finally i got one whose birthday is in the right month!


Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”


(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…


“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Saved Tonight (30k)**

Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.

2. Too Real to Fake It (82k)*

With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?

Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?

Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.

3. When You Look Like That (16k)*

“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.

Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

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Last Night [a.a ]

Originally posted by cooperselizabeth

warnings: Chuck Clayton

This was an anon request byt i cant find the prompt pls forgive me

Also this is completely unedited and not proofread and I’m super sorry I haven’t been as active lately. Also I’m working on a “That 70’s Show” fic that I will be uploading on my wattpad so thats partly why i havent done much on here. I just want to be friends. Sorry!


“Archie Motherfucking Andrews!”

Based on the volume of your voice, you could only infer that everyone who was currently in Riverdale High had heard your screech.

You marched down the hallway, approaching Reggie. He instinctively shrunk back against his locker and absentmindedly crossed his hands over his crotch, afraid of any damage that you might do.

“Where is he?” you growled.

Reggie shook his head violently. “I don’t know (Y/N/N). Please don’t hurt me.”

He whispered the last part loud enough so only you could hear. You looked him up and down before nodding subtly and storming off, ignoring the teasing calls of the jocks as they mocked Reggie for being scared of you.

“She’s scary when she’s angry,” Reggie muttered in defense as everyone watched you kick a trash can, denting it. The jocks shut up immediately.

You were fuming. You had been talking to Jughead when he had decided to come clean to you. The two of you had never kept secrets from each other and no matter how horrible it was, Jughead knew that he couldn’t keep his new found secret hidden from you.

So he told you.

He told you about Archie. He told you how he had ditched him on the 4th of July and how he had been down by Sweetwater River on the day of Jason Blossom’s assumed death.

And then he told you the bad news.

He had been there with Ms. Grundy.

Yes. Your redheaded (now ex-) boyfriend had been cheating on you with the music teacher. So now you were on your way to confront him.

You barged into the music room, a smirk spreading across your face as you saw Archie and Ms. Grundy standing chest-to-chest.

“Well just look at what we have here!” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

The two of them sprung apart, both of them dropping the instruments they were holding.

“(Y/N)!” Archie said, voice full of surprise.

“No offense Archibald,” you sneered. “But if you wanted to cheat on me I would’ve expected you to do it with someone beautiful like Cheryl Blossom, not some woman whose twice your age and just using you. I’m done with you.”

“No, (Y/N), wait,” Archie said, grabbing your arm.

“Don’t touch me Archibald,” you hissed. “Do me a favor and please lose my number.”

It had been months since that day.

You stopped talking to Archie, but you kept helping Betty and Jughead. You were close to figuring out Jason’s killer. You just knew it.

Unfortunately for you, Betty was too preoccupied at the moment as she worried about Jughead’s upcoming birthday.

“(Y/N/N), what should I do?” Betty sighed. “I have no idea…”

She trailed off as the idea hit her. “That’s it! I can throw a party!”

You stopped in your tracks. “Betty do you even know Jughead?”

Betty hesitated. “I do but it’ll be a small party. Only his friends. We can do it at Archie’s!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Everyone knew about what had happened yet Betty kept trying to reconcile the two of you.

Betty noticed the uncertainty in your eyes. “Please (Y/N)? Do it for Jughead.”


The party was in full swing.

Cheryl had arrived unexpectedly, bringing along kegs, jocks, and basically the whole teenage population of Riverdale.

There were probably some Greendale kids too.

You sat with Jughead in Archie’s garage. He was settled in the comfy armchair while you sat on the floor, Vegas in your lap as you both pet him.

“Let me guess,” Jughead drawled out. “She told you her brilliant plan and you tried to stop her.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Then she said-”

“Do it for Juggie,” he interrupted, voice rising in pitch as he tried to imitate Betty’s feminine lilt.

You chuckled as you nodded once again. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry you came,” Jughead soghed. “It sucks.”

“I had to,” you replied. “Youre my best friend Juggie. Besides, it could be worse, I could be inside right now.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth when Betty Cooper entered the garage. She looked at the both of you sadly before addressing you. “(Y/N) could I possibly speak to Jughead alone?”

You looked at Jughead, who shrugged, before you got up and left, taking Vegas with you.

“Well Vegas, I guess it’s just me and you,” you whispered, looking up at Archie’s house. You glanced down to see Vegas bounding off after some rodent. “Correction: just me.”

You took a deep breath before entering the house, immediately being met with the unmistakable smell of alcohol. The first people you bumped into were Joaquin and Kevin. After a short conversation, you found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through Archie’s refrigerator for his secret stash of strawberries that you knew he kept hidden near the back.

Your hand brushed a glass container and you pulled it out, yelping in victory as you noticed the strawberries that were beautifully nestled in it.

“Well hello there,” you heard a smooth voice say.

Startled, you nearly dropped the container, flinching when you felt someone grab your hands in order to keep it from falling. You looked up to meet the eyes of the one and only Chuck Clayton.

“Hey Chuck,” you mumbled, quickly making a beeline for the door.

“Woah hey now,” Chuck said, slowly sliding in your way. “I just wanna talk to a beautiful girl.”

He shot a charming smile at you. It reminded you of a shark.

“Well now, how about you and I go share those strawberries huh?” Chuck continued.

You glanced around, getting nervous. Everyone around you was either drinking or dancing, or both. Except for Archie. He had been watching the two of you since Chuck first approached you with his eyes narrowed and jaw set.

Archie didn’t like the sight of another guy talking to you. Especially not if that guy was Chuck. He began to walk over to you.

“C'mon baby,” Chuck smirked. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You felt his hand grip your arm. Hard . You whimpered slightly as you followed him upstairs, strawberries still in hand.

Downstairs, Archie panicked as he lost sight of you, sighing in relief as he caught a glimpse of your hair on the stairway. He quickly caught up, freezing slightly when he saw Chuck push you into his room.

“Don’t worry (Y/N),” Chuck said. “This will be fun.”

You struggled against him as he pressed his lips to yours, prying them open with his tongue as his hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt. The more you struggled, the more he seemed to anticipate the coming events.

The moment was cut short as the door slammed open, revealing a disheveled Archie. “Get the fuck away from her Chuck!”

Chuck sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he stepped away from you.

“Excuse me for trying to have fun at this lame-ass party,” he mumbled, leaving the room and shoving Archie on his way out.

As soon as he was gone, Archie closed the door and rushed over to you, gathering you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come in sooner (Y/N/N),” he whispered into your hair as he held you tight.

You were barely aware of his words, still frozen from Chuck’s touch. You barely registered Archie’s movements as he picked you up and carried you towards his bed, sitting down and pushing himself against the wall, cradling you in his lap.

You started paying attention to Archie’s words which were a continuous, quiet mumbling of “I’m sorry” and “I should’ve been there”.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you finally spoke, your voice a quiet whisper. “But thank you. For making him leave.”

“Of course. Anything for you. I love you ,” Archie replied, his voice cracking as he realized exactly what could’ve happened to you if he hadn’t intervened.

“I should get home,” you said. Archie tightened his arms around you in response. Neither of you made a move to get up and you couldn’t help but feel completely safe as you laid down in his bed, his arms still wrapped around you, and he pressed a kiss you your hairline before quietly singing a song, lulling you to sleep.

