#talking about pastel x punk aus

[losersclublol]

If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that time is a fucking circle

[punkeropercyjackson]

Reasons why Kataang is a good ship

Poc4Poc m/f with the girl being darker,which combats the colorist idea that dark skin=masculine/male

The boy in it is a soft ray of sunshine who's a pacifist by virtue of being a buddhist and femme with his gf never making fun of him for it and instead finding it attractive

And the girl is feminine but not in a sanitized way and actively works to reclaim for herself against misogyny and is super strong-willed,assertive,snarky and a punk with her bf finding that attractive

Adultified kid x Kid who acts extra silly to cope with trauma and helps them feel like their age too by getting them to join them

Really cute canon aesthetic(blue x orange/'Excuse me,he asked for veggie burger!'energy with their height difference/Aang's shaved head for poc reasons and Katara's long fancy hair for her own heritage)and an equally cute one in mondern aus(Pastel punk x Regular punk)

They LITERALLY do activism together as like half their dynamic

Katara isn't forced to like Aang back and he lets her go at her own pace

And when he does mess up,it's shown for what it is and he feels bad and grows from it

Aang was Katara's hope for a better world for her people♡

Their feelings get pointed out sometimes but by people who it makes sense to know it instead of based of amatonormativity

Their daughter is the franchise's first canon lesbian and it's also canon that they instantly loved and supported her when she came out to them so KATAANG SAYS GAY RIGHTS BABEY

A fandom thing but wether you ship Kataang as your only canon couple or love all of them,there's plenty of content for both!!Maiko with a side of Kataang?Decades worth of content!You feeling like some Kataang with your Zukka?There's a high chance you'll get not only that but t4t Kataang specifically too!!And we're a rare breed but Ty Luko and Kataang in the same verse is a really fun concept that i'll be happy to talk about if asked!

And another fandom thing is that bloggers who call out gross people and have a firm grasp on the show while still not treating it as perfect and giving it rightful critisism and make the especially cute,funny and/or culturally accurate content are almost always Kataang shippers!!Seriously,they're a big reason i love the ship so much,K/A stans are genuinely one of the best kinds of people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting

You're more than welcome to add on!

[sam24]

Bucky Barnes: Wedding Cop

Summary: It’s Bucky’s best friend’s wedding. Well too bad that this particular best friend was Steve Rogers, who seemed to be a nervous wreck, wanting everything to go off without a hitch. So what does he do? Force Bucky into patrolling duty. Lucky for him, one of Natasha’s gorgeous bridesmaids, who looked like she had been assigned to babysitting duty, makes his rounds around the garden estate a lot more interesting.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

no powers au | first meets

*****

Bucky grumbled as he yanked at the tie that was pulling on his neck, courtesy of his best friend.

”All right Buck, I put my full faith in you. Everything better go perfectly from here on out,” Steve fumbled, trying to hide his worries with a casual fix of his best buddy’s tie. “ Remember, Tony is not allowed to dance on the tables again. And don’t let anyone else get too drunk and weird. Nothing is allowed to ruin Natasha’s big night.”

“It’s your big night too, Steve.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying and go find your wife.”

“C’mon, Buck,” Steve pleaded. “You already know that her parents don’t like me that much. If something goes wrong on their daughter’s wedding night, they’ll literally hate me forever.”

“I think they already hate you for not being Russian.”

“You’re not funny.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Look, Stevie,” Bucky pushed his friend’s hands away from his tie that was starting to choke him a tad. “You got married to Natasha, not to her parents. Her love for you is absolutely crazy, and nothing’s gonna change that, even if her parents aren’t that fond of you. Which by the way means that something is totally wrong with them.”

Steve cracked a smile.

“Stop worrying about them, punk,” Bucky continued. “You're wasting your time here stressing out when you could be dancing with Natasha, just enjoying your life. Your married, for fuck’s sake. At least act like you like it.”

“Jerk.” Steve shoved Bucky’s shoulder with a grin.

“So that means I’m off security duty?”

“You wish.”

Bucky’s cheeky grin dropped.

“What’re you waiting for?” Steve smirked. “I think you’re a bit too old for me to sign you off for some volunteer hours.”

Bucky lazily scanned the garden, watching people chat, laugh, and dance (and basically everything he wished he were doing other than playing cop).

The garden itself was beautifully landscaped, featuring carefully manicured flower beds bursting with a riot of colors. Roses, peonies, and daisies created a tapestry of blooms, their sweet fragrance filling the air and scent mingling with the soft, gentle breeze.

Bucky’s eyes caught Steve and Natasha talking quietly in each other’s ears in the corner, pure love evident on both their faces, hiding from the crowd to get a second to themselves.

A smile pulled on Bucky’s face, his heart melting at the sight. However, he was more than happy to point somebody’s grandma in the direction of the newlyweds after she had tugged on his sleeve and asked if he knew where they were, wanting to talk to the couple.

Bucky silently cursed at his best friend as he watched the old lady slowly make her way over to them. That’s what you get, you bastard.

He continued walking aimlessly around the garden, and as Bucky neared the large oak tree where he first started his lap, he saw a large group of young kids laughing hysterically and running in circles around someone.

Bucky peered past the children, trying to catch a glimpse of the poor person in the middle, wanting to get a quick laugh before he had to go back to his job.

He spotted you in the center of the game of Ring around the Rosie on crack, wearing a beautiful pastel pink bridesmaid dress, frantically trying to calm the kids down before they received even more attention from the guests.

He remembered seeing you earlier in the lineup of bridesmaids during the wedding, standing between Yelena and Wanda, but he didn’t get a good look through his teary eyes as he watched his best friend cry with joy throughout the ceremony.

He slowed his walk down to a halt, chuckling at the sight of you trying to bribe the kids with a pack of gum to get them to stop.

Before he could do anything else though, he accidentally made eye-contact with Sam, who was enjoying watching Bucky walk around in circles a little too much.

“Keep walking, bitch,” Sam mouthed at Bucky, making a circling motion with his finger. “Or else I’m telling Steve that you ain’t doing your job.”

Bucky flipped Sam off with a sneer, earning an obnoxious laugh from the latter.

However, wanting to satisfy his best friend’s wishes, Bucky continued his lap. He decided to walk as fast as he possibly could around the garden, trying to get back to you, sending a charming smile at a couple of guests that he accidentally bumped into in his rush.

Bucky drastically slowed down once he heard the group of kids again, cursing at himself for making it so obvious. This time, they were all chewing gum obnoxiously while you were shoving an empty packet of trident gum into a nearby trash can.

(So that’s exactly what Bucky planned to do on repeat: walk around the garden like his ass was on fire until he reached you, where he would slow down and stare like a creep.

Great plan, right?)

On the third round, you were laughing with a little boy who seemed to be unsuccessfully trying to blow bubbles with his gum.

On the fourth round, you were being pulled in opposite directions by two little girls who seemed to be fighting over you.

On the fifth round, all the girls were gently braiding white peonies from a nearby bush into your hair while you held a giant rock-paper-scissors tournament with the boys.

During the frenzy of the game, Bucky somehow managed to beckon Cass, Sam’s younger nephew, over.

“Hey, buddy.” Bucky knelt down on one knee to match the boy’s height. “Having fun?”

“Uncle Bucky, if you’re trying to get me to play matchmaker for you, I’ll have you know that I’m a little too busy right now to be playing cupid for a grown man.”

Bucky stared at the little boy. Why did he have to be so damn smart. “C’mon, Cass,” Bucky didn’t even try to create a cover story. “Just tell me her name.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Cass stuck his tongue. “It’s sad that your love life needs help from a six year old.”

“Ouch.” Bucky watched Cass run back to the group, getting up back to his feet before looking over at you again.

You looked like a fucking goddess with the flowers weaved into your hair and the soft glow from the fairy lights that were strung around leaving an angelic gleam on your smiling face.

However, before Bucky could stare for too long, Sam was urging him to keep walking.

On the sixth round, you were playing a huge game of concentration with all the kids.

On the seventh round, it was just you and Morgan Stark left in the game, and Bucky watched as you purposefully hesitated to let the little girl win. You laughed as she danced around you, repeatedly chanting “I win, you lose, I win, you lose”.

Damn Starks and their egos.

In the middle of the eighth round, while Bucky was rushing to get back to your group, a familiar hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Woah, Buck,” Steve laughed. “I’m glad that you’re so determined to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I just meant keep an eye on everyone. Like from wherever you were standing. Not walk around aggressively in circles.”

Bucky shrugged nervously. “Um, what can I say? It’s my duty to make sure everything’s perfect. Plus, I- uh, love walking.”

Steve looked suspicious. “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, let’s go to the dance floor. Becca’s looking for you.”

“Uh yeah, lemme just finish my final lap. There were a couple of tipsy looking men over there. Think they’re Alexei’s friends or something,” Bucky lied, gesturing in the general direction where he last saw you guys sitting. “I’ll just make sure they’re not too drunk and then I’ll join you guys.”

“You don’t have to, Buck,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulder. “But thank you.”

Bucky nodded curtly, promptly speed-walking back to you and the kids. Once he finally made it to the familiar tree, he was stopped in his tracks. You weren’t there.

Bucky finally noticed that all the kids were back with their parents; some being forced to eat, some dancing around with their dads, and some sitting, exhausted, in their mom’s lap.

He looked around for your familiar pink dress and white flowers hanging on by the thread in your hair, but he couldn’t spot you anywhere.

However, before he could find Cass and bribe him into telling Bucky where you went, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

It was Yelena, looking weirdly amused.

“Can I help you?” Bucky was a bit annoyed by the interruption during his frantic search for you.

“Actually, I think I can help you.” Her smug voice was coated in a thick Russian accent.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Come on, lover boy, you can’t hide anything from me. I saw the way you were looking at her.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.” Bucky tried to look as bored as possible, but his heart skipped a beat.

“Just admit it, Barnes. Or else I’ll tell your mother, and then she'll take matters into her own hands.”

