#not a coffee shop au surprisingly enough

[shirocomplex]

I Still Fall For You (Like Suns do for Skies)

| Voltron | Sheith | 4.7k | T | Coffee Shop, Domestic Fluff, Post-Canon fix-it |

For Adodd_Arts on Twitter, written for the 2022 Sheith Secret Santa. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! Credit for the Spacebucks design goes to @mumbling-canadian-fiction, thank you for your help with the banner!

Summary:

The war is over, but Keith and Shiro find themselves busier than ever. Between the newly reformed Blade of Marmora and the Atlas, there is no shortage of work.

So when Hunk invites them to his newly opened cafe, Keith and Shiro take the opportunity for a well deserved break.

Together.

Read it on AO3!

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 25 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

“Surrender to me. I will eat this sweet pussy every morning for breakfast. I will be your slave.”

You don’t believe him, of course, but there is a growing desperation in his pleas that fills you with warning. He’s been patient with you, but you wonder if someday this man will not snap.

He has you tied up again.

You’d watched him produce the red ropes earlier with resignation, but surprisingly, no fear. You realize that you have arrived at a place of relative numb, where you have accepted he will not satisfy you without your submission, but you trust him not to really hurt you.

Drive you absolutely batshit insane, maybe. But not hurt you.

You’ve had time to think about it, and you know there are so many things he could have done by now to really win your compliance. He could have beat you. Starved you. Drugged you. All the usual dirty tricks men have used to keep independent women in line over the millennia.

He has not so much as spanked you, really, except for that once the other day, and even you know that had been child’s play.

More and more, you have come to understand that this man has been through it. He’s told you more about his brutal past, curled up with his head in your lap, spilling his soul to you while you stroked his dark hair. You have discovered that once he feels safe, the taciturn Mr. Wick actually has a lot to say.

If you hadn’t been sleeping beside him, the signs of PTSD might have escaped your notice. But after over a week in his non-stop company, you have woken beside him when he’s riddled with night terrors, his strong hands gripping your body hard enough to leave bruises. Sometimes he zones out, and you know he's not really seeing the room you're in. 

After hearing about his training (as a fucking child soldier!) and the things he had to do to survive over the years working for the Bratva, trapped in a cycle of violence he had little power to escape or control, you honestly think it’s a miracle that he’s come out of it as intact as he has—and goddamn if there isn’t a part of you that wonders if you cannot bring him back.

You should know better by now, than to think you can fix a man with your love. It’s a mistake you’ve made before, in your younger years, and you should know that nothing lies down that path but disappointment and heartbreak. But…what else do you have to do with your time?

Take up knitting?

You had watched him with a distant fascination, as he looped your wrists in the cord, securing them with beautiful knots before affixing your spread arms to the metal headboard. You had thought the curled iron design of the bed to be very pretty, but now you understand the form of it is perfect for knotting ropes in various positions.

You’re not sure how long he’s been torturing you with his tongue, bringing you right to the edge licking your clit with his fingers buried inside you, before withdrawing right at the last moment. He always fucking knows, even when you do your best to remain still as a stone. You have been going through your days in a constant state of low-burning arousal, perpetually wet with slick and uncomfortably swollen. You feel where his body has been every time you sit down, keenly aware of what he’s done, and what he hasn’t allowed you.  

“My poor darling,” he continues to taunt you, taking a break to nip at the inside of your thigh, your soft flesh already riddled with little bruises. “Why do this to yourself, when with three little words I could set you free?”

You cannot hold in your ragged sigh. “It’s kind of nostalgic really, just like my first boyfriend in high-school. Getting fucked constantly with no real hope of satisfaction…”

Wick responds to this with a snarl, the way you knew he would. Jesus Christ but his teeth are sharp. Suddenly he sucks at your clit with a vengeance, making you squirm and cry out in surprise. Of course he stops before you even have the chance to make use of the friction.

“I do not want to hear about the other men you’ve had in your life,” he cautions you. “I’m the only one who counts now.”

“Could have fooled me.”

When he gets on his knees with a dark look, you do feel some satisfaction. You’ve learned if you piss him off enough, he’ll try to punish you by taking his pleasure and leaving you hanging. At this point, you’re just relieved that it’s over.

“That smart mouth needs filling,” he growls, guiding his tip to your lips, and you let him fuck your face, sucking his glans messily with a swirl of your tongue the way you’ve learned drives him mad. The only time he catches a hint of teeth is not your fault, but his, in his enthusiasm for trying to shove his cock down your throat. It’s not long before he cums, spilling hot seed across your tongue. Some of it dribbles down your chin, and he wipes it across your lips with narrowed eyes, daring you to spit it out.

You’re foolhardy, but you’re not stupid. You lap it from his finger like a good girl, watching the post-orgasm glaze take over his midnight dark eyes.

The monster will be sated, for a little while.

You’ve bought yourself time, but no real relief.

[icarusredwings]

Finding home Au things that are canon (because I said so, and it's MY au so I can do whatever I want. Send me headcanons, and I'll approve them)

Gambit just got back from the void so he's just now meeting everyone. He looks a little different from how they remember since their gambit really was never a full team mate and rather then just some guy that helped Logan a couple of times. This being said hes meeting Rouge as a 35 year old linguistics teacher for a bunch of brats, flirting with her in the halls, trying to impress her all the time, etc. He wanted to have a cool class like how to use a Bo staff or tutor energy weilding kids but instead got stuck with sex ed. Because of this, he now makes a ton of jokes to Rouge about it (she's across the hall) but actually is really excited to start his cooking elective class this coming fall when he's considered a real team member.

Ororos heals click in the hall like they did when you were a kid and you could tell the principal is coming. She's almost always with a tea or a coffee, walkie talkie and keys jingling. She's very sweet but kids shit their pants if sent to Mrs. Munroes office, meanwhile Mr. Summers office is a nothing, just a lecture and a slap on the wrist. Aint no one actually scared of lasik because they know thw worst theyll get is community work for a couple of weeks but they ligit cry the second theyre sent to munroe's (especially if they know theyre guilty of a big prank or something)

The school gives out free hygiene products and depending on what you need you can special request it.

If students get too angry they are sent to Piotr's art room for art therapy. He surprisingly is very artistic and chill.

Forges shop class is working on a car with no weight limit and that can handle their heavy hitters (Colossus and Wolverine) both in the same car (most bust) as well as a car made from plastic recycling. They're working on it. Its only blown up once!!

Gambit makes breakfast for the staff and some students of they beg enough. He keeps bringing Rouge the first cup of coffee from the pot and has made her pancakes shaped like hearts multiple times. Watching her stab them and smother them make him... giggle helplessly.

Gambit🤝Watching their love intrests viscously stab and rip apart their meals with a boner wishing it was them🤝Wade

He's very respectful towards her, though and sometimes is a bit (COUGH a lot COUGH) of a kiss ass.

Hank's students have blown up the lab at least 4 times by now. One of those times was Wades fault for touching stuff he wasn't supposed to.

Kurt is very glad that Wade has taken over his Duel weaponry/swordsman class, so now he has time to start working out a pitch for a world's religion class+ sunday school. He still runs a fencing club, though.

Peter (quicksilver) has tried so many different positions, including music teacher of all different instruments. Now he just kinda lounges around in the game room and speed cleans the mansion after each day in like 2 minutes flat. Imagine being paid a full salary just for 2 minutes of work? And you get to live somewhere for free and play games all day? Fuck yeah.

Positions I've been thinking about:

Beast (Dr. Henry "Hank" McCoy) is the Vice-Principal, so he does orientation. He has multiple science classes, including biophysics, and has electives in philosophy and poetry.

Colossus (Piotr Rasputin) is an art teacher and handles art therapy

Gambit (Remy LeBeau) runs a sex-ed class and is hoping to soon get approved to run a cooking class next semester.

Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner) has a fencing elective as well as a religion class, sunday school, and sometimes helps Morph with drama/theater. (Ex duel weaponry instructor)

Rogue (Anna Marie) is a Linguistics teacher who drabbles in social science. “Diction and Linguistics, with Professor Rogue” She can teach just about any language, but russian/german/ french/ spanish and Japanese are her main ones. She's who you go to if you dont understand English and need help. Almost all foreign students have her.

Cyclops (Scott Summers) is the headmaster. He has classes in Geometry, has an elective for leadership and communications (PFFT) as well as being the schools mobility/disability specialist. He, of course, specializes more with children who have trouble with their eyesight.

Storm (Ororo Munroe) is the Headmistress. She has an Environmental Science and Political Science class as well as a multi cultural elective.

Shadowcat (Katherine "Kitty" Pryde) has a comp-sci class and runs an ethics class.

“Ethics 101: Forgetting Everything You Ever Learned From Emma Frost, with Professor Pryde.”

