i just realized how late at night i always post my art oh well

anonymous asked:

RFA + V & Saeran's reaction to like an MC with a compulsive shopping problem like "MC when will we ever need fifteen scrub daddies?" Kinda thing. Because lemme tell you late night infomercials will get to you eventually.

this sure is a blast to the past.


  • Questions you? This boy enables you.
  • By month two of living together you own a menagerie of snuggies, an armada of specialized shower slippers, and a single Obama chia pet that lives on the kitchen counter.
  • He wanders in at the middle of the night to you sprawled out on the couch, watching the infomercials flicker in a daze, and he sits down in a stupor near you to sip his coffee and watch what’s occurring on the screen.
  • “Flex-tape,” he says to himself softly. “We could fix anything with that.”
  • “Yeah,” you say.
  • “Like the bumper of our car. And that leaky bucket. And the chair that keeps falling apart!”
  • “Yeah,” you say again, pulling out your phone.
  • Seven thinks this is hilarious. Zen tries to stage an intervention. Jumin is endlessly entertained by this silly commoner practice, and ends up taking one of your Forever Comfy Cushions for his own purposes.


  • “What are you buying,” Zen says, accusation permeating every inch of his flat voice. Nothing! you insist, but he doesn’t believe you.
  • He never believes you.
  • Zen loves you and thinks the sun itself shines in your eyes, but he also knows that you have a problem and knows that you do not need another specialty home improvement product.
  • “But these are cool!” You insist. “And useful! They’re feet for your chair and they keep your floors from getting scratches and YOU CAN’T TELL ME OUR CHAIRS DON’T NEED SHOES, ZEN. THEY’RE NAKED.”
  • zen doesn’t understand. he’s lived a life of complete asceticism, often not even having the bare necessities of life. and here you are, filling his home with useless junk.
  • like really.
  • why do you need magnifying lens glasses.
  • you don’t.
  • y o u d o n ‘ t.


  • god save this poor woman it’s like dating jumin if jumin had some weird discount shopping fetish.
  • The word “sale” just gets you going like no other, and more than once have you shaken Jaehee awake saying that oh my god there’s this cooking product on tv and it looks so useful i could use it to make you perfect roasted apples AND over easy eggs and if we order now WE GET TWO
  • “go to sleep, MC,” jaehee says like a prayer, but she knows that god isn’t listening.
  • you’re going to order it.
  • you’re going to inflict this upon her.
  • …she is kind of grateful though when she realizes how damn handy your stupid Chop Wizard is for slicing onions. No more teary eyes. It’s like a miracle.


  • whenever you open your mouth, Jumin hears a great idea while everyone else hears utter insanity..
  • Of course you need five pairs of ant-resistant socks, MC! That sounds like a great idea. Get five for me, too.
  • Of course you need Hydro Mouse Liquid Lawn to promote healthy lawn growth, MC! It doesn’t matter that you don’t have a lawn, it sounds useful for the future.
  • Of course you need a Super Duper Ultra Hi-def HDMI cable, MC! That way we can watch cat videos on the TV in crystal clear quality. 
  • Of course we -
  • jaehee has to get a storehouse for the Weird Bullshit you acquire and she also wants to die.


  • He turns infomercial shopping with you into a party game, where you pick random things to buy, and when they arrive, the pair of you try to find the most improbable uses for them ever.
  • Your house turns into this weird, Post-Apocalyptic style wreck where everything is crafted from jury-rigged infomercial products, and Seven is just Loving Life.
  • You have cabinets made out of multicolored duck tape and egg beaters, which you used your 5 Second Welding Wand to create. 
  • Your walls are made out of magic mesh, which you panted with your Specialty Paint Spray Applicator
  • Seven turns the set of miracle knives you bought into a makeshift home security system.
  • The 124-pack of magic, color changing markers was the best purchase of your collective lives, and you color in your ramshackle home, content with no one wanting to visit you ever.


  • V cannot say no to you, which is unfortunate, because someone really needs to say no to you.
  • Egg powder! Super choppers! Hey V, do we need a callous remover? S-sure, he stutters, and you buy that too.
  • You own five different kinds of furniture powder, eighty-one types of cleaning supplies, a drawer full of compression socks, and a case of Furniture Fixes to Lift Your Sagging Cushions™
  • Your house is somehow both pristine and also filled with junk. RIP V’s artsy minimalist lifestyle.
  • …Some of the products actually end up being pretty helpful for helping him deal with his blindness, though, so he’s thankful for that, at least.


  • like seriously, you come home and you’ve got another box of weird gimmicky art supplies like air-blowing magic markers and color-shifting crayons. 
  • You have a jolly old time using them to decorate the new apple-slicer Saeran bought.
  • He gets a “make-your-own-crayon” kit and, well, that’s your Tuesday!
  • He tries to buy you presents, too, like new pots, pans, and a third pressure cooker, and you’re always so happy!
  • Finally, someone who gets it!
  • Finally, someone who understands!
  • You have a tool for every situation! Who cares if your house is going to burst?
  • …Eventually, Vanderwood convinces you to give some of the excess to charity, because this is ridiculous.


  • “Can I - “
  • “No.”
  • "But it would be so - “
  • NO.”
  • “It’s so cheap though –”
  • N O,” Vanderwood declares like a Roman judge, then turns off the television. They are not allowing this. They are not playing this game. They are not –
  • Wait.
  • Was that a shower scrubber?
  • Shit, let’s get ten.
Darkness is your friend now (part one)

I’m posting this on here because why not? Art doesn’t always pretain to drawing or painting~

Darkiplier x Reader


There you were, just sitting in front your computer at your messy desk in your room.

The night was young but you weren’t looking to go out tonight. It was your night to relax and do whatever you pleased.

The computer was your friend tonight along with your favorite youtubers.

Pewdiepie, Game Grumps, Jontron, Cryaotic, RPGMinx seemed rather productive today, but you had no one else on the mind but Markiplier. You finally get to watch the Raspy Hill video you had been waiting to watch. Reason being you decided to wait for October to roll by, tis the season for frights

“I’ve been waiting so long to watch this.” You smiled, clicking the video and made it go full screen. You then noticed how short the video was, but shrugged it off.

“HELLO everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to Let’s Play: Raspy Hill.” You smiled at his normal greeting. “So, I got a lot of emails that said I needed to play this because… There were mannequins in this and if you know me, you know I do not like mannequins.”

The game started. It was a bit slow at first but then you found yourself laughing when he was given chase by dolls floating towards him as he panicked.
Then something didn’t seem right, Mark was getting surrounded by those things. his voice becoming static and sounded as if he was over a radio broadcast. You then jumped with a gasp when the screen had flashed with a picture of Markiplier, screaming and holding his head while a loud high pitched sound played. After that, the screen went black.


Then eerie music played

“I don’t feel quite like myself.”

There Markiplier was. staring at you. The screen glitches between that face and him laughing like a madman and the video game.

“I’ve been having strange dreams lately.”

Then it glitched again between him with a growing smile and him looking as if he’s struggling to breathe.

“But now, you’re here.”

You shivered when you realized that ,with every glitch, his eyes never left yours. You just wanted to stop the video but you figured that ’ hey, maybe this was a joke?’

“And I’ll make you feel right at home. . ”

He continued to stare, glitching a bit. Then it showed the game again, glitching between him and it. His smile just growing oh so menacingly.

“Welcome to Raspy Hill.”

Then the stitched up floating dolls came crashing into your screen, to tilt as if you were falling. The screen came back to him, a close up of his face, his eyes looking over his glasses as he smiled.

"Enjoy your stay… (F/N)”

The screen went black.

You saw, in the reflection of the black screen, a dark figure behind you. You couldn’t make out who it was but you felt hot, heavy breathing on your neck. You dare not move, afraid of what may happen if doing so.

“Who…” You started but stopped when you saw pale, kind of muscular arms lightly wrap around your neck, hugging it. The touch was a tad cold.

The figure leaned in closer to your ear.” But, (F/N), you just watched me. .” It sounded like Markiplier, but more distorted and radio sounding.

“You… Can’t be him.” You glanced at his pale, what looked like grey to you, arms as they tightened a bit more around your neck. It could be your imagination but you saw what looked like black smog creeping around you.