Bucky’s head whipped towards Winnifred Barnes, who was across the garden, and was laughing at something Sam had said. Of course, Bucky loved his mother dearly, but Yelena probably would be a better matchmaker.

“Fine,” He mumbled. “You win.”

“Of course. I always do.” She pushed him, not so gently, in the direction of the bar. “Go get her, Casanova. She’s over there.”

“Couldn’t have done that any softer?” Bucky grumbled, steading himself from the shove.

“Nope.” She smiled sweetly.

Once Bucky was a couple yards out, she called out after him. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

“Fuck. You.” Bucky mouthed at her, earning a witch-like cackle from Yelena, but not before he checked to make sure not too many people were staring.

As Bucky approached the bar, he wiped his clammy hands onto his suit, surprised at his own nervousness.

Where the hell did all this sweat come from?

Bucky cleared his throat, taking a seat in the empty stool next to you, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

C’mon, Bucky. You’ve done this plenty of times before. Stop worrying. You’re becoming Steve. Just go for it. Say something. Anything-

“You’re Steve’s best man, right?” A gentle voice interrupted his frantic train of thought. “I remember seeing you power-walk in circles from across the garden earlier. Kinda reminded me of my grandma.”

Bucky laughed, his nerves melting away as he shot a sweet grin at you. “I bet your grandma’s got nothing on me. You see how fast I was going?”

“I certainly did. But I’m still wondering why, though.”

“What if I said that I was training for the Olympics?”

You giggled, and Bucky almost melted into a puddle at the sound. “Well then I would say that you wouldn’t last a minute there. Have you ever seen professional race-walking? It’s intense, man.”

“You saying I’m not good enough to compete?” Bucky nudged your shoulder with his own, his usual wave of confidence rippling back through him. “I’d like to see you try to beat me.”

“Give me the date and time,” You nudged him back. “You’re on.”

“Okay, okay, I see how it is.” Bucky clicked his tongue. “But, personally, I prefer to know my opponent’s name before we race to the death.”

“Well, personally,” You mocked, giving Bucky a sly grin. “I don’t like giving out private information to the enemy.”

“Fine, be that way. But since I, for one, am a good sport, I’ll start.” He dramatically stuck his hand out. “Hey there, I’m Bucky.”

You took his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Bucky arched an eyebrow at you. “Y’know, usually when someone introduces themselves to you, you’re supposed to introduce yourself back.”

“Oh really?” You slowly pulled your hand back, and he already missed the warmth of it. “Well thank you for the words of wisdom, Bucky. I’ll be sure to try it next time.” You stretched out his name with a smirk, and Bucky turned red.

Since when was the name ‘Bucky’ this erotic?

He chuckled and looked out to the dance floor, not wanting to give away the blush adorning his cheeks. He spotted Natasha and Steve, who were dancing slowly together in the middle, staring softly into each other’s eyes without a care in the world.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” You followed Bucky’s gaze to the couple, resting your chin in one hand and letting out a happy sigh.

Not as adorable as you, thou-

Bucky heard his name being called out, along with someone else’s he didn’t recognize.

Yelena squeezed in between you both, swinging an arm around each of you. She winked at Bucky. “I see you two have met.”

Bucky looked over at you with a smirk. "So that's your name, huh?" He repeated it with a long and dramatic stretch, just like you had with his. You hit his foot with your own.

“Whoa, no need to get violent,” Yelena jokingly slapped the back of your head before returning her arm onto your shoulder.

“Says you.” Bucky snorted.

“Yeah, Barnes. Says me.” Yelena slapped Bucky’s head next. “Anyways, everyone’s looking for you guys. Let’s go dance.”

Before either of you could protest, Yelena was already dragging you both by the hand up onto your feet and to the crowd in the middle of the estate. She shoved Bucky’s hands onto your waist and yours onto his shoulders before hurriedly walking away. “Have fun! I’m going to go find a dance partner.”

“Um, sorry about that.” You looked down at your feet, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Nothing to be sorry about, doll.” Bucky nudged your foot with his own. “So, you wanna dance?”

“If we didn’t, Yelena probably would kill us.” You leaned forward a bit as you laughed, and Bucky caught a whiff of the flowers in your hair. “But I’m definitely gonna step on your feet, so I apologize in advance.”

“Don’t you worry, doll. You’ll do great.” He started moving his feet to the music, urging you to sway along with him.

After a couple of laughs and bruises on Bucky’s toes, you had finally nailed it.

“See, you’re doing fabulous. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky smiled.

“Mhm, you can say that after I step on your foot again.”

“Oh c’mon, that’s not gonna happen. You’ve got this shit down.” Bucky winked at you. “That’s what happens when you get a great teacher like me.”

“Keep bragging and I’ll step on your foot on purpose this time.” You threatened. However, your mocking glare quickly turned into a sweet smile as spotted Morgan, who was dancing with her dad a few feet away.

Bucky watched as you two took turns sticking your tongues out at each other, the battle finally ending once Tony and Morgan danced away over to Pepper.

The crowd slowly dwindled down, leaving you and Bucky on the dance floor along with a few other couples.

Your dress twirled around you, the fabric flowing and whispering as you moved. Bucky’s hand rested on the small of your back, and the smooth wooden floor beneath them seemed to sway along in rhythm.

“You’re great with kids,” Bucky pointed out when you turned back to face him. “I saw you with 'em earlier too.”

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled at him, flashing your teeth. “I was convinced into babysitting for the night. Luckily the kids didn’t get too crazy. Probably shouldn't have given all of them gum though.”

Bucky laughed. “I feel you. I was forced into security duty by Steve.”

“Unpaid workers unite!” You stuck your hand up for a high-five, and Bucky gladly accepted with a hearty laugh. “So you’re pretty close to Steve, huh?”

“Yeah. We grew up together in Brooklyn. Been friends for as long as I can remember. He’s always been there for me.” Bucky looked over at his best friend, who was standing with Winnie and Sam, his arm draped across Natasha’s waist, pulling her close into him. “I’m really happy for him. He deserves all of this.”

You nodded, smiling up at Bucky with sparkling eyes. “You sound like an amazing friend,” You said softly, matching the gentle music playing in the background.

And in that moment, Bucky wanted to know everything about you- your hopes, your dreams, your fears, and the stories that danced behind your eyes. Time seemed to slow down as Bucky absorbed every detail of your presence- everything from your mischievous eyes down to your delicate lips that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

The sheer sight of your twinkling smile stirred emotions deep in him, and he wanted nothing more than to see that smile over and over again for the rest of his life. His mind scrambled to find the right words to describe the mixture of delight and nervousness he felt in his veins that created some sort of magnetic force that tugged you closer to him.

You were just a few inches away. Bucky’s breath caught in his chest.

“Central park. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll pick you up,” He whispered.

“You taking me on a date tomorrow, Barnes?” Your eyes flickered to his lips.

“Nah, doll.” Bucky inched closer. “We’re gonna race.”

And then he closed the distance with a lingering kiss.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fluffy Ending (2) Masterlist

part one

All That Really Counted (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "Imagine your OTP in bed after a fight, facing away from each other. They both begin to feel guilty about the quarrel, and roll over to apologize… at the same time. They do it so abruptly that they bump their heads together. After being dazed for a few moments, they giggle and kiss, twining their legs together and snuggling. They quietly murmur their apologies and endearments to each other until they fall asleep." based off of this tumblr prompt. (x)

Boy (wattpad) - wreckthisphan

Summary: “You’re an idiot but I’m an even bigger idiot, so let’s fall in love”. In which Phil is selectively mute but Dan can’t hear so that’s okay.

could've knocked me out with a feather (ao3) -deletable_bird

Summary: “Thank you, love you,” says the guy, and freezes. Dan’s smile suddenly feels a lot more genuine. Fluff, 2.6k

Flower Crown Luck (ao3) - HeartsAndSpades

Summary: Punk!Phil has a slight crush on Pastel!Dan and when Dan drops his flower crown in the library, Phil returns it and they start talking.

Friends Shouldn't Kiss Me Like You Do (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan knows Phil is in love with him, and has been since 2009. But as he realizes his feelings for Phil, Phil slowly stops loving him.

Hotel Day (ao3) - Fluffyphanfics

Summary: Dan and Phil do not have enough energy to go out of the hotel since they were at a YouTube event (you can choose). So, they have a lazy/fun day at the hotel

How Rare and Infinite It Truly Is That We Exist (ao3) - Felilla

Summary: In which Phil is obsessed with the stars and Dan realizes he’s in love with his best friend.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it - phantasticlizzy

Summary: He feels it when Dan’s thumb is wiggling out of his grasp, rubbing the pink skin under his eye relentlessly, making Phil squint. “Stop that,” Dan says. His voice is commanding but also soft and it only makes Phil cry harder.

or: the aftermath of a fight

little by little (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: Dan's voice is voice relaxed and liquid, his posture much the same. He’s draped over the arm of the couch, looking at Phil upside down, the rim of a half-full wine glass clasped in the fingertips of his right hand. “You’re drunk, you arse,” Phil tells him, skirting the coffee table and sitting down at his feet.

Love Of My Life (Phan Fluff) (ao3) - thegirlwholikestowrite

Summary: I suck at summaries. Three words; Phan, fluff, coffeshop.

Play Me A Song, Write Me A Story (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: Dan is an English teacher who loves words but doesn’t quite love his job, and Phil is the new band conductor/music teacher with bright blue eyes that Dan loves to describe.Their friendship blossoms instantly, despite both of them wanting more right from the start.

Sick in New Years (ao3) - Fluffyphanfics

Summary: Prompt: Phil got really sick and he decided to have New Year alone at the apartment but Dan surprises him.

That Guy (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: One video by a certain YouTuber has Dan Howell wondering for years.

We Always Come Home (ao3) - YourEyesHoldTheGalaxy

Summary: Dan comes back early from Playlist to an empty new flat and wonders what that means for him and his future with Phil.

We'll Never Be Royals (Extended) (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: royalty au where phil's the kind handsome prince and dan's a poor commoner who dreams of becoming world class musician. phil's parents hold a ball so he can meet his suitors, but he ends up falling for the pianist instead.