Wolverine (Logan Howlett) is a(n occasional hand to hand combat/ martial arts) PE instructor. (Ex History teacher)

Jubilee is the schools event organizer, event coordinator, event manager, and more broadly, event professional, the ‘hip’ school counselor. "Activities Director & Counselor"

Morph is the director of drama acting and disguises (duh)

Laura is a graduating student In training under the Wolverine (Gabby is a student and is too young to be an understudy)

Yukio graduating student In training Under Storm or Rouge (I can't decide)

Negasonic teenage warhead (Ellie) graduating student In training under Jean Grey.

Mr. Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Is in training under Colossus. Duel weaponry/ swordsman tactics class instructor (plus whatever Logan's doing, he's very nosey and WILL cause issues if bored)

Jean Grey is an english teacher, has a class on psychology, and drabbles in physics.

Ice man (Bobby) is the school financal advisor/accountant and runs a business elective class.

Forge is a Shop teacher.

Quicksilver (Peter maximoff) Janitor, housekeeping, music teacher, replaced original Logan as PE teacher for a while, target practice, teaches fast kids how to avoid running into walls, always in the game room, stock/ errand boy, gets bored super quickly, sports instructor, Read almost all the books in the library, likes swimming, mainly just lays around waiting for something fun to do, his father causes trouble sometimes which he thinks is entertaining but also hella embaressing.

I'm unfortunately left without a history teacher, so shoot me any ideas :)

[qinluofu]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤrhodochrosite 🫧 shidou ryusei x gn!reader

in which shidou tries his best to comfort you from your toxic ex rin + asshole rin is very real in this au so beware

sfw work + 400++ wc

"it's me or them"

You couldn’t even look at Rin, trying to hold your tears. You could feel his gaze upon you, as you waited for an answer.

Rin sighs, “don’t make this difficult for me”

“I just want to know”, in your heart you already knew a definitive answer, you just wanted to hear him say it, say it so you can know he doesn’t love you, so you can move on

“I’d choose them”

And that’s all you needed to hear to never look back at him ever again.

You know that feeling when something heavy falls onto your stomach and you start crying uncontrollably? Yeah something like that

During the first day, you lay in bed all day with no appetite for any food and especially the pastries from the coffee shop just down the street (he always bought you the egg tarts). You kept checking for your messages, never blocking Rin just to see what he had to say, staring at the chat histories.

During the second day, everything sinks down to you and you realize you have lost the only person that cared about you. Were you really not enough? You tried to find fault in everything, everyone, but at the end there was still no one by your side.

During the third day, you felt rage inside you. You wanted to ruin his football career, you wanted to ruin his new partner, you almost could feel the motivation to get out of bed and properly confront him, to get the closure you deserved.

because rin isn’t the type of person to just cheat out of nowhere. because rin isn’t the type of person to be able to fake his love for someone for 5 years because you can’t accept the fact that he doesn't want you anymore

shidou knocks on your door. he knows your home, he knows you broke up with rin, he knows your sad.

despite his external layer of brassiness he knows well that its time to invade your personal space and rescue you from the pits of your bed before you suffocate of emotional damage.

shidou has to juggle between beating rin up or giving you a hug, beating rin up can satisfy his personal needs but might intensify your sadness so the latter seems more promising.

you slowly opened the door after knowing it was him after seeing the cameras and he nervously holds out his hands to embrace you, unsure if you would accept his hug.

surprisingly you didn't push him away. his hug felt warm, warmer and more sincere than any hug rin itoshi could ever give you. shidou slowly closed the door and coo's at your crying.

"everything's gonna be fine from now on."

a/n: there's gonna be a part2, i think.. this has been sitting in my drafts for a considerable time so i hope this was fine to read

[kevinsdsy]

THE TROJANS SOCIAL MEDIA AU HEADCANONS pt. 1

laila dermott

laila dermott is muslim!! i've had this headcanon since i read the king's men for the first time in 2019 hehe and now is my time to push it.

nabil & laila are besties. they're both muslim and both in same-sex relationships which leads to them having an understanding of each other like no one else on the team could have with them.

ntm laila fr was his standing pillar when he was figuring out his sexuality

nabil mahmoud

nabil is gay!! which is something he really had to deal with and accept due to him being muslim too (bc what am i without the religious trauma due to sexuality lore)

nabil and tony are dating each other in the socmed au!! even without the au i would like to believe and headcanon there's something happening there :))

i've written a bit more about them in another headcanon post tho.

antonio "tony" jones

tony is what like a year or two older than the rest? he's an assistant and i'm not sure how old they're supposed to be in the book tbh so i would like to think it's possible or he's an intern (i love him being an intern either way tho so i'm very much leaning into that one)

jeremy knox

JEREMY KNOX USED TO PLAY FOOTBALL (soccer), but due to him playing so aggressively and due to him always being guilty of too many fouls he switched to exy :))

cody winter

cody doesn't know what sleep is and they don't care to find out. they're living on like 2 to 4 hours a sleep a night and surprisingly enough it works for them too.

cody is also SUPER competitive which is why they have managed to be part of the captain gc. their competiteviness has led to them pushing the backliners as much as cody can and the backliners actually listen to them too.

shawn anderson

oh shawn. shawn shawn shawn.

you were supposed to be no one. a random guy on the team.

you exist to me now. i feel like i could make a whole post about just him atp.

shawn was supposed to be comedic relief for the posts i felt were too out of character for the rest of the team LMAOO, but now he actually has a personality (to me)

shawn works a part time shop at a café. even though he's surrounded by coffee at all times and drinks so much of it he's the sleepiest guy to ever exist.

like that man gets about 8 hours a sleep every day and still takes nap, but still ends up with bags under his eyes.

he's always tired for some reason and everyone is so used to it atp. like he will ALWAYS sleep on the bus/airplane, no matter how long the drive/flight is.

but when he's finally awake he's so hyper. he says the silliest things. repeats the same phrases over and over again and has about zero filter.

most of the time the zero filter has to do with the fact he speaks before he thinks. it even catches himself off guard sometimes.

i feel like this is too long and we haven't even gotten into jean and shawn dynamic so i'm just gonna cut it off here and they’ll get another part i think

derrick allen

bro we don't even know who derrick is, but apparently he's someone to me now too.

this man has crazy attachment issues, but is also the biggest simp for shawn too.

he likes going around kissing shawn and making out with shawn, but whenever shawn mentions something serious derrick acts like it's just a joke. which i guess is easy to do, because shawn is always treating everything as a joke anyways. except he's really not trying to when it comes to derrick.

jean falls victim to shawn ranting and crying about derrick. so jean respectfully ignores derrick til he gets his shit together.

and i just realised i have SO MUCH to say about derrick and shawn too so let me cut myself off.

derek thompson

same as shawn and derrick. derek is supposed to be a no one, but here i am and suddenly derek is being perceived by me too

SOOO derek was supposed to be like the third party with derrick and shawn. it was supposed to be the three of them flirting and making out and being little shits but then y'all were asking about derrick & shawn and i decided yk what let's do it. then later the short oneshot was written by oomf and derek got mentioned as the one shawn is in love with and i was like oh... i fucked up the dynamic. but in another universe it would've been the three of them ig

ANYWAYYSS derek takes medication. i haven't really decided on what kind of medications, but while thinking about him i always imagined either depression or adhd or both idk

and i have so many more headcanons for the au, but this is too long so i´ll post part 2 another time :))

[kiss-me-cill-me]

Cup of Coffee and a VHS | Pt. 4

Start with Pt. 1 HERE! ~ Jump back to previous Pt. 3 HERE!

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader Coffee Shop!AU

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut below the cut, very light manhandling, dirty talk, praise, overall just gentle Neil being an adorable dork

A/N: This is sort of a bonus chapter that is just pure fluffy smut. There is no plot to be found, so if you were here for the story and not the smut, you can safely skip this entire part. But if you are here for the smut, welcome lol. Either way, thank you to everyone for your support on this fluffy little story! I had a lot of fun writing it and am kind of sad it's over, but this is definitely not the last of Neil that you'll be seeing from me ;)

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

The walk to Neil’s house was short, but felt like an eternity. It was you who did most of the teasing that made the journey so painfully long. 

Neil tried to put his arm around your shoulder as you walked, and you shoved a hand into his back pocket. At least three separate times, you made him pull over so you could kiss him and run your hands over any and all parts of his body you could reach. It was probably a relief for him when you finally made it to his front porch; he had been walking hunched over for the last five minutes, trying in vain to hide his erection. 

As soon as Neil had the lock undone, you were pushing him inside, barely taking time to kick the door closed behind you. You had never visited Neil’s house before, but it was easy enough to find your way to the living room and shove him down onto the sofa. He sat up, resting his back against the cushions.

“Wow - you’re, ah, eager,” Neil laughed, watching as you climbed to sit on top of him.

“Mm-hmm” you hummed, already starting to unbutton his flannel.

You had both shed your winter gear and boots in the course of finding your way to the couch, but Neil’s shirt was still in the way. You’d managed to pull off your own top already, and Neil’s fingers ghosted over your skin as you straddled him.