Then you saw Not- So Mark smirk in the reflection of your computer screen. ” Oh but I am… But Far more, Dark than he is.” He released a soft chuckle, his right hand lifted up and he placed his finger tips on your chin. It was just a soft touch, a cold one but it made you want to melt none the less. “Answer me this… Why did it take you so long?”

” For… For what? To watch this?“ You bit your bottom lip.” I…uh… had recently become a fan and I wanted to wait til October.“ You answered calmly even though your heart was racing. You figured that as long as you went along with whatever he was getting at that nothing bad would happen…

He slowly released your neck, causing you to sigh in relief but that relief wasn’t for long. He grabbed onto the back of your chair, tipping it backwards thus making you fall down with it.

“AHH!” You screamed, not expecting this. you then looked up to see that the man was staring at you. It was definitely Markiplier’s face but… his eyes and skin were different. His eyes were a handsome, dark bloody crimson and the sclera were black instead of white and it was clear that his skin was the pale grey you saw before.

"Oh, how cute.” his smirk grew as he saw the growing fear in your (E/C) eyes.“ In a way, I’m flattered.” He kneels down onto one knee and placed his left hand upon your cheek, caressing it gently which caused you flinch and your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when he was inches away from your face. “October is the best month for frights.“

Not-so Mark’s face suddenly glitches into something distorted and creepy. His eyes looked completely hollow, nothing inside but black smog seeping out and his mouth began to look jagged like a scary jack-o-lantern craving, the black smog seeping out of that as well. The noises that he had made were unsettling. Gurgles and maniacal laughing. Black sludge hanging from his jagged lips.

Your eyes widen, pupils becoming small. Your heart raced even faster than before. Your entire body shaking as you stared at the abomination.

You released a scream just before you felt the black smog consume your entire body and entered inside of you.

Everything became black as you passed out.

Klaine: There’s Only Me, There’s Only You

Title: There’s Only Me, There’s Only You
Author: animeangelriku
Artist: lesorientales​ (now riotatttherite)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 11638
Summary: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel started ice skating since they were little. When they meet again after having spent years apart, their passion for skating brings them closer than they could’ve ever imagined.

(Thank you so much to my wonderful artist, who was ever oh so patient with me. I hope I did your art justice! And I deeply apologize for having put this up after I was supposed to and for not having been able to send it to you complete before posting it. I hope you like the final result nonetheless!)

Link to art here
Read it on AO3

Blaine shivered a little. No matter how many times he stepped inside an ice rink, the cold temperature of the room still caught him off-guard. And he wasn’t even on the ice yet.

“How you feeling?” Cooper asked, bumping his brother’s shoulder with his own.

“Kind of nervous,” Blaine answered.

“Oh, don’t be,” said Cooper, wrapping his arm around Blaine’s shoulders. “You’ll do just fine!”

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living with bunkook

this was a request!! for my love! i spend so long on these and i feel like they aren’t evem long ah

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • this was requested by my small bean child
  • living with jeongguk would be a total riot
  • he’s young, boy probably wouldn’t be able to live on his own
  • he would like burn the house down
  • seokjin cries when jeongguk says he wants to get his own place
  • he claims “my baby is leaving me! now I’m stuck with all these psychos!”
  • and by psychos he means yoongi and namjoon who he shares a place with (and jeongguk before he rolls out)
  • but the truth of the matter is he’s genuinely scared that jeongguk won’t be able to handle himself
  • boy doesn’t know how to do laundry or cook or pay bills
  • but jeongguk wants to be independent and free
  • and he wants to move you in with him and he was not about to share you with three other guys, even if they are some of his best friends
  • yoongi is the one who realizes that jeongguk wants to move out so you can move in
  • and he kinda smirks and he’s like “oh jeonggukie~”
  • and jeongguk pales and he’s like great now I have to have the talk from yoongi this is gonna be even worse than hobi’s attempt at a talk great
  • and yoongi just pats the couch and he’s smiling and jeongguk is like great I’m gonna have nightmares after this one
  • but yoongi ruffles his hair and his voice is so soft and he’s “I can’t believe you’re really growing up. I’ll take you two house hunting if you want, furniture shopping too, whatever you guys need I’m here to help”
  • and jeongguk is so touched he just kinda smiles??
  • and he decks yoongi in a hug and it’s so heart warming oops
  • but he has to ask you to move in though
  • he’s actually really worried you’ll say no
  • he’s usually so confident and sure of himself but you’re both young and inexperienced in these type things he doesn’t want to make any mistakes, not when it comes to you
  • and yoongi organizes a lil class for him with the help of hoseok and jin and namjoon and its all about how to live on your own and yoongi has a power point and he gets so into it cause he wants the best for jeongguk
  • so once jeongguk understands the basics he decides he better hurry up and ask you
  • he doesn’t want it to be a big ordeal, he doesn’t wanna stress you out so he tries to keep it simple
  • actually he kinda just lets it slip that he’s been looking at houses for the two of you
  • you two are out ice skating of all things
  • you’re holding hands and he’s keeping you from falling and both your noses are red and you’re giggling all cute
  • and he kinda “I can’t wait to get our house so we can just go home and snuggle with hot chocolate, all by ourselves you know?”
  • and you freeze and he keeps skating so he ends up losing his balance and landing on his butt
  • and you don’t know whether to laugh at him or ask about his lil confessional thing and you kinda just skate over and you help him up
  • and shy bunny mode has been activated!!
  • and you pull him up and he immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck cause he can’t believe he said that so casually??
  • and you laugh and play with his hair
  • “were you going to tell me we’re moving in together?”
  • and he looks up at you and his eyes are wide and he had the cutest smile on his lips “you want to move in with me?”
  • and you kiss his nose “why wouldn’t I baby?”
  • and he was so worried about how you would react but you were so chill with it and he knows that’s one of the many reasons he loves you
  • and he’s surprised you’re taking it so calmly but you guys leave the rink and as soon as it’s just the two of you, you squeal and hug him so tightly and you’re laughing and he’s beaming and it’s such a touching moment  
  • and he probably scares the hell out of everyone //on accident// cause he takes a pic of you two and you’re kissing his cheek and he’s smiling at the camera and he tags it “she said yes!”
  • so everyone thinks you two are getting married
  • and within seconds his parents and jin and their manager are calling and he’s so confused?
  • and he realizes oh wait a second
  • and he has to explain no he’s not married, the love of his life is moving in with him which is like the second best thing
  • yoongi takes you two house hunting right away
  • and jeongguk is kinda unsure of what even to look for and he’s like “well here’s a yard for our dogs…”
  • and yoongi is all “um hey dipshit the ceiling is falling apart”
  • okay but you two finally decide on a cute apartment
  • it’s in an area where a lot of young families are settling down right?
  • and so the other apartment residents are like young couples close to your age or newlyweds or new parents to be
  • it’s a really family friendly area and it’s so sweet
  • it’s kinda tiny
  • it’s one bedroom, two and a half bathrooms plus the kitchen and a very tiny living room area
  • jeongguk seriously could care less though
  • it gives him an excuse to keep you right snuggled up to him every night
  • you guys decorate it with art he’s done or other modern art
  • he actually likes to try and make art with you to hang up
  • like babe here’s an idea we throw paint at this canvas and see how it ends up looking
  • it’s really trendy and you two put a lot of time to give it that modern New Yorker feel
  • but you buy everything from ikea and spend at least seventeen years trying to assemble it all correctly and figuring out where that extra screw goes…
  • okay okay for cute things now right?
  • you two take your puppy on a walk every single night ideally around seven when the sun sets late and five when it’s closer to winter and all
  • the puppy sleeps between you two every single night and at first jeongguk is all !! but then he gets upset because I want to cuddle my lover thx
  • one day he comes home and you have dressed the dog up? and he kinda what am I dating
  • you two wake up every morning at the same time to the same alarm and it’s usually a radio alarm and it’s playing like silver spoon or something like that?? it’s always one of their songs
  • and he rolls over and he smiles as you groggily try to open your eyes
  • and he brushes the hair from your face and kisses your nose softly then kisses your forehead, then kisses both your cheeks in the same order every single morning
  • he then goes as he pulls you up so gently
  • also hey we gotta
  • he sleeps in boxer pajama shorts and he won’t come to bed unless you’re wearing one of his shirts
  • and they’re baggy and loose and jeongguk loses it every time he sees you wearing them
  • this boy hogs blankets okay he leaves you none, zero, you usually freeze
  • but okay you guys do morning routines together too!!
  • like you stand side by side and wash your faces together, and then you wash your faces, and then you do your makeup while he shaves (if he even needs to lmao), then you guys brush your hair and it’s off to change!!
  • whenever you shower he makes sure you lock the door because baby bun doesn’t want to die by accidentally walking in on you
  • but he needs to make sure you’re safe
  • so if he doesn’t need to do anything else he sits outside the door and keeps his ear against the wall so he can hear you sing
  • but he scrambles away as soon as he hears the water turn off
  • you don’t even try to cook together
  • breakfast is usually eggo waffles or like trix cereal?? he’ll make you coffee or tea or whatever you prefer but you’re not getting him to cook oh no
  • lunch is like those bagel bites? the pizza ones and he thinks he’s so amazing like he didn’t catch them on fire this time you go jeongguk
  • jin will come over with food at least once a week he kinda “okay this is the last time”
  • but he’s back
  • every single time he’s back
  • yoongi comes over quite a bit to make sure everything is going okay
  • “jeongguk is the water still working?”
  • “wow hyung you sound like my mom”
  • “take it back before I show your little friend here that viDEO FROM BEHIND THE ST-”
  • and jeongguk just covers your ears and kisses your nose like plz don’t mind hIM
  • there’s not a lot of other visitations though? like usually if the boys wanna hang out you go over to your place
  • jeongguk is very private about the apartment which surprises you like he doesn’t post anything about it or mention it over the initial moving in announcement
  • anime night with your boy jeon jeongguk
  • he has this like calendar you keep on the fridge and he plans out how you two will manage to watch an entire show a month
  • he picks the worst amines like in an unironic way probably
  • he also buys like seven million snacks right popcorn and Cheetos and Popsicles and cheez it’s too like boy stocks up
  • and he probably has anime plushies too and he brings them all on the couch to snuggle
  • y'all have bean bags btw
  • like the nineties style bean bags that you usually end chilling on all day every day
  • you guys never go to bed early
  • but if you ever fall asleep first he picks up princess style and carries you to your room and tucks you in and kisses your head and pulls the blankets over you before crawling in next to you
  • he has so many video games and if you’re not playing with him, he still keeps you at his side to be his cheerleader
  • boy gets so into his video games right
  • he like cheers and groans and threatens to throw his controller at the tv screen
  • he helps with the chores
  • he’s not very good but he helps
  • like one day you’re cleaning the bathroom and you hear a horrified scream and you hurry over to the laundry room area and jeongguk is curled up on the floor and he’s holding something to his chest
  • it’s one of his like seventy two white tees and it’s dyed pink and lying to his left is your favorite pair of red undies and you just kinda tsk and roll your eyes at him
  • he’s not very good at keeping things tidy and organized
  • he leaves wrappers on the ground when he’s busy trying to beat that new fire emblem game and he has a habit of kicking off sheets when he sleeps and everything??
  • and he always apologizes and he gets worried you’re gonna move out cause he’s kinda a low key slob but you laugh and kiss him and tell him you would never ever dream of it
  • he is really rude sometimes and he likes to take pics of you sleeping to put into his group chat with the boys
  • will also send these said pictures to his family??
  • boy has no chill
  • like he dedicates your living room to be his new dance studio which you never agreed on
  • but the view is nice so you don’t mind
  • whenever he has practice late he gets carry out and he comes home and tell you to dress up
  • and he pulls out red solo cups and dixie plates and lights a yankee candle that smells like fresh cotton or something and he just raises his eyebrows excessively like wow aren’t i romantic
  • he is such a cutie and living with him would be a lot of fun and you guys would always be smiling and laughing!!
My first *Peraltiago* fic rec