We’re Okay - whatisfanfiction

Summary: Dan is scarred, probably forever, which makes him vulnerable to ‘fits’. Phil, who takes Dan under his wing, tries to make things easier. Its just kinda angst with a really fluffy ending.

What was 2012? (ao3) - Yayroos

Summary: Dan and Phil talk about what 2012 was to them, now that they are together at last.

You Are Not Trivial (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: dan being a ghost doesn’t once hinder the friendship between him and phil. the two are constantly there for each other, despite their various differences in problems, and they never let the concepts of what’s ‘real’ and what isn’t define them and the relationship they have.

You're Beautiful (ao3) - Kovicenterprises

Summary: Dan's a sleepy baby and Phil can't help but fall in more in love with him every minute.

You’re Mine and I’m Yours - danalingphil-fics

Summary: Phil get’s possessive over Dan. Fluffy ending.

[thelemoncoffee]

i was cleaning out the notes app on my phone and i found this old as fuck au i made. I think i did post it on here when i initally made it, but i wanna share it agian

so basically from what is here, it's concept was "what if the training trio were the outcasts instead of Kokichi". it has Kokichi as a funny and miscivious class clown that most people really enjoy, while the trianing trio are seen as scary leather clad punks- Shuichi being seen as the leader of course.

apparently younger me subconsiously loved wingwoman Kaede despite at the time saying i hated her as a character, cause that's exactly the role she fills in this. She's a preppy student who's the only one who isn't scared to hell and back of the training trio, and tries to get people to stop spreading awful rumors about them. she's also trying to hook saiouma up because Kokichi and Shuichi are down bad for one another but are to scared to talk to one another for vastly different reasons.

i think i was at the start of my badboy Shuichi phase because the very next note i had after this one was labled "bikers x pastels" and told a tale of my three main V3 ships (saiouma, amamota, haruruma) being split into a biker gang and pastel candycore kids and falling for one another. Shuichi was on the bikers side.

what the fuck was going on in my little head back then???

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 8

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 3,734

Warnings: none

A/N: If this chapter had a name it would be “me, you, and steve’. Also I know how infuriating they are, so oblivious and dumb but isn’t it the point of pining ;) Thanks for your patience!

Wannabe sugar daddies, don’t interact with this post.

Bucky’s cab pulled over to the curb in front of his building. He tugged on the lapels of his coat, pulling it tighter around him, and braced himself for the blast of cold air waiting for him on the other side.

He hated the cold, hated winter. It reminded him of the day he lost his arm, alone on that godforsaken mountain until Steve found him. But he could deal with the cold if it meant he’d find you on the other side of that door.

He knew you were home, you had texted him about an hour ago telling him that you had a surprise for him. It had made him smile. He’d hurried home, desperate to see you even though he’d seen you that morning.

He had it bad.

He’d been restless since the gala, unable to sleep without dreaming of you, your velvet dress in a heap on his bedroom floor, your scent lingering on his bed sheets. He would wake up bathed in sweat, on the edge of coming.

He would deal with it with an ice cold shower.

Bucky had accepted the fact that his feelings for you weren’t as innocent as they once were. He had always thought you were strong, full of life and a little awkward, but lately he’d been wanting to kiss you, touch you, feel your warmth against him.

He wanted it so badly it hurt.

He wouldn’t say he loved you. He certainly felt something for you but love was something foreign to him. Sometimes he wondered if his feelings were even real. He’d gone from living an extremely solitary life to spending every single day with you. It could have easily been a product of his loneliness and your soft spoken demeanour.

He had stopped counting the number of times he’d almost kissed you on the lips. The urge was always there, eating away at him, but he always caught himself at the last moment, his lips landing on your forehead, your cheek or your temple instead.  

“I’m home,” he shouted, closing the door behind him. He bent to untie his shoes and kicked them off while he unzipped his coat. “What’s the big surprise? Is it something we can eat?”

He hung his coat next to yours on the hook and walked down the short corridor that led to the kitchen. As he walked, he became suspicious of the silence that hung in the air. Slowly he peeked into the kitchen and found you in the company of someone he thought he’d never see again.

“Steve?”

“Not edible, sorry, Buck.”

Bucky’s face broke out into an instant smile, ear to ear and ecstatic. “Fuckin’ hell, Rogers, you look like a yeti.”

Steve barked out a laugh as he stepped forward and hugged him. He wrapped both his arms around Bucky, almost lifting him off the ground despite knowing how uncomfortable hugs made him feel. Chuckling, Bucky returned his hug with one arm; the only kind of hug he could give.

“I’m happy to see you.” Steve pulled back and held him at arm's length.

Bucky looked over Steve’s shoulder at you who were standing behind the kitchen counter, grinning at them. “Is that my surprise?” You nodded. “Ugh, I was kind of hoping for pizza honestly.”

“Asshole.”

“I’m joking, man.”

Steve returned to his seat and Bucky followed. You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and fixed Bucky a cup of coffee. He gave you a grateful smile.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with this punk on your own,” Bucky told you. “Did he give you a hard time?”

“Nah,” you said. “He was pretty sheepish. Also, I almost gave him a heart attack.”

Bucky burst out laughing as Steve’s face and neck flushed red. You told Bucky the story of how you and Steve met outside his apartment building. Bucky doubled over laughing when you made a pretty spot-on impression of Steve’s confused face. Steve rolled his eyes at your theatrics, a smile on his lips.

“In my defense, no stranger has ever screamed my name like that.”

“Oh, if the alley behind the church could talk, it’d call you a fucking liar, Steve.”

“First, shut up!” Steve jokingly pushed Bucky off his seat. “Second, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” That sobered you both up faster than a cold shower. Steve caught a furtive sideways glance between you and Bucky. “Did I say something wrong?”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you replied with a smile. “I’m his, uh-” you trailed off and looked to Bucky for help but he was unable to speak. “I’m his roommate.”

“Oooh! Okay.”

Was that relief on Steve’s face? Bucky’s stare hardened. A muscle in his jaw jumped when Steve engaged you in a conversation. He asked you how long you’d been living with Bucky and if you liked the apartment. His tone was conversational but Bucky knew him like the back of his hand, he knew Steve was flirting with you.

“Are you staying for dinner?” you asked Steve. Bucky’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. You picked up the laminated meal plan from on the counter. “Creamed spinach and baked eggs.”

“Sounds great,” Steve agreed.

“You don’t like spinach,” Bucky grumbled under his breath.

“I’m not twelve anymore,” Steve countered with an arched brow. It made you laugh. “Besides I haven’t eaten a homemade meal in... wow, probably years.” Steve turned to you. “I don’t know if Bucky told you but I’m a landscape photographer. I live in the wild most of the year. It’s kinda like travelling by foot on an endless backpacking trip. It’s amazing but the food is disgusting.”

“Yikes!” You grimaced in sympathy. “Well, Bucky’s an amazing chef. I keep telling him we should open a restaurant together.”

You walked over to Steve and mock-whispered in his ear. “If we ask nicely, he’ll probably make us some garlic bread.”

That made Bucky smile. His first instinct was to answer with his usual ‘I’d do anything for you, angel’ but he couldn’t say that in front of Steve so he bit his tongue. He saw the disappointment in your eyes, as if you were expecting that usual answer too.

“I should go upstairs,” you said. “I have a painting to finish. Have fun, boys.”

Steve watched you go, then he shook his head and heaved out a sigh. He waited until he was sure you were out of earshot before he turned to Bucky.

“She’s quite something, isn’t she?” he said. “So, are you two...”

“We’re friends,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded. “Is she single?”

“As far as I know.”

Bucky’s jaw was clenched hard, the tendons in his neck looked like they were about to snap. He loved Steve like a brother but, goddammit, he wanted him to leave and never return. He balled his hand into a fist, feeling a visceral urge to punch something.

Yet, Steve seemed completely oblivious to Bucky’s turmoil. After living in the wild for several years, he was having trouble picking up on social cues.

“Do you think I should ask her out? I’m a bit rusty.” He ran his hand through his long hair, tugging at the strands. “I should get a trim first, right?”

“And a fucking shower,” Bucky grumbled to himself.

Steve didn’t hear him, he was too busy glaring at his hair in the big mirror on the wall.

Bucky tried to push away that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was becoming harder to pretend this was all innocent. Not when he had to physically restrain himself from punching his oldest friend in the teeth. Steve was allowed to ask you out, Bucky had no right to be jealous.

And yet...

“How long are you stayin’?” he asked, eyeing Steve’s backpack. It wasn’t unusual for him to take Steve in when he was between assignments, but things were different now.

“A few weeks. Is it going to be a problem?”

“Listen, if it were just me, I’d let you stay,” Bucky replied. “But I’m not alone anymore. She doesn’t know you, you’re basically a stranger, and you’re already thinking of hitting on her. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable. This is her home.”

Steve blushed. “No, of course. I understand. I would never-”

“All I’m sayin’ is, she has the final say,” Bucky cut him off. “If she lets you stay, you can take the kids’ room.”

“You sure? It’s right next to her room. I could take the room upstairs, the one above the living room.”

“No, you can’t,” Bucky sighed. “It’s her painting studio.”

Steve stared at him with a suspicious frown. “Are you sure there’s nothing between you and her?”

“Yup, she’s just a friend.”

He tried not to fidget as he forced himself to hold Steve’s gaze. He kept his head high and acted as composed as he could even though his heart was jackhammering in his chest.

“Okay,” Steve drawled out, not entirely convinced. “If you say so.”

As Bucky expected, you allowed Steve to take the guest room, the one with the bunk-bed, though Steve told you that it wouldn’t be a problem. It also meant that he would be sharing your bathroom, and while it didn’t seem to bother you, it made Bucky really uncomfortable.

That evening, he sat down with you and Steve at the dinner table. He made sure Steve was seated at one end of the table, thinking that if you didn’t have him in front of you, you’d interact less. Bucky’s plan backfired pretty quickly. Steve had so many ‘I-lived-in-the-wild-for-ages’ stories that he monopolized the discussion –and your attention.

