you remember, but a short while back you’ve help my partner choose some massage bar. A gentleman in a suit named Harry?”

“Oh,” just like that, all the tension leaves him, “sure I remember him.” It would have been a bit hard to forget him since he had starred in quite a few of his fantasies since then. Not that his partner needs to know that.

“Good. Would you also remember what’s the one you sold him? I’d ask him, but he’s on a plane right now and I was hoping to surprise him…”

He hopes his eyes doesn’t glaze over for the short seconds he imagines it, both men naked in bed, their skin made glistening by the oil. He stops before he can decide what would be better between Harry being inked as well under his suit or not and leads Merlin over to the massage bars stand.

“You’ll want Shades of Earl Grey, except if you want to try something else?”

It’s a near thing, but he manages not to moan out loud when he notices that Merlin’s got ink all the way down to his fingers on his left hand as he reach out for one of the bar.

“No, I’d rather keep to what we know for now…” But there is a clear hesitation to his words that makes Eggsy push him a bit.

“You sure there’s nothing else you’d want to try out?” It’s kind of funny to see him so hesitant, because really besides the massage bars, there’s not much to blush over here.

“Maybe something more… specific for feet? Harry is always complaining that his feet are sore after having to travel.”

He might have only talked to either of them for less than five minutes, but it’s enough for him to feel rather envious of the relationship they seem to have. First Harry was concerned about Merlin’s sensitive skin and now Merlin wants something for Harry’s feet because he knows they’ll be sore. It might sound stupid, but his bar for a perfect relationship has just been set higher.

“I have just the thing for you, if you’ll follow me. It’s called Pink Peppermint and it’s heavenly I swear.” And Eggsy would know. He might not have anyone to rub his feet for him, but that stuff has made working long hours standing up way easier since Roxy’s shown it to him.

Merlin raises an eyebrow at the name, but says nothing as he follows him to the other side of the shop, obviously trusting him to advise him correctly.

Of baseball bats and psychic powers (3)

Steve rents a little flat above the electronics shop, despite his parents’ protests. His mother had wanted him to stay at home for a little while longer and then his father had offered to help with the deposit on a house, which was so fucking ridiculous Steve refused immediately. He likes his bachelor pad, like Nancy calls it, and the fact that he can spend his days off in nothing but his boxers without anybody to see or judge. It’s just enough independence for him who still doesn’t entirely have his shit together.

Kali follows him inside, failing to look bored as her eyes roam every inch of the main room. His cereal bowl is still on the coffee table and he can’t remember the last time he did the dishes, which wasn’t a problem before a hot, deadly girl showed up. Playing host isn’t that good an idea, all of a sudden.

“Pizza okay with you?” He makes his way to the fridge, grabs two cold beers and offers one to her.

She opens it and takes a long gulp, a sigh escaping her mouth when she licks the beer off her upper lip. Steve does a pitiful job of not staring.

“Vegetarian for me,” she answer. Then, when she notices his raised eyebrows, she points to herself. “Hindu.”

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Six Dates And How To Fail At Them [Cullen-centric]

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford/(??)

Metaverse: Dance Like No One Is Watching (modern AU/dance!fic)

Synopsis: Cullen Rutherford is not completely incapable of finding himself a date, but he just doesn’t have time to look. When his friends catch the wind of it, they volunteer to help him improve his love life. To various degrees of success, of course.

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Over the years Cullen had tried – really, he did - to find a woman who would put up with his particular set of peculiarities. That being said, he wasn’t exactly keen on approaching random women, perusing online sites, or putting himself at a bar on a Friday night. All of that sounded worse than spending a whole day calibrating a finicky trebuchet. So when some of his friends decided to help him find female companionship, he was almost relieved.

He should have known better than to trust Varric with these choices, but he learned that lesson a tad too late. As he sat at a booth of some disreputable dive, the dwarf in question sitting across from him, in came a woman that he could only have been described as ‘The Sex’. Her luscious brown body completely filled out her skimpy white dress and the overflow boldly spilled in all the right places. She immediately spotted him and he felt like prey pinned down by a hungry vulture.

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J’en suis

Ok, this is one of my favorite quotes from Les Mis, so headcanon time!!!

When Grantaire starts going to Les Amis meetings, he doesn’t exactly believe he is one of them–he always feels slightly like no one actually cares if he’s there or like he doesn’t actually fit in and belong, and it doesn’t help that he and Enjolras are always at each others throats, so at the end of one night when he’s had a little too much to drink, he starts softly venting all of this to Bossuet. Of course Bossuet listens to Grantaire and tries to comfort him, but Grantaire still can’t shake that feeling…

What Grantaire doesn’t know is that Enolras heard everything.  So, yes, Enjolras works on being nicer to Grantaire during meetings, but he also takes a green post-it note and writes on it in flawless calligraphy “J’en suis” and at the next meeting subtly slips it into R’s bag, who doesn’t notice it until he gets home, but smiles none the less and begins to think maybe he does  belong there after all.