What Now? by author_abz

“I was happy. I didn’t know and I was happy because I didn’t know. Now I know and it hurts. But it’s a warm, achy kind of hurt I thought was made up, but it’s real because I feel it, and all I had to do was ask.”

Jake is drunk and rambles to Amy.

Girls Only Say ‘Hate You’ to the Guys That They Love by sadesmae

Jake wants to go out with Kylie.

That’s My Kind Of Risk by LaurytheLatrator

Amy smokes. It’s not a big deal or anything.

(Three moments when Peralta caught Santiago smoking.)

10 times Jake or Amy babysitted Terry’s twins and ended up together or not by weasleyspotter

or the 10 steps it took for Jake and Amy to get together.

eyes shut (it’s you i’m thinking of) by cresselia

Teddy cancels the date, and Amy finally makes her way to the bar.

we share, we care, we grow together by Kasuchi

“Argh, you’re one of those girls aren’t you? All perfect and stuff?” Jake looked put-upon. “I bet you make perfect grades and you shower every day.” What if Brooklyn Nine-Nine was a little less Barney Miller and a little more Hey Arnold? A full-on cracky AU.

Bribery Will Get You Everywhere by Marks

Jake gets bribed into visiting Santiago’s family for Christmas. It’s not bad, but don’t tell anyone that.

she wears her heart on her sleeve by cresselia

“She should be drunk for this.

But she’s not. Instead, she’s completely sober and completely in control of her actions, her own lips centimeters away from Jake’s.”

Amy struggles with her seemingly gravitational pull towards Jake while trying to remain faithful to her own moral code.

of realizations and rooftops by nereid

In which everyone talks about Jake, Amy’s in denial and burns Jake’s hair. A bit.

Tonight You’re Perfect by sadesmae

Jake and Amy meet at Warped Tour. This is not an alternate universe, this totes happens.

Unresolved by RubyCaspar

Based on spoilers for s1 finale - when Jake is fired, Amy is forced to confront her feelings for her partner… and can only hope it’s not too late.

‘cause I’m not feeling anything at all by plumfield

Teddy’s everything she looks for in a guy. He’s a consummate professional, a great listener, and a total gentleman to boot. He pulls chairs out for her, holds doors open, and picks up every tab; if she has to reschedule a date because a case has come up, he understands, because it’s just as likely to happen to him.

After five dates, she can picture exactly what their life together is going to be like.

something suitable by birdbox (Bella_Barbaric)

“Oh, and I want you in your Sunday best,” Jake tells her over the phone.

“What?! All my 90s Bat Mitzvah dresses are at the dry cleaners!” Amy teases, even though she knows she’s still got the blue montrosity he gave her to wear on their ‘first’ date at the back of her closet.

“They are? Well, you know that’s a deal breaker for me, Santiago—we can’t go. Date cancelled.”

Stay, Stay, Stay by startoftime

The four times Jake and Amy shared a bed, and the one time Jake tells her it’s something more.

Cops and Robbers by disastersaurus

It’s a damn good arrest, Amy thinks, and the captain’s going to be so proud of her. The only thing that could be better is if the guy would just shut up.

If You Like Piña Colada by pyrodynamo

So a while back, Jake maybe writes a list. On the top, underlined twice, he’d scribbled, things that I maybe kind of are okay about Amy Santiago. It quickly deteriorated into a list that sounded like the worst I think I like-like her novel ever written.

Just a regular everyday normal couple by DanicaGentozzi

Jake and Amy struggling with the everyday little things that every couple, at one time or another, have to go through in a relationship.

The Bet by myrifique

Peralta and Santiago set a date for the end of the bet.

Interaction series by YankeesGirl28

Five times Amy wants to talk to her partner after he leaves and the one time she does.

Or five times Jake wants his partner to say something and the one time she does.

the most important meal of the day by disastersaurus

Jake + 10 Breakfasts.

What If We Love Like Fools by LaurytheLatrator

Weddings were one of the only occasions where adults got dressed to the nines and slow danced. And Amy was here, sitting at her table, sipping her champagne and poking at the bizarre unpronounceable meat on her plate. She felt so pathetic.

god only knows what i’d be without you by satellites (brella)

Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, and rear view mirrors. (Or: five times Jake and Amy drove each other somewhere.)