The next morning, Archie was woken up by the bright sunlight that streamed in through his open window.

Remembering the night before, he turned his head towards you, his smile fading when he realized you weren’t there with him.

He quickly bolted out of bed, searching for his phone and cursing when he realized he had left it downstairs. He sprinted out of his room and down the stairs where he was met with the sight of Jughead sitting in an armchair, petting Vegas with a smug smirk on his face.

He held out Archie’s phone as the redhead tried to catch his breath. “Arch, you should check your voicemail.”

Archie scoffed, sending you a quick message before doing as Jughead said. It was from his dad. Frowning, he put his phone away before his face contorted in shock.

Looking at the clock, he squealed. “Jug, they’ll be home any minute!”

You sat on your bed, jumping slightly when your phone dinged. You hadn’t slept after you left Archie, feeling way too numb to do anything but stare blankly at your wall. You carefully picked up your phone and read it.

From: Archie
Hey (Y/N/N). Listen we need to talk. I meant what I said last night. I love you and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix my mistakes xx

You choked on air, carefully rereading the message over and over again. You were shocked. You thought he had said it in the heat of the moment and you realized how bad of an idea it had been for you to attend that party.

You sat blankly for a few minutes before finally typing out a reply. As soon as you hit send, you turned your phone off, tossing it under your bed and grabbed a hoodie before walking out of your room.

You quickly scribbled a note for your parents before taking off. You wouldn’t be home until late.

Archie sighed as he and Jughead collapsed on the couch, exhausted from all the work they had done whilst cleaning up the house.

“So…you and (Y/N/N)?” Jughead smirked.

Archie chuckled breathlessly. “Man shut up! I hope it all works out. I really do love her Jug.”

“I know,” the beanie-clad boy replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Archie jumped when he felt his phone vibrate, scrambling to take it out of his pocket. At the same time, the door swung open.

“Hey Arch! We’re home,” Fred Andrews’s familiar voice called out.

Archie stod with a smile on his face as he faced his parents before unlocking his phone and reading your messages.

The happy spirits that filled the Andrews household quickly dampened as Archie’s smile fell, his eyebrows joining together as he frowned.

Fred also frowned when he noticed Archie throw his phone onto the couch but was quickly distracted when Archie went in for a hug.

Curious as to why Archie’s mood had changed so quickly, Jughead picked up the phone and quickly escaped upstairs as the Andrews family reunited.

Once he was comfortably nestled in Archie’s bed, he unlocked the phone, shaking his head as he read the messages you had sent.

“Oh (Y/N).”

From: (Y/N)
Archie, please don’t.

From: (Y/N)
Last night was a mistake. We both know that.

From: (Y/N)
Thank you. I’m so grateful for what you did, but I can’t deal with this right now. You broke my heart Archie. I think it’s best if we don’t talk to each other for a while. I’m truly sorry.

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Sign your name across my heart


Summary: The name of your soulmate will appear on your chest the day you turn eighteen. Simon is taken aback when he sees his. Baz doesn’t know whether to feel hope or drown in his own sorrow.

Word count: 1.2k

Rating: T

Tags: Eighth Year AU, soulmates, angst, pining, mentions of self-harm, fluff, POV first person


I’ve been in love with Simon Snow since I was twelve. I’d always expected to wear his name on my chest. And I’d also always known for a fact that he’d have another person’s name written above his heart. Probably Wellbelove’s. Yes, I’d always thought I had an unrequited soulmate.

So, when my soulmate’s name finally appeared on my chest, I had no idea what to do with it.

It happened some months after the beginning of the seventh school year. The morning of my birthday, I rushed into the bathroom and looked at the mirror in astonishment.

Simon Salisbury.

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anonymous asked:

"Who were you with?"

Another one I’ve spun out in my prompt requests. Warning on triggers for domestic abuse etc. There’s no violence in that particular part but it’s more mental, just for info. Not really proofread but I like spinning out things in thirty minutes on a Sunday night so here you go…x

11. Who Were You With?

You didn’t want to keep it from him but you knew it wasn’t going to be the best conversation you would ever have with him if you did bring it up. Anyway, what he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him, and Harry never mixed with the group you were out with on that Friday evening anyway, so it wasn’t like he would find out. In the private members’ club, no photos had been taken, so it wasn’t as though any photos were going to appear online either.

It wasn’t your fault either that some people you didn’t want to bump in to had turned up without warning. Whether they’d been invited by one of your friends or whether they just happened to be going out coincidentally wasn’t, and wouldn’t be, important to Harry. He wasn’t controlling nor was he disguising any behaviour under the pretence of being protective; you knew the signs of that all too well, but he did want to keep you safe, particularly from your ex-boyfriend, Mike.

Mike was bad news.

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Dumbledore Guy

Summary: When Emma was born she was marked with, in her opinion, the worst soulmate mark anyone could ever have. People are born marked with the first words their true love would ever say to them, and Emma’s happened to spoil one of the greatest plot twists of all time.

Rating: T (because of Emma’s lovely foul mouth)

Word count: 2,233

Also on: Ao3

a/n: I’ve been working on this for an embarrassingly long amount of time and was super nervous to post it. If there’s enough interest I may add another chapter in Killian’s point of view and maybe a little more about what happens after.

Emma Swan was twenty-eight years old and had yet to meet her soulmate. She may be the only person in the world to be thankful, but when you have a life altering spoiler tattooed in lovely delicate script across your shoulder blade all your life, you tend to be a little resentful.

She was no different than any other poor sap on Earth; born with a tattoo revealing the first words her soulmate would speak to her. However, in her opinion it was by far the shittiest, most embarrassing soulmate marking she’d ever heard of and she didn’t even know what it meant until 1998 at the age of ten.

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anon asked for #7 (fake dating au) + jimon

Simon hates being at restaurants.

It’s actually kind of tragic, because eating out use to be a consistent source of joy in his life. Special occasions were always marked with dinner at his favorite Italian place, shoveling spaghetti into his mouth on every birthday, Hannukah, and any slight accomplishment.

He has a plate of pasta in front of him now, to appear normal when everyone ordered, but he can’t eat it. Well he could, technically, but he’d puke. So Jace is happily having a second meal off of Simon’s plate.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying my meal.” Simon says, succumbing to the infantile urge to pout. He’s having a rough night.

“Cheer up.” Jace raises his spaghetti covered fork to Simon like it’s a wine glass. “Tonight is about Magnus and Alec.”

“Then why are we all here?” Simon sighs, his cheek resting against his hand. He glances down the table where Magnus and Alec are sitting across from each other with a disgusting amount of love on both their faces. For some reason they chose to invite everyone to their sixth month anniversary dinner. On top of their hand-holding and Clary and Isabelle’s consistent flirting, Simon wants to leave.

And he’s usually not the kind of bitter single person to complain about couples. He believes in letting people be happy and express their love in public if they want. But tonight for some reason he just can’t handle it. He doesn’t know why.

“Because they’re gracious hosts.” Jace replies. “Jesus, lighten up. Look at them. That’s true love.”