From then on, Enjolras always carries that green post-it notepad in his bag, and whenever he can see that R is having a bad day, he manages to somehow write “J’en suis” on a post-it note in perfect calligraphy and slip it into Grantaire’s bag–all without anyone noticing.  Grantaire won’t tell anyone, but those post-it notes have helped him through some pretty tough times, and he keeps every single one he gets.

Courf drags Marius along to Les Amis one day, only to have Marius be dragged by Ferre’s “to be free” (you all know the scene), so at the end of the meeting Enj asks an angry, exasperated Marius to give their meetings one more chance, and at the next one is a purple post-it note waiting for him at the same empty table he had sat at last time. The note reads “J’en suis” in perfect calligraphy.

When Musichetta joins there’s an obnoxious neon green post-it note for her, while Eponine gets a soft teal, and Cossette gets a bright pink one. 

It slowly starts to spiral into something larger.

Whenever Joly has a panic attack or his leg is acting up, there’s a post-it note waiting for him, light blue with the phrase “J’en suis.”

Whenever Feuilly hasn’t been to a meeting in over a month due to his jobs, there’s “J’en suis” on an orange post-it note waiting for him.

When something goes wrong, which happens a lot with Bossuet’s luck, or when he gets mad at himself for screwing something up, there are post-it notes with lucky shamrock backgrounds and the famous “J’en suis.”

When Jehan comes out as non-binary, they get a purple one (their favorite color), with “J’en suis” written over a background of flowers.

Bahorel gets one when he finally decides stop following his parents’ dream that he would be a lawyer and starts to follow his own dream of opening a patiserie. 

Everyone else is weary when Jehan starts to bring Montparnasse along to meetings, and he almost decides he isn’t coming back, until he feels Enjolras slip something into his pocket (of course he knows it’s Enjolras, he is a master pick-pocket and Enjolras would have to be ten times better to fool him), and when Parnasse takes it out, there’s a black post-it note with “J’en suis” in red pen. He never tells anyone it’s Enjolras, but when he comes back to the next meeting he greats Enj with a rare smile, as an attempt to thank Enj for the note.

Speculations about the mysterious note-giver goes around, and when Enjolras is quickly ruled out–because there’s a reason Combeferre takes notes at meetings, and that reason is partially because no one can read Enjolras’s disastrous handwriting–Enj just smiles, knowing his secret is safe.

Only Combeferre and Courfeyrac know it’s Enjolras, and that’s only because they live with him and have to deal with the fact that their appartment has become over-run with pads of post-it notes. Plus Courfeyrac is the only person in the world Enjolras would go to for ideas on which post-it notes to order for each person.

After a particularly bad day, Enjolras silently sneaks out of a meeting early. When R finds him crying on the fire-escape, he doesn’t say anything, just slips a red post-it note into his hand as they continue to stare up at the stars in silence. When Enjolras finally dries his eyes enough to read it, he sees “J’en suis” scribbled across it in Grantaire’s chicken-scratch. That’s the moment Enjolras realizes he likes Grantaire. 

Fast forward a little, and still no one knows who the secret note-giver is, but that doesn’t matter anymore. What matters most is that these notes have helped everyone through some horrible times, so Grantaire has the idea to get a tattoo of the mysterious writing.  Bahorel, Jehan, Bossuet, Musichetta, Combeferre, Eponine, and Cossette–and Enjolras–all want to do the same thing, so they all go as a big group, but it’s only a week later when Grantaire realizes the tattoo Enjolras got wasn’t “J’en suis” in flawless calligraphy like everyone else’s tattoo–it was the same scribbled “J’en suis” from that night on the fire-escape.

Fast forward a little more, and after they have been dating for a few years, Enjolras gets down on one knee and proposes to R with a ring bearing the inscription “J’en suis.”

killergirlfuria  asked:

Thank you for existing - our resident psychopathic artist has rather quickly became one of my favorites. Would you be okay with writing about Stefano's reactions/thoughts to a s/o of his who's, like, assassin or hitman or something? Like covered in tattoos (one big dragon curling around their body, preferably), athletic, and while they're not maniacally into killing, they don't mind it. (1/2)

A side note, you’re taller than Stefano in this, no matter the gender.

Actually, Stefano accidently found out that you’re a hitman.

Of course he knew about you full-body dragon tattoo which he absolutely adored, it’s like you turned your skin into art which only made it all the way better. He loves to gently trace the inked skin of your back, chest, stomach, and whisper soft praises of how much he appreciates and loves your tattoos, but back to the mainpoint.

As I said, Stefano found accidently out that you’re a hitman when one night he decided to wait for you to come back from your ‘night shift’ at your workplace.

The reason being that you were very mysterious about your workplace, never talked about it and when asked you’d immidently change the subject.

Another reason that rang bells inside Stefano’s head were the late night jobs. You always came back home very late into the night and the first thing you always did was going to the bathroom.

Of course Stefano would never suspect you that you’re cheating on him, but still.

So that led you and him into the situation where the two of you are too stooned to move, because your fiance just witnessed you coming back at 3 am, dressed all in black, in a bulletproof vest covered in blood and a sniper rifle on your back.

Before Stefano could say anything, you quickly darted into the bathroom and locked it.

Stefano broke out of his shocked state and quickly ran to the bathroom door before banging on it.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) please, talk to me! What the hell is happening?! Is this the reason you sometimes come back so late home?”