Bucky spent most of the night lost in his own thoughts, daydreaming, and only smiled when he caught your gaze. He snapped out of his haze when he noticed that he was alone at the dinner table. You and Steve were washing the dishes, talking and laughing.

He felt a pang of envy at the sight before him; it was supposed to be him and it scared him that someone could take you away from him. Then it hit him. He wasn’t special, you were kind and sweet with everyone. It was what had attracted him to you in the first place; your kindness, your fortitude and loyalty.

He couldn’t blame Steve for falling for you, too.

“Guys, I’m going to bed,” he said, standing on the landing between the two rooms.

You turned around mid-laugh and smiled warmly at him. “Good night, Bucky.”

“Sweet dreams, angel.” It slipped out. He didn’t even realize what he’d said, but Steve did.

Steve cocked a brow at his best friend’s retreating figure before he hung his head and let out a brief chuckle.

Over the next few days, Bucky’s mood didn’t improve. He was holding back, unable to reach out to you the way he used to. Steve was always there. Always.

In the morning Steve would come back from a run, sweaty and hungry, and wearing a shirt that was two sizes too small for him. He really laid it on thick, even by his standards, but you didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, you would often go out with Steve when Bucky was working on his new book. He took you to art shows, introduced you to important people and you visited art supply stores together, which annoyed Bucky more than he thought possible.

He felt stuck in a Garfunkel and Oates song, praying for Steve to go away.

I could've wished a thousand wishes for Steve to disappear.

Worst of all, Bucky was snappy with you. Especially after he inadvertently overheard you and Natasha talking about Steve. You painted a vivid picture of Steve’s ass. Figuratively of course, though Bucky couldn’t be certain that you didn’t have hundreds of notebooks filled with drawings of Steve’s ass.

“Hey, stranger.”

He looked up when you walked into his study carrying a tray with his breakfast –coffee and two slices of toasted white bread with butter and jam. You left the tray on a pile of papers and closed the door behind you.

“I was wondering about you, since you didn’t show up for breakfast.” You stood behind him and worked your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and let you massage his scalp, the tension slowly leaving his body. “Something’s bothering you. I can tell.”

Bucky was so relaxed that his filter was non-existent. “Yeah, Steve’s bothering me. He stole my angel.”

“He can’t steal a mythical creature.”

“You’re my angel,” he half-moaned when you applied pressure to his scalp.

“I haven’t been feeling like your angel lately,” you said, giving him another squeeze before you let go of his head. You took a seat on the armchair close to his desk. “You’re... I don’t know. You’re moody and irritated, and I don’t know how to help you. I know you don’t like surprises, and Steve showing up out of nowhere and staying here was a pretty huge surprise. It’s difficult to cope with change but I think you’re acting a little weird. I swear, Bucky, sometimes you look at Steve like you want to kill him. Is it because we spend time without you?”

Bucky straightened up in his seat and took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Yeah, I guess. You two are having fun and I’m stuck here, alone.”

“You feel left out.”

“A bit,” he replied earnestly. “But if you like him, you should go for it. He’s a good-looking guy, he’s nice. He’s also a dumbass but that’s part of his charm.”

You laughed. “What? Why are you telling me this?”

“I heard you and Natasha,” Bucky explained, blushing. “You said, and I quote: ‘he's got an ass you can bounce quarters off of.’”

You burst out laughing. “Oh, Bucky.”

“What? I’m just sayin’ if that’s what you wanna do... I’ll give you a bunch of quarters.”

“No, thanks,” you laughed. “I’m good. I keep my quarters for something else.”

Bucky speared you with a suspicious look. “So you don’t think his ass is like a juicy peach.” He blinked. “Also a direct quote.”

“Oh, no, I stand by what I said. His ass is so-” you lifted your hands and made a squeezing motion “-tight.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he rushed to say. “It’s not that impressive. Anyone can do squats. I do squats.”

“Fishing for compliments?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head. You looked at him with a fond smile. “Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He reached for a slice of bread and bit into it, focusing his attention on his laptop screen. You got to your feet and walked to the door.

“Oh, um, by the way, how much of that conversation did you hear?” you asked, leaning against the half-open door.

“Not much, I left after the juicy peach thing.”

You hummed while nodding, your eyes cast down. When you looked up at him, a glint of something mischievous shone in your eyes. “You should have stayed a little longer,” you said enigmatically, your eyes roaming shamelessly over his body.

You raised your eyebrows and closed the door behind you, leaving Bucky speechless and confused. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” he shouted, hoping you could hear him through the closed door. “Angel? Come back!”

Needless to say he didn’t write much after that.

Bucky made a conscious effort to stop being an asshat. A week later, he was in a better mood, and only glared at Steve twice –the first time when Steve put his hand on your knee and the second when he made a vaguely flirtatious remark.  

You let Steve and Bucky handle the dirty dishes, and Bucky was sure you did it on purpose. Your little smug smile said as much. Steve didn’t seem happy, he had never liked household chores and probably only did the dishes to spend time with you.

Bucky remembered Steve’s childhood bedroom; shades always down, his bed perpetually unmade, and a monster pile of clean and dirty clothes on his desk chair. He remembered Sarah’s exasperated sigh whenever she entered her son’s bedroom. It made him laugh.

Bucky had always been a neat person, something his mom always took pride in. ‘Look at my son who does his own laundry and sets the table without being asked. Look how well I raised him!’ After his accident, cleaning became an obsession, a way of controlling something that was uncontrollable.

“Did you get Sam’s text?” Steve asked, tossing the now-wet towel on the counter. “Emergency brunch tomorrow at 10.”

“Yeah, I know. Sam has a loose understanding of the word ‘emergency’. Last time he wanted to know if he could pull off a goatee. Not exactly an emergency.”

“Mhh,�� Steve replied, thinking. “Are you coming?”

“Hell yeah,” Bucky chucked, “I wanna know what this new emergency is.”

Steve cast him a sideways glance while leaning his back against the kitchen counter. He mulled over something as he watched his friend clean the sink.

“So, um,” Steve started awkwardly. “I have a date tomorrow.”

Bucky’s hand faltered a bit. “Ah? With who?”

Steve looked toward your bedroom door and let out a very loud sigh. “A real-life angel, Buck.”

Bucky let go of the sponge and straightened up abruptly. He glared at Steve, hoping he’d heard him wrong. “What did you just say?”

“I have a date tomorrow night so you’ll have the place to yourself.” Steve smiled to his friend, blissfully unbothered. “I think I’ve been invading your personal space. You always look upset so I thought this would be a great idea. And I’ve been alone for so long, I need... relief you know.”

“Awesome,” Bucky replied, gritting his teeth.

“Great, I’m glad you see it that way,” Steve said, grabbing Bucky’s shoulder and squeezing gently. “See you tomorrow, Buck.”

He watched Steve walk to his bedroom and close the door behind him. Something inside him cracked, and he felt the overwhelming urge to throw something, watch it break into tiny pieces.

He took a deep breath and went in search of you instead. He found you upstairs in your studio, kneeling in front of a canvas, the handle of a pair of pliers in your mouth. It took you a few seconds to acknowledge his presence, and Bucky grinned when you let out a little shocked gasp.

“Did you have fun washing the dishes with Steve?” you teased, taking the pliers out of your mouth.

“I think we need a dishwasher.” He walked into the room and squatted down on his haunches next to you. “Whatcha doing?”

“I’m removing the staples on the stretcher bars so I can roll up the canvas and put it in a tube,” you said. “This way they’re protected and I can carry them pretty easily. I have a meeting with a gallerist tomorrow. Apparently Steve knows her well. He mentioned my name and she wants to see my work.”

“That’s amazing, angel,” Bucky exclaimed. “How can I help?”

“I’m almost done. I just need to finish this one. Can you grab that sheet of plastic on the desk? We’ll wrap it in it and then we’ll use a piece of canvas for extra protection.”

He followed your instructions and made sure not to ruin your hard work. Once the canvas was in the tube, you placed it against the wall next to two similar tubes. Then you cleaned up and put away your tools.

“I don’t know if Steve told you but-”

“Yes, I know,” Bucky cut you off. “The date. It’s great. Honestly.”

“Yeah.” You lowered your gaze and studied your shaking hands, unable to meet his eyes. “Listen, I was thinki-”

“I really need some time to myself anyway,” he talked over you. “So it’s great, y’know? We all get what we want.”

“I guess,” you replied. “It’s getting late, I should go to bed.”

“Getting up bright and early tomorrow, uh?” The jovial tone in his voice sounded forced, even to his ears. You nodded mechanically. “Well, good night.”

“Good night.”

You both stood unmoving, staring at each other. Your eyes were asking for something, pleading with him, but he was too lost to understand. He was lost in his own feelings, remembering something Sam had said a while ago.

There’s an entire world between like and love.

And it was true.

Like was doing the dishes with you. It was laughing and screaming while you chased each other around the living room, using fairy lights as lassos. Like was booping your nose when you watched him cook dinner. It was speaking gibberish after watching a foreign film.

Love was that sweet agony that made him feel more alive than he had ever felt. It was letting you hold his hand and play with his fingers even though his nose felt itchy. Love was seeing you wrap his bow tie around your wrist like a bracelet. It was walking around a deserted planetarium with you.

Love was the colour of your favourite lipstick; Carter Red.

“Thanks for your help,” you said, interrupting his train of thought.

“My pleasure.” He tried to smile but it hurt.

Everything made sense now. His crankiness and irritability, his sudden aversion to his oldest friend, the one who had saved his life. The one who had asked you out on a date –or so it seemed.

“Sweet dreams...” he paused, considering, then used your name instead of your usual pet name.

He had no right to call you ‘angel’ anymore. Steve had asked you out first, he had asked Bucky multiple times if he was okay with that, and Bucky’s answers had always been a gritted ‘yes’.

The truth was, his epiphany didn’t change anything. He wouldn’t have asked you out because there was too much at stake: your friendship, your livelihood, your career, the well-being of your family. He couldn’t put you in an uncomfortable position, couldn’t ruin your hard work.