I Know My Coffee’s Cold by TheBoyWhoStoppedTheApocalypse

“I don’t want to bother you,” he waved a hand. “Well, you already bothered me by walking up to me,” she looked up at him. “Tooshy.” “It’s touché,” she corrected.

High Crimes and Misdemeanors by Kasuchi

“I got cold,” he said, one shoulder (the one not pressed against the doorjamb) shrugging, like the sentence was the most natural thing in the world, like he woke up on her couch in a t-shirt and boxers with his entire body wrapped around hers on the regular and it was no big deal.

he sings the songs that remind him by Kasuchi

Rosa stands. “Talking’s for wusses. We’re going drinking.” Teddy and Amy break up, so naturally everyone goes to the bar together.

feet are where i landed by 40millionyears

“says the woman who’s been engaged eight times.” this has always been her downfall: distracted by something sparkly, she’ll agree to pretty much anything.

Good Morning by Gabby

Or Amy wakes up the morning after an unexpected night, internally freaks out, and then lets her mind wander.

The Unbearable Lightness Of Being A Cop by amathela (Zhailei)

Starring Detective Theodore Bear, New York’s Finest (and cuddliest).

and the world spins madly on by 40millionyears

post 1x22. something bad goes down (or, jake dies and amy’s left to deal and the author is terribly sorry)

Black Lace & Handcuffs (Or Doing It Santiago Style) by Gabby

Amy divulges secret fantasies to her surprised, delighted boyfriend - and learns the art of being uninhibited, Santiago-style.

if only for tonight by Bookie

“I wasn’t smoking,” she says frantically, and Jake is overwhelmed at how adorable she is.

too long on the borderline by mrs_nerimon

They haven’t seen each other for nearly five months, he’s supposed to be working undercover, and she’s got soy sauce spilled on her shirt.

Red Fish, Blue Fish by Kasuchi

Jake beamed back at her, thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of her leg. “No, see, you’re slipping, Santiago. I’ve been on the force for twelve years. I’ve been around lots of cops, and you’re definitely one of the best.”

i look into your eyes, falling by uppercasemad

Navigating domesticity and the surprises it offers.

Act/React by Kasuchi

Later, they don’t talk about it, but for weeks Jake is startled awake from dreams of cafe-con-leche skin and a hot, insistent mouth on his. Jake likes making Amy laugh.

I’m In Heaven by Gabby

Or the time Jake learns he should really know better than to sneak around to spy on the object of his affection when he’s not supposed to.

you should be standing right next to me (instead of two feet in front of me) by sadesmae

He rents a boat. Like an actual fishing boat… because one time she mentioned that she’s never been and that she always kind of wanted to go.

it’s better to feel pain than nothing at all by cresselia

He’ll always be second best when she’s sober.

Until We Make This Right (I Won’t Say Goodnight) by YankeesGirl28

It’s not like you expected her to break up with him or anything. // Eventual Jake/Amy

prime (and otherwise) by rollingplains

In which they discuss an alternate universe while in this one, to pass the time.

Whiskey and pancakes by ferggirl

Happy hour hasn’t been this happy in god knows how long. Boyle is beside himself — Sarge has actually had to pick him up off the floor twice. Rosa’s been spotted smiling by no fewer than seven people.

And Amy Santiago is getting rip-roaring drunk.

The Many Times Jake is a Moron and the Few Times he Isn’t by everhtorne

“I bet you never thought this would happen,” Jake speculates, his voice faintly hopeful as if he’s trying to cheer Amy up. “You and me in a dark room together.”

Five Times Jake Makes Terrible Choices, and One Time Amy Does by Crowsfan

Jake never expected his terrible, terrible ideas to work out for him.

Primary and Secondary by Kasuchi

He pulled his hand away from his face and casually placed it on her thigh. She felt it, warm and heavy, through her jeans. Five times they don’t talk about what happened, and one time they do. (Sequel to Red Fish, Blue Fish.)

rest your bones by lilypupu

Drabbles for the Domesticity Meme. Part 2: Food, nicknames, and a lot of profanity (not that Jake understands any of it).

Hands by Diaphenia

“If we’re going undercover, you’re going to have to be quicker on your feet,” Jake said, insufferably smug.

Amy huffed. “Well, this is why I wanted to go over everything with you. Preparation is the soul of… preparedness.”

  • would teach an art class, tbh
  • specifically drawing and painting
  • kind of ironic bc…….he’s literal art
  • students (esp girls) always staring in admiration because he looks like an angel
  • is always wearing an apron and his long his hair is tied back in a ponytail
  • sometimes has a paint smear across his face or his fingers are covered in black chalk dust
  • plays gentle instrumental music for his kids to listen to while they paint their little hearts out
  • yes its a pretty quiet class
  • and like it’s a little hard to hear him when he teaches so he always finds himself scrambling around to help students who weren’t quite clear on what he said
  • but a lot of art-loving kids look up to him because jeonghan’s paintings are so beautiful and the meaning is so deep, it’s like……whoooa mr.yoon…
  • although he is lowkey meaningful and soft, jeonghan is actually v cool and likes to joke around with his kids
  • calls certain kids nicknames like “my leader” “my helper” “my A+ kid” lol its not that he has faves though, he calls all his students “my babies”
  • so anyway, you’re also an art teacher but you were going to teach sketching and sculpting
  • and the first time you met jeonghan you both were like “whoooa…” bc you both look like art
  • so anyway you both always find yourselves planning lessons and eating lunch together bc the art classrooms are literally connected (you open the closet and heyyyy there’s the other class)
  • for jeonghan this is a pretty big deal because he’s quite shy like his only friends are teacher!joshua, teacher!wonwoo and teacher!cheol
  • also: jeonghan had no idea how he even started liking you???
  • all he knew was that you were v friendly towards him and very gentle + caring and suddenly he found himself secretly writing your name in paint and then covering it before anyone can see ;;
  • but he tries so hard to hide it by being playful towards you and making jokes but if only you kneeewwww
  • and little did jeonghan know…..you liked him too and you had no clue how
  • one day, during your free period, you were done planning your lessons and you were bored so you just started randomly sketching faces in your sketchbook
  • by the time the bell rang, you were done but you immediately began blushing when you realized you hAD JUST DRAWN YOON JEONGHAN ON ACCIDENT-
  • but there’s no time to put it away bc you hear your kids coming in and a few of them are coming up to you so you can sign off on their field trip forms and by the time you’re finished, the late bell rang and you hurry to start your class
  • and you had kinda forgot about the sketch throughout the day until lunchtime came
  • cue jeonghan coming through the closet and saying hi to you, sitting next to your desk where he always sat with you
  • and you’re like “hi jeonghan!” and thats when you remembered: oh no, the drawing aasghkllvvbkl
  • right as you’re rushing to the table as casually as possible, jeonghan sees your sketch and he’s all “wow this is really good-” but then stops when he realizes……….it’s him
  • jeonghan: “uh….is this me?”
  • you: asddfgh “um………y-yes?”
  • and it’s so awkward and silent as jeonghan is staring at the drawing
  • for a moment, you think he’s going to get up and leave or just go back to his lunch but nope. you know what he does?
  • he looks at you, smiles and goes “well this is amazing but you missed all my freckles. should i stay still so you can finish this?”
  • and you’re like …………. ah ok and you spend the rest of lunch internally confused while you sketched in more jeonghan details
  • when you finish it, jeonghan asks if he can keep it and you let him, still confused as to why he didn’t ask any questions and you puzzle over this even as you drive back home
  • so fast forward to you arriving at school the next morning
  • its friday and you’re just so spent, you’re relieved that it’s the weekend
  • and you get inside and turn the lights on and walk over to your desk, only to find a lovely surprise
  • sitting on your desk was a painting of you. different strokes of beautiful and bright colors made your face up but you could tell it was you
  • and youre like surprised and flattered but at the same time, you knew how much time these paintings took and it made you wonder…….did jeonghan like you too?
  • then with the painting, there was a small yellow post-it note with jeonghan’s familiar scribble
  • “a favor for a favor, yeah? (: don’t worry…..i feel the exact same way. hehe”
  • and now you’re totally like oH MY GAAAAD and you can’t help but do this little giddy dance in the middle of your classroom like you were one of your teenaged students
  • then you hear the closet door open and you stop but your heart races when you see that it’s jeonghan, looking angelic as usual
  • “o-oh! hey y/n" jeonghan says with a shy smile “um….”
  • you: “uh…thank….thank you for this painting. its beautiful”
  • jeonghan: *shrugs* no problem. your sketch was just as nice. *awkward silence*
  • you: so……your note…..what did you mean you felt the exact same way?
  • jeonghan: ffxjmllkvv “ah! ummmm, nothing! i wrote that at like midnight hahaha um i dont know-”
  • you: “i like you, jeonghan.”
  • this stops jeonghan from rambling any further and in a quiet voice, he goes “really?” and you nod with a shy smile
  • and jeonghan just smiles back and he’s like “i like you too, y/n”
  • before the bell rings to start school, jeonghan gets the courage to ask you out on a lunch date this weekend and you happily agree and thus, this relationship begins
  • lots of paint fights tbh insinuated by jeonghan ofc
  • and jeonghan whining when you get chalk in his hair
  • you know what?? just whiny jeonghan in general tbh ;;
  • jeonghan always feeding you some of his lunch ahhhh cute asf
  • having extra ties in your drawer for jeonghan to tie his hair up before class
  • jeonghan sleeping over at your apartment on sunday night and you having to practically drag him bc he’s so lazy and all he wants to do is cuddle with you
  • you: “jeonghan! we have kids to teach! lets go!”
  • jeonghan: *groans and rolls over* they can wait 
  • also gets lowkey pouty when you don’t want to use him as your muse lol
  • ugh someone help i need a teacher!jeonghan b y e e e
Family Reunion-Part 1

