not enough coffee in the universe

one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
  • “You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
  • “You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.
  • “You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
  • “The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
  • “I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
  • “You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.
  • “It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.
  • “It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
  • “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
  • “You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
  • “You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.
  • “You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.
  • “The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
  • “We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
  • “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
  • “You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
  • “You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
  • “We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.
  • “I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
  • “There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU
  • “I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.
  • “You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
  • “I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
  • “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
  • “You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
  • “I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
  • “You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
  • “I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.
The different fanfic eras explained as lunch

Pre-internet era: You walk into a room and sit down at a table. Someone brings you a turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a soda. Perhaps you are a vegetarian, or gluten-free. Doesn’t matter; you get a turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a soda.

Usenet era: You walk into a room and sit down to your turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a soda. Someone tells you that over at the University they are also serving BLTs, pizza, coffee, and beer.

Web 1.0 (aka The Great Schism): You walk into a room. The room is lined with 50 unmarked doors. Someone tells you, “We have enough food to feed you and a hundred more…but we’ve scattered it behind these fifty doors. Good luck!”

Web 2.0 (present): You walk into a room. Someone points at the buffet and says, “Enjoy!” You turn to see a 100-foot-long buffet table, piled high with every kind of food imaginable. To be fair, some of the food is durian, head cheese, and chilled monkey brains, but that’s cool, some people are into those…and trust me, they are even more psyched to be here than you are.

Essays in Existentialism: Strip II

Do you think strip will get a sequel? Like Lexas friends finding out about Clarke and her job and Lexa being protective about her

Previously on Strip

The sunshine had never been more cheerful or beautiful. The earth was signing, the clouds were dancing, the universe itself was a spring afternoon, perfectly tempered and happily tinged with the makings of a great mood. The campus throbbed to life, pulsating like a heart, crackling with sparklers beneath the sidewalks, soaked in an invisible, upbeat tempo that refused to be slowed or stopped.

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if you’re a song, i know all of your lyrics–
if you’re a cloud, i’d save your rain inside of a bottle to water my dozen of roses that aren’t yet there, would you take baby roses? they’re cute too. if you’re a regret, i’m your apology. i will also be your tissue once you get rejected once again. if you’re an epiphany, i’ll be like déjà vu– yes, darling i’ve always loved you. if you’re a bad day, i’m the coffee finally strong enough to keep up with this shit. if you’re a writer, i’m your favorite book. a writer isn’t much until he reads something. how can you write something for the universe if you’ve never been a reader? if you’re a bleeding heart, i’m the band aids that never stick, but you’ll always try to make it work. even if i’m in love with you– i’ll still make room for your mistakes. if your trust is broken, i’ll be the space where you can breathe. and if you never let me in, don’t worry. i’ll wait. for you? i’d paint the sky with your eye colors just so i can say that i’ve been playing outside long enough for you not to cry because you break my heart when you do, so i’ve been asking the clouds to extra love you for me, i’ve been asking the weather to be gentle, like a forehead kiss– nothing sexual, just mildly sensual– because an I love you won’t fix a damn thing, but still
—  I love you
Loss For Words (Alexander x Reader)

As soon as I found the prompt I used for this, I knew I had to write something for Alexander. It was a little too perfect. Anyways, I plan on writing a sequel to this, so enjoy!

Warnings: I think I swore like once?

Words: 1,099

You were beginning to think the universe hated you.

First, your roommate decided to “accidentally” unplug your alarm clock, causing you to be late for your first class at King’s College, which happened to be at 7am. You didn’t have time to shower, meaning you had to load on the dry shampoo and deodorant, hoping it was enough. You managed to spill half of your cup of coffee on the first shirt you had on, making you need to change before you had even left the house. You weren’t sure if it was possible for you to be as tired as you were, or if you were already dead.

By the time you made it into your first class, the lecture had started exactly 27 minutes ago and everyone stared at you as you made your way to an empty seat. That quickly changed when a boy, not much older than you, ran into the room, just as, if not more disheveled than you.

He slung his books in one of the two seats next to you, which happened to be the only ones open. He slammed a 5 hour energy on the table next to his coffee, before mixing the two together. You looked at him questioningly, not sure if that was the best idea.

“I’m going to die,” he retorted, before chugging the entire cup. You just watched with wide eyes. He shivered as he finished it, as if he could feel the energy coursing through his veins.

If he can do that and not die, he just might be my hero.