“We can stop if you want,” you whispered, pausing after you’d popped the last button.

“No! No, no,” Neil said hurriedly. “I just… didn’t realize you liked me this much.”

His eyes were bright even in the dark - you hadn’t bothered to flip on any of the lightswitches - and they looked up at you now, practically swimming with desire. 

“Well, good,” you murmured. “Because I don’t really want to stop.”

Neil swallowed heavily, and you reached back to unclasp your bra. His eyes followed your movements, widening when the garment dropped away.

“Also, I’m cold from being outside,” you complained.

As if to prove your point, you placed your frigid hands on Neil’s bare skin, gripping his sides lightly where his shirt had fallen open.

“Jesus Christ!” Neil gasped, jumping from your icy touch. “I mean, ah… c’mere; I’ll warm you up.”

He was learning, slowly but surely, how to take a hint. Neil held your wrists and brought your fingers up to his lips, kissing them. His warm breath felt nice, and you melted a little as he pressed a kiss to each of your fingers. He gently placed your hands flat on his chest, letting go to wrap his arms snug around your hips as he pulled you closer to him.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, lips brushing against yours.

You nodded. Neil’s hands traveled up your sides, pausing to hold onto the narrowest point of your waist. You ground your hips down onto his, biting at his lip as you did, causing his fingers to tighten momentarily. Then he continued, letting his hands wander until they had cupped your breasts. His fingers were surprisingly warm as they squeezed you, and you felt yourself moan against his mouth.

You brought your own hands up to push Neil’s flannel further off his shoulders, kneading and feeling up his arms as you made out. Sighing, you pulled away to take a deeper breath of air, and Neil’s hands snaked around to your back, pressing you closer as he kissed the hollow between your breasts. He was so gentle; sensual even amidst your desperation to tear him out of his clothes.

Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you, Neil stood up and carried you with him. Your legs wrapped, shakily, around his waist. You kissed him again as he carried you through the house, finally letting you fall gently onto his mattress. His sheets were a mess, you noticed, like he hadn't bothered with making the bed this morning.

Neil shrugged the rest of the way out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. You scrambled to unbutton your jeans, and Neil helped you out of them, fingers raking down your legs as he pulled off the tight fabric. He fell down to kiss at your collar bone, then let his lips wander all over your body. His hands found your thighs, and he pulled you a little closer to his hips at the edge of the bed. Your back arched.

“It’s cute how you get all excited when I throw you around,” he muttered.

The feel of his lips against your skin made you squirm when he spoke. You felt a brief flash of embarrassment that he had noticed the way being carried and pulled turned you on, but the feeling quickly faded. You did like the way he handled you, gentle but authoritative. Neil slipped a finger under the hem of your panties. 

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

“Yes,” you sighed, lifting your hips to make it easier for him to slide them down.

Now, you were completely naked. Neil took a moment to look down at you, erection still straining uncomfortably against his pants. He stared directly at your core, and even in the dim light you could see the way his eyes glistened darkly at the sight of it.

“Remember when I said you were pretty earlier?” Neil breathed.

You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed all over again. Neil was a bit more assertive in the bedroom than you had anticipated he would be. It was a welcome surprise, but it had you flustered. Maybe it was just the way that you had already started to fall apart at the feel of his strong hands all over your body that gave him the confidence. 

You heard the sounds of Neil shuffling out of his pants, a condom wrapper tearing, and then felt his palm spread your legs open just a little wider, making space for his hips to slot between yours.

You peered out from behind your fingers, and then lowered them from your face. Neil was fumbling in the dark, trying to line himself up. Suddenly, he slipped an arm under your waist and pulled you up, flipping so that he was beneath you. You could feel him pressing up against your folds, not quite pushing into you yet.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby,” Neil purred, and you melted a little more.

You lowered yourself down onto him, sighing as he split you open. He was bigger than you had anticipated, too, and it took you a moment to adjust. 

“Oh, Neil,” you breathed, as he finally slipped fully inside of you.

Neil reached up to hold the back of your neck and pull you down into a kiss. When he broke away, he murmured softly against your lips.

“Love the way your pussy feels, wrapped around me.”

“Mmm, yeah. Feels good,” you agreed, humming.

“Want me to move?” Neil asked.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak anymore. He felt amazing, just filling you up like this. When he held you and helped you to bounce up and down - measured but powerful, his hips thrusting up to meet you whenever he pulled you in - you felt yourself starting to go weak in his arms.

“Neil…” you whispered.

“Hm?’

“Want you on top of me.”

You didn’t have to ask twice. Neil flipped you over again, not bothering to pull out as he pressed you into the mattress. One of his hands bent your leg to the side, guiding you softly open so that he could hit a different angle. The spot he was rubbing inside drove you crazy, and you threw your head back with every slow, rhythmic thrust.

“Love how you’re squeezing me,” gasped Neil.

You hadn’t been doing it consciously, until now, but you clenched your muscles and Neil groaned in ecstasy. That was more like how you’d imagined he’d sound in bed. Desperate. Needy. And like he just might fall apart at any second. You squeezed him again. 

“Fuck, baby, you don’t want me to last long, do you?”

The strain in Neil’s voice had you purring; bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck as he held you still and kept pressing into you. He was going slow, but every drag of his hips made you claw at him, desperate for the pressure.

“Ah! Heh, jeez, your feet are cold, too,” Neil laughed, jumping again as your toes brushed against his leg.

He reached to pull the covers over you, wrapping the two of you up in a bundle of warm limbs and breathy moans. You held onto him even tighter.

“Neil, m’close,” you whined.

“Me too.”

He didn’t change his pace at all as he continued to press into you, one hand back on your leg tracing soft circles; the other resting by your arm, caging you slightly. Every thrust hit that spot inside of you - the one that made you cross your eyes and curl your toes.

“Neil,” you gasped. 

“Mm, say my name when you come, baby.”

And you did, a little louder and more desperately than you had intended to - but Neil only seemed to drink it up. His hips started to stutter as you squeezed him even tighter. Finally, Neil thrust deep inside you, and moaned as his orgasm overtook him.

Neil pulled away from you to breathe heavily, propping himself with his arms while you were both still tangled up in the sheets. You pulled him back down to give him a kiss, and he moved his hand up your leg, past your hip, before finally coming to rest at your waist. 

“You warm enough?” Neil nestled both of you into the blankets as he spoke.

“Mmmm.”

“So, does this mean you owe me a drink, or I owe you a movie?” he joked.

You were slightly breathless, too, but you pulled together enough stamina to quip back.

“Neil, are you insinuating that you want to pay me for sex?” you teased.

“Hey, VHS tapes aren’t legal tender or anything. I think it would hold up in a court of law.”

“Hm, I’m pretty sure you owe me a movie then.” Your head pressed back into his pillow as your eyes drifted shut before continuing. “But this time you should watch it with me.”

“Whatever gets me an excuse to see you,” Neil teased, kissing the tip of your nose.

“Neil, you can see me anytime you want,” you laughed, eyes cracking open to look at him.

“Good.”

Neil’s arms wrapped around you, holding you softly as his warm breath tickled your face. You felt his weight as he sank down just a little more, getting comfortable. His lips pressed a lazy kiss against your cheek, once, twice, three times. You smiled, imagining all of the passions that you and Neil had left to share.

[theragathas]

WELCOME TO THE RAGAVERSE!!

WE SPEND TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS BLOG, PLZ ASK OUR RAGATHAS ANYTHING (as long as it is not nsfw, question that is suggestive or sfw are fine)

Amanda (From Mafia x Coffee Shop AU)

One has to be cold and brash in a job like hers, however that doesn't mean they can't be nice as well! Amanda's the type to switch from calm and collected and harsh and deadly at the drop of a hate. Who says hopeless romantics can't make it look like an accidental?

Cleric!Ragatha (From Dungeons of Dragons AU)

As a follower of the god of justice Tyr, she knows the right path no matter what rules one has to break to give proper punishments for those who deserve it. But that doesn't mean she's the BEST at giving advice. Of course, when you're forced with necromancy powers, who would be?

Ragavamp (From Supernatural AU)

She is THE most unhinged out of all of the Ragathas. This half abstracted vampire like variation of the ragdoll has a very inconsistent personality. She goes from conscious, to rambling, to cryptic, to even acting similar to Kinger. Although she tries to be presentable, her need for blood as to stop abstracting isn't exactly the most likable thing

Sinful!Ragatha (From Sinful Circus AU)

One word to describe Sinful! is: Depressed wet dog. She's clumsy, accident prone, and easily harmed. She pretends that everything's fine but it's REALLY NOT FINE. It's actually really sad sometimes to see her just take the brunt of anything and everything that she endures, and there's a reason she has a satchel of needle and thread in a bag where ever she goes

Swap!Ragatha (From Swap AU)

Chubby and mean, Swap is basically the Jax in the room. She constantly plays pranks, bullies, and torments anyone around her. She uses her looks to control the AI jester of her world so she could get away with all of it too. Having a bit of a surperiority complex, there's nothing she won't do just for any sort of reaction- inlcuding things that end with her getting harmed

BlossomCloud (From Warriors Cat AU)

She was once a clan cat but now she live comfortably with her wife and her other friends in a human house, proud mother of six kits. She is one of the most friendly Ragatha, maybe a bit too much.