And he was terrified of these feelings. They were too new, too raw.

You pinched your lips together and nodded, avoiding his eyes. He clenched his jaw hard, hating the resigned look on your face. Why did you look so defeated? Without saying anything, you walked past him and left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Part 9

[wonderwomanfantasy]

tattoo crazy

Hell yes I love some Honenuki fluff

Honenuki x Tattoo artist! Reader

warnings: swearing, tattooing, that's about it

word count: 1,200 (about)

summary: tattoo parlor and flower shop au

Honenuki didn’t mind the long hours that Posy Pushers asked of him. He liked arranging bouquets for weddings and parties. Honenuki genuinely enjoyed the light pastel uniform and watering the rose bushes out front. The only part he didn’t really enjoy about his flower shop job was the across-the-street neighbor. Maple Street was a nice place, dotted with yarn stores and candy shops frequented by old ladies and their grandchildren. Bur right across the street the was a black bricked tattoo parlor that just ruined the whole vibe.

He could hear the loud music pounding through the tinted glass, and the whole place smelled like cigarettes. Honenuki leaned against the counter. Peering through the glass and Jagged Ink as the door opened and strains of an angry punk song coming through to him as you walked out on a lunch break.

Honenuki’s heart throbbed, as he saw you, in a loose black tank top, ripped black shorts, and combat boots. His cheeks went pink as you turned and started heading across the street towards him. He didn’t much care for the store itself but the people who worked there were cool he supposed.

The door chimed as you came in. “H-Hi! Welcome in let me know if I can help you!” he chimed shooting upright. You gave him a soft smile.

“Just me kid relax,” you said teasingly. The blush on his cheeks darkened. You usually came in on your lunch break to sketch flowers and leaves and eating silently. You moved a pot off of a white iron stool and sat down in front of a hanging planter of ivy. Honenuki took a deep breath and calmed himself down peering over at your sketchbook in your hand.

“You ever think about getting a tattoo?” you asked, not looking up making him jump. You usually didn’t speak unless it was to ask about a certain arrangement.

“Not really, It’s not my style,” he said.

“I think some ink would look nice on you,” you said looking up at him your intense eyes hitting him with full force. He felt his knees go weak and he was glad that you couldn’t see the way his legs shook. He was such a sucker for you, you barely spoke and yet, just the hint that you think he’d be more attractive with a tattoo made his head spin.

“Would you do that for me? Tattoo me that is,” he breathed. You smiled at him.

“I’d love to, I’ve got some designs I think you’d like,” you said shifting and flipping through the book on your lap. You’d been thinking about him?

“It’s not a flower is it?” he asked walking around the counter to your side seeing your art.

“Oh please I wouldn’t be so cliche,” you scoffed landing on a page with multiple small designs. And pointed to one in a corner. “This one is for you.”

He peered down and saw it was a small snail with mushrooms growing out of the back of his shell.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“It’s cool as hell right?” you asked proudly.

“I love it,” he said. “But don’t tattoos hurt?” he asked meekly. You smirked at him.

“Ever pricked your finger on a thorn?” you asked.

“Sure,”

“It’s no worse than that, I promise,” you said glancing down at your watch. “Shit I have to get going, but think about it, I can squeeze you in Thursday afternoon,” you said with a wink, whipping your hands off on your shorts and leaving him with a small wave. He watched as you left and put his hands in his head and groaned. He was so very whipped for you. Then he smiled to himself. You’d been thinking about him, you’d drawn up a tattoo for him.

Honenuki was shaking like a leaf as he waited in the lobby of Jagged Ink. he was still in his pastel work sweater. The woman who sat behind the counter eyed him sympathetically. Her hair was dyed a vibrant orange and she had more piercings on her face than he could count. She was very nice as she checked him in for his appointment but all he could think about was how this chick could totally kick his ass.

The other clients and artists inside didn’t help set his mind at ease either. But then you came up to the front and grinned at him “good to see you kid, come on back and we’ll get started,” he followed you meekly not making eye contact. One of the other artists whistled and called your name

“This the boyfriend?” he called

“Shut it Olly,” you said not looking back. His cheeks went bright red

“B-boyfriend?” he stammered you just rolled your eyes.

“Olly just likes teasing, he thinks I like you cus I always go over to your place for lunch,” you said casually, stopping at a chair. Your explanation didn’t calm him down. People thought you liked him? Why? Did you talk about him? Why did you have to call it his place, that made it sound like you were coming over to his house? Did you like him?

“Did you decide where you want it?” you asked. Honenuki sighed and tapped the back of his shoulder. You nodded “sounds good, go ahead and take your shirt off,” you said sitting down on a backless stool and setting up your gun and ink. This, he was prepared for, he’d practiced in the mirror you saying those words and then him actually doing it. He still had to take a few deep breaths before shrugging off his top. You glanced up then did a double-take.

“Damn kid you’re ripped as hell how did you get so buff?” you asked openly learning at his chest. He was so not ready for this, he had to fight the urge to cover himself.

“I work out, I mean I have a life out of the flower shop,” he mumbled before sitting down in the backwards-facing chair. You laughed.

“Alright alright fair enough, lets get started yeah?”

You were right the pain wasn’t that bad, it was kind of nice almost he could see why some people got addicted to getting tatoos, what was even better was the constant drone of conversation. He just liked talking to you.

“It looks gorgeous,” he said holding up a mirror and admired your finished work. You beamed.

“Let me know if you ever want something else I’ve got a couple other things I think you’d like,” you said. There you went again, making him blush like it was nothing. Honenuki couldn’t help but feel adrenaline build up in his chest. Fuck it right? He was already doing out of character things.

“If I asked you out on a date you stay yes?” he asked bluntly. It was finally your turn to look flustered.

“I-I uhm I mean yeah,” you stammered before looking down at your hands fidgeting with your fingers. “Do you want to go over the care again?” you asked falling back on what you knew. He smilled.

“I’m good, How about lunch tomorrow? Something casual,” he said, very much enjoying the power he seemed to have over you, it was nice to know that you liked him the same way he liked you.

“Cool,” you said nodding.

“cool.”

[angellesword]

SAVE ME | KTH (12)

Summary: You were determined to kill yourself, but what would happen when instead of ending your life, you ended up summoning the devil of death?

Alternatively:

The Devil: I’m here to ruin you, I’m here to save you.

Genre: Demon au, e2l, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Devil!Taehyung x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: stabbing, blood, evil Taehyung is back, mention of pedophilia.

SERIES: CHAPTER 11 | CHAPTER 13

*****THIS IS UNEDITED. SORRY.

When Taehyung kissed you, he felt hot, drunk, and happy.

These feelings were the opposite of what you felt.

"Ugh," you pulled away from the kiss when you couldn't bear the taste of his mouth anymore.

You could literally feel the remnant of his blood on your own lips. It had a metallic taste and it was disgusting.

"Is something wrong?" Taehyung enquired, brows furrowed because of confusion.

He still felt like he was floating in the air. He had never felt something this strong before.

"N-Nothing," you answered, losing the courage to tell him that you hated the taste of blood.

You didn't want to offend him, didn't want him to think that you did not enjoy the kiss.

You did.

And that's what scared you the most.

Where did the two of you stand after this? What did this mean exactly? Did he kiss you because he liked you? Or did he do it just to give into one of his capital vices?

"Are you sure?" Taehyung blurted out, his voice was soft that it made your heart skip a beat.

Why did he have that look on his face? Why was he staring at you as if he wanted to crash his lips against yours again?

"Yeah," your eyes were roaming around, obviously avoiding his hot gaze. "It's getting late. We should head home,"

It was rude to walk away without waiting for his response. You knew this well. But what were you supposed to do when all that was clouding your mind was perplexity?

The ignorant part of you wanted to think that Taehyung was attracted to you, but the rational part of you was saying that only a fool would think that the devil was capable of liking someone.

Devil.

He was the devil and you shouldn't be fooled.

"Wait—" Taehyung ran after you, his hand immediately found its way to your wrist.

Taehyung swore he could feel the loud beat of your pulse.

"D-Did you not like it?" He whispered, voice so small you were certain he was either afraid or hurt.

"Didn't like what?" You were pretending as though you had no idea what he was talking about.

Taehyung's heart dropped. Judging your answer, he already knew what you felt.

"I was talking about the kiss," it was like he didn't get the hint that you didn't want to talk about it.

"It's fine if you hate it." The laugh he let out was breathy.

You tried to look at his face. He was already staring at you, his golden eyes screamed something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Just..." His grip on your wrist loosened, like he was ready to let you go, which was a clear juxtaposition of what he said after losing contact with your skin.

"Don't avoid me because of it." His smile was sad. "I don't want things to be awkward between us because of a mere peck on the lips."

And there was your answer.

"Right," you smirked before walking away, totally ignoring his groans as he told you to wait for him.

You were walking too fast, like you were doing exactly what he asked you not to do: avoid him.

Yes. You were planning on ignoring Taehyung. Actually, you were doing it now. You also did it yesterday and the day before that.

You were keeping track. Fourteen.

You had been avoiding the devil of death for straight two weeks now.

[4:23pm] you: I'm gonna be home late. Don't wait for me. Don't pick me up. I brought my car.

Even your text message felt like a dismissal. Taehyung frowned upon reading it. You were talking to him in a formal way. No smiley face or whatever.

He scoffed and tossed his phone onto the couch.

He didn't know if he had done something wrong for you to act like this. It was apparent that you didn't want to see him. You always brought him with you to the hospital, but ever since the kiss happened, you made sure to leave home at six in the morning and only be back at eleven in the evening.

There were also nights when you chose to sleep at the on-call room of Cornelia Hospital.

The devil didn't dare to bother you even though he missed you. This was because he was following the advice of PD-nim, his virtual assistant.

"Hey, PD-nim," Taehyung called after retrieving his phone. He needed advice again since it was obvious that giving you space wouldn't do the trick.

He just felt like you were growing more distant to him as day passed.

"What to do when someone is avoiding you?"