Magnus is saying something inaudible to Alec, whose face is flushed and happy. The waitress beside the table looks vaguely unsure of whether or not she should interrupt to hand over the check.

“Can I get you anything else tonight?” She asks after a moment of hesitation. “Some dessert?”

“Of course some dessert.” Magnus flips open his menu again but hardly even looks at it. “The chocolate volcano cake for my beautiful boyfriend. Extra chocolate.”

Now Alec is really blushing and, okay, Simon’s dead and frozen heart thaws a little. Just a little.

“Is tonight a special occasion?” The waitress asks coyly, and Magnus beams as though he was waiting to be asked.

“Six months.” Alec supplies, and Magnus looks delighted that his boyfriend is choosing to participate in being fawned over.

“That’s amazing!” The waitress beams, scrawling something down on her notepad. “Let’s see if I can manage some free dessert.”

Jace looks genuinely astonished. He turns his head to face Simon and his eyes are wide and bugging out of his head, like he just witnessed the second coming of Christ.

“Did you see that?” He shakes Simon’s arm. “They got free dessert! Just for being a couple!”

“Yeah.” Simon sighs. “It’s nice.”

So Magnus and Alec eat their cake, which is a long process as Magnus insists on slowly feeding it to Alec while the both of them pretend not to notice Clary and Isabelle taking faux-candid pictures of them. And finally, finally they pay the check and file out of the restaurant.

Simon’s planning on going home. And by that he means going to crash on Luke’s couch. Not home.

But just as Magnus and Alec head off in the direction of the loft to do unspeakable things and Clary and Isabelle head off to get fro-yo, Jace tugs on Simon’s arm.

“You haven’t insulted me in like, two hours.” Jace points out. “I’m concerned. You seem–uncharacteristically upset.”

“I just want to go home.” Simon mutters, exasperated. “Maybe eat some chocolate ice-cream and then puke while I listen to The X Files at a low volume.”

“Well, as fun as that sounds, if you’re going to eat dessert anyways you might as well get it for free.”

They start small. Jace’s first pick is Chili’s, where they eat queso and Simon wonders why he’s actually sitting in Chili’s with Jace, who’s managing to eat quite a bit despite just having eaten two plates of pasta.

“What can I start y’all off with?” A waiter asks them, and Jace grabs Simon’s hand immediately. Simon, jarred, tries to pull back on instinct, but is met with Jace firmly holding tighter and making a “go with it” face. So he goes with it. Because why not.

“Me and my boyfriend are here celebrating our seven month anniversary.” Jace informs the waiter with a voice full of sugary sweetness. “That’s longer than six.”

The waiter looks confused, because he definitely doesn’t need someone to tell him numerical values and he’s also probably wondering why someone would have anniversary dinner at Chili’s.

“That’s–that’s great.” The waiter manages a smile. “So uh, what can I get you?”

Jace looks frustrated, yet determined. “What do you want, babe?”

Simon realizes it’s his line, so he picks up the menu and gives it a cursory glance. “Well. I really only want dessert. But I know how expensive it is, darling.”

Their story is laughably nonsensical and they both know it, because why would they come to a restaurant to eat if they can’t afford even a dessert. Jace looks close to breaking character, but he persists.

“Right, right. Because of all the money I spent on your…blood transfusion.”

Simon hides his sudden laugh with an unconvincing cough. The waiter looks around helplessly, probably for one of his co-workers to take his spot.

“Well.” Jace gives a forlorn sigh. “I’m sorry I can’t afford anything to give you, sweetheart, on this, the night of our seven month anniversary.”

There’s a long pause. And finally, begrudgingly, the waiter leans in and quietly offers two free hot fudge sundaes if they take them to-go. Jace happily agrees, repeating how “taken aback” he is by such “shocking generosity.”

They flee into the night, Jace still holding Simon’s hand even after they’re far enough away for their lie to be caught. And Simon doesn’t see any problem with letting Jace hold his hand, so he lets it stay like that. And he sits on a park bench with Jace in Central and eats the sundae, knowing he’s going to be sick later but not really caring.

“Nice moves back there.” Jace offers. “Very convincing. I almost thought we really were too poor for Chili’s dessert.”

“Oh, shut up! It was a better lie than yours! A blood transfusion?”

“That’s not even a lie.” Jace smirks, biting down on his cherry between his white front teeth until it bursts, juice dripping down Jace’s chin. Simon stares, a little amazed at the way Jace looks. For some reason Simon never noticed the little scar on Jace’s chin before, and that’s a shame because it’s really cute. All of Jace is cute, actually. And being at Chili’s and pretending that he’s dating Jace Wayland, being able to stare as much as he wants…it makes Simon wish for something. He feels that little empty section in his chest that he’s felt all night.

Well. Not all night.

“We should do that again.” Jace comments, stuffing his empty sundae cup into the Chili’s take-out bag. “But we’re going to have to be more convincing. We barely scraped by in there.”

“Let’s practice.” Simon says, half as a joke and half serious. His heart, though incapable of ever pounding again, is tense and waiting for Jace to say something. To either reject him or laugh.

But Jace doesn’t say anything. He leans in and kisses Simon, the stain from the cherry rubbing off onto Simon’s lips.

“It’ll be a lot easier to get dessert if we’re actually dating.” Simon points out in between kisses.

“Let’s do it.”

“But just for the dessert, right?”

“Just for the dessert.”

Klaine one-shot - “The Heart of the Matter” (Rated PG13)

After graduating high school and marrying the love of his life, Blaine discovers that he needs a heart transplant. But there’s a reason he doesn’t want his heart removed.

If he doesn’t, he will die. But if he does, will that mean losing the man he loves more than life itself? (2965 words)

I had started writing the premise for this a while ago, but stopped when @sunshineoptimismandangels wrote her amazing fic “Soulmate Script”, which I think eclipses this one by far. It’s much more fleshed out, more adorable than angsty, and who doesn’t like adorable Klaine? This is a bit more personal on my end, but I wasn’t going to finish it. After reading sunshine’s recently for about they 80th time, I was inspired to polish it off for her birthday. So here it is. Let me know what you think. And make sure you read hers because it’s amazing <3

Warning for talk of hospitalization and heart surgery. 

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Beeping monitors.

Cords and IVs.

The sharp smell of alcohol and industrial disinfectant.

The draft from an overhead vent where a steady stream of cold, conditioned air bleeds in nonstop.

Rough sheets beneath his fingertips that he can’t help straightening, can’t stop adjusting.

The urgency hidden beneath the tension-steeped calm, that even as they wait in this one, quiet room, in other areas of the hospital, nurses and doctors are scrambling. Prepping.

Fighting against the clock.

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March 27th

For James Potter, and a life well lived.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” -Oscar Wilde

A/N: This is a late James Potter birthday gift, and is dedicated to the amazing @ginnyweaslcy, because Faith’s blog gave me inspiration for this fic! 

Jily, Marauder’s Era, Rated: T

Word Count: 2263 & AO3

March 27th, 1960.

“Hello darling,” she cooed.

The baby cooed right back, and wrapped his tiny hand around her pinky finger with surprising strength.

She looked up at her husband and smiled at the expression on his face: one of awe, amazement, and above all, love.

Euphemia looked up at Fleamont, as he reached out a hand and held the child’s face gently.