Hey guys xx I know last week I promised a story coming soon. Sadly I haven’t quite finished the story so instead of waiting forever, I’ve decided to do it in parts. Probably a 2-3 parter. I’ve been completely swamped with my chem lab and art assignments. But, here is the first part to my new story. 

Summary in case y’all didn’t see my last post;

Riley has a family reunion and she accidentally tells her cousins she has boyfriend, although it’s a complete lie. Instead of coming clean, she ask Farkle to pretend to be her boyfriend for the weekend. Will he agree? 

Obviously Riarkle.


Riley’s POV:

I’m totally screwed. So, earlier today I was talking to a few of my cousins, since we’re seeing each other on Saturday for our annual family reunion. They were all talking about their boyfriends and girlfriends. I felt so pressured, I accidentally let it slip that I had a boyfriend as well. Now they want to meet him. What to do. What to do. 

As I was pacing around my room, hoping the answer would magically appear out of thin air, Maya climbed through the window. I’ve been waiting FOREVER for her to show up. 

I sat down next to her at the bay window. “Maya, I did something bad and I can’t take it back.” I rant to her. “Oh honey, what did you do?” she asks.

I filled her in on my current situation, hoping Maya could save the day, “Well Riles, you’ve gotten yourself into quite some pickle.” she started, but honestly just ask Farkle He wouldn’t mind, and he’s the only one in our group not dating anybody.” she shrugged.

I contemplated my options, face complete embarrassment in front of my family, or ask Farkle a simple favour. The latter seemed like the better option. 

“Oh Maya, what would I do without you?”


“You want me to lie to your family about our relationship status?” Farkle questions unwarily, after I told him about my situation. I should’ve known better, he hates me lying.

“Fine if you won’t do it, maybe I’ll ask someone else. Do you think Charlie would be up for it?” I ask him, knowing he would never let me go out with Charlie again. 

“No, Riley. No. I’ll do it. Just promise me that this is just one time.” I instantly nod. “Oh my god, yes Farkle. Thank you, you’re the best. I totally owe you one.” 

“Yeah. I’ll think of something. Riles, I love you, you know I’d do anything for you.”


We left for Washington at about 8am, since we had to check into our hotel around noon. Farkle slept over the night before in the event we were late. Our parents were all for bringing Farkle along. 

We arrived to Renaissance Washington D.C Hotel about half past noon. We had booked 2 rooms, one for my parents and Auggie to share and one for Farkle and I to share. They are okay with Farkle and I sharing, since they trust him which is perfect.

As I opened the room I instantly collapsed onto the bed. I am so tired sitting in the car for 4 hours. Farkle came in right afterwards, placing all our bags by the end of the bed. I suddenly felt a huge amount of weight on my body. Farkle.

“Farkle, you’re not 5, you’re 17. And I thought I was the childish one.” I laugh, shoving him onto the other side of the bed. I hadn’t even taken a look around the room and I realized there was only one bed. It’s not a problem to be completely honest, sharing a bed with Farkle isn’t old news.

I got up to hang my dress, so that it won’t need to be ironed later. “What time should we start getting ready?” Farkle asked.

“Well the party starts at 6. I’m going to start getting ready at 4, but it’s up to you. I just take forever to get ready. We should be ready by 5:15. The place is about half hour from here.”

“Okay,” Farkle gets up from the bed, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door, “let’s go get something to eat.” I quickly grabbed my purse before the door closed.


It was about 5 o’clock and I was almost ready. I’m wearing a navy blue dress that reached to my knees and fell down to my ankles in the back. Which I paired along with black 2 inch heels. I was running around the hotel room looking for my purse.

Farkle walked out of the bathroom, clearing his throat. “You forget something?” he says holding my purse. Stunned at first, his appearance blew me away. He was dressed in a nice suit, nothing too formal and nothing too casual. It was just. Perfect. I nodded anxiously, “Thanks Farkle. And you look really nice.” planting a kiss on his cheek. My heels don’t quite make me as tall as him but almost.

“Thanks Riles. You look beautiful, like always.” I smiled at him and packed my purse with the necessary necessities.

“Ready to go? They’re waiting in the lobby.” He nods grabbing my hand and his wallet, before leaving the room.

“Are you ready for tonight?” I inquire knowing how we both feel about lying to my family, as we enter the elevator.

“Well, of course. We went over everything during lunch. I don’t think it’ll be too hard. It’s just one night. And we know everything about each other, so no questions would be asked that we don’t know. What about you?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. And you’re right, there should be nothing to worry about.” still feeling anxious about tonight.

Farkle noticed how uneasy I was feeling and pulled me into a hug. “Thanks Farkle. What would I do without you?” hiding my smile. His hugs give me so much comfort. I love it. “Well, you would be in quite a pickle without me.” We both started laughing and pulled apart at the ding of the elevator, signalling for our floor.

We walked out seeing my parents and Auggie, sitting in the lounge. “Ready for tonight? Farkle’s finally going to meet the Lawrence-Matthews Clan.” mom says excitedly.

“Good Luck.” my dad adds on. “Well sir, if being around you guys has taught me anything, then no one will ever be ready for an entire hall of you guys.” Farkle replies, everyone bursting into laughter.

“It’s good to know that I’ve taught you well.”


When we arrived to the party, most of my cousins were already there. But most of the family hasn’t arrived. The hall is nicely decorated, giving props to my eldest cousin, Lillian, who organized it this year.

I hadn’t let go of Farkle’s hand, him understanding that I was just as nervous as he was. My cousin, Grace, who is the same age as us approached us with her boyfriend trailing behind her.

“RILEY! Oh my god it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Who’s this? Oh I forgot to introduce you to my boyfriend, this is Jackson. Jackson, this is my cousin Riley that I tell you about like all the time.” Grace has the tendency to ramble.

“It’s good to see you Grace. This is Farkle, my boyfriend. And it’s very nice to meet you Jackson, treat her well.” I laugh, as his reaction instantly turns into concern.

“Don’t worry I will, and it’s nice to meet the both of you.” Jackson shakes both of our hands.

“Farkle, it’s so nice to meet you. How long have you known each other? How long have you guys been dating? How di-“ Grace was interrupted by Jackson. “G, slow it down. You’re talking the poor boy’s ear off”

She huffs, “It’s nice to meet you guys as well. And to answer your questions, Riley and I met 10 years ago. I ‘saved’ her life twice. And we’ve been dating for about a year now.” Farkle answering all of Grace’s questions.

“Hey,” I nudged him “don’t say it like that. You did save my life. If you weren’t there I would’ve drowned.” I protest. “Darling, you just had to lift your head.” he chuckles.

“Anyways, Grace how have you been? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” we started a conversation with the four of us. Until more family arrived and I had to introduce Farkle to all of them.