PD-nim responded in a heartbeat.

"You should give them space, Master V."

Taehyung clenched his jaw. PD-nim was full of shit. He knew how to address the devil with the nickname he set for himself, but the virtual assistant couldn't give proper solution to his master's problem.

"But it's not working!"

PD-nim took a few second to respond after that.

"Well," the assistant seemed hesitant. "Have you tried giving them flowers? Speaking of which, did you know that 64% percent of men buy flowers, while only 36% percent of women buy flowers for Valentine's Day—"

"PD-nim," Taehyung said through gritted teeth, making the assistant stop. "Can you shut the fuck up?"

"Okay," PD-nim's answer was instant again.

Taehyung sighed, as he gently stroked his chin.

"So flowers, huh?" He mumbled to himself.

Maybe he could try to give you red roses? Or tulips? Would you like daisies?

"PD-nim," Taehyung was decided. He would buy you some floras. "Where is the nearest flower shop from my apartment?"

There was no answer.

Taehyung facepalmed. He forgot how sensitive PD-nim was.

"Fine. You can speak again."

"Magic Flower Shop is four hundred meters away from your apartment,"

The devil switched off his phone and then he went his way to the shop PD-nim had suggested.

It wasn't so bad. The place was decorated mostly with pastel pink ornaments.

Taehyung roamed around the place. There were so many flowers that he didn't know what to pick. He was pondering whether to buy ready-made bouquet or to customize one. He had a lot of time to kill after all.

He didn't like staying in your apartment because loneliness was only consuming him.

"Sunflowers or lilies?" Taehyung licked his bottom lip, skimming his choices.

In the end, Taehyung decided to just ask the flower shop owner to help him. Unfortunately, the owner said she was busy with some pre-orders so she couldn't help Taehyung.

On the bright side, the owner told him that her daughter was willing to help. The latter was a florist. She knew what the devil needed, but she didn't look please to render service.

"What are you staring at!?" The mentioned florist hissed.

"You don't seem very friendly," Taehyung observed, pouting his lips and turning to look at the array of flowers in front of him instead.

The florist sneered in response.

Taehyung hummed, "are you perhaps having relationship problems?" He was talking like PD-nim. This was what his assistant said when Taehyung was acting as if he hated the world.

PD-nim was right. Taehyung was problematic that time. He didn't know what to do with you.

"What is it to you?" The florist snorted once again, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes.

"You're right. It's none of my business so I don't understand why you're diverting your anger towards me," he was losing his patience. "I am your customer. You should be treating me like one."

He had enough bullshit to deal with. He didn't deserve to deal with a rude mortal like this one.

"You're right. I'm sorry," the florist mumbled, embarrassed. She also lowered her voice a little so that her mother couldn't hear her. "I'm just pissed coz my mom won't allow me to leave this shit hole."

Taehyung was surprised when the florist opened up. Huh. People were really something else. They would only treat you right if you showed them that you should be treated right.

Kindness was not an unspoken rule. This was probably the reason why people instantly fell in love with someone who showed them basic act of kindness.

They couldn't distinguish the different between romantic interest from respect and kindness.

"Wow," Taehyung shook his head in disbelief, the corner of his mouth turning up. "This is a shit hole for you? I see that you have high standards."

This flower shop already looked cool.

"First of all, my standards are not high. You are just judgmental," the florist crossed her arms. "You look like an ahjussi so I think by now you should know that just because your so-called standard doesn't live up with the standard of other people, you already have the right to assume what is and what is not."

The florist paused for a while just to swallow thickly.

"This place is a shit hole because I am always stuck here! I don't even have time to see my boyfriend!"

"You have a boyfriend?" Taehyung parted his mouth in shock.

The florist gasped. She had said so many things, yet all that mattered to Taehyung was the boyfriend thing?

Unbelievable.

"What's the problem? You think I'm not pretty enough to have a boyfriend!?"

"First of all, you're assuming facts." Taehyung mimicked the voice of the florist. "Since you look like a kid, I assume that my reaction is understandable."

"I'm not a kid!" The florist gaped at Taehyung. "I'm fifteen years old!"

The devil chuckled upon hearing that.

"So I'm right after all. You are a kid. I understand now why your mother won't allow you to meet your so-called boyfriend," he was still mimicking how the florist acted a few breaths ago.

"How old is he, anyway? That punk better be fifteen too."

"And what if he's older?" The florist challenged.

Taehyung's eyes darkened.

"Then I'll beat him up and report him to the police. Pedophile shit."

The florist looked like the cat got her tongue, causing to Taehyung wiggle his brows in contempt.

"You should breakup with him, kid. I'm serious. I won't have any choice but to tell your mom about this if you—"

"Don't please!" The florist cut him off. She looked startled, tears filling her eyes. "I know he's older than me but he loves me! He said he loves me! We are running away tonight! Please!"

Taehyung was beyond shocked to hear this revelation. This kid knew nothing. She should be stopped.

The devil didn't care if she hated him. She left him with no choice.

Taehyung rushed towards the exit. He spotted the shop owner outside of this store. It looked like she was talking to someone over the phone.

"No!" The florist's lips trembled. She pulled Taehyung's arm, forcing him to look at her.

"Don't tell her!" The girl cried.

Taehyung was about to say something, he was also about to pull his arm away from the child; however, he was too weak to do that.

Suddenly, he was coughing blood.

"Ahjussi!" The florist tried to comfort Taehyung, but the latter shook his head.

No one could help him. This was not happening because he was sick or whatever.

Taehyung knew this was the effect of trying to do good things.

He was the devil. He was supposed to tempt human beings to give into the darkness.

Either that or he would continue to suffer.

Taehyung chose the former option.

He couldn't suffer anymore. He was not stupid. He was aware that he would die if he still played the role of a hero.

He couldn’t do good things anymore. He couldn't be someone who he was not.

"H-Hey, kid?" Taehyung puked. His head was spinning and he felt like his body was burning.

He could even feel his horns threatening to show.

"Y-You....wanna get...o-out of this..." Taehyung panted. "Shit hole, right?"

"Yah, ahjussi!" The girl cried. "How could you think about that right now? You're hurt."

She was sobbing. She appeared feisty but she was just a soft person.

It was a shame that he had to corrupt her mind.

"You won't get away..." Taehyung inhaled deeply.

His head wasn't spinning anymore. It still hurt but it was tolerable now. This was because he was starting to tempt the florist.

Angry people, scared people...These were the type of people who were easy to corrupt.

"Unless we get rid of your mom first,"

"W-What are you saying?" Fear crossed her face; she took a step away from Taehyung.

The devil only smirked.

"Your mother doesn't love you. She doesn't want you to be happy. She's taking you away from the only person who really loves you..."

The florist was shaking her head as the devil fed her with lies.

"I-I can't...that's not—" She trailed off. She wanted to say that Taehyung was lying, yet she couldn't.

Her young love was poisoning her mind.

She didn't know what was true and what was made up.

"Come on, sweetheart." Taehyung took a step closer to her, reaching for the knife the florist used to cut the stem of the flowers.

"You just have to stab her on the stomach. She's going to get hurt but she's not gonna die." He was handing her the weapon. "Just one stab. It will buy you time. You can run away while I take her to the hospital."

Taehyung stopped talking when the girl pursed her lips.

Silence engulfed them.

Seconds later, the girl took the knife.

"I'll do it." She said.

Taehyung's grin grew wider.

"That's a good girl."

The florist was decided. She gripped the handle of the knife tighter as she ran towards her mom.

She was close.

But someone stopped her—you stopped her.

"Yeji-ah?" The shop owner called the name of her daughter, her brows were knitted together when she saw how you snatched the knife away from Yeji.

"What's happening?" And of course the mother was confused.

Taehyung fucked up, that's what.

The devil knew this too. He knew he fucked up just by looking at you through the big window of the store.

You saw.

You saw what happened. You knew that Taehyung tempted this poor little girl.

He couldn't be wrong. The glare you were giving Taehyung could attest to that.

Again, you saw.

After almost a year of living with him, you finally saw.

No. You didn't see Kim Taehyung. What you saw was the....

devil.

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Hiii! I wanted to ask you if u recognized this fic please🥺❤I've just read a beautiful short fanfic i think on ao3 yesterday night but i cant seem to find it anywhere today. I fell in love with it but i only remember it slightly. It was i think a high school au. It had preserum steve in it, slightly punk bucky i think, maybe like 80s x 90s vibes. Brock Rumlow was a bully. Basically the fic was from Bucky's view and it was talking about how cute and adorable Steve was. He was really innocent and just likes art. There is a scene when they are laying on a grass in park under some tree and Steve found a bug? Steve wore like a pastel shirt/sweater? Oh and I think that Rumlow broke Steve's ribs maybe at one part but I'm not sure. Skhdkahdjs. And also Bucky has a flashback to when Steve was really sick. Its super adorable.

My explanation propably sucks but yeah. I love ur page so so much!!❤❤ Thank you sm if u find it🥺❤ Ily

Your explanation doesn’t suck! Unfortunately, I have no idea what this is.  Can anyone help?

Thank you for the kind words <3

[anotherninjagoblog]

some Samuraishipping (Pixal x Nya) high school au headcanons

Pixal

you know she has that soft girl aesthetic going on

she wears like that comfy sweater and skirt combo to school

she’s a colorful pastel type of gal

she’s very organized and she probably has all that cute stationary stuff: paper, pens, folders, washi tape all from Daiso maybe

in this au she’s pretty close friends w/Zane bc they kinda grew up together with their fathers working at the same place

Her makeup is simple, more natural

In school she’s pretty quiet, but I feel like her personality shows a bit more around her close friends and of course the characteristic sass

Some of the things she enjoys doing is writing and journaling, although reading isn’t far too behind either. English class is her favorite and not just because Nya is there too! ;)

Something of an outfit for her :P

Nya

Nya’s style is completely her own, made up of punk and e-girl type influences

Chokers. She’s had a strong interest in jewelry.

She only has a nose stud that her mom allowed her to get for her 16th birthday, but she has her eyes set on others!