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Work Comes Home - Part 1

Prompt: No one asked for this. Not even me, but the idea wouldn’t leave me alone.

Words: 1538

Author’s Note: This is my first story ever, so please I would love your honest feedback! I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. It’s potentially Part 1 if enough people like it.

Warnings: None, it’s pretty G-rated. 


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anonymous asked:

human klaroline at a party. klaus is talking to his friends when drunk caroline comes up behind him. she catches him by surprise when she grabs his hips and starts thrusting into him. klaus is embarrassed, his friends think it's funny. katherine recorded it on her phone and caroline is mortified after watching it. (inspired by kourtney kardashian's instagram video with kylie at. please don't judge me for keeping up with them).

I would never judge, Anon! I made some slight adjustments, but I hope you like it!

Mortified || Klaroline

Caroline awoke to the bang of her bedroom door opening, though the piercing pain in her temples quickly took precedence. “Ow,” she moaned. Pressing her face into the pillow helped to block the offensive morning light; unfortunately, it couldn’t do the same for her roommate.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Katherine teased, jumping onto the bed to throw off the covers.

Cringing from the onslaught of light and noise, Caroline reluctantly accepted her fate. “Hangover cure, please.” She held out her hand, grateful for the aspirin and the protein shake Katherine passed her. Choking down the chalky drink, Caroline winced when she finally opened her eyes. “What happened last night?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” Katherine smirked as she pulled up her Snapchat story. “Remember your adamant plan to finally suss out Klaus’s deal with you?” she asked smugly.

Caroline racked her brain for any memories of the night before, but they all ended around Kol’s birthday dinner with all their friends - and Klaus. “He showed up at the Grill late, right? I don’t know anything about a plan.”

Though she could guess.

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This Be the Verse

Angsty modern AU Lieutenant Duckling for a CS Writers’ Hub prompt. Probably the most pretentious thing I’ve ever written, and that really is saying something.

With apologies to Philip Larkin and dedicated to Sascha, wherever he may be.

1.8k. T for language.

She doesn’t really notice him until he starts bleeding.

She’s used to keeping her head down, always the new kid, always the weird kid with the hand me down clothes and a permanent scowl.

She’s never had time to worry about the other weird kids, not when her own school career has been punctuated by cruelty and laughter, and bruises that bloom like flowers, hidden under too long sleeves.

He’s probably the weirdest of them all. Scrawny and pale, with lank dark hair that hangs in his face and eyes like shards of glass. Nobody seems to know where he’s come from - not from round here and that’s for sure - his accent sharp and bitter and different, just like him.

The kids see difference and they sneer at it. Some half-wild feral boy, unloved and unwanted, his clothes half rags and his cheeks hollow; easy pickings for the gangs of roving jocks with their sly, piggy eyes and their whey protein muscles.

It only takes one of them to hold him, class rings digging into thin shoulders, while three more thump and pound and laugh and holler.

It only takes one punch back to stop them laughing.

So it is that the first time Emma Swan really notices Killian Jones, he’s bleeding from a slash on his cheek and sporting a split lip, his eye purpling as his chest heaves and he spits bile on the floor at his feet.

But more than that, more than gore and bravery and sheer stupidity against the odds, she notices fury.

After all, she knows what it’s like to be angry.

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Day 3 of Make-Up MariChat May: Injured 

*EDIT: If you like this story, you can read part 2 and part 3!

“Thinking of You” Part 1

She hadn’t meant to, really. He had completely surprised her, and she had reacted out of instinct.

He rubbed his nose, hot tears edging his bright green eyes.

“I’m really sorry about that,” she apologized saccharinely, though still sincere.

“Guess that’s what I get for trying to be sneaky…” he groaned. “Karma. Or my own bad luck.”

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I’ve got a latte for…

*click through to read on ao3

written by: @goldenheadfreckledheart | Lexi

prompt: ‘You give me a different fake name every time you come into the coffee shop and I just want to know your real name bc you’re cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino’ for anonymous

word count: 3751

Bellamy loves his stupid coffee shop. He loves the way it smells, he loves the way it feels—warm, without forcing it—and he loves his obnoxious coworkers, even if Miller is perpetually snarky and Raven is perpetually smarter than him and smug about it.

He does not, as it were, love it when his cute, blonde regular comes in and keeps refraining from using her real name.

Or, rather, he likes that she comes in. Less that he doesn’t know her name.

He knows it’s never her real name, too, because it’s not like she just uses different, generic names each time. Instead he gets told, on a nearly daily basis, to scrawl the name of a different fictional character on a paper cup. She had a Harry Potter streak last week, names ranging from the golden trio to more obscure characters whose names he doesn’t know how to spell. (Ask him how he feels about Xenophilius.)

The first time she came in, it was Aerith which, he supposes, could be her name, except he wagers the chance of finding someone whose parents named their child after a Final Fantasy character is pretty slim this early into the twenty-first century. As it is, he’s just kind of embarrassingly psyched to find someone who’s into his favorite video game franchise.

He scrawls the name on her cup, without comment—because somehow he thinks that makes him seem cool? He can hear Octavia’s disappointed sigh already—and catches her slight look of surprise at his lack of response. She pays with cash, as he’ll come to realize is her norm, and moves down the counter to wait for her drink.

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Monty x Miller Fic Recs

Monty Green/Nathan Miller Fic

(also known as Minty, I started shipping this before the end of season 2. It’s pretty popular these days. These fics have Minty as the main pairing rather than a side pairing, although Bellarke or Clexa might surface on the side)

Updated: 5/2/16

28 Floors by assholemurphy

Nathan Miller is late to work, extremely late, and he’s going to miss one of the most important meetings of his career if he doesn’t get up to the 31st floor immediately, so really, is it so hard to understand why he didn’t bother to wait for anyone else to get on the elevator before pressing the door close button? No. No, it’s not, but Monty holds different beliefs.

Monty Green is beginning his second day of work at one of the most annoying offices in this ridiculous city and he hasn’t been there long but he hates his job, his best friend, their cat, their neighbor, his life, and just about everything, but he doesn’t hate it half as much as he hates the man in the elevator beside him. Was he a jerk to do what he did? Yes. Did he regret it? No. Okay, well, maybe a little.

5 times people found them, and the one time they weren’t hiding by enjolrascore

Monty and Miller want to keep their relationship private for a bit, but that doesn’t mean they’re very good at it.

all we do is hide away by jennycaakes

Miller and Bellamy pass the time by getting drunk and making out. It confuses a lot of people, including Miller.

Miller/Bellamy, Miller/Monty, Lowkey Bellarke and Bellina, Canon!verse

a day at the beach by jennycaakes

Monty goes with some friends to the beach, Miller also goes with some friends to the beach, they meet in the middle.

And a Guy Like Me by Chash

Nathan Miller is assigned as Princess Clarke’s personal guard, meets her friends, her betrothed, and her tutor, and is absolutely not interested in her betrothed. Even if it’s an arranged marriage. And she’s obviously in love with someone else. He’s just here to guard her. Really.

And Turns Them to Hunters by kissteethstainred

There’s a wolf in the woods.