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hungarianbee  asked:

*squeals excitedly* For the 5-sentence fic: whipped cream

I thought about going the obvious route with that but nah


It’s Hanzo’s guilty pleasure nowadays, for when little pleasures are hard to find: one medium mocha from the coffee shop on the edge of Gibraltar, nonfat for a nod to his health but with an inch of whipped cream to forget it entirely. He’s always had a sweet tooth, which never even slightly abated with age, and now, well, he’s a nearly-40-year-old man ordering whipped cream on his chocolate coffee. 

McCree declares it “way too sugary, good god, that’s enough to kill a horse,” but that doesn’t stop him from stealing a sip of it anyway. 

“It is not for you, Hanzo reminds him, eyes riveted to a spot of whipped cream that has stuck itself to the corner of McCree’s mouth. McCree starts to say something else, but Hanzo interrupts him with a kiss, and thanks the universe for life’s simple pleasures.


She knows when you’re not okay, it’s the little details. She gets the hints. Maybe you’ve been her friend before, maybe you’ve loved her before. She likes to write poetry. Lots of it. When it’s snowing. When the sun is out. When the stars are falling. When the universe doesn’t write back. When she’s lonely. When she’s in love. When love runs from her. When love plays her. When her guitar sounds like his heart. When she’s up way too late. When she’s eight cups of coffee into the evening, but still tired as fuck. When the music reminds. When the bees sting. When the roses prick. When the gardens grow in corrupted lungs. When she has had enough. When she doesn’t know when to quit. When she’s coughing up more apologies she couldn’t forgive. When she thinks about you. When she hates you. When she plans to love you forever. Time has taken away the when– so I gave her the how. How do I plan to understand her…

loving you is a start.

vi | a beautiful mess [c.h.]

Words: 1549

Request:  i have a request/prompt. it’s really abstract but i love ur writing so i hope you’ll try to work with it. a one shot with the title “a beautiful mess” - the story can be anything but it has to relate to the title somehow. hope you’ll give it a try xx

Excerpt:  ‘Yeah, and maybe, if you want… for our kids?’

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Closer (Zoro x Reader) Soulmate AU


Word Count: 2350


You felt soft sunlight on your eyelids, filtered through cheap motel curtains. The smell of freshly made instant coffee—bitter but welcome nevertheless—roused you from sleep, though it was still not enough to mask the scent of the cigarette smoke that permeated the very walls of the place. But you didn’t mind. As far as mornings in motel rooms went, this was pretty close to perfect. Especially when said coffee was being brought to you by a half-naked man in grey sweats that left little to the imagination.

He set the coffee down on the stained nightstand, running one hand through still-damp green hair. You smiled sleepily up at him.

“Mmm, good morning,” you said.

“Morning,” he grinned back.

You sat up and stretched, sighing appreciatively as your joints popped. “What time is it?”

“Just after nine. We got plenty of time.”

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Do you think if I drink enough coffee I can transcend into an alternate universe where I've already studied for this exam and didn't wait for the last minute

Originally posted by jenesuispasunefilleparfaite

Snowing college au- In any universe (1/?)

The Snowing college au literally no one asked for!

David and Mary meet in a coffee shop on campus when David takes Mary’s usual table. Both are too stubborn to move.



Mary heaved a sigh as she pushed through the surprisingly heavy glass door. There was a slight chill in the air, but not enough to warrant a coat yet, she absentmindedly noted. One of her arms was laden with heavy books and several notebooks, but with her other she pulled out her phone ready to scan to pay for her coffee at the Starbucks on campus. She had only been at the college for a month but already the barista shot her a knowing smile.

The oldest woman took a dramatic look out of the window as though it was about to tell her something that wasn’t already abundantly obvious. “Let me guess, hot chocolate?”

“With cinnamon.” Mary smiled back though she didn’t really need to. She knew the older woman, who was known by the students so affectionately as ‘Granny’ that it was even on her name badge, would add it anyway. Mary mused about the oncoming assignments and papers she had to write, and knew she should probably call her stepmother back before she called her again, as she waited for her drink. She was so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t heard what Granny had said to her. “Pardon?”

“I said, your table’s taken.”

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Imagine meeting Juice for the first time.

“No,” you muttered as the screen of your laptop froze for a moment before going black. “No, no, no, no!”

You slammed the computer shut, slid it away from you in frustration and let your head fall onto the table in despair.

A waitress approached your table, pot of black coffee in her hand.

“Another refill?” she asked, gesturing to your empty cup with the pot.