She won’t take anybody’s BS, and she’ll call you out on something if you’re being unfair or just a jerk.

Her makeup is pretty bold, but it fits her well. Wings, eyeshadow, the like.

Straight up radiates confidence. Like it’s in her walk and talk.

She’s dyed her hair. The first ever color she tried was back in eighth grade, a black blue color.

She and Kai want to get matching dragon tattoos. Ultimate sibling bond. 😎

Something of an outfit for her :P

Relationship

Have your personal headcanons on this one, but I think Pixal has to a least be a liiiiitle taller than Nya :P

Nya encourages Pixal to be more confident and assertive

Nya is the only person besides Zane she’s shown her writing to, but you know there’s some things Pixal chooses to share with only Nya as well :)

When they’re dating, Nya gifts Pixal one of those beaded chokers with charms she picked herself of things she thinks Pixal would find cute. In the middle is a crystal heart charm that serves as like the middle peace.

Nya then places a crystal heart charm into her choker so they match :)

I feel like their differences only makes it so much more fun when it comes to showing each other their respective interests. I’m not sure what they’d be yet, but it’s fun to think about :)

They....might have kissed before they were girlfriends hehe😅🥺

[theshinsun]

WIP Roundup

I was tagged by @taigainside and @izukillme, thanks guys!! <3

I’ve already laid out my full list of WIPs for this prompt, so I’m going to take this opportunity to talk about a few I didn’t get to touch on, as well as discussing some of my currently updating fics.

everything under the sun 

the massive, self-indulgent pastel/punk college AU I’ve been waiting to write for over two years now. I think I’m finally going to tackle it next month for NaNoWriMo (at least to try and get it to 50k, the structure and milestones might motivate me and help me along). I’ve talked about it a little before, drawn some things for it, and made a playlist, but I still don’t think y’all realize just how deep this thing goes. the logline is “Kagami doesn’t realize what he’s getting into when he agrees to meet the rest of Kuroko’s friends”, but the real gist of it is trying to capture the impact people have on each other’s lives, the wonderful weirdness of the college experience, the feelings of being young and in love... it’s the most ambitious project I’ve ever taken on, part of the reason it’s taken so long to get to the point where I can actually write it, and let me tell you *slaps roof of 14-page outline doc* this baby can fit so much self-projection in it. I’m excited and terrified and you should be too.

Full-Frontal (or, “draw me like one of your American boys”)

AoKaga nude model AU. they... say write what you know? I’ve got this one outlined and have started to draft it out, but I haven’t made any serious progress just yet. it’s just a oneshot, and it’s very self-indulgent, but it’s a nice simple project to come back to when the others get too stressful.

beards (re: playing it straight)

I’ve had the idea for awhile now of writing a real fake dating AU, in which the fake pairing never actually get together, and help each other get with other people instead. basically, Aomine and Momoi are each other’s beards, it’s a mutually-beneficial arrangement since Momoi is secretly with Riko and is tired of fending off hopeful straight guys, and Aomine is still in the closet and doesn’t want to deal with relationship advances of any kind. things get complicated when Momoi suggests breaking off the deal so she can be with Riko in the open, but Aomine is still in denial and clinging to the illusion, despite having finally met someone else he actually wants to be with.

worst kept secret

part of my Aomine/x collection... there is no plot whatsoever, the only thing you need to know is the working title for a long time was “the glory hole fic”.

Crazy = Genius (+Balls To The Walls)   

I’m planning on writing an Aomine/Oikawa crossover someday, just you wait. these two titles refer to what would essentially be two parts of the same concept, the first from the alternating points of view of Momoi and Iwaizumi, who are at turns completely baffled and weirdly understanding of Aomine and Oikawa’s nonsensical relationship. the second would follow the boys themselves, and show exactly what kinds of insane scenarios they get themselves into. 

The Night We Met

the AoKuro time-travel fic nobody asked for, inspired by a song of the same name by Lord Huron. in the middle of Aomine’s post-Teiko slump, he’s suddenly transported back in time to the moment he and Kuroko first met. he’s then forced to essentially relive middle school, with all the memories and knowledge of how things will eventually pan out still intact. I’ve got this one about half done already; it should be around four or five chapters long by the time it’s complete, I’m just trying to wrap up one or two existing fics before I publish any more WIPs.

and speaking of wrapping up existing fics...

Hoist the Colors

the AoKaga pirate AU I started to take my mind off being trapped in quarantine, after binge-watching the entire Pirates of the Caribbean series back to back and listening to the soundtrack for several days. chapter one (out of five-ish) is already completed, and I’ve got a very clear outline for the rest of the story, I just need time between projects to string it together. 

Bring Me Roses

why yes I am still planning on finishing my AoKuro Florist/Tattoo Artist AU, thanks for asking! I’ve got foreshadowing and subtext to follow through on and more flower symbolism to write, I can’t just leave it hanging forever. I’ve got about half of the second part already written out, and I know exactly where it’s going, I just kind of lost steam somewhere in the middle and have to find the motivation to pick it back up.

I’m tagging: @bakugoukatsuki-rising, @hybristophilica, @meiyanaalexia, @hadenxcharm, @spaztictwitch, @homiro and anyone else who’d like to give this a go! 

[punkeropercyjackson]

Came up with a Jercy take/au so i remembered those hcs i promised @kitkatperce LMFAO Here you go Sar🤟🏼

Black4Black obviously-Percy's monoracial and Jason's mixed because Sally's afro-dominican third gen inmigrant and the gods are black.Jason's a natural dirty blonde and has brown eyes and lightskin swag /lh

Certified t4t couple.Jason's a wolfgirl turned werewolf-adjacent trans man who's the walking embodiment of positive and healthy masculinity and is fully transitioned with top surgery scars and Percy is a pastel punk trans woman who canonically acts extremely femme eggy so she's a blue hair and pronouns mermaid-esque gamer girl and her new full name,Persephone,was chosen because the og gave her Metamorphose,food that's been blessed by Aphrodite to give the eater their ideal apperance so it's basically hrt for trans people,as a gift and Percy wanted to thank her

Also transhet4transbi demi4demi and autistic4autistic but Percy's got no masking game and Jason's got all of it but he don't play with her ever

They were kinda meant to have a spark in every way-Tons of similarities but a few significant contrasts that don't lead to toxicity but instead them being complimentary and good for eachother,the beef between Zeus and Poseidon and how much Percy fucking despises her dad and Jason wanting to be completely free of Jupiter,Percy's severe older men trauma and Jason's defiement of what men are 'supposed' to be that's influenced by his transmasculinity but also a genuine effort on his part and connection with Percy that women are inherently better caused by the misogyny he also faced pre-egg cracking and even some afterwards from particularly big jerks and Jason being Hazel's pseudo-dad pre-Hoo and Percy being Nico's pseudo-mom before All That Fuckshit.Obviously they're not perfect together based off that last part alone and Jason's mostly a hc but it's certainly better than adultifiying Hazel!!

Percy's tgirl ass was glad to be friends with a guy who was taller than her for once and Jason found her 6' height hot on sight and immediately wanting to shock himself for because JASON THAT'S INNAPPROPRIATE,SHE'S A LADY AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!!!!!!(There was minus zero nsfw thoughts going on and he's just a prude)

'She's Lois Lane........But with Aquaman's powers.Does that make sense?'-Jason telling Piper about his Percy love epiphany and she rightfully laughed at him for it and he fumed in humiliation

Piper is a false romantic lead but there's no jealousy on Percy part and none on Piper's part either actually because she never actually liked Jason and only used thinking she did as a heterosexual allusion to avoid confronting her internalized lesbophobia(which is the general term for anti-sapphic in case y'all get mad,i know she's canon unlabeled and mspec)and Jason realized he's transhet instead of bi transmasc like he thought and just had envy of Piper's butch swag so they were on great terms afterwards

Huge on physical touch,quality time and words of affirmation.Percy can't keep her hands to herself once she really falls in deep for him and he's loving every second of it but is completely oblivious to the change,they do parallel play on a daily basis but also share a few special interests now thanks to infodumping and participating in them together and they're training partners and aside from direct verbal validation,they also leave sticky notes with sweet messages('Even if you weren't perfect today,you're still my Superman'-Your Blue Kryptonite/'Hey,the sea may not liked to be restrained but i heard she likes this'-Bolt Boy')and talk good things to others even when they're not around

Outcast gf x Popular bf but they cut the bullshit and go straight to best friends with zero judgement and only sunshine and clear rain.Them getting together by Boo would be forced asf so instead they're a Ghostflower situation:Besties with implied subtle crushes > Significant seperation period causes their hearts to grow fonder and they're fullblast soulmates by choice > They settle into it for a long while so they can be a real couple and true true love.This includes Percy having a Jason tributed hairstyle change as she dyes her faded from gray to white streak sky blue and Jason asking for tons of Percy sculptures to be made in her honor and she's as flattered and flustered and teasing about it as Gwen was and Jason has the rizz Miles does too

Back to the Percy older men trauma thing,i think we all picked up on how Weird And Unnecessary Luke is towards her in canon and i won't get into it so it dosen't get triggering but even though he never dated her,his frequent and looming presence combined with his again canon pedophile status to her own best friends(Annabeth and Thalia)and another friend of hers she felt awful for not keeping an eye on(Silena),he left scars on her regarding manhood that only fueled her transfemininity and hatred of the gods and Apollo in particular due to his treatment of the Hunters and 'history'.Jason's entire Percy appeal is despite the looks,he acts nothing like how boys are taught to and punished if they don't and the closest exception is how gentlemanly and chilvarious is he but even then that's black dude swag specifically

Percy is 4d,Jason is 4c.Her usual style is comics!Starfire hair i.e down to her hips and BIG FLOOF,his is shoulder length and his natural very thick curls.They have wash day together and Percy's uses fruity shampoos and gets Jason to do the same and they try out different looks together-Percy's favorites are butterfly locs,a blk version of mermaid waterfall and jumbo ponytail and Jason's are twists,afropuffs and at one point he got an afro fade with a lightning bolt and Petcy damn near forgot how to breathe

Nico's also black(Maria was black-italian)so cute lil found black family sitch.He could NOT stand Jason's ass at first for no reason,he's just a posessive brat over his big sister slash mom but Jason proved himself not too much into it by defeating Cupid before he even got a hint of what he was tryna get out of him and Jason telling him that he only cared Cupid was forcing him into something earned him lifelong trust.They're an official quartet as off Hoo finale and Jason makes regular trips to the Familia Jackson household and they have both quests and normal adventures and they can be found doing just about anything together from wholesome down to earth activities to buck ass wild supernatural shenanigans

Hazel's also a lesbian and pastel goth so her and Jason's semi-normie ass have a lot of fun getting to know eachother again /gen /pos.Naturally they talk about their gfs with Hazel's love life being as Mabel Pines-esque as she is by herself and Jason is goofy black dad from a sitcom-coded and supports her in her nonchalantly macabe nature and you can just feel the rekindled familial love there like you can Nico and Percy and when Jercy finally have their bio kids,Nico and Hazel become the best Tío and Auntie ever

Jason is Percy's All American Boy in a black biracial kinda way and Percy is Jason's Girl Next Door in an afrolatina kinda way

Something something The Man with his head in the clouds and The Mermaid who keeps her head above the water meet where the sky and the sea do and their worlds are forever transformed by it as they become just one united

And since this is a ships trend with me at this point:Jercy-coded images

[roleplayfinder]

I'm 18.