There’s a wolf in the woods, and Monty watches the rest of his village grab their spears and swords on the regular wolf hunt. They’ve been hunting the wolf for over a year now, and still they’re unsuccessful in killing it, much less capturing it.

are you aware you’re my lifeline by awildthing

Monty is wandering around campus one day, minding his own business, when he stumbles upon a tarnished magic lamp. The genie that he unwittingly summons… well, suffice it to say that Monty’s in for an interesting adventure.

be honest with yourself and i will too by jennycaakes

Bryan starts to notice how Monty looks at Miller, and he doesn’t like it. Miller doesn’t like it when his boyfriend tells other people to stay away from him.

A Monty Green character-study, Monty x Miller

Angsty as hell but it has a happy ending, canon compliant!

the benefits of board games by jennycaakes

Settlers of Catan is the most complicated, annoying, stupid game in the world and Miller wants nothing to do with it. Well, until Monty offers to teach him how to play.

Or, the gang plays Catan.

a better way home by royalwisteria (WIP)

Four years post graduating from Hogwarts, Monty’s lost. Cashier at Flourish and Blott’s, only friends consisting of Bellamy, Wells, and their respective girlfriends, a tiny flat with two muggle roommates, and the pervasive thought that nothing’s as it was meant to be– it’s not that nothing’s going right, so much as that Monty doesn’t know what right is anymore. A wholly unexpected reunion with his old friend Nate feels good, until his parents understand “friend” to be “boyfriend” and suddenly they’re expecting Monty to bring Nate as his plus one to a cousin’s wedding. Monty doesn’t know how to get out of this situation.

Body Language by Skylily

Minty + “we’re hiking and shit, I think I sprained my ankle and oh, okay, sure, please carry me piggyback back to the campsite, yes, the first aid kit is in the lean-to.  

the boy from farm station by butter

Truth is, Nathan doesn’t have a boyfriend from Farm Station.

boy, look the other way by jennycaakes

“Do you love him?” he croaks.

Nate pauses and peels himself away from his boyfriend. “Who?”

Bryan scoots backwards slightly so he can sit up as well. “Monty,” he says softly.

Bryan sees and overhears some things that break his heart. Miller x Monty, Bryan’s POV, Post-War

Can You Send Dick Pics Through a 3DS? by AlexisDevanne

MINTY AU PROMPT: They both have 3DS’s and street-pass each other everyday and have conversations using the personal message feature and sometimes they play games together.

Catch a Glimpse of Sunlight by thetrashlord

Monty is dragged by his friends to a bar one night and catches the eye of the singer in a band performing.

chasing promises on the horizon by jennycaakes

Monty may or may not have fallen for Nathan Miller before finding out that Miller had a boyfriend. Who might still be alive out there somewhere. Well, friends is better than nothing. Right?

Monty’s POV. Minty endgame.

The Chef’s Special by castielscrusade (alindy)

When Monty took Jasper out to dinner at a nice restaurant, he definitely hadn’t expected to be hit on by the chef via the waitress, but as the night goes on, and he sees just how cute that chef is, he doesn’t really seem to mind all that much.

come kiss me quick by jennycaakes

Instead of Maya and Jasper making out to distract the guard after breaking through the wall in the art room, it’s actually Monty and Miller.

Cookies, Cakes, and (Hopefully) Kisses by RavenclawPianist

Monty starts bringing in baked goods for the zoo staff. Then he starts using the baked goods in attempt to get Miller’s attention. 

Courage is Universal by jennycaakes

The gang goes to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

Monty x Miller focused, background bellarke, linctavia, jaya, wellven, and harpoe. Pure fluff, pure fun.

Curses and Coffee by lordmxrphy

“my summer job is working at a coffee shop and this cutie comes in everyday so one day I finally write my number on their drink but then YOU grab the cup by accident and when you call me I don’t know how to turn you down so I end up going on a date with you but wow, actually you’re hotter and more charming than my original crush so it worked out well” (from tumblr)

Don’t Know How to Get Close to You by TheHedgehogSong

Miller is finally trying to deal with everything that’s gone down after they’ve left Mount Weather, but being the kind of person who keeps everything inside makes it kind of hard. All he wants is to feel better than this awful he feels now, and the only time he’s felt less than awful lately has been with Monty. So, being unable to communicate this, Miller just keeps trying to sneak his way into Monty’s radius, tries to sneak a hug or a pat on the shoulder. Basically sneaks his way into any kind of intimacy, and Monty is just baffled because there’s no need to be shifty about it when he’s happy to offer it anytime.

Easy by MilenaDaniels

The days after their rescue from Mount Weather aren’t easy for Monty.

eight moments on earth by jennycaakes

Miller and Monty have some moments that no one else knows about, from the dropship to Mount Weather to Camp Jaha and Arkadia. Involves as lot of lip-licking. Canon compliant up to the Season 3 premiere.

Enough by MilenaDaniels

Monty has always been a tactile person, always quick to hug when the opportunity presents itself. After Mount Weather, Monty doesn’t wait for the opportunities anymore.


Five times Miller watched Monty hug other people before before he got his chance.

the equivalent of sunshine by codesandhearts

So, Miller’s pretty sure Monty Green is an actual angel.

every time i look at you, it’s like the first time by MelikaElena

Miller sighed. “Happy, like, twenty-month anniversary or something.”

“Or something,” Monty mocked. “You know exactly what day it is! And I thought we didn’t celebrate anniversaries like this?”

Miller glared. “We don’t. It’s purely a coincidence that it happened to be on a Saturday and also a day we were both free for a date.”

“Uh-huh,” Monty said, obviously in disbelief, but he was grinning.

Miller surprises Monty.

Expiration Date by MilenaDaniels

Birthdays were a genuine celebration on the Ark. Every birth and every passing year meant the human race was still kicking away, still pursuing that endless dream of existence. And more than that, it meant advancement, it meant fresh eyes and new blood ready to tackle life as they knew it and transform it into something more, something better, something worth living.

In the Sky Box, birthdays were expiration dates.

face it, tiger by hai_mae

All Monty and Jasper have ever wanted was to become famous comic book writers. They have the talent, but they just can’t manage to come up with any ideas that… well. Don’t suck. But then they stumble across Coffee Grounders, where all the baristas and regulars are ridiculously, painfully attractive– especially Clarke and Bellamy, who spend as much time staring wistfully at each other as they do screaming about who makes a better cappuccino. And Monty and Jasper should probably ask their permission before they use them as characters in their new webcomic, but hey. They figure it won’t be a big deal.

(It becomes a big deal.)

In which Monty becomes one of the creators of the year’s best new webcomic, drinks a lot of chai tea lattes, and falls hopelessly, pathetically in love with that one sullen barista who always wears a beanie.

Favorite Record by larisfreakshow

In which Miller accidentally hits Monty’s head with a football and tries to make up by inviting Monty to dinner…

Green Pen by kay_emm_gee
After returning to Ark City after five years of being thought dead, Nathan Miller has kept his vigilante identity hidden from his family, his friends, the media, and even the police, but somehow he can’t bring himself to come up with a plausible excuse when he brings his bullet hole-ridden laptop to his company’s whiz IT guy, Monty Green, whose bright smiles are more than a bit distracting.Or, the Minty Arrow AU one-shot that was just too temping to not write.