You nodded glumly, thankful for this all-night diner and its free coffee refills. You were going to be here for a while, you knew that much. You had nearly finished your last essay for university. It was your last year and you only had a few more assignments to do and you were done, however your laptop had a tendency to crash and you didn’t have enough money to buy a new one yet.
The waitress filled your cup, flashed you a sad smile and went back to her job.

You took a deep, calming breath and dragged your laptop back to you. You opened it up and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. Trying to remain calm (and not freak out because this essay was due in two days’ time) you tried it again, yet still nothing.

You closed it again, accepting that it was a lost cause, and hung your head in your hands. You bit your lip hard and willed yourself not to cry. It was just an essay, you told yourself; you could write it again.

“Ya’ alright lass?” a deep, Scottish voice asked you. You lifted your head and your eyes, puffy from both lack of sleep and unshed tears, met with those of an elder man with grey hair, scars on his cheeks and a furrowed brow.

You nodded, but your mouth spoke without permission and your words betrayed you.

“No,” you told him and after that, it seemed the words just wouldn’t stop. “My laptop just crashed and I lost my whole assignment, which is due in two days, and of course I didn’t save it frequently because I was so engrossed in writing and getting it done that it didn’t occur to me to actually save my work and now this stupid machine won’t even turn on so now not only do I need to re-write the entire thing but I need to do it by hand.”

He stared at you in shock and you realised you had just unloaded everything on some random guy.

“I’m sorry,” you said, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “I don’t know why I just told you all that. I guess I’m just tired and frustrated.”

“It’s alright love,” he said with a smile. Something about him was comforting; he had a kind of fatherly vibe that made you feel more relaxed. “I know someone who might be able to help you out.”

And that’s how you ended up on the back of some guy’s motorcycle, at quarter-to-midnight, to go to some clubhouse that you didn’t even know existed until now.

Once you reached the clubhouse (which you recognised as Teller-Morrow, an auto shop) the man – who had, at some point, introduced himself as Chibs – took your laptop from you and led you inside the clubhouse.

It was not what you were expecting. You were expecting a lot of bikes and old dudes with huge beards. While there were a lot of bikes, and one really tall guy did have a huge beard, most of these guys looked to be not much older than you, maybe in their thirties, and the place was crawling with scantily clad women.

One guy whispered something into the ear of a brunette girl (who didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the girls here; she wasn’t dressed as scandalously and there was an air of importance around her) and then made his way over to you and Chibs. The man had blonde hair that was tied in a bun and some scruffy facial hair. You noticed one of the patches, on what Chibs had told you was called a ‘kutte’, that read President.

“Chibs,” the president greeted the man and eyed you cautiously.

“Jax,” Chibs replied with a nod.

“Who’s this?” the president, Jax, asked with a nod in your direction.

Chibs introduced you and told Jax what had happened with your computer and why he had brought you back here.

“I thought Juice might be able to take a look at it for her,” Chibs explained.

Jax nodded and turned back to the crowded room. He cupped his hands over his mouth and called out “Juicey!”

A head shot up from the crowd. The head, you noticed, bore a mohawk that was decorated at either side with what looked like some sort of tribal scalp tattoos. There was a girl in his lap but he gently lifted her off and made his way through the crowd to the three of you.

“Yeah Pres?” he asked Jax, a bright smile on his face.

You thought it probably wasn’t the best time, but you couldn’t help but admire how cute this guy Juice was. You were tired and upset and feeling completely over this day, but his smile alone made you want to smile right back. The way his eyes crinkled at the sides made your heart flutter; he looked much too sweet for this place.

Jax officially introduced you to Juice, who turned that megawatt smile towards you and held out a hand. You shook it, suddenly feeling shy, and pushed the thoughts of how nice his hands felt to the back of your mind.

“She’s having some computer troubles; think you could help?” Jax told him.

Juice’s face twisted in thought.

“I could try,” he said with a nod. “Do you know what the issue is?” he asked you.

You shook your head a little with a shrug.

“No, sorry. It’s just…old.” You said. “It died tonight and honestly, even if you could just get my data off it that would be enough.”

“It could just be the motherboard, but I’ll check it out.” He said with a nod. The smile was back when Chibs handed him the computer. He gestured to the computer in his hands. “I’ll be in my room if you guys need me.”

Jax then went back to the brunette girl and you told Chibs to go and enjoy himself, telling him that you’d be fine here on your own (you’d scream if you needed him).