All of my family seemed to really like Farkle, which I’m extremely glad. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what I would do if my family didn’t like him. He’s my best friend. And if they couldn’t accept him then that’s their problem. Farkle is too important to me to let go, even for my family. I love them and all but he comes pretty high up on my list as well. They seemed to believe that Farkle and I were dating, which kind of surprised me since we don’t even try half the time to make it obvious.

“How are you enjoying the party so far? Nerves coming down?” my thoughts interrupted by Farkle’s voice, ringing through my ears. I turned towards him, “yeah, I was just thinking how glad I am that they like you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if they didn’t. You’re too important to me to lose.” I tell him truthfully.

“Riles, you know you can never lose me. I’m here for you. Always.” he replies getting out of his seat to the washroom, planting a kiss on my cheek.

Always. He will always be there. He’s there for me whenever I need him. When I’m happy or sad. Even when Maya doesn’t see it he does. He’s so sweet, and smart and kind and jus-oh my god. I think I like Farkle. Oh. My. God. I have to call Maya.

I excused myself from the table. Heading towards the lobby and pressing Maya’s contact. “Come on. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” I suddenly heard Maya’s voice come in through the other line. “Hey Honey, how’s the party?”

“I like Farkle.” I blurted out. My jaw literally dropping not expecting it to come out in that way. “Oh my god. I knew it. I’ve been telling Lucas for like months th-“

“Wait. Back the train up just a bit. What do you mean you knew? You told Lucas??” I questioned her in complete shock. There is no way she knew that I liked him before I did.

“Well Honey, anyone could see it from a mile away and he likes you right back. You guys just haven’t noticed. But the rest of us have.” What did she mean by this, “The two of you aren’t subtle. I mean like. He’s always there for you and seeing things I don’t even see. You two like always sit next to each other in anything.” Do we actually? “And you guys are almost as close as the two of us. Note that I said almost. But other than that, the two of you are perfect for each other. Riles, don’t be scared about this. Trust me. He loves you right back.” He loves me? It took me a while to comprehend what Maya was telling me. But she’s right I’ve been friends with Farkle for far too long to just push this all aside. It won’t hurt our friendship. I believe in it.

“Riles, you still there?” I heard Maya’s voice through the phone. “Of course Peaches. And I have to say you’re right. I shouldn’t be scared. Even if he does love me in that way. There’s nothing that could ruin this friendship. He’d do anything for me. Thanks Maya. You always know what to say. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.” I replied, smiling. “Love you too Riles and keep me updated.” She said as she hung up.

I walked back into the banquet hall, almost bumping into Farkle for that fact. “Riley I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Seriously hoping I’ll have more up by next week. I’ll try my best I promise. And I’ll try to post more. School’s just been a pain. I hope y’all enjoyed. 

Happy Halloween!! I hope y’all enjoy, and eat as much candy as you can!! 

Stay tuned lads. 


Remember, stop wishing and start trying.

With much love, 


miraculous fic recs

i had an entire page devoted to fic recs on my old blog (rip) so i’ve started rebuilding my rec list. and since it’s fanfiction writer appreciation day, what better day to post than today!! there’s probably like 30 more fics on my rec list right now but i didn’t want to make this post too long so those’ll be posted at a later date.

(i did my best to find as many authors here on tumblr that i could, but sorry if i missed your blog) 

a trail of breadcrumbs by matchaball ( @matchaball​ )

The smell, now familiar and woven through with fond experiences, shoots through Adrien like a lightning bolt. One inhale unearths the memory of chocolate chip dots and smudged icing sugar, of melted chocolate and the weight of flour, of cinnamon and air kisses. They wash up in the shore of his mind, all a jumble and yet uniquely distinct, as vivid and tactile as the originals.
It’s not the place, he realizes, but the people. The smells, the warmth, the laughter. The fact that they pat at the empty spot as if he’d always been there. As if they’d always been waiting for him.

all of matchaball’s fics are incredible (and will definitely be showing up on future lists) but this one holds a special place for me because the imagery is incredible? i honestly finished each chapter starving and wanting the food from the chapter. not to mention that i just love how all the characters are written and it’s just such a sweet fic

cat nip for the soul by cinnamonbookworm and perce ( @adastrabella and @raikou )

In Which: Alya has too many asks, Nathalie needs a break, numerous cats climb up Marinette’s balcony, Nino is So Tired, and everyone gets too obsessed with Kim’s Ladynoir fanfic.
Featuring fun chapters like New Day New Akuma New Thread On The Ladyblog New Alya Screaming Into Eternity, F Is For Friends Who Fall To Their Death, Yummitastic, and, everyone’s favorite, The Heartochondria Is The Powerhouse of the Cat.

honestly, this is the only crack you will ever need. it’s taken in such a serious way that makes it a million times better and is so funny i laughed the entire time. seriously, it will make your entire night. you didn’t know you needed this fic before now

cheshire cats and elephant bees by cinnamonbookworm ( @adastrabella​ )

Chat Noir first shows up at her house about two days into summer.
Or: Old friends reconnect. People break and come back together. There’s a fox in the city.

ok yes there are 3 fics on the list by sim but this is one of my favorites. her chloé is just incredible and if you don’t like the idea of a chloé redemption arc you will absolutely change your mind after reading this. the writing is gorgeous and all of the dynamics are fantastic

holes in a body full of stars by cinnamonbookworm ( @adastrabella​ )

There are a lot of fairytales Adrien knows, but too little of them involve the magic of a rooftop and the way it feels to kiss someone and find yourself under a snow globe of stars.
Or: 5 Times Adrien Spends the Night On His Roof
adrien with stars. not only is the writing incredible and breathtaking, but this fic cemented adrien on rooftops and adrien loving the stars in my mind. i could read it a million times and never get tired of it

etoiles by chassecroise ( @chassecroise​ )

Life as a professional dancer at the Paris Opera Ballet isn’t easy, especially when you’re falling in love with your extremely attractive co-worker and you live a double life as a superhero, dancing to save the people of Paris from the illusions of the maestro of emotions, Hawk Moth. (It’s a magical ballet AU!)

all of priya’s fics are so well written, and etoiles has such a magical and mysterical aura to it that i love. and especially long chapters means i get to enjoy it for a long time. the writing is fantastic and the plot is so cool and intricate that i could read it so many times and still be totally entranced  

keep it in your plants by reyxa ( @reyxa​ )

All she could see was petals and concrete. All she could feel was a dull ache in her hip and a sharp pain in her knees. Nice going, Marinette.
“Oh god, are you okay?” A hand grasped her arm, a sweet male voice washed over her, seemingly relieving the pain she felt.The person helped her from the ground, supporting her weight completely.
Marinette blushed, her eyes locked on the mess of flowers and her art supplies blocking the sidewalk. “Oh no, I’m going to be late.”
The person laughed, finally drawing her eyes. Marinette nearly choked as her eyes locked on the loveliest color of green she had ever seen. Blond, perfectly styled hair fell into his eyes, his lips were curved into the most perfect and warm smile she had ever seen. She suddenly forgot the reason she was rushing.
“No worries,” he was saying. “I’ll help you.”

flowershop au + cats = everything i’ve ever wanted in life. almost unbearably cute with high quality flower symbolism. not gonna lie, i reread it when i need a pick me up and it almost always does the trick

paws fur coffee by zaphirite ( @crispypata )

He was so sure that Ladybug would already push him off a rooftop if she knew his civilian identity worked at a café called “Paws Fur Coffee” of all names (the owner is a dog person, but he’ll take it), but his flub on the chalkboard menu just topped it all off.
His neat handwriting read back to him: “Chai Noir”.
(In which Adrien Agreste has some really cool ideas about the special drink of the week and gets to know a regular customer.)

so many incredible puns in such an incredible fic. i kept it open on my school ipad for the last two months or school, and read little bits when i got the chance. i was blown away when i was actually able to read the entire thing in one go. super sweet with the right amout of puns and feels

post-it notes by humanagain ( @zoenightstars )