“Go away Stefano! You think that I’m a monster! They always do!”

“What? No, please, you know that I love you! Open up and let us talk about it-”

Suddenly the door swung open full force and reveled you in all your glory, all bloody in a tight black military suit with a rifle on your back.

But the face you made was something Stefano would never forget- it was a mix of pure anger, hate, sadness, horror and everything in-between.

Your staring contest lasted for a few more seconds before you hissed,

“They alway say that the love me, always say that they’ll never leave me and what? They always leave. They call me a monster in human’s skin, a beast.”

With every word you take a step closer to Stefano and he takes another step backwards, before soon enough he’s pressed against a wall with your taller figure looming over him.

“A-And what you’ll do now?”

Stefano shakily asked, ‘so unnatural for him’- you thought.

“What I’ll do? The better question is what you’ll do. But wait, I already know the answer.”

In a flash, Stefano noticed your face change from anger to sadness and grief.

“You’ll leave me, like they always do.”

You whispered before turning your back towards him and stalking out of the room, before a hand gripped your wrist yanking you back.

You turn around and are met with Stefano’s questioning expresion. The raven male brought you towards him, till you felt that your chests touched and felt arms wrap around your middle.

“(Y/N), once I promised that I’ll never leave you, remember? And I plan on keeping that promise, just… Talk to me, okay? And we’ll surely figure something out, okay?”

You look down at Stefano’s pleading face before closing your eyes and leaning forward untill your forehead touched his. You two stayed for a moment like this in silence before you spoke,

“Okay… I’ll… I promise to speak with you and tell you the whole truth, but first let me refresh myself, I don’t plan on sitting the whole night covered in blood.”

You said before excused yourself to the bathroom.

When you came back in your comfortable clothes, you sat before Stefano in your living room and just started talking about everything.

About your fucked up childhood, about how you went to jail when you were only 14 for stealing to survive, how your beloved father died while you were in jail and your two wealthy older brothers turned their back at you, how you cried every night because you had nowhere to go and had no family, and finally how you were picked up by a complete stranger and how he later introduced himself as the head of a dangerous mafia and how he said that he’ll give you everything in exchange for devotion.

“…And so I ended up here where I am, as the kid of a hideously rich ‘businessman’ and a full-time hitman. I know it’s definitely not a perfect family, but what can I say, they gave me everything, they showed me how to live, but they could never give me one thing…”

“And that would be?”- Stefano asked breathlessly.

“They could never give me a purpouse to live, but I found it myself already.”

You looked straight into Stefano’s eyes.


With that, Stefano threw himself before you onto his knees and hugged you tightly, while you yourself wrapped your arms around him and cried, just simply cried your heart out.

After you were done, the two of you were very exausted and the only thing you wanted was to sleep into oblivion.


As weeks went by, everything eventually came back to normality. Of course Stefano being Stefano, asked you many questions about what it’s like being a hitman, if you like the adrenaline, hell, he even asked you if you like killing people.

Once he was so persistent that you sudenly got a mischevious idea and decided to demonstrate your strenght.

As Stefano was ranting, you walked up to him quietly before effortlessly throwing him over your shoulder. Stefano of course started to try to free himself but his effords were in vain and you didn’t even budge.

You two ended up laughting your asses of when you started to carry him around bridal style and called him a princess.

Althrought Stefano would never admit it, he loved your strenght and being carried around, but one thing he was sure of and would admit loud everytime, was that the two of you would always be with each other, throught thick and thin, and you on the other hand was sure that you’ll wake up everytime and look at the purpouse and love of your life, Stefano.

anonymous asked:

I want to start following God but.. I'm someone with boy parts who doesn't want boy parts. I've always held a grudge against God for not creating me as a girl. What do I do? How do I create a relationship with Him again?

Perhaps part of your journey with Him is finding yourself, which you’ve done. 

I’m probably going to get a ton of heat from other Christians / Catholics for saying this, but to heck with it.

God cares about your soul. Our bodies are just temporary vessels, like cars. People decorate their cars however they want. They’ll custom-fit them, get cool spinners, repaint, redo the interior and so forth. If God cared so much about our bodies being perfect, He would be turning away everyone who has tattoos or piercings. He would be shunning anyone who had surgery. Anyone who had organ transplants, amputations, cosmetic work, etc. Also, people who have permanent fire or chemical burns that leave permanent scars.

All of those things alter our bodies too, but people lose their butts if somebody dares to change their outward appearance to match their gender. 

So be who you are. So what if your gender doesn’t match your genitals? I don’t think God cares about that. He care about you loving Him and loving others. Also, love yourself. If making changes to your body so it matches your mind will help you do that, then go for it.

Jesus said “Love one another as I have loved you,” He did not say “Love everyone…except those people.” No, he said go out and love.

Coming back to following God will be like the Prodigal Son whose father welcomed him home with joy rather than resentment. God doesn’t get angry at us for falling away. He waits patiently for us to find our way back and there He will be with open arms.

I’m not judging you, Nonny. I love you. You’re not broken. God loves you and He will accept you no matter what your gender identity is.