Here With My Ghost All Around Me by Chash

Nate knows Clarke blames herself for the curse, but it’s not like she was the only one involved in the whole thing. And it isn’t even bad, most of the time, except he doesn’t even remember what Monty looks like, and how unfair is that?

hold you close (wake up next to you) by growlery

Monty and Miller start hooking up and, weirdly, it’s not weird or awkward at all.

Home by MilenaDaniels

David Miller is reunited with his son after years of incarceration and two months on the ground, and their dynamic is about as smooth as it was before he was arrested, which is to say, not at all. But he’s determined to make things better this time, and he’ll take any help he can get, even if it comes in the form of random boys his son tries (unsuccessfully) to sneak in.

hopeless hearts just passing through by jennycaakes

Miller fell in love with strangers on the daily. But he was gay, and they were straight. Imagine his surprise when the boy he fell in love with in the library had a pride sticker on his laptop.

Lowkey Bellarke, mentioned Wellven, and Bellamy/Miller roommates

Miller x Monty, Miller’s POV

How Causes Dance Away From Me by Chash

Nathan Miller tells his parents his soulmate’s name is Mary Green, because he doesn’t know if he can tell them the truth.

How Movements Rise and Then Dissolve by Chash

Monty and Jasper became friends because they had the same birthday, so they find out their soulmates at the same time. But Monty gets to meet his first, and it’s a lot to handle.

I had a nightmare I lost you by eagererudite

Monty does his best to not break down, he doesn’t want to bother anyone with his “drama”. He thinks everyone else has it so much worse. Yet somehow, Miller always finds him at his lowest. The only person to see Monty break is Miller. Miller is always there when Monty needs someone the most.

Monty has a panic attack and Miller is there for him

i keep craving, craving by codeasandhearts

It starts, like it always does, with a lie.

He’s got someone from Farm Station he loves. The fact that he’s in the van with him and doesn’t know about it is just a matter of technicality.

i think we’re alone now (there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around) by MelikaElena

Our boys make the most out of their limited alone time.

i will rearrange the stars and pull them down to where you are by actualbluesargent

based on the prompt “I know I keep coming to the cookie shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need these for my sanity” but quickly became a coffee shop au where Monty has a serious addiction to cookies and an attraction to Miller.

i won’t say i’m in love by kissteethstainred

Nathan Miller is not going to fall for Monty Green just because Monty is the only other gay guy at their school.

I would walk 500 miles (and i would walk 500 more) by captaindanger

What’s supposed to be a 16-hour road trip turns into a four day excursion across the East Coast that results in a head wound, a cat adoption, and Monty and Miller falling in love (finally).

I’ll Love You to Love Me But in Secret by SkyladDame

“I’m Nathan Miller, ma’am. I’m Monty’s Bible partner.” He answered without a stutter.

“Bible partner?” said Monty and his mom at the same time.

Only Monty’s boyfriend would lie to his mother about being a Catholic to make him happy.

i’m a spark (you’re a boom) by millerbellamy

“You shouldn’t have left the interview.”

“I know.”

“The games start in six weeks.”


Miller plays volleyball professionally. He really hates PR but he really loves Monty.

i’ve been looking for you by jennycaakes

Bryan broke up with Miller, and Miller was not going to talk about his feelings with Bellamy, so he lied.

“I’m seeing someone anyway. Didn’t I tell you?”

Monty x Miller

i’ve been looking for you, baby, in every face that i’ve ever known by MelikaElena

Miller didn’t recognize the guy whose ass was currently perched on the counter, next to the register, and it better not be another stoner friend of Jasper’s. The last idiot that Jasper brought in was higher than a kite, and it showed when he knocked over a postcard stand and Miller had to help clean the damn thing up because the friend was too busy cackling like a hyena.

“Get your ass off that counter.”

The guy turned, blinking, black hair nearly in his eyes. He was cute, fine, but that didn’t excuse it. No asses on the counters. No matter how tight they were, or how cute the owners were.

Monty and Miller open up a coffee shop together. Modern AU

if the morning light don’t steal our soul by millerbellamy for bythelightofthenight

Miller isn’t the most talkative person on the Ark, but he’s a lot better at reading people that he gets credit for.

if the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall by MelikaElena

They become friends by accident, because there’s no way that Miller would’ve befriended Wells Jaha on purpose. ARK AU

Impressions by jennycaakes

Three times Monty Green makes an impression on David Miller.

Interruptions by Captainmintyfresh

5 times miller tries to get some alone time (wink wink) with Monty but everyone keeps interrupting them and one time miller announces that he’s taking Monty to go make out and that no one is to disrupt them

Invite the Tabby Two Doors Down by Chash

Jasper keeps trying to put a limit on how many cats they are allowed to have, but Monty has a thing for the guy who works at the animal shelter and Clarke doesn’t really listen to Jasper anyway, so it’s not going very well for him.

is this a kissing book? by kissteethstainred

Miller calls out, “Hey, Farm Boy! Save an apple for me.”

“As you wish,” Monty says.

jethro is an awful name for a cat by eomerking

“The soundtrack of my life will just be distant sobbing,” Monty says mournfully, “and maybe someone falling down the stairs.”

Or, Monty is in deep and Octavia is never letting Jasper tamper with the moonshine again.

kisses on my knuckles by royalwisteria

“I look a lot like someone in one of your classes and every other day you come up to me and start talking to me like I’m them” AU.

Some guy keeps mistaking Miller for someone called Jason, he’s not entirely thrilled by how cute the guy is, and Miller would totally testify in court about how terrible Bellamy is at being a best friend.

The “L” Word by Callielily_27

Three times Nathan tried to tell Monty he loved him and the one time Monty beat him to it.

Or Miller is too sissy to tell Monty he loves him.

late night whispers by jennycaakes

Monty doesn’t realize that Miller’s a pretty light sleeper. Miller’s usually actually awake when Monty’s talking about his feelings for him.

like I’m drowning by jennycaakes

Monty and Miller are both dealing with the loss of someone they love. Healing is hard to do, but easier to do together.

Like This by MilenaDaniels

5 times where Monty Green is Camp Jaha’s reigning king of Peek-A-Boo, and 1 time where, well, he was still the reigning king of Peek-A-Boo because obviously some people were not born for stealth.

M’s & N’s by night_litany

Clarke’s frown deepened as she studied Miller’s grouchy expression and the way he slouched forward with his shoulders hunched. She glanced at her phone one more time before turning to Miller again. “Is that why you are so territorial with Monty?”

“I am not territorial with Monty,” Miller denied.

magic is weird by jennycaakes

Monty starts to feel feelings that aren’t his feelings. Magic is the worst, especially when you don’t have it.

Monty x Miller

(congrats on 1k Mia!!)

The Magic’s Savior by jennycaakes

Monty accidentally sends all of his friends a fanfiction he’s writing about them. Chaos ensues.

Fluff, super silly. Miller x Monty focused with background relationships.

Social Media AU!

Maybe We All Need Anger Management? by LesbianPanda

“Nathan understood that Jasper was going through some serious PTSD, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was completely disregarding everyone else’s feelings, even Monty’s. This disregard, this simple state of uncaring, angered Miller. And he hadn’t always been the best at maintaining his anger.”