Marinette is still freaking out.
She sits on a bench in the locker room, staring at the crumpled post-it in her hand. The small, neat cursive has become slightly smudged, but she can clearly still make out the words you’re beautiful.
She jerks to attention at a tap on her shoulder, and she looks up to meet brilliant green eyes. “What do you have there, Marinette?” Adrien asks, a hint of a blush creeping up his face.
Marinette giggles uncomfortably and balls the post it up in her hand.
“Oh, nothing.”

maya is such a good writer. so actually go read everything she’s ever written and then come back here. i have a super weak spot for fics with post-its as a plot point (which maya knows) so that plus adrienette plus maya’s writing is basically a dream. it’s just so much fluff and i’m so glad that she wrote more of it and basically if you aren’t reading this you’re wrong

secret santa by thelastpilot ( @thelastpilot )

Adrien and Marinette get each others name in their class secret santa and the gifts have to be perfect.

this fic gets a special shout out because it was my very first ml fic. it was what pulled me head first into the fandom only four episodes in and kept me reading until 2 am to catch up. it had me stalking pilot’s blog for updates and hurriedly reading chapter seven while waiting for my friends to buy movie tickets and standing in line for popcorn. i can’t even remember what movie we were seeing, i just remember reloading tumblr and seeing chapter seven had been posted and trying not to scream. as the fic that made me think ‘i want to write for this fandom’, it has a special place in my heart. it’s incredibly cute and made me smile at my phone and giggle in public. and what else can you ask for other than some friendship and family christmas goodness? even in august

tandem by bullysquadess ( @bullysquadess​ )

Two students get carried away in a friendly game of dodge ball…. and two other students get very suspicious. Its a double reveal fic!

this was one of my first ml fics and honestly it still remains to be one of my favorite reveals ever. i think it’s why i love gym class/physical activity reveals so much. anyway it’s great and i’ve read it like 10 times

the two of us by aniabielvriskamars ( @anabielvriskamars​ )

Marinette watched Adrien with poorly concealed desperation.
She couldn’t pay for college, or an apartment, or even her meals. Not like this.
All she wanted was his advice, little good though it will make.
Adrien held her gaze.
“What if I marry you?”

i love fake dating aus i love fake marriage even more? even though it’s not really fake marriage it’s ACTUAL MARRIAGE and i get so excited when this fic updates. 10/10 would always recommend 

why superheroes need their sleep by miaghost

Sleepiness is becoming a regular thing in the civilian lives of Paris’s heroes. They’ve been a team for over a year, and are close. Marinette’s opinion of Cat is changing and her heart is swaying, but how will she feel when he starts to back off LadyBug and Adrien seems to take an interest in Marinette? And all because she didn’t get enough sleep… (AccidentalReveal!) LadyNoir/Adrinette

i’m such a huge fan of accidental reveals tbh and this fic has such good fallout of the reveal. i read all that’s been posted in one sitting and enjoyed it so much and someone really needs to let these kids sleep some more

remember to leave authors kudos and comments and lots of love, they’re all so incredible <3

The Cries of a Demon (A Welcome to Hell Fanfic: Part One)

Hello there~ I haven’t been too active on here lately, so I apologize! Though I have been busy, I recently got very attached to a short film made by an amazingly talented woman named Erica Wester :) (You can find her tumblr at real-faker.tumblr.com) The film is called, “Welcome to Hell” <3 It’s absolutely amazing and if you haven’t seen it you should defiantly check it out! She also has the comic on Deviant Art that you should check out as well as her other amazing art, under “real-faker” once again. The official Welcome to Hell tumblr run by miss Erica can be found at welcometohellfilm.tumblr.com  :D

Above, I have some amazing fanart of Sock, The main character of WTH :) This art was done by one of my best friends >w< You can find her on tumblr at marshmallowliquidart.tumblr.com <3 Her style is absolutely adorable so please check her out ;3 The picture she created above is for a fanfic that I decided to write for her as an early birthday present <3 She enjoyed it, and gave me beautiful compliments :’) So she convinced me to show you amazing people online! I haven’t posted any writing on tumblr before owo;; So I Apologize in advanced if I do it wrong or if there are any errors! It was sort of a random thing in the middle of the night but I believe it turned out well! Please check it out <3 Thank you!

(Note: The fanfic written below was written by me! However Welcome to hell belongs to Erica! I do not in anyway claim ownership over any of the characters in this fic. Please do not re-post this fic or the art shown! As a warning, I will say this is considered to be an “angst” filled fic with possible emotional distress for fans. This fic also is centered around “Sockathan”, or, a romantic relationship involving the too male main characters called Sock and Jonathan.  Proceed with caution and avoid reading if you have homophobic ideals. Thank you and enjoy! <3)

Part One: You’re here <3

Part Two: Here <3

Part Three: Here <3

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Sherlollipops 100: Don’t Mess With The Mouse

This is dedicated to all my wonderful followers, to everyone who reblogs my stuff and reviews my stories and begs me for more. To everyone who’s ever hit a kudos button on AO3, a follow button on ff.net, a like button here on tumblr. Thank you everyone for making the sherlolly fandom so much fun to inhabit! Thank you everyone, I hope you continue to enjoy my silly scribblings as long as the sherlolly fandom lasts!

This is very loosely based on this tumblr post made about the fork stabbing scene from TSoT. You remember it, right? Tom mutters that he thinks Sherlock’s pissed and Molly stabs him in the hand with a plastic fork and then…this just happened. On ff.net here and AO3 here.

He’d done everything right, just the way Jim would have wanted him to. He had; no one could fault him. No one had caught on, not even the great Sherlock Holmes after he’d made his dramatic return from the dead.

So how had things gone so completely to shit?

He asked Jim that very question, not caring if the idiots around him – the police, John Watson, Sherlock BLOODY Holmes – were staring at him as if he were crazy. He wasn’t crazy; he knew Jim was dead. It just helped, talking to him as if he were still alive.

Especially after a day like today.

Six Months Earlier


“Still not a sociopath.”

“That’s good.”

“And we’re having quite a lot of sex!”

Sherlock blinked. Several times, while Molly chuckled internally. She loved tweaking him a bit now and then. Just to remind him that she wasn’t the stammering little lab mouse who used to worship the ground he walked on. Oh, she still loved him, there was no getting around that, but she’d convinced herself that it was a sort of generalized love rather than a romantic one. After all, she was engaged now – and yes, having quite a lot of sex with Tom Morgan. Maybe it wasn’t the best sex she’d ever had (that honor belonged to the late, unlamented Jim Moriarty who’d been positively inspired the one night they spent together before he strolled off to blow up a bunch of innocent people and nearly kill John and Sherlock), but it was good enough. Adequate.

More than she’d ever get from a certain consulting detective, whom she was convinced was either asexual or possibly an alien who hadn’t quite mastered the art of being human.

The jury was out on which one was more likely to be true, but either way, they were friends now. And she was engaged, so very, very engaged to a nice, rather dull insurance claims adjuster. With a dog and parents with whom they dined every Sunday, and friends who talked about nothing but insurance or football, who drank the same pints every Saturday evening and never seemed to want to hear about her work.

She sighed as Sherlock left (in a swish of dramatic coattails and collar flipping, as usual) and realized two things: she was never actually going to go through with marrying Tom, and she was utterly fooling herself as to her feelings for one William Sherlock Scott Holmes.

She took care of the inconvenient fiancé on the car ride home from John and Mary’s wedding, and resolved to just live with the fact that she’d never ever be able to fall out of love with a man she could never have. She’d tried the expected thing, and look how that had worked out: poorly. Her mother would be disappointed in her for settling, and so would her father, God rest their souls. “No more settling, Molly Anne Hooper,” she scolded herself. Never again.

The Day After The Wedding

Sebastian Thomas Moran (aka ‘Tom Morgan’) was pacing, back and forth, back and forth, scowling down at the nondescript headstone that marked Jim Moriarty’s final resting place. “This is all your fault,” he said accusingly. “Your last words to me were to stick to Molly Hooper, remember? Keep her close, be patient, be clever, and eventually he’d come back. So I did exactly what you told me; I kept her close, I was patient…and she stabbed me in the hand with a fork! In the hand! With a fork! Christ, what kind of a crazy woman is she? Who does that?”