After they were gone, you saw Juice walking down a hall and with only slight hesitation, you chased after him.

“Juice-” you reached a hand out to stop him and it landed on his bicep. You took it back quickly, slipping your hands into your pockets so you didn’t accidentally (or purposely) grope him again. “Sorry.” You said quickly. You didn’t want him to think you were some weirdo (at least not when you just met).

“It’s fine,” he grinned with a small shake of his head. “I have no objections to pretty girls touching me.” He added a teasing wink that sent a foreign, fluttering feeling throughout your body and a blush spread to your cheeks.

Not knowing how to respond, you ignored the compliment and continued with what you were originally going to ask him.

“Uh, anyway, I was just going to ask if you’d mind me watching you?” You asked and he raised an eyebrow at you. “While you fix my laptop, I mean.” The blush on your face deepened. “Pretty much my whole life is on that thing and I’d just feel better if I was there and could see what was happening. I mean it’s totally fine if you’d rather do it alone! You’re the one doing all the work, you probably don’t want distractions but I promise I won’t ask a lot of questions.”

You finally stopped rambling, cursing yourself for making an idiot out of yourself in front of the cute guy.

“Sure,” he said. “I’d love some company; as as many questions as you’d like.”

You smiled and followed him to his room. You did ask him questions, but he didn’t mind. He answered every one patiently and with words that you could understand, which you appreciated. At some point the conversation turned from computer parts to a mix of everything and anything. You told him about university, he told you about working at TM and so on and so forth. You found that you liked his company and secretly hoped this wouldn’t be the last time that you saw him.

The topic sling-shotted back to electronics quickly when the screen of your laptop lit up (after Juice taking it apart and putting it back together, adding a few of his own spare parts). He told you that he managed to save most of your essay (himself and autosave could only do so much) so you’d have to rewrite the last few chapters, but other than that everything was working and in tact. He had started to tell you what was wrong with it and how he fixed it when you cut him off with a happy squeal and slung your arms around his shoulders, enveloping him in a tight hug.

He chuckled and hugged you back.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you praised into his kutte.

“It’s no problem, really.” He replied, one hand resting on your back while the other rubbed it gently. His soft voice in your ear brought you back into reality and you let go of him like you’d been electrocuted.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, unable to meet his eyes. “I didn’t mean to hug you like that, I just-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence because Juice had covered your mouth with his own. The kiss was brief but sweet and when he pulled away, you saw that his face was as red as yours had been all night.

You stayed with him until the early hours of the morning, just talking and getting to know each other (with, unfortunately, no more kissing) until you were nearly dozing off beside him. He offered to drive you home and you accepted the offer gratefully.

You were sad to see him leave but all in all you were ecstatic; you had ended the night with a working laptop, your work nearly fully recovered, a new contact in your phone and a date set for next weekend. Yeah, you decided, this was a pretty good night.

Somewhere out there in the universe is a future me and she’s happily living her life, not giving a care about the past or of those who once disappointed her. She’s living her dream of fulfilling her career and has already traveled the world. She’s settled down in a city somewhere far away from here and has a quaint apartment to call her own. She never gets enough sleep, but damn is she living when she’s awake. The coffee never stops pouring, the music in her mind never stops playing, and she finds beauty in mornings with messy hair, smeared makeup, and the sounds of a newspaper as she turns its pages. In ten years from now someone will ask her what she wants more than life itself and she’ll tell them she doesn’t need anything because stardust is all she’s ever had and when she dies, it is all she will take with her. 

My weekly fanart got delayed due to me being sick. 

Eren/Levi fic rec list part two


The Force Shall Free Me

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there was a universe. This universe was comprised of two people and the Force.

There was a pickpocket, a Jedi, and two words.


There were three. Teen.

the methodology of not dating until you do

They’ve been getting coffee together every Tuesday and Thursday for the past six months. Teen.

an anthology of our miraculous future

Levi wonders what Eren sees when he looks at him. And then he wishes Eren was close enough to ask. After all, what good is New Year’s Eve when your boyfriend is too far away to kiss? Teen.


Beyond the Sea

“I’m a merman.”

The fishboy – merman – cocks its head. Levi supposes his head would be more applicable. Unless… “You’re a guy?”

“Well, I’m not a maid if that’s what you’re suggesting!” Explicit.

Stuck in the Middle With You

Eren hates theme parks. So, it only makes sense that when he boards a roller coaster with a man that seems to radiate annoyance, it gets stuck. Upside down. A hundred feet above the ground. Teen.