The Most Dangerous Word by castielscrusade (alindy)

“Clarke’s laughter pushed Monty forward and gave him, despite him knowing that this word was the most dangerous of them all, the littlest bit of hope.”

A Movie Script Ending by Chash

Monty thinks he’s having one of those classic rom-com meet cutes, but it turns out the guy is dating his roommate’s crush. So it more just kind of sucks.

morning shower routines by jennycaakes

The four times Monty sees Miller in the dorm showers, plus the one time Miller sees Monty.

the native hue of resolution, the pale cast of thought by bgonemydear

Monty’s not sure what his own penance should look like, but it’s not like Clarke’s or Bellamy’s.

Neighbor Things by readwriteandavengers

Monty and Miller have barely talked to one another, besides the casual nods of acknowledgement they share as they pass one another in the hall of their apartment complex. The thing is; they’re neighbors. One day Monty’s got a spider in his apartment and can’t find a single soul to save him. That is until his totally hot neighbor that he doesn’t talk to shows up in time to rescue him.

Not If They Were Called Scumdrops by Chash

Bellamy and Clarke are having a baby, and it’s possible neither of them nor anyone else they know should be allowed to name it. But at least it’s giving Monty an excuse to talk to Miller more.

Of Coffee and Conversations by castielscrusade (alindy)

Miller works at a diner and Monty chooses him as his waiter every time.

operation tell me a lie by lrstxt

After Monty realizes Miller’s his soulmate, he has a plan to find out if he’s Miller’s soulmate. It’s a bad plan, but it’s a plan.

(Soulmate AU where you can’t lie to your soulmate also ft. lots of texting, coffee, and genderqueer monroe)

Origin of Crisp by dicis5, Martyjensen

Filled with misunderstandings, high ramblings, and homework

Part of the Pack by LayaLioness

Miller sort of walks into his engagement accidentally when one night Monty says very quietly, “Would you ever, maybe, want to get married?”

Miller turns to him with a single eyebrow raised. “I thought we already were,” he admits. In fact, he’s been considering Monty his husband for an embarrassingly long time, and had started possibly before it was reasonable to do so.

Red is Your Color by Kacka

For Monty, drinking comes with unfortunate side-effects.

The Reluctant Matchmaker by lilmisslola

It was getting ridiculous, really, and Bellamy could swear it only happened when he was in the vicinity.

Road to Recovery by bythelightofthenight

Miller considered him carefully before facing the other wall like he was. “I hugged my dad today. Twice, actually.”

“I helped kill hundreds of people.”

same heartbeat (falling behind) by growlery

Jasper wants to be popular, Monty’s just trying to get by, and Miller might, possibly, sort of, have a crush.

Say My Name by clarkegriffvn

Prompted by anonymous: “we’ve been roommates since freshman year and now we’re juniors and I accidentally walked in on you masturbating because you forgot to put anything on the door handle, and oh no this is awkward because I’ve had a crush on you since frosh week and I think you were moaning my name but there are a lot of nathans on campus so maybe I’m wrong”

This is pure smut, but I snuck in some fluff in there.

serious symptoms, simple solutions by SpankMyAstonMartin

Monty finds out one of his neighbors has a cat. Otherwise he’s hallucinating.

Or rather…

The ‘You live in the apartment next to me. We’re not supposed to have pets, but I KNOW you have a cat. I’ll make you a deal, I won’t tell, if you let me pet it’ AU. Or a variation of it.

Smoke Rings by CoffineWeaver (politely_ironic)

Miller is not one to get stoned often. Sure, it’s cool occasionally, when he’s got some extra cash, or when someone offers, but it’s not something he can do more than casually. But if he does smoke weed, and he does, the first person he calls is Jasper Jordan. The second is, well.  

Socks by dracomalfoy

They’ve talked about sex loads of times before, but Monty’s determined to try the real thing.

something binding us together by growlery

So Operation Get Monty a Girlfriend was a disaster, but Operation Ge Monty a Boyfriend is going to be a roaring success, Jasper swears it. He knows where he was going wrong, now. There’s no way this can fail.

sometimes you just have to go for it by jennycaakes

Monty Green’s a junior at Arkadia University, and he’s absolutely in love with actor Nathan Miller who was just casted to play Miles Morales as Spiderman. When Miller comes to Arkadia to give a speech, they just so happen to bump into each other.

includes: chance meetings, sneaking around, international supermodel Blake siblings, and lots of fluff

Miller x Monty

stars, hide your fires by awildthing

Monty Green meets Nathan Miller and knows immediately that he’s going to fall in love with him.

study buddies by kay_emm_gee

When a late-night study session snack break goes awry, Nathan comes to Monty’s rescue–and maybe gets more of a reward than he bargained for.


talk about it (somewhere only we know) by serendipityinwords

The war is over and Monty still likes Nate.

Tree of destiny by Captainmintyfresh

Tumblr prompt: We’re best friends and our houses have a giant tree in between them, I climb and sneak over to your house every night AU

The Upside of Badminton by castielscrusade (alindy)

Monty is fairly sure he would rather be lit on fire than be a part of the chaos that is the badminton unit of gym, but Miller’s help after an injury makes him rethink his initial opinion on the sport.

we’ve got each other, yeah? by jennycaakes

Monty and Miller have been together for a few months now, but they’re on opposite sides of the war. Hannah wants Monty to bug his boyfriend. Will he do it?

when the stars are the only thing we’ve shared by jennycaakes

Miller’s boyfriend from Farm Station has survived. He’s back, he’s sharing a tent with him in Arkadia, but it doesn’t feel right. Miller’s been through too much now and he’s not sure that his boyfriend will understand.

Miller x OC, Miller x Monty. Minty endgame because I’m weak for these boys.

when you feel the wear by growlery

Miller looks up as Monty approaches, and smiles. “Message from Clarke?”

She says to tell Bellamy he’s a prick,” Monty relays, “ and also where are the figures she asked for last week.”

whenever your world starts crashing down by kissteethstainred

It was like something from a dream Monty had once, a dream that had been called civilization from before the world ended. People were running around, carrying clothes, weapons, foods, buckets full of items that Monty couldn’t see, and everywhere there were shoddy, makeshift buildings, if they could even be called that.

Of all the places Monty had been in the apocalypse, the Ark was by far the coolest.

You Fall Slowly, And Then All At Once by Coldsaturn

Being unused to pretending or lying to himself, Miller realizes how much his reactions are unusual when they concern the Asian guy. And the tragicomic thing is that he doesn’t even know him. For the past few weeks Miller has gone from “he could be my brother”, to “he has nice features” to explain why Monty’s face stands out against others’, and he still has no idea.

you had me at aloha by MelikaElena

Monty is an exhausted flight attendant who does whatever he can to get through his shift; Miller is a cute passenger who may or may not be taken. Monty has six hours to find out.

“The guy in 19C is CUTE, and Monty can’t help but be grateful for the eye candy. When you’re a flight attendant, any little thing helps, especially on a six-hour flight from Portland, Oregon, to Honolulu, Hawai’i.

(He counted four babies all under the age of two on-board—yeah, it’s gonna be a long flight.)