LC (From The Literal Circus AU)

An acrobatic and a trapeze artist in the circus, she is the Ragatha that worries a lot while pretending everything is fine. She is a great listener but she didn’t get paid enough for listening people’s trauma.

Red (From Red Riding Hood AU)

Quiet huntress, Red with her trusty shotgun roamed the nearby forest. She was never the type to socialize, hence why she lived alone with her wolf.

Gluttony (From Circus of Hell AU)

One of the seven deadly sin but was surprisingly a people pleaser. Her nice attitude didn’t quite match up with her status, neither does her looks.

Hades (From the Goddess AU)

Goddess of the underworld, despite being a god, she is quite close to morals. Hades is a calm and gentle goddess who loved her wife deeply.

Mafia (From Mafia x Pimp AU)

Mafia is a brutal and selfish person but she often mask it with sickly sweet words or tones as to not scare others away from her. She is the only one that haven’t get together with their AU’s Pomni.

Agatha (From Country City Girl AU)

Farmer girl in the country side, butcher in the small village, she was a bit dense when it comes to love. Trying to court Pamela with a wheel of cheese…

Ragamaster(From Ragatha Ringmaster AU)

The ringmaster of her AU, she is a con-artist scamming others online. Never trust her words unless it had details. Ragamaster is much of a carefree AI that likes to sit back and see the chaos unfold while taking notes. Also she said she is the only one without a Pomni?

AI!Ragatha [Cyber AU]

The only remaining AI of her line, AI Ragatha's entire existence is dangerous. Other AI Ragatha's had a habit of acting on their own an doing what they believe is best, which is why they were recalled and destroyed in the first place.

Apocalypse!Ragatha [Apocalypse AU]

In a world where literally any day you could die and join the undead, Apocalypse Ragatha is here to keep everyone's head on their shoulders. A fierce leader who protects her crew of survivors. Howver one day she went mad when her precious Pomni was bitten, now strike with madness and denial Apocalypse Ragatha will do anything to bring her Pomni back.

Giantess!Ragatha [Songbird AU]

A lone giantess on an island by herself. Giantess Ragatha has picked up quite the hobbies in order to keep herself busy, she just loves animals and talkin about her Pomni. (**Never ask her about her Pomni**)

Cyber AU, Songbird AU and Apocalypse AU belong @fenrirfoxxer

Warriors Cat AU, The Literal Circus AU, Red Riding Hood AU, The Circus of Hell, The Goddess AU, Mafia x Pimp AU Country City Girl AU and Ragatha Ringmaster AU belongs to @inkyprism

Mafia x Coffee Shop AU, Dungeon of Dragons AU, Supernatural AU, Sinful Circus AU and Swap AU belongs to @nobody-nexus

[logan-lieutenant]

i feel so high school (au) pt. 1: landoscar

anyway here are some high school aus for my fav f1 rpf ships and an exploration of who knows how to ball, and who knows aristotle

(leaving a cut so no one has to spend three hours scrolling anymore lol)

(basing these off american high schools cause the song)

track and field!lando/football captain!oscar: (american high school setup but i’m calling it football instead of soccer for ease) lando knows how to ball, oscar knows aristotle. they’re both athletes but lando’s the one in with the cool crowd of student athletes, the ones the rest of the school basically worship and rely on to carry the entire school’s image. the stereotype about these types of athletes in general is that they’re all party animals, irresponsible, players, live by their own rules– which lando settles into easily enough even if the rumor mill that churns on about suspected girlfriends is pretty much never correct. he’s also more serious about the sport than anyone else on the team and has been known to arrive before the school even opens and run laps around the edge of campus until he can get to the track, and he wouldn’t admit it but when he’s running alone is the only time he feels like he can really think clearly

oscar on the other hand is surprisingly under the radar, even though he’s the strongest and also the leader of the team he’s uninterested in projecting an image anywhere else. he doesn’t go to after-game parties, doesn’t drink at pep rallies, doesn’t make an effort for the in crowd at all. something almost no one knows about him– not because he hides it but because people don’t look that close– is that he’s actually wicked smart, if he wasn’t so occupied with the team he could easily have the top grades in his class. school comes easy to him but he also has a really diligent and unwavering work ethic.

oscar gets along fine mostly by himself until lando starts acting out so much that he notices even though they don’t know each other, because lando’s storming off the track and yelling at his teammates while oscar’s on the pitch nearby. turns out lando’s grades are so bad that he’s at serious risk of losing his place on the team, and his teammates are starting to resent him for not being able to pull his shit together and show up for them. oscar observes carefully from a distance as lando seems to be nearly unraveling, and then one night around midterms they actually run into each other at the public library, not the school one. and oscar normally wouldn’t approach a student outside of school but he’s so surprised and maybe lando’s distress has been on his mind a little lately so he blurts out like, “what are you doing here??”

and he’s expecting a wisecrack or dismissal from lando but instead his eyes are shadowed and his hair is a mess and he looks like he hasn’t slept in a week and he just mumbles something about not being able to be seen in the school library. and oscar’s concerned and a little disturbed so he manages to get some more information out of a sleep-deprived and very overwhelmed lando, like that he’s scared to study at the school library because if his friends see him they might think differently of him and also that he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s a slow reader. oscar’s super sympathetic and nonjudgmental about this and then he sees lando’s handwriting and how many of the letters are backwards and it clicks like shit, lando’s actually dyslexic and he’s not getting any help about it and maybe it’s not entirely his fault he’s falling behind. and because oscar knows how important their sport is to both of them and how devastating it would be to lose it he offers to help him study just a little.

and it’s supposed to be this small thing between them just until one particular midterm but it evolves into something more than that, maybe they’re meeting at the library more often or a coffee shop or a park and then it almost seems like they’re going on dates… they even study at each other’s houses at some point and maybe when lando’s having a bad day oscar reads stuff out loud for him and obvi that means we need a reference to the “you have a soothing voice” comment and slow-burn fluff commences <3

[jisungsbff01]

.2.

.like i need you.

...pairing…Chan x reader

...w.c... 1.9K

...genre…slice-of-life, college au!

...warnings...swearing,

...characters...Y/N, (OC) Lilith, (OC) June, Hyunjin, Chan, Han, Jeongin, Felix, rest of SKZ mentioned

...synopsis...No one ever really knows what they wanna do in their 20s, but Y/N has always known what she was going to do. So, she began the journey to her dream and is so close to reaching it with no distractions at all. Until she is thrown into a project with Hyunjin, a fellow senior in college, and he introduces her to a few of his friends...connecting with one in particular...

Her whole plan is soon thrown off the track she’s had it on for 21 years….

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The next morning, after maybe two hours of sleep, I stopped at the local student coffee shop, grabbing something for me and Hyunjin before heading to the bus top for a 15 minute drive to the closest stop to the dance studio Hyunjin and I have been using for the last couple of weeks. He said that rather than having to rent a room through the school, he knew the owner of a local one that hardly anyone used anymore. I’m sure the owner was more than happy to have both our company and our generous donations, since she refused to let us pay by the hour like she required for the public.

I punched in the passcode she offered for Hyunjin and me before pushing my way through the creaking door, the bell above ringing. I heard slow beats in the studio and I made my way in, assuming it was just going to be him. Little did I know, he was going to have two friends with him. I knew both, thankfully, I wasn’t very open to dancing in front of strangers…another reason I wasn’t a choreographer. I saw Jeongin conversing with Felix, who I met a time or two when I would meet Hyunjin at his dorm. I brought Hyunjin his coffee, then properly greeted the two other men in the room. Felix, surprising me with a hug, “Y/N, I’ve missed seeing you, Jinnie’s been hogging you up in studios too much. You need to come by the dorm sometime. I know I wouldn’t be the only one who’d ap-”

A loud clap sounded from the other side of the room, “Okay! You two heathens have two choices, sit on the side quietly or leave-your choice!”

Jeongin made a face at his demanding friend and dragged Felix to the bench spanning the side of the room the the right.

Hyunjin had me set our drinks where we wouldn’t spill them and we decided to start at the hook of the song. I watched a few feet away from him, so I could gauge where he had gotten with the choreo. I put in a few suggestions that made the dance look like it would flow more with his body, surprisingly enough, he took the offer, stating that it felt more natural anyway.

One..Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…Seven…Eight

The counting Hyunjin showed to me consistently sounded through my head and I jumped in when it felt right, following his languid movements. Once the song came to an end, our breathing slightly elevated he turned to me and smiled, “Why don’t you dance with me more? Ooh, I can ask my instructor if I can bring you on and make it a duet?”