Give the Dog a Bone®

Levi was just looking for man’s best friend when he adopted the dog. What he got instead was man’s best wingman.

(or the AU where Levi’s dog tries to hump Eren every time it sees him) Explicit.


The one that’s not actually about grinding, but the rivalry between Eren ‘who owns a coffee shop’ Jaeger and Levi ‘who owns a tea shop’ Ackerman. They might fall in love along the way. Mature.


By the Light of the Moon

Growing up, Eren’s mother had told him he couldn’t go outside Shiganshina because his village was different from the rest of the world. She said the world wouldn’t understand him because he was special, and that made it dangerous. But Eren wanted to see what lies beyond the only place he’s ever known. He could never have imagined that one day his mother’s warning would be proved right in the most horrifying way, showing him the darkest side of the human world. Is Eren fated to spend his life as a caged animal? Mature.

An Exercise in Self-Restraint

Levi moves away from the only town he’s ever known, off to university and away from his two friends, Isabel and Farlan. Having roommates is a new experience, one that he thinks will be totally unpleasant, but when the last person to turn up is a gorgeous male omega, his perspective changes.

Unfortunately for him, it’s bad practice to fuck your flatmate. Levi has a tough year ahead. Explicit.


Playing Favorites

In which Levi seems determined to spoil Eren rotten, whether he likes it or not.

(For the record, Eren hadn’t expected his confession to lead to this sort of thing at all). Teen.

Perfect Freedom

Trust is not something that can come automatically; it has to be learned. Before Eren can expect to be trusted by his teammates, he has to learn to trust himself - and Levi is determined to help him. Teen.


Weak Knees

Levi still suffers chronic pain from the injury he sustained on the Fifty-Seventh Expedition even though he hides it well. He’s left both humiliated and frightened when the pain causes him to slip up during a training exercise. Rattled by the incident, he asks Eren to keep it between them and the shared secrecy reveals an unexpected intimacy in their relationship. Explicit.

Come Closer

Levi has a problem. Eren wants to help. Explicit.


River’s End

Levi and Eren grew up together as brothers. They were in love. That was all there was to it. Explicit.


Through the Kaleidoscope

Levi has filled his apartment with music time and time again, and yet it never reached the places Eren’s laughter seems to find. Teen.


The Piano Lessons

Levi is given the responsibility for Eren’s piano education and things go in the exact opposite direction. Not Rated.

Sails of Freedom

When Erwin takes over Levi’s ship and abandons him on an island, Levi is saved by a mermaid whom he presumes is the result of dehydration. Years later, he finds a mermaid eating potatoes in his storeroom, and shit hits the fan. Not Rated.


Wonderful Things

Through a ridiculous turn of events, a simple thug named Levi finds himself pairing up with archaeologist extraordinaire Eren Jaeger to find some of mankind’s most important artifacts. They might save the world and fall in love along the way. Teen.


No Such Thing As Fate

“You forgot,” he said, with a tone of sudden clarity. “Ah. So that’s why you called me captain.”

Reincarnation AU in which Eren and Levi never established a relationship in that other life. Explicit.


The Trials and Tribulations of Dating Your Daughter’s First Grade Teacher: The Levi Ackerman Story

Levi tries really, really hard not to fall for his daughter’s teacher. He fails. Teen.


After rejecting his sixteen year old neighbor seven years ago, Levi figured he would never see him again. So when Levi decides it’s time to get back in shape, it figures Eren would be his new personal trainer. Explicit.

Love’s a Menace

“Your favorite customer is here!” Hanji continued and damn them, Levi could practically hear their shit-eating grin. That could only mean one thing. Explicit.


Chasing Disaster

Eren crashes into Levi’s life. Literally. And he takes out a fence and a mailbox along the way. Teen.


Yellow Wall

After becoming enamoured with webcam model Levi Ackerman, Eren becomes a Camboy on the same website - undressing and performing for audiences on the internet. Eren builds up his fan-base, steadily getting more popular until Levi notices him, and scouts him for a joint Camshow. Explicit.



When he was younger Levi spent one unforgettable summer in Berlin - one month and a mistake later he goes and doesn’t look back.

Fast forward ten years and Levi is now a successful fashion photographer and Berlin is just one thing in a line of many he has managed to run from - except the past has a funny habit of never staying where it should and Eren Jaeger isn’t somebody content with just being a memory. Explicit.