Hello everyone! I have different plot ideas, and I'm looking for a long-term partner who can rp one of them with me.

It's going be a Darkstache rp, with me as Wilford. So I'm looking for someone that can rp as Darkiplier, and can write 4-7 sentences, or more. The more, the merrier! As I can write a lot, especially if I'm on a roll. Like, I can do a paragraph and more. I can give responses in minutes, or less than a hour. Though, I'll try my best to inform you if I'm too busy to rp at the moment or so. I'll understand if you become busy as well. Also, I don't use asterisks for actions or anything, I use "" for dialogue, and I write in "book style" third person. I like rping like we're writing a story, since in way we are.

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Character Ideas

Humans

Egos

Angel x Demon

Supernatural Creatures

Neko x Human (or supernatural)

ABO/Omegaverse

Punk Rock x Pastel

Merman x Pirate

Hanahaki Disease

DBH AU

Supernatural Creature x Hunter

Prison AU

Etc./Whatever you can think up

We can merge any of the above together as well, if you want to. For example: Hanahaki Disease & Egos, ABO/Omegaverse & Prison AU, etc.

Also, I have plot ideas for the neko and DBH character ideas, just so you know if you wanna hear about them.

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We can discuss which we'll do, and other things, further in DMs/PMs. We can talk and rp either on here (I'm @lovable-but-psychotic ), Instagram, Discord, or something else.

Be Aware: This rp will have triggering/dark/sensitive/mature topics. I usually lead up to serious scenes/give explanations for them. Meaning I don't make someone depressed/depressing, or something like that, at the drop of a hat without good reason. If something is a big no-no for you though, I'll avoid it/never being it up in the rp. So please think about these things if you consider DMing/PMing me to rp.

Though, that doesn't mean it won't have cute, fluffy, lighthearted, nice and lovey dovey moments. I'm a sucker for those as much as I am for angst. (: Maybe even some NSFW moments/smut as well, if you want that. If we do smut, just know I usually make Wilford a switch or submissive. So I prefer Dark to be dominant, or a switch, please. Though, while smut/nsfw is welcomed, it isn't a necessity.

Anyways- That's all for now. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope you have a fantastic day/night! 💖🖤

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Hi I’m looking for a fanfic. It was pastel Dan x punk Phil high school au probably from 2014-2017z I don’t remember a lot about it but there was a scene were they went to church on Christmas Eve or Christmas night

Arms (ao3) - eqh27

Summary: Dan draws, Phil doesn’t. Phil wears black shirts, speaks loudly, and glares at everyone. Dan wears grey jumpers, doesn’t talk, and tries to stay invisible. Phil’s reckless, Dan’s not. This is as story about two polar opposites who mange to have a string of first times together, and maybe even a cute love story.

- alex

[princeanxious]

Hey! What Aus are u right now working on? And which are finished / but be continued on the near future? As an example: Accidentally Alpha AU, Moon and sun AU (sry I forgot the name) coma Au, little hooves AU. Sorry if I am annoying!

Uhhhhhhhh okay so like technically none of my aus are finished, theres a few fics that I have tho that are one-offs tho that I guess count as finished if you wanna ask for those in a different ask? But uh. I have a good handful of aus that I work on periodically, so heres a general list??? Sorta Starting from aus that generally hold more importance to me in finishing, down to aus i’m not strictly driven to finish but do touch on occassionally, especially if asked about:

-The Lost Guardian au (all content of which can be found on @thelostguardianau blog, it’s a fic i’ve been writing for 2 years now, and personally it holds the highest importance and intention of being finished. I’ve been working on it for so long, i’m not giving up now!)

-My Coma Au where Virgil experiences out of body angst while his body is stuck in a coma, a v angsty set of comic strips found on @tss-coma-au )

-Gods of the Sky au (another au i’ve been working on for at least a year, though I have tons of plans for this au, inspiration is hit or miss to actually follow through w/ those plans, but gid knows I want to finish it and write out the story as intended. You can find all content for this au on @godsoftheskyau

-my Pastel x Punk Loceit au, were Janus is pastel and Logan is punk, its a very art driven au though I do want to write a fic or two for it! Found under the ‘#pastelxpunk au’ tag on my blog

-my newer The Royal Librarian analogical au fic where Virgil is a new Librarian for the kingdom’s royal castle, and Logan is the crowned prince. Virgil is content w/ working himself half to death to get approval and everyone else is worried and waiting for the moment Virgil drops just so they can force him to rest. Logan gets attached, Virgil is very confused, gay panic ensues. Found under ‘#the royal librarian au’

-an au absolutely no one remembers bc i’ve purposefully been very quiet about it bc I’m rewriting the whole plotline, but it’s pretty much a soulmate au where one can find their soulmate by the sound of one’s voice. It’s a LAMP au, virgil centric. Very angsty. Virgil is mute on purpose from a suffered trauma, and the others are his soulmates too but have no idea bc virgil’s dealing w/ alot and choses not to reveal himself or talk. I may very well change it to be DLAMP and Janus-centric because the original idea was um. Very, very fcking dark. Might still go w/ the original idea though, i don’t know yet. Don’t go looking for the original posted idea on here, simply bc thats far different from what i have planned to happen at this point. Calling it ‘A Voice Unheard.’

-my ‘A Wounded Snake Lies Still’ fic series, Janus-centric, based on the idea that Virgil and Janus had been together and inlove before Virgil became a light side, crossing ‘The Line’ and losing all of his memories. Thomas has finally started accepting Janus and Remus, and The Line is nolonger a threat to cross for periods of time, but that doesn’t mean everythings fine and dandy. Only Remus remembers what Janus and Virgil had aside from Janus himself, and they’d agreed to keep it a secret. Janus deals with the concequences of lying to himself about his trauma and supression while watching Virgil be happily inlove with Logan, Remus makes a slip up, and suddenly Janus’s lies aren’t quite working like they used to. Fall out ensues. Endgoal analoceit.

-Cracked Ribs and Old Promises- an analogince superhero/vigilante fic i’m in the middle of writing and will eventually finish.

- my Accidentally Alpha au, a Logicality and Prixiety led au that came from random inspiration of Patton ‘dad talked’ his way into accidentally becoming the alpha of a werewolf pack, virgil is his close friend and sort of adoptive dad, Logan was the original alpha before submitting to Patton’s dissapointed lecture, Roman was Logan’s second in command sort of? Things work out. Found under the ‘#accidentally alpha au’ tag!

-my Shapeshifter Twins au which is moxiety and logince lead, started from a comic inspired by an idea that spiraled into a full au soon after! found under the ‘#shapeshifter twins au’ tag!

-my little hooves au that stemmed from a fic and has some art, i plan to write more but i’m in no rush?? Found under the ‘#little hooves au’ tag!

- @smolintentsandpurposes-au is sort of on pause atm, because I’m planning to start over with a fic from the top, bc the originsl comic strip story telling style was unsustainable for my creative process.

-my small Famous Au moceit fic and art where Patton is a versatile actor and Janus is a popular talented makeup effects artist on youtube?? Found under the ‘#famous au’ tag

-my Merray and Biomer merman au, primarily art based w/ little story atm. Made before remus was revealed, so i plan to add remus as an octomer alongside octomer! Janus bc I can. The tags are a little scarred for these posts tho, so i’m sorry.

-theres probably more tiny aus that i’m forgetting about/leaving out like my Chaptic Height Differences au and my Fantasy Dragon au, my prinxiety Lady and the Tramp au, my dark world au, ect. but thats what i can find rn

- honestly just keep scrolling through any tag thats ‘#luka writes’ ‘#luka draws’ ‘#luka’s au’ or ‘#luka’s fics’ or just send me another ask and i’ll see if I can finally get myself to compile a fic exclusive masterlist bc theres more unmentioned that are finished oneoffs but, uh. Yeah. Thats the gist of all my big to semi-big aus that are still even remotely relevant to me??

-...yes. I’m aware I have a slight problem.

[notveryglittery]

What is the tropes au? 🤔

it was me feeling bad one day and deciding that to help me feel better, i wanted to write the MOST indulgent, cliché, overdone, trope-y au that i could >:D!!! 

we got enemies to friends to lovers analogical! soulmates! high school sweethearts remile! oh my god they were roommates?! pastel x punk and tol x smol! secret dating! fake dating! there’s more but that’s what i have so far!!! 

it’s been so much fun to write!! i’ve been talking about it a lot with @blinksinbewilderment, @sleepless-in-starbucks, and @backatthebein, and they’re helping me beta it too!! so hopefully by the time i get enough of a chapter buffer, posting it should be easy!!