I laugh with a hand on my chest, “Hyunjin, you’re being generous, I do NOT want this to be a duet, I will ruin your grade, I swear it. I am entry level, at this point you’re a pro, I am not willing to bring your final grade down. If you’re up for it, once you get your grade back, you can alter the dance as a duet and we can try that as a side project?”

He thought about it for a moment and his face lit up,” I love that idea! So, be prepared to be amazed and tired. But, I still would like you to practice with me, the studio feels empty dancing by myself.”

He gave me little puppy-dog eyes and I caved, “Okay, okay. Just be patient with me, I’m still new and learning.”

After a little “hehe” he started the song over and we started from the top, working on parts we each thought we could change slightly to make more impactful. Every once in a while, Felix would offer suggestions that neither of us thought of due to being to wrapped up in our own bubble of creativity. After an hour and a half, Hyunjin received a phone call and I gave him the go ahead to answer it. This giving me a break to drink water and to cool off. I pulled my arm out of the sleeve of my sweatshirt for more ventilation, leaving my sports bra slightly exposed. In the mirror in front of me I saw Jeongin turn a shade of crimson and choke on whatever he was drinking in his cup, Felix beside him starting to let out a broken chuckle. I hear my phone begin to ring and I jog to answer the call fom Lilith when I pick up I can hear the white sound from being in a vehicle,”Y/Nnie? Can you hear me?”

“Yes, love, what’s up?” I play with the end of my sleeve on my sweatshirt, a habit I’ve never been able to break.

“All the dance studios are full at the university and I remember you telling me about the one off-campus you guys used, do you mind if practice is over there today or would we be intruding?”

“Not at all, girl, come on over- you have my location, right? Just put it in and I’ll send you the code to get in, or have someone come down to meet you.”

“Sounds good, we’ve got like five minutes left, but I’ll let you go so you can continue practicing!”

With that she hung up before I could even ask who “we” were…

I feel warmth behind me, only for it to be Hyunjin towering over me, “Chris is on his way, all the studios are full at uni and they need a bigger space.”

I let out an “uh-huh” muttering that Lilith said the same thing. Felix said that he would go down to let them in once they got here and told us that we could just continue with what we were doing. With that being said, Hyunjin decided to show me one specific part I couldn’t get down because of the way he moved his hips and it just felt unnatural. He watched me attempt to do it, and waited a couple of beats.

“Is it okay if I touch you? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He asked.

I nod, “Hyun, I don’t think there is anything you could do at this point that would make me uncomfortable…unless it was kissing, that’s a different story and we know what happened the last time you kissed a girl.”

He looked at me with a “go to hell’ look and placed his warm hands on my waist and he asked Jeongin to play the music at a specific part. Once Jeongin pressed ‘play’ Hyunjin stepped behind me, looking over my shoulder still keeping a respectful distance away from me. Once the music began to flood out of the speakers, the man behind me began to move our bodies the way we had written out. I imprinted the way my body was supposed to move in this moment into my brain, trying to remember the way my muscles pulled at my back and thighs.

I looked at my partner through the mirror and asked him if we could run it again, hoping I could finally get this one right. He agreed and I walked over to his phone, rewinding the song and pulled off the rest of my sweatshirt, discarding it in the corner. We bagan moving again, midway through I started feeling anxiety rising in me the closer we got to the part we just went over.

It didn’t take long before we were interrupted by cat-calls from none other than Lilith, with two strays in tow. Chris and Han shyly made their way to us, Han quietly introduced himself and shook my hand. Chris shook my hand and said a quick ‘hi’ before hugging Hyunjin and quickly making his way to Jeongin, greeting him like a big brother would, sitting on top of him and rubbing the top of his head.

Lilith, on the other hand, yanked me to the side, “Okay you slut, whatcha doin with the little dancey dance there? But also, not bad..”

I just shrugged, “Hyunjin and I thought it would be a great idea for me to learn the routine because he wants to make it a duet once he finishes his exam, and he was talking about putting it on his socials with the song. All about publicity, babes.”

My friend squinted her eyes at me before calling over Han, “ Han, Y/N, Y/N, Han…or Jisung, he’ll respond to either.”

“I’m not a dog, Lilith,” he turns to me, “it’s nice to finally properly meet you, we’ve heard so much about you!”

“What the hell kinda stories does she tell you guys?” I let out with a nervous chuckle.

“ Now I said nothing about- OW!” Han was interrupted by Lilith stomping her foot ontop of his.

“Shut the hell up, shortstack.” She grits out as she turns to me “but, can we see the whole thing?”

My arms cross as a shout out to Hyunjin on the other side of the studio, “Hyun, she wants to see a run through.”

Before I start the music I let out a little disclaimer, “Now, the track isn’t finished yet, we’re still touching it up, but this is the main sample of it.”

“I hope you know we wanna see you dance with him too.” Felix requests.

Suddenly I feel shy, “Felix, I don’t know…I don’t feel comf-”

“Do it! You’re too hot to not do it!” Han shouts from his little corner, “Do your little dancey dance.” He sings out.

I give in, first throwing on my sweatshirt I had discarded in the corner, finally pressing play and getting into place.

I put all my focus and energy into getting this whole thing right, wanting to prove to myself that I can do anything I put my mind to. The last note rings out and I feel like I am dying for air…real air. I need to work on my stamina for sure. Hollers echo around us and Hyunjin embraces me in a hug, his arm lazily slung around my shoulders, “Y/Nnie, you did so good for a producer!”

“THAT’S where I know you from! Y/N, do you take Professor Kim’s Producing class block?” Han asks, running up to us.

“Yeah, have him every Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays.” I inform him. From there, he gets so excited and begins asking questions.

“What row do you sit it? How come you don’t talk a lot in class? You should’ve introduced yourself to us!” This little man doesn’t stop rambling, and I already adore him for it.

Through a few chuckles I explain that I sit directly behind him and Chris, and that I actually record the class to I can take proper notes later and didn’t feel the need to talk. We all get acquainted more while Hyunjin and I take a break, laughs sounding through the room frequently- the company feels nice…feels warm. After being a part of a few side conversations, I watch how well Lilith gets along with the other four. I notice how quiet Chan was and I accidentally make eye contact with him, my face heating up slightly and I send him a reassuring wink. He blushed and a smile grows on his face, he pulls his ball cap down and looks into his lap.

“So when are we all free so that way we can have a hangout night, I’m sure since I like you two, the rest of us will get along well.” Hyunjin asks loudly, pulling my attention away from the blushing man.

Suddenly I find six pairs of eyes are on me, questioning me in silence.

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Thank you for reading! Let me know what you thought!!

[infiniteinquiries]

♡ Coffee shop au in which ellie is a barista and knows you like her so she keeps making you increasingly terrible drinks to see how far she can push you ♡

pt. 3

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pt. 1 // pt. 2

At this point, Ellie truly couldn't believe you were back again. Maybe that's why she left the note last time, in hopes the crumb of kindness, and totally not half-sarcastic sharpie imprint would have you come crawling back. She liked the game of it all.

It was 11 AM on a Saturday this time, a lazy late morning hour where the foot traffic was surprisingly at a lull, snowflakes swirling by the windows, and in you came. She couldn't help but curl her lip upward in genuine amusement. She quickly hid it and bit the inside of her cheek scolding herself at the embarassing expression. She hoped you hadn't seen it.

The way you coyly looked to the right at nothing and back at her making brief eye contact said otherwise.

"You again," she looked over her browbone right through you, leaning over the register with her weight braced in her somewhat overly muscular arms for her profession. "What'll it be this time?" Her words once again dripped in a sneering tone, a confident yet subtle smirk painted across her features.

You rocked back on your heels and onto your toes, it was kind of cute she thought to herself.

"Hmm," you paused, one brow raised, "I think I'll do something simple. Could I geeeet...an Americano?" You nodded when you finished your sentence.

Ellie chuckled at the request, this time in a tone a little less frigid, and made sure to make direct eye contact with you. "One overpriced espresso water coming up. That'll be $7." She couldn't believe anyone would pay these prices.

You pulled a different wallet out of your jacket today, slender with--oh--no coin pocket. Ellie bit the inside of her cheek trying not to show her amusement outwardly. You handed her a shiny blue card. She rung you up on the register and handed you back your back the item, making sure to place it in your palm just slow enough that your hands touched for a second. You were warm despite the impossible cold outside. She watched as your eyes widened just a bit. How cute. She loved having this effect on women.

It was a slow day with the weather the way it was, so she took it upon herself to make your drink. As pretentious as the roastery was, they got new ingredients in all the time. When they had gotten a new shipment of Chia seeds in that week, Ellie knew exactly what to do when inevitably came in. She didn't know why she cared so much about seeing you, so she chalked it up to the thrill of it really. How far could she push you until you confronted her?

She expertly maneuvered the espresso machine and flew through the process of making the best americano in town. It was almost a shame she was going to ruin it. Right before she walked up to call your name, she threw a few Chia seeds into the cup, stirring them with a wooden stirrer. That would thicken the drink up to a texture that was just plain awful. In a way, she wanted you to call her out. This "mistake" was particularly bold, even for a novice, which she wasn't.