Keep Your Head Up

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be at auditions, Levi acknowledges—if there’s anything that’s true about him, it’s that he will never do something unless he really wants to, on some level. ‘That’s the only stupid reason I said yes to this,’ he grouses, scowling. ‘Never should have watched Dr. Horrible with Erwin and Hanji that one time. Note to self: don’t let anyone know you like things. Liking things is stupid and gives people a way to exploit you because they know you want to do Dr. Horrible like nobody’s fucking business, and they were counting on that. Ugh. I hate them. I hate people.’

Enter a certain bright-eyed freshman who can’t seem to keep his mouth shut. Mature.


An Eternal Mystery

Frankfurt am Main 1871 - Prussia had won against France and everybody rejoiced. But Eren had no time to party, not when he was summoned to Regensburg in order to meet his half brother.

Little did he know that their encounter would change both of their lives. A blooming forbidden love in a time of upheaval, in between the unification of an empire and the dying dreams of a fairytale king. Explicit.


Keep it Down

The first time it happened, Eren was sleeping.

The second time it happened, Eren was skyping.

The third time it happened, Eren was ill.

The fourth time it happened, Eren was feeling more than a little stressed.

The fifth time it happened… well…

Or, the story of how Eren learns the name of the guy living above him because of the awkward loud sex he has. Explicit.



Single father Levi is left scrambling to find an after school daycare for his daughter, Mikasa, when his regular babysitter announces that her husband’s job is being relocated. The only problem - they’re all far more expensive than he can afford.

The solution to his dilemma comes in the form of a college student, Eren, who will do it for a fraction of the cost - as long as Levi will save him from a steady diet of ramen and pop-tarts by feeding him dinner every night before he leaves. Explicit.

Something To Be Thankful For

Eren would be perfectly happy if he was never invited to the Jaeger Family Thanksgiving again, and Mikasa knows someone that would be perfectly happy to help him. Mature.


The Boy in the Crystal

If Levi wasn’t mistaken, and he wasn’t, the green cloak made him a researcher like himself. Two thousand years ago, he had been looking outside the walls the way Levi was now looking in.

“What’s your story?” Levi asked the boy in the crystal. As expected, there was no response. He just hung there, eyes closed, heart beating but only just. Levi’s words reverberated around the cavern, resonated as a hum, and then fell silent. Teen.


Red Heat

Eren is one of the few Alphas who go into rut without the presence of an Omega in heat nearby, and after suppressing it for nearly two years, the drugs are no longer working. As a last resort he heads to an Omega refuge, hoping to find a suitable, but temporary, mate. When he finds one lost in a fatal ‘red heat’, he’ll do whatever it takes to ease his suffering. Explicit.

A Learned Misbehavior

Eren has been Levi’s student for a while now, and it’s obvious to Levi that the boy has feelings for him. He’s been keeping Eren at arms length, refusing to give in. Levi is married, and is Eren’s teacher. There are a thousand reasons he should keep saying no. But he doesn’t know how much longer he can carry on this way, because Eren has somehow wormed his way into Levi’s life, and it won’t be the same once those bright eyes aren’t looking at him anymore. Explicit.

Play You Like a Fiddle

Levi is a mafia boss, and there’s been a shady brunet nosing around his operation. When he pulls the kid in to interrogate him and find out who he’s working for, instead of the name of a rival group, Levi gets a love confession. Mature.


Warm Water

Levi’s shower breaks. Desperate measures ensue. Explicit.


Animal Instinct

Levi is sick of people and work and modern society, so he decides to take advantage of his cabin in the woods and live independently.

Things don’t go quite as planned. Explicit.



Levi is a cursed albino merman with a bad temper and a ticking time limit to his thirty year lifespan which is drawing dangerously close to its end. The remedy for his curse? True Love. No one thus far has captured the salty creature’s heart, that is until he lays eyes on a certain brown haired young man who is tasked with the impossible… Cleaning his tank. Not Rated.



The war is over. Humanity is free…

…except for Levi, whose medical complications lead to an amputation that leaves him feeling trapped, broken, and alone.

And he might have stayed there too, if it hadn’t been for a certain green-eyed soldier who was too stubborn for his own good. Not Rated.

Pitches In The Sun

The days are hot, the rehearsals are long, and if the woodwinds beat the brass in one more section challenge, brass captain Eren Jaeger just might punch the senior woodwind captain right in his smug little face - if he doesn’t end up kissing him first. A high-school!au detailing the drama of summer marching band. Teen.