It also helps that the guy sitting next to Eye Candy is cute, and for a moment Monty thinks that it’s his lucky day—until he realizes that they’re together. Which—like, who cares, right? Eye candy is called eye candy for a reason, in that you definitely do not eat said candy, you just look at it. But it’s still disappointing nonetheless. (The guy in 19C is REALLY cute.)”

you keep ending up in my shaking hands by jennycaakes

Nathan Miller was in love with a boy from Agro Station before they sent him to the ground to die. But Miller survived, and he survived, and he kept surviving. He didn’t dare think that his boyfriend from the farm station might have survived as well.

Or, a character study on why Nathan Miller is the way he is, and where he goes from there.

Miller x OC, Miller x Monty, 3x01 compliant

You should show it on the outside by bluenna

The working title was “miller thinks he’s sick when he’s actually in love hahhaa what a loser” and that’s really the best way to summarize this fic

You Sound Like a Song by Kacka

Nate gets talked into taking over Bellamy’s radio show. He’s not great on-air, which sucks because he really wants to impress the cute sound technician.

You’ve Never Loved Anyone by blizzard_ice

“You wouldn’t understand.” The words burned as they came up in a fit of rage. Monty, 2 yards away from the boy who had spoken, turned, his face fallen. “You’ve never loved anyone, Monty. Not like me and Maya.”

Alternate ending to 3x04 starting when Monty and Jasper are at the drop ship.

youth by theowlinsomniac

He’s seven years old and Monty is eight, giving Jasper a huge head start in the best friend competition, especially since the two had practically known each other since birth. It’s a catchup game from the start, but Nathan likes a challenge.

Eyes Wide Open ch. 1

Hey, guys! I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while, and I’m finally getting around to it! Woot! This will be particularly beneficial to me, because it will give me something else to work on aside from “Ardor,” so hopefully my writer’s block will just fuck off. Today’s also my birthday! I turn nineteen today. Yay to being able to legally drink on my trip to Japan next month! Also, Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it!

Anyway, “Eyes Wide Open” will be primarily Nalu-centric, but I might add some chapters focused on my other OTPs at some point too. There will be various AUs as well, so feel free to leave suggestions! And thanks to the wonderful @nilyakirigaya for being my beta! Love you, boo!

Here’s the story on fanfic, if you’d like to read it there.

Being possessive is in a dragon’s nature. The thing is, he doesn’t have a right to be possessive of her.

For Only Him

Natsu hated how close they were.

He hated that they shared similar interests, because that meant they often fell into detailed discussions that would last for at least half an hour. Half an hour of them talking to each other, agreeing with each other, sometimes touching each other, or even worse – laughing with each other. Natsu loathed when he made her laugh, usually as just a reserved giggle from behind her hand, but sometimes he would get her to crack up, throwing her head back, trying to stifle it because laughing that hard in public was embarrassing to her. And then he’d tease her about losing her composure, and in response, she’d tell him to shut up and give him a playful shove, still giggling.


Natsu really hated how close they were.

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This Woman’s Work (Roman Reigns x Reader)

Context: Reader and Roman have a secret and it’s beginning to rip a hole in their hearts. Will they ever act on it?

**A/N: ** This is the sequel to “Mercy”. Different song choice used for this one though: “This Woman’s Work” by Maxwell. It’s a cover of the original 1988 song from Kate Bush but I like this one a lot better.

**SB: ** Trilogy? I don’t know. I’ll see how this part does first. As always, feedback is welcomed!

Read Part 1 here: Mercy 

This fic is on the longer side than Part 1 but I hope it’s worth it. 

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**Tags: ** @the-geekgoddes ; @m-a-t-91; @womderland-fandom ; @lavitabella87 ; @thiickreigns ; @kellbell431 ; @harleymoxley@caramara3 ; @adorkabley-yours

“…..Of all the things I should’ve said,

That I never said.

All the things we should’ve done,

Though we never did.

All the things I should’ve given,

But I didn't…..”

            3 months later: It was half past eight, a time that was usually too early for me to be awake, but I was. I sat down at a dining room table in my eight floor apartment. The beige curtains were drawn open enough to let the small cracks of sunlight peek through over the Manhattan skyline. The notebook laid out in front of me had the design ideas and the color scheme I had set for my wedding. But the man that I was marrying was never around to help.

           “Oh, you can do the decorations yourself for now. I count on you, babe. If you need help, just call your friends.” He said, sounding hurried and surprised to hear my voice on our last call. 

           “I have another business trip in Chicago on Thursday, then I’m flying out to France to meet with investors. I’ll chat with you about the wedding plans tonight.”

            Most of the time, we only communicated through video chats or text messages; all of which occurred during the early hours of the morning or in the late hours of the nights. I sighed. I was set to get married the following summer.

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The Invisible Cord- Ch. 2

Thank you as always to @alittlemissfit who is always able to make my words make sense. 

Sneak peek: I wonder if a little pain will make this day easier.

Chapter 1

This chapter is NSFW! 

November 2011
Somewhere in rural Virginia

The sun is peeking through the blinds but I’ve been up for hours. Mulder’s hand lies heavy on my hip and I feel the sudden urge to turn and curl up against him, but I don’t want to wake him. Instead I roll away from the window to face him, watch his sleeping face.

“You okay?” he asks after a few minutes, not even needing to open his eyes.
I nod but then remember he can’t see me. Moving closer to him I curl into a ball, effectively trap my arms against his chest. He moves on instinct, wraps his arm around my back before kissing my forehead.

“Yeah,” I sight. “I just didn’t sleep well.”

“It’s her birthday,” he murmurs, his breath warming the top of my head.

“I know,” I murmur back, then lightly push him onto his back.

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philosophium  asked:

prompt: kandreil and someone getting hurt (like physically, like during a game or something idk)

I CAN’T BELIEVE I LEFT THIS UNANSWERED FOR SO LONG by the way you are kind of like one of my favorite writers can i just say. your hcs give me life 

  • so get this: kandreil has been well-established for at least over a month. one of them can never be seen without one or the other or both
  • andrew is the least carefree among the three of them aka he is the biggest worrywart of The Century
  • he can’t get past the mentality that neil will get murdered because the midget’s a goddamn murder magnet
  • “Kevin, you’ll have to trail Josten all the time if I can’t be there to do it, or he’ll get himself murdered the moment we both leave him.” 
  • “You know, both of you could at least trust me to walk to class alone.”
  • “If I had it my way Neil, I wouldn’t burst a vein over you either. Come on, I’ll walk you so that Andrew will shut the fuck up.”
  • kevin, while being less worried in general, goes along with the set-up because he and andrew have this weird mentality that neil is the most fragile bean ever
  • (with him paying a guy $100 to knock him out back all those months ago, you’d think neil’s already attained Hardcore Status, but NO)
  • renee thinks the whole thing is very adorable but also suggested she teach neil how to fight
  • andrew immediately soured the first time renee mentioned this and said something along the lines of no one will so much as harm a strand of neil’s hair because i’ll end the life of whoever does
  • kevin’s face stoned at the idea of neil fighting because he’s a striker renee, he needs his fucking hands 
  • anyways, in the biggest plot twist ever, it is andrew that gets hurt first. damn

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