She brought your drink to the end of the counter and searched the room for you. Scrolling your phone, foot braced against the wall, there you were. She looked you once over, checking out what you wore today. Your coat rested around your shoulders, and underneath was a cut-off t-shirt and some jeans leading into the pair of boots you always wore. It was a little cold for that kind of getup she thought to herself. When her eyes settled back on your face, she saw you making eye contact at her from across the room. Busted.

She called out your name, cheeks burning red as she looked away. All she wanted to do was make an excuse to go to the back now. But of course, being the only one on staff this morning, she couldn't.

"Thanks...Ellie." She heard you say behind her. She noted how you weighed the syllables of her name almost mockingly. When she turned around to look at you, you were taking a sip of her newest concoction and her eyes widened as she realized you were about to try it right in front of her. No plausible deniability now.

She wished you were rounding the corner like usual right now so she didn't have to watch this unfold in real time.

Mid-sip, she heard you make a noticeable yet quiet cough in the back of your throat. Shaking your head, she watched you lean over the counter with a smirk as you set your drink down, your hair bouncing around your features as you moved closer to her, a smug amusement blazing in your eyes.

"You know Ellie, for seven dollars, you'd think this place could make a decent drink."

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@elliewilliamsgf69 @vgnoxi @bunkisses4u @lovergirlism

[spider-jaysart]

Au idea where Jon works as a part time barista at a Metropolis cafe as a teenager, trying to make some extra money during the summer so that he can buy this new video game console that was just recently released

And he also has a crush on this favorite customer of his (a customer that's been his favorite ever since he had first saw them step foot into the place), which is Damian Wayne

And he always gets Damian's name wrong when writing it down on his coffee cup all the time on purpose before handing it to him, misspelling it in many ways like:

Damien

Demian

Demion

Damon

Damion

Damen

Damiian

Damiane

He would do this so that he can keep having an excuse to have extra talk with him at the counter, since he knows that it will make Damian upset that he keeps misspelling it everytime, making Damian come back to the counter everytime to (fustratingly) remind him that he spelled his name wrong once again

Though, after a few times of doing this, Jon begins to realize that this little idea of his is beginning to make Damian dislike him and think of him as an idiot, and might possibly make him want to make him leave to another coffee shop if he keeps being annoying like this, which isn't something that he wants to happen at all

So he comes up with a new idea, which is hiding the things from the front counter like, the sugar packets, straws, the little stirrers, napkins, cup lids, plastic spoons, forks, and knives, so that he'll have another excuse to keep having extra talk with him, and when Damian asks where they are, he'll just say that they must've ran out and checks under his side of the counter to "check for more" and hands the items that are needed to him when he does

Though, after a short time of doing these annoying little ideas of his, Jon begins to realize how silly everything he's been doing is and decides that it's time to stop being ridiculous and time to actually take some real action

So later in the day, as he's on his 30 minute lunch break at the cafe, Jon finally properly introduces himself to Damian after walking up to his table to serve him his order on a tray instead of calling him to go pick it up at the counter himself like usual

Though, Damian is already kind of usually annoyed with Jon at this point due to him always getting his name wrong everytime before and him having to always correct him about it, so he doesn't really feel much like starting an actual conversation with him, though as they begin to continue talking to eachother, Damian is soon charmed by Jon's humorous and cheerful personality and begins to actually not mind talking to him so much, thinking to himself "I guess he's actually not that annoying after all."

They begin to continue talking with eachother everyday during Jon's lunch breaks at the cafe, getting to know eachother more and more as they continue to chat, both of them quickly becoming friends after a while of doing this

And after a while of Jon working at the cafe now and after making enough money to buy the new video game console that he's been dreaming of getting, he decides to use that money to take Damian out on a date instead

So he tries to gain the courage to ask the older boy out, feeling nervous that he might say no, but he surprisingly says the opposite, actually responding to him with a "Yes." , filling the taller one's stomach with butterflies when he did

After planning the time and day for their upcoming date with eachother, Jon excitedly goes home after leaving work and asks Lois and Clark for help on making him look fancy for his special day out with his crush

Clark helps him get a suit by giving him one of his nice old ones from his closet and Lois tries her best to comb his messy steel hair (she fails though)

Once they're both done, Jon takes a look into the mirror and is happy with how he looks for his date

He then checks the time on his watch and sees that it's almost time to go and quickly gives his parents a hug, thanking them for their help

And as he's on his way to meet up with Damian, he stops by a flower shop and buys some Amaryllis flowers there, since Damian had told him before that they were his favorite during one of their conversations at the cafe

After that, he continues to keep going on his path and finally meets up with Damian

He hands him the flowers with blushful cheeks and a bright sweet smile, getting a surprised reaction from the shorter one in response, causing him to also grow blushing red cheeks on his face as well as he happily grabs them for himself to hold

They begin to get caught up in conversation with eachother as they walk off to their destination together and go out to the best restaurant in Metropolis and have a great time that night. They later become boyfriends after a week

[michellemisfit]

Shameless Fandom Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag my love @darlingian 💚

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?

What haven’t I read more than once? I have 350+ open tabs and yet, here I am, re-reading @loftec’s None The Wiser. AGAIN. Because it makes me happy, and what is fandom about, if not making you happy? Other things that make me happy: Two of Your Earth Minutes by @the-rat-wins, The Menagerie & Twenty Strangers & On Top by @crossmydna, Cooperative Gameplay & Like Real People Do by Gray, An Exception to the Rule by @gallawitchxx, Weaver of Fate by Ravenheart, Life or Something by @palepinkgoat, The Garden Song duology by @gardenerian, Ristretto by @howlinchickhowl, let the bodies do the talking by @captainjowl, basically anything that @sam-loves-seb has ever written!!! Also anything by @crestfallercanyon who has been completely blowing me away. And like, a million more!!!

I also still merrily re-read stuff from the Merlin fandom and the Shadowhunters fandom, so if that’s of interest to you, hit me up and I will link you to several excessively long rec lists on the @f-f-podcast website, complete with accompanying podcasts!

All I’m saying is: RE-READING IS LOVE!!!

(Also I formatted this on my phone so hopes and prayers that all of these links are correct!!)

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog?

‘Kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out’ into Club Kiss. It is genuinely one of the cleverest things I’ve ever seen!!

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

Mickey going along to Ian’s therapy session, on Ian’s request, and eventually deciding that he’s going to give this therapy thing a go himself.

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I am utterly in love with @deedala’s style and Smokey Mickey and Gardening Joy always make me smile. I also absolutely adore @gallawitchxx’s style and wish I could be that bold and succinct in my own art.

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

I’ve been thinking about Ian & Mickey shot gunning for like… a year now 🤦

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

Currently discussing every episode of Shameless over on @f-f-podcast so basically discovering new things every week! Check it out if podcasts are your jam <3

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of?

There can never be too many coffee shop AUs, right? Not an underrated trope, but surprisingly underrepresented in this fandom 😭

What’s your favourite season?

Autumn! haha

Honestly, I’ll tell you when we’re done with South Side Rules, as we’re rating every episode, but we’re also rating each season overall so… watch this space in 2025!

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

Urgh. Don’t. Yikes… Yevgeny. Mandy. Fiona. Everyone else on Shameless who disappeared and then was never spoken of again. Like… what the heck? You don’t need to get the actors back. Just get the other characters to mention them, so I don’t feel like the writers forgot they existed! Also don’t give me Dichen Lichman and then just take her away!!! 😭

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

Every time Mickey has to say the end of his sentence directly into Ian’s mouth because Ian can’t wait the extra 3 seconds to let him finish, he needs his lips on that boy’s mouth NOW! They’re so precious and horny and I love that for them!

What line/dialogue/description from something else do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship?

90% of Richard Siken’s poems

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

They’ll be deliriously happy forever and ever and nothing bad is ever going to happen to them. It’s terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day.

[malinowaj]

i knew it would happen and as if on cue, as soon as the season is properly starting my brain goes "so hey what about a wilmon figure skating AU". i hate my brain. hoping that throwing this into the void will make me forget about it. (and not expand the sort of plot i spent an hour thinking about. i need to stop with sports AUs.)

Simon is running late. His shift at the coffee shop had run over due to the torrential downpour that made his coworker come in late. Meaning Simon had missed the first bus to the rink and as he jogged towards the door, dodging the growing puddles, he was starting to feel irritated. He had the last slot of the day, the sorry-but-there-really-isn’t-any-other-time-available-for-you slot, even though Simon knew very well the two slots before his were never booked. The last slot, which meant that if he wanted to do any sort of cooldown, he’d need to cut his ice time short before the alarms went on. So, now he was going to miss valuable ice time even more than normally.

He threw his bag on the dressing room bench and hastily pulled on his running shoes and the hoodie that was a little too warm to wear to work but perfect at the cold rink. Running up and down the hallway he warmed up his muscles as best as he could. His coach would kill him if he skipped a thorough warmup and Simon had been skating long enough to know he’d only hurt himself if he didn’t do things properly. 