No Sugar

“You’re the receptionist at the company my company just bought out and I’m here with my partners for the merger meeting so I feel awkward asking you out for coffee but here I am asking you out for coffee.” Except it all goes horribly wrong because, hello? Levi? _Flirting?? _Gen.


I’ll teach you (spin you around, won’t let you fall)

Squad Levi spends a day trying to teach Eren their favorite moves in the 3DMG and Eren gets his first impression of what their captain can really do in the air. Ten years later Eren returns the favor for some of the new cadets. Teen.

mama (baked you a pie and I fed you lies)

Eren and Levi spend a childhood sneaking around as friends, but Kuchel refuses to let them sneak around as boyfriends too. “I’ll handle your mother,” she says. Easier said than done, Eren thinks. Teen.


Ein Riese, der Fliegen Wollte

(In which Eren is not a human that can turn into a Titan, but a Titan that can turn into a human.) Explicit.

Fanfiction Gothic
  • It’s late. You know you should go to sleep, but you still click ‘next chapter’. You won’t stop. You can’t stop.
  • ‘I love AUs’, you say, as you open up a story set in high-school. Then one set in a coffee-shop. Soulmate marks. Mermaids. Hogwarts. So many alternate universes; the same characters and situations, repeated over and over. The characters wish they could be free.
  • ‘update soon plz’ the reviewer writes. You update as soon as you can. ‘update soon’ they say again. You update in mere minutes. Still; ‘update soon’. It will never be soon enough.
  • You’re trying to find stories about your favourite pairing, but they’re not very popular. There are so many other pairings. So many. You don’t think you’ve ever heard of any of them. Have you?
  • The characters finally begin to make-out. Their lips touch; their bodies embrace, limbs twisting. You follow the movements. Arms contort, legs bend, spine distorts. Their bodies should be broken, yet somehow, they are not.
  • You post a new chapter. There are no comments, no kudoses, no favourites. Yet, your follower count rises. They are watching you.
  • ‘Just a little one-shot’, the author’s note says. They have only one shot to get this right.
  • You tab into a new fic. It makes no sense; you can’t understand it. It’s written in an old tongue, with grammar so arcane and ancient that your eyes begin to bleed. 
Vernon/OFC: Trying to get rid of a random boy hitting on her

Genre: Fluff/Romance

Word Count: 983

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female

Your dress is pretty. Blue really suits you, especially at night.

You think so? She typed back, secretly darting her eyes back and forth across the coffee brewery. It was one of the very few public places they could sneak off to. They always showed up one after the other, her usually studying there earlier to wait. Other people were studying as well, consisting of a hodgepodge of foreign students from the Women’s University and various elderly who wanted their evening tea. 

Where are you, anyway?

You’ve looked everywhere but forward, sweetheart.

She dumbly looked up from her phone, only to meet the bright eyes of her boyfriend.  He was in the direct opposite corner of hers, but the shop was intimate enough that she could make out the crinkles in his white dress shirt. It didn’t help that the warm fairy lights were illuminating the shop like Neverland, her stomach was doing backflips.

Hello, handsome. She texted, admiring the way the cut of his stage outfit accentuated his shoulders. She watched Vernon’s eyes bug out from her reply, highlighted by the screen of his phone. He looked up, cheeks pink, and smiled shyly. Should I come over this time?  

No, I’ll come.

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Thank you so much for tagging me @salviarose

Name: Elizabeth

Nicknames: Zab

Zodiac Sign: taurus

Height: 5′2″

Orientation: pansexual

Ethnicity:  american

Favourite Fruit: cantaloupe (although im slightly allergic lol)

Favourite Season: winter

Favourite Book: Room by Emma Donague

Favourite Scent: oranges, roses, dark chocolate, linen 

Favourite Colour: i love everything in the orange - pink range <3

Favoirite Animal: octopus 

Coffee/Tea/Hot Chocolate: coffee all day every day

Average Hours of Sleep: not enough like 6-7 hours usually

Cat/Dog Person: i love both, but prefer kitties 

Favourite Fictional Characters: yuri plisetsky (yuri!!! on ice), lapis lazuli (steven universe), GLaDOS (portal and portal 2), rick sanchez (rick and morty), eleven (stranger things)

Number Of Blankets You Sleep With: two

Ideal Trip: couch crashing in european cities, staying with locals, doing what the locals do <3


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anonymous asked:

Coffee shop idea: Person A - Underfell Papyrus and B- A sweet OC guy, like a cross between Thomas Sanders and Steven Universe. Papyrus can be a crabby tsundra to his heart's content while guy B smiles, rolls with the punches and tries to subtly teach Papyrus how to make coffee without burning the cafe down.