He received no answer, of course, but it didn’t stop him from continuing his agitated rant. “At least it was a plastic fork. She’s a bit of a klutz, you weren’t wrong about that, Jimmy boy. Dropped her salad fork and didn’t want to bother the catering staff, so she just pulls a plastic fork out of her handbag nice as you please! As if everyone carries plastic cutlery with them! Said she had it on hand from her last takeaway, when I asked her. Didn’t apologize, though,” he added with a glower, unconsciously rubbing his hand. It hadn’t actually hurt, or not very much, but he’d let out a startled “Ouch!” when she did it, shocked that his sweet little fiancée (fake fiancée, since he never planned to actually marry her) could be so…vicious. It was the first inkling he’d had as to what Jim had possibly seen in her, and how Sherlock bloody Holmes could consider her a friend or at least an ally.

Now she’d gone and dumped him – him! When he was the one who was supposed to dump her! He’d had it all planned out: he would leave her at the altar, claiming that it was because she was still in love with Sherlock Holmes, and she would be distraught and go to that wanker for comfort, and he was going to shoot them both dead. Why did people always have to mess up such perfectly good plans? Sherlock had messed up Jimmy’s plan and now Molly had messed up his plan and he was going to have to figure out a Plan B. Because Plan A had actually been Jimmy’s plan as well, since planning wasn’t exactly Sebastian’s strong suit.

Sulking, he stalked off, wrapped in the stupid coat he’d deliberately picked because it was so close to the one Sherlock swanned about in. At least it was warm.


“Who is he talking to?” Molly asked quietly, while Sherlock hovered over her, examining her closely for any injuries aside from her bruised wrist (where Moran had grabbed her and attempted to drag her out of the path lab) and the still-bleeding scratch on her forehead (from where she’d accidentally cut herself after slicing Moran’s hand deep enough to show bone).

He shrugged, uninterested in the ravings of a lunatic, far more interested in helping Molly to her feet and getting her safely back to her flat. The scalpel she’d used was bagged up as evidence, John was trying to get her to stand still long enough for him to clean and cover her (admittedly very minor) wound, Mary had discreetly tucked her very illegal handgun away when the police appeared, the paramedics were trying to calm Moran down enough to take care of his bleeding hand, Molly had given her statement, and it was time for this extremely stressful day to just be over with.

Moran was still ranting to no one, even as the police read him his rights and cuffed him (now that the paramedics were done bandaging him). “She stabbed me again, Jim! With a bleedin’ scalpel this time! What kind of crazy woman did you set me up with, huh? First a fork and now a scalpel? You said she’d be easy to deal with!” His voice got a bit higher, mimicking rather eerily Jim Moriarty’s lilting Irish tones. “‘Romance the morgue mouse, you said. She’ll be easy to handle, you said. Well she bloody well wasn’t easy to handle, Jimmy! This is all your fault, and do you know why? Because you have the weirdest taste in women!” That last was practically shouted, and all eyes swiveled to Molly to see how she’d take it.

Without changing expression, she brushed John’s hand away from her (hastily bandaged) forehead, stood up, marched over to her fake ex-fiancé…and punched him in the mouth. Hard.

“Oi, none of that!” Lestrade said, but with a noticeable lack of outrage. “Don’t want to give his lawyer any excuses to get him freed on a technicality, after all.”

“Don’t talk about Molly that way,” Sherlock ordered Moran as he swiftly moved to stand by her side. He barely seemed to realize he’d slung an arm around her and was holding her close to his body. “She’s worth ten of you, and at least five of Dear Jim,” he added with a sneer.

“To put it in words of one syllable,” Molly put in sweetly, “Don’t mess with the mouse. Especially a mouse who’s being watched over by the British government and has recorded every second of your attack on me. Right, Mycroft?” she said loudly, glancing up at the CCTV cameras occupying the four corners where the walls met the ceilings.

Right on cue, all four cameras waggled up and down as if nodding ‘yes’, and Molly gave a cheeky salute before turning her attention back to Sherlock. Who was staring at her very admiringly. “So,” she said nonchalantly as she reached up to toy with the collar of his Belstaff, “now that that’s sorted, would you like to take me to dinner? Or out for coffee? I could murder a cuppa right about now. Or some chips. Or both.”

“That place on Marleybone I told you about makes a decent cup of coffee,” Sherlock replied eagerly. “You know the one, where I helped the owner…”

“And now he gives you extra portions,” she interrupted him with a grin. “Sounds perfect!” Then she tiptoed up, pulled his head down, and kissed him. Hard. Tongue and everything. To hell with what anyone thought; if she never kissed him again, she wanted to at least have done it once, when she could use the excuse of adrenaline if pressed.

Luckily for her, that wouldn’t appear to be a problem, since Sherlock was kissing her back just as enthusiastically. Tongue and everything.

“Bloody hell!” The broke their embrace, both looking over at Moran…but he wasn’t the one who’d spoken, it was John. Who was shaking his head and mumbling something about how he should have seen it coming, while Mary whispered soothingly into his ear…but gave the pair of them a saucy wink and a knowing grin when her husband slapped his hand over his eyes and sighed.

Lestrade cleared his throat, but was grinning as he said, “Right, then, Sherlock, maybe you’d better take Molly home, I’m sure she could use some quality bedrest after the day she’s had.”

“And some quality shagging as well, after months of nothing but ‘Mr. Adequate’ here,” Sherlock added nonchalantly. John sputtered and Moran shouted obscenities as he was wrestled out of the lab, but the consulting detective and the specialty registrar only had eyes – and ears – for each other as they hurried off to the nearest supply cupboard.

After all, why wait till they got to Baker Street to find out if Sherlock was as good as he’d just bragged he was?

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're a person who takes head canons but I love how in the stuff you post and reblog that Shitty is this huge wildcard. Everyone doesn't understand something? Shitty is there intently interacting with whatever it is.

yeah man shitty is a Huge Wildcard to me like i just???? i don’t really???? like. here is what I know about Shitty:

  • loved and appreciated jack zimmermann instinctively when jack was a awkward lonely freshman. for this reason alone he is in my good books forever.
  • extremely annoying and talks too loud and too much but has a very good heart underneath it all.
    • but seriously, shut up for like fourteen seconds???? please???
  • honestly not the best at hockey but having a good time anyway. (we should all aspire to enjoy things in as uncomplicated a manner as b shitty knight)
  • calls his father “dad” in a really sarcastic tone of voice because it sounds way more disrespectful than “father” (which is what shitty’s dad would really prefer to be called because he’s into the whole snooty posh anglophile rich people thing. when shitty realized this he switched to “dad” exclusively.)
  • probably doesn’t deserve to date someone as rad as lardo daun but if she chooses to date him then that’s her prerogative and shitty is deeply blessed. he knows this. shitty is the first person to tell you this.
  • always treats lardo right though. very good boyfriend. he’s trying to unlearn that Rich Whiteboy Entitlement to the point that he honestly sometimes swings too far in the opposite direction?

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promt where carmilla + laura are dating but carmilla breaks up with laura after graduation and runs away because she wants laura to have a normal life. but instead of the usual ending where "laura ages and eventually dies and carmilla visits her grave filled with regret" ending, laura searches for another vampire after carmilla leaves her, convincing them to turn her, and then laura spends a century looking for carmilla and finally finds her after carmilla is sure she's been dead for years

Forever and After


(Okay so this fic got the hell away from me but omg was it fun to write in the best damn way. I apologize for breaking any hearts but seriously this prompt sort of does it all on its own)

The note is on the bedside table the morning after graduation. Carmilla never had a lot of things but the absence of them is sharp and startling. Her curling script tells Laura to not be afraid, that she’ll find someone one day, that she’ll be happy. 

Laura cries for three days and then does what she always does when she’s lost something. 

She gets it back.

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I was so incredibly lucky to have had the opportunity this past year to meet my favorite author twice. I was incredibly floored that he remembered me by name and that he remembered my blog and everything and I just… wow. The Maze Runner series means so much to me and with the movie coming out and everything it was just amazing to be able to meet him again. I was initially worried about getting everything signed and I was getting a little anxiety about the event but it all worked great and was one of the best times of my life.

If you’d like to hear about it in detail (seriously in detail), UNDER THE CUT

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Notice Board

By Skyler10

Summary: When his sister finds a lost mp3 player, a physics professor falls