Eventually he made his way back to the dressing room to pick up his skates and pushed the door leading to the ice open. What he did not expect was to hear music. The slot before his was never booked. Never. And besides, this was his slot already; even if he was a bit - or a lot - late it didn’t mean someone could just hijack the ice time he’d paid for. 

As the last notes of Masquerade Waltz faded into silence he could hear the familiar sound of someone skidding to a halt on the ice. The last slot meant Simon never got pristine ice to skate on, so did this person really have to send the chips of ice flying around, making it even rougher for him. Simon gritted his teeth as he marched towards the bench.

As he reached the bench he spotted the person on the ice. Of course. Of fucking course. As if the week hadn’t been terrible enough already. As if he hadn’t had to tolerate the man for hours already. He sat down on the bench and kicked off his running shoes all the while watching Wilhelm pick up speed and launch himself in the air. Simon gritted his teeth even harder when Wilhelm landed a little ungracefully, the marks of his jump clearly visible on the ice. For someone who’d never need it, Wilhelm did have a surprisingly good triple axel, Simon found himself musing as he laced up his boots. 

Pulling the laces tight and tucking them to make sure they wouldn’t come loose while he skated, Simon watched as Wilhelm skated to the other end of the rink and started the step sequence. He stumbled a little on his second rocker, falling a beat behind as the music continued to blare from the small loudspeaker. Simon’s music, he only now realized. Wilhelm was skating his program. His choreography. The audacity of the other man made anger surge through Simon. 

Simon threw the blade covers on the bench and yanked the door open. He’ll show Wilhelm how to skate that step sequence. He’ll make Wilhelm regret trying to copy Simon’s movements.

[ya-boi-haru]

I did a thing...

I'm no writer, but inspired by my Coffee shop au (linked) i did a little sample piece for funsies/writing practice... idk what will come of this but it was fun and interesting to get back into actually writing a fanfic piece again...

(context at the end)

Bars always seem to be a completely different atmosphere when it was day time.

All you could hear was the rustling and clinking of staff putting away the new merchandise or cleaning the equipment and the hum of the air conditioners. The faint scent of sanitizer mixed with alcohol hung in the air, strong enough to tell that the surfaces had just recently been wiped down.

As he sat patiently at one of the empty tables, Centross’ eyes glazed over the figures and trinkets that surrounded the bar. He could tell each one had been placed carefully and each section had its own theme. The tables and booths had a more ‘on deck’ feel. Pictures of great ships and sea creatures hung along the walls, surrounded by ropes tied and hung from the ceiling like shrouds or fishermen nets. The wooden tables were decorated with small ships to hold up the menus and the chairs had an aged leather look to them, which were surprisingly comfortable. The bar itself had a large, long statue of a dragon, made of a seaweed green glass displayed against the back wall, surrounded by the shelves of various amounts of alcohol.

The more you looked the more you saw, but unfortunately Centross didn’t get to look around much more as Kai, the owner of Sea Dragon, came out from the staff only doors. He stood up to meet her, extending a hand to introduce himself.

“Hey, you must Kai. I’m David, it’s nice to meet you” Centross was a little nervous. It had been a while since he was considered for an interview, he even had to buy a new button up shirt since the old one was worn out and faded.

“Yeah, I know who you are” Kai responded, her tone not doing a good job at hiding her snark and her, a bit too firm, handshake was not helping either.

“Oh, right, I guess you would after reading my resume” He tried to brush it off and lighten the mood, thinking he was just being paranoid about the way she was acting.

Kai gave a hum and the forced smile made Centross think it was meant to be a laugh. “So why do you want to work here, David?” She asked, cutting straight to the point.

Centross took a breath, trying to let the advice Wolf had given him and their practice questions come back to him.

“Well, I do have experience behind the bar, honestly, I’ve grown to love the work, it keeps me on my feet. I’m fully licenced, I have-“

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure your credentials and achievements are very nice,” Kai interrupted, “What I meant was, why here at the Sea Dragon?” she clarified.

Centross gave an apologetic look, as he stumbled to correct himself. However, while trying to come up with an answer, he noticed the daggers Kai was glaring at him.

“Have I done something to upset you?” Centross asked defensively. Gee, he had just met the woman and she acts like he spat in her face.

Kai barked a laugh at his question, looking at him with disbelief, her last bit of professionalism, now washed away.  Seeing Centross’ face made her realise, he really did not know.

“You still don’t do your research do you?”

Ok, now Centross was really confused. “Are you… not the owner?” he tried.

Ocie chuckled again. “I’m Kai. Kai Feywild”

Realisation slowly set on Centross’ face. “F-Feywild?” Ocie nodded. “As in… Strawberri Feywild- oh fuck!”

“My sister” Kai confirmed, as Centross dropped his head into his hand in defeat.

So, this wasn’t an interview, it was an interrogation. God, how the hell did he not know this!?

“Hey man, ill give you this: I’m impressed by the fucking balls you have to come in here, asking me for a job, after you did?” Kai, pointed her sharp nails at him to emphasise her accusatory tone.

“Listen i-“

“No, you listen,” Kai snapped. “I’ve worked my fucking ass off to get this business up and running and I’m not going to let it all go to shit because a deadbeat, drug pusher wants to get back in to business!”

“I’m not- we didn’t-“ Centross let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair trying to find the words. “Look, that was a long time ago, I’m sober and clean and it’s not like I was the one making it-“

“No, apparently you weren’t, you’re just the one who insisted on selling it with my nephew and making my sister your dealer!” Centross gave a defeated sigh. “The only reason I called you in was to make sure you weren’t going to start this shit with me or my Strawberri again. She’s been through enough”

Centross took moment to answer, all the previous interviews and questioning coming back to him like a montage of fails. He knew he wasn’t going to get on her good side, maybe ever, but especially not right now. He had been through this enough times to know when it wasn’t working out.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it, so ill spare you the details. But believe me when I tell you I am not here to start that again. The Ominous Coffee Bean is gone, it crashed and burned before it could even get off the ground, I wouldn’t even know how to get access to that stuff again and, again, even if I did, I wouldn’t know how to make it, that was Icarus, testing out their fancy chemistry, nerd shit and it failed miserably. I spent my time getting sober and clean, just like the others and I am trying to do better, Kai, but I no matter what I do, no one will even give me the time of day – which is understandable I guess but” Centross took a breath, feeling like he was just wasting breath at this point. “I truly am just looking for a job, a fresh start. Bills can’t pay themselves and I can’t keep living out of my boyfriends’ pocket. He’ll deny it, but I can tell that I’m just weighing him down. He deserves better than that and I just want to at least help him”

Kai took in everything he had said and Centross could see her processing, it all. She’d look him up and down and down at her hand, then back to him, the gears in her head turning trying to decide her next move.

Centross knew what it would be. Fuck, he should have just left as soon as he learned she was Strawberris’ sister. Maybe he can try his luck elsewhere, surely there’s somewhere that his reputation hasn’t touched.

“Alright,” Kai simply said after a long moment of silence.

“Alight?” Centross repeated, waiting for her to add on.

“You will be working the floor and are also on washing duty. You’ll start with four days a week for a trail to see if you can handle it and to see if you’re a good fit here. After that time is up, we’ll see how you’re doing and that will determine if you can stay and maybe we’ll talk about you working the bar. How does that sound?” Kai listed her conditions firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, her eyes never leaving Centross a she spoke.

Centross stared back, not processing what was happening.

“Wait, you’re… You’re giving me the job?” he asked, almost like he didn’t trust what he had heard.

“I’m giving you a chance. Do not make me regret it” She warned.

Centross had to contain the smile that seemed to spread on his face, releasing a breath of relief as the weight on his chest lifted just little.

Holy shit, he fucking did it.

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So for some context, Icarus, Centross and Easton tried to start a Barista place together called The Ominous Coffee Bean ("the name will get people curious about it") and Icarus tried to do their thing of infusing flowers into tea. Little did they know that Delosperma Cooperi can be toxic, like a bad drug or alcohol when extracted/infused. They told their business investor (they found online) about their new drink and and Centross received an email back encouraging them to keep selling it and they could use Strawberris flower business to get more of the flowers in.

They were eventually got investigated and they all got arrested for selling of narcotics and Strawberri got done for suppling.

Icarus made first bale, an anonymous pay to bale *and* hush money.

Kai had to come down from a couple towns over to bale Strawberri and Easton out and thankfully they were all given the bare minimum punishment due to bale + they didn't know the extremes of what they were actually selling and their investor couldn't be tracked.

All four did get put on a probation and Icraus, Centross and Easton had to attend clincs to get clean and to help go through withdrawal. Centross made bale late as Rae had to scrap together enough money and even ask his Uncle for help to get him out.