Since you said OC I gave him a name.  His name is Asher/Ash.

Post-Pacifist Cafe AU


Red was fed up he couldn’t take Boss laying around the house all day complaining about whatever injustice he deemed important enough. It had been an entire week since Boss had left their home, and it was not only getting on Red’s nerves but also worrying him. Boss is a very outgoing and sociable monster, it’s strange to see him isolating himself like this. So with Frisk’s help, he got Boss a job application for the local cafe and filled it out for him.
The next day Boss found himself in a small room filled with chairs and booths. One wall was a giant window that let in very bright sunlight and the whole place smelled like coffee and peach cobbler.

“How can I help you?”  The man behind the counter smiled.

“OH YES!  I NEEDED TO TURN THIS APPLICATION IN!”  Boss’ voice was far too loud for the tiny shop but the man didn’t seem to mind.

“Okay, then I can take that.  My mom owns the place so If you let me look at it I can tell you if you are accepted”  Boss looked over at the menu behind the man to avoid actually looking at him as he handed the man his resume.  He went to wait in a booth and pulled out his phone.

Boss: You lied to me!!!

Red:  What the he// are you talking about?  Lied about what?  You have to be more specific.

Boss:  About this job!!  You said it was a place where the worst of the worst congregate.  There are only soccer moms here and someone else.

Red:  Do you know how many hackers go there?  Wait… 0_0 someone else?

Boss:  Don’t try and change the subject!!!

Red:  I’m not, you are.  So, tell me who else is there?

Boss:  It is none of your business.  Besides, I saw them first!!!

Red:  Ohhh ;) you must really like this one!  Are they hot?

Boss:  Goodbye Brother!!!

Before Boss set down his phone he was sure to put it on vibrate.  It seemed as if it was just in time too because the man from behind the counter was coming his way.

“It seems that everything was in order on your application and that note on the back was very convincing.  Can I ask who wrote it, Papyrus?”  The man smiled kindly and talked in a low, quiet voice.  Boss assumed he should mimic it in this small room.

“I was not made aware of any note.  Let me see the application.”

“Here you are.  My name is Asher by the way.  You can just all me Ash.”  Boss couldn’t help but glance up from the note written in red marker on the back of the application.  He nearly found himself blushing from the sweet smile he found on Ash’s face.  “Oh, I completely forgot to ask do you have some kind of nickname?”

“Yes, I do, the people that know me may call me Boss.”  Ash Laughs a little at the name.

“Well, I guess that makes me Boss’ boss.”  Ash laughs more at his own joke.  “I have to go grab your stuff from behind the counter.  You should be able to start in three days.”  Ash rushes off into the back room leaving Boss confused as to why he wasn’t even a little angry at the play on words.  If anyone else tried that he would have been yelling long before now.  But for some reason, he didn’t think it was all that terrible.  “I’m back,”  Ash handed him a uniform and name tag.  “Now be sure to be here on Tuesday!”  Asher grabbed Boss’ hand and helped pull him out of the booth and escorted him to the door.  “Have a great day!”

Boss had no idea how to respond to any of this.  It was so strange to not know what to do.  Normally he was so in control nothing surprised the great and terrible Papyrus.  His train of thought was interrupted when he felt his phone go off.  Boss pulls out his phone and checks his messages.  Apparently Red had been texting him for some time.

Red: Come on just tell me I’m sure they have to be smoking to get you to even look at them.

Red:  Don’t just leave me in suspense

Red:  Fine don’t tell me

Red:  Forget I said anything

Red:  Did you get jumped???

Red:  Are you seriously going to make me come find you?????

Red:  … Jerk

Boss was tempted to not reply and let his brother worry a while longer but decided he was in a good mood so he would respond.

Boss:  No I did not get jumped and in case you were curious I got the job.

Red:  That’s good. Soooooo about that one you didn’t want to tell me about

Boss:  Brother stop!

Red:  If you don’t tell me I will show up and find out for myself.

Boss:  His name is Asher and you will not show up at my place of work EVER!

Red:  ;)

Boss: And don’t think I didn’t see what you put on the back of my application!

Red:  haha

Boss:  We will talk about that later.

The rest of the walk was relatively uneventful and left Boss alone with his thoughts.  By the time he was home though he was no closer to making sense of anything.