Icarus got hush money, Easton was seen as "the poor kid who didnt know any better" and Strawberri also left in the dark. Centross basically got the short end of the stick and his reputation wasnt good.

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idk i was just playing around with ideas for Ominous Bane equivalent??? its still a W.I.P but let me know what you think????

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

paint it, yellow

A/N: i think this was my first steve fic back in the summer of 2022… here it is again! farmer!steve! still completely in love with him

summary: new to town, Y/n bumps into a man at the hardware store that turns out to be her new neighbour...

warnings: Steve Harrington x reader, farmer!Steve, neighbours, renovating a house (aka my fucking wet dream), sending a package to the wrong address, just a lot of fluff

word count: 1186

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At the edge of Hawkins' vast forest, there was a house. A little cabin. And that cabin was now all yours. You didn’t grow up in Indiana, but when you felt the wind calling your name, straight away, these two stories just felt like home. 

The real estate agent didn’t understand why a pretty young thing like yourself would wanna buy a run-down sack such as this. Why not? Sure, it needed a little TLC, alright, maybe a lot of TLC, but you didn’t mind getting your hands dirty, learning a new skill or two. 

And that was precisely why you now stood in the back of the small local hardware store, buying paint. 

Some might say that starting on the outside was the wrong order to do things in, but to that, you just said screw you! I’ll do it in the order I see fit! If the first thing I wanna do is paint the outside of my house, then that’s what I’ll goddamn do!

Now, the owner of this establishment clearly had something against the colour yellow, because the massive cans were on the very top shelf. Lifting yourself up onto your toes, just the tips of your fingers barely kissed the cold tin. Giving it a small poke, it scooted forward, just an inch, but enough that it was now peeping out over the edge. 

This might be how you die, being crushed by a big bucket of paint, and honestly, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. You’d made your bed, might as well lie in it. 

Giving the whole shelf a whack with the root of your palm did more than you were prepared for. Ready for your untimely demise, it came crashing down upon you, but just before you expected to feel the impact, a pair of quick hands came into view, catching it just above your nose. 

“Woah!” a man behind you huffed, “I’ve got it, I’ve got it!”

Turning around to help the surprisingly handsome stranger, your hands mysteriously lost all of their strength and just ended up resting against the container rather than actually aiding in lifting it. 

“T-thank you,” you blinked up into his coffee eyes. 

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, “unless you were trying to just cover yourself in, um,” looking down to read the label on the large tin, “banana cream dream paint, then I’m sorry. You can just stand there, and I’ll gladly help pour it over you.”

“What, like a wet t-shirt contest but with paint?” you jested through a breathy laugh. Seeing his eyebrows shoot up, you quickly shook your head, looking down, deeply regretting your humour, “I’m sorry, that was a joke…”

“It’s okay,” he smirked, then nodded up towards the high shelf, “you need help getting anymore down?”

“Just like, um, 3 more, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not,” he placed the one in his grasp down in the shopping cart by your side, then proceeded to reach up, making his shirt ride up a bit, flashing you just a sliver of skin. “So, what are you painting?”

Trying to cover up your staring as just looking at the shelf closest to his body, you blushed, “my house.”

“A yellow house?” the idea seemed to make him smile… that or he was just a very polite person. 

“Yeah, with white details and stuff…”  

Placing the last bucket down in the cart, he pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, “I hope it turns out well. I’ll keep an eye out for a yellow house.”

The rhythmic knocking at your door was nearly impossible to hear over the loud banging you were creating, tearing down the old orangey cabinets in the kitchen. 

Taking a moment between swings to catch your breath, you finally heard it. Eyes growing big, you dropped the large hammer to the floor, “oh… oh!” and scrambled down the narrow hallway, “I’m coming, just a second!” you bellowed just as you reached the white front door, “I’m so sorry about that,” you swung it open, not yet looking up to see whom it was, but down at yourself for just a second longer as you brushed some of the dust and such off of yourself, “I couldn’t hear you over the-,” your eyes finally flicked up to meet the faintly familiar pair of brown ones, “hi…”

“Hey,” the stranger from the store smiled, tearing his eyes off the fresh paint job, he shifted a large beige package on his hip, “the yellow really turned out great.”

“What are you doing here? How did you…”

“I believe this is yours,” he jutted out his hip, drawing your attention down to the box, “if your name is Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Oh, it finally came! Are you the mailman?” you looked him up and down, “you’re not dressed like one…”

“No, no,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m not, but this was sent to my address.”

“No, really?” you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. 

“It’s fine, your name was still on it, and I know the rest of my neighbours pretty well, so the process of elimination was easy enough.” 

“I am so sorry.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I get it, it can take a while before a new address clicks in to place and you remember it correctly.” 

“Yeah, evidently…” you breathed out. 

“So,” he shifted the package once again into a more comfortable hold, ”this is like really heavy, can I come inside and set it down?”

“Oh my goodness, yes, of course,” you stepped aside for him to shimmy past, “just here in the hallway is fine.” As he gingerly placed it on the wooden floor, you suddenly became very grateful that the urge you’d felt this morning was to attack the kitchen and the hall, “I’m sorry about the mess.”

“Ah, it’s not that bad,” he straightened back up, “considering.”

Eyeing him maybe a bit inappropriately as he ran his fingers through his voluminous mane, you took a deep breath, “so, you said you live around here?”

“I do,” he smiled, “you know that orchard you drive past right before swinging down this road?” The countless apple trees had been hard not to notice, so you nodded in affirmation. “That's where I live.”

“Waow, and here I thought you were just the dude from the hardware store.”

“Hey, who said I can’t be both? Dude from the hardware store, but also your new neighbour,” he reached out his hand to shake yours. 

Wiping your now slightly clammy palm against your thigh before grasping his, “and does this dude perhaps have a name?”

“Steve Harrington.”

“Well, Steve, it’s very nice to meet you, I’m-”

“Y/n,” he filled in with a smile, letting go of your hand, “I know.”

“Right,” you breathed out, looking back down at the package, “thank you again for bringing over the tiles. I have been just itching to get on with the bathroom, but I kinda needed those before I could move on with anything else, so thank you.”

“Tiles?” he exclaimed, “that’s why it was so heavy…”

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[idiototheinternet]

Infodump about the ideas for the highschool idol au

So. Character info.

Cross: His dad is the principal (but they aren't on such bad terms, they just don't get along the best), he lives on campus with Ink (this is kinda a private school situation, you live in the dorms, but the uniform isn't really enforced by anyone but the actual principal, and it's usually just a stern warning.) and he may have some gender dysphoria, because I enjoy jumping on the bandwagon of using Cross as a punching bag. He wears the uniform pretty consistently, with a gold locket under the tie. He does always insist on wearing red Chuck Taylors all the time, which is the only pop of color on him other than the red scar on his cheek he got from falling down a hill as a kid. He was forcibly added to the band as secondary vocals and drums

Killer: Chaotic, loud, and possessing some godforsaken mix between a Cockney and a Boston accent that sounds surprisingly good when used to sing, he's the epitome of everything Cross isn't. He enjoys ghibli movies, my melody, and cats, but also feels like a bolt of lightning. When he actually wears the uniform, it's usually with a signature studded leather jacket with pins in it. he never takes the jacket off. if he isn't wearing the school uniform, it's usually a shirt with Kel holding an orange joe or a cat hoodie under the jacket. His voice and outgoing nature got him the spot as the lead vocals and guitar.

Horror: He doesn't speak much, but when he does, it's slow, and full of thought. He likes to make food for people, and one of the first things he said to Dust was "Do you like pie." (much slower, but you get my point.) He never really wears the uniform, and everyone is fine with that, i don't think he's even met the principal. The best bear hugs in the school come from him. He plays bass.

Dust: He speaks snarkily to combat Killer, or to help Nightmare talk him out of a terrible plan to get that one guy finger drumming and mouthing the words to Fine to come and play. He wears the uniform sometimes, but always finds something to make it different, never removing his scarf.

Nightmare: He writes the lyrics to all the songs they sing, and drills everyone on the lyrics matching the beat exactly. EMO B- He always insists on visiting this one coffee shop, and always either wears casual wear or a full suit like

And high heels. He's hot and he knows it.

Error: Works on audio editing, and seems to be getting gradually more interested in theater. if you think he wears anything but his pajamas, you're wrong. Bro learned how to code a free no download version of FL studio, but won't do his math homework.

Ink: Ultimate art and theater kid, does everything, always covered in paint. how does he manage this. Pretty good grades, and he can sing well, but he usually keeps his singing to himself and this one guy who used to go to school with him.

Dream: Writes scripts, and plays smaller character parts, very gay for blue. That's all I can really say without having a whole ass essay.

Blue: Builds the sets for plays, and finds ways to get the school budget large enough to get all the materials for the plays.

Ccino(I'm just gonna refer to him as coffee guy until nightmare actually learns his name): works at the only good campus food store/cafe, and makes, and I quote "The only black coffee that you can actually enjoy"-Noot noot joku, 2023(/24, Idk when he'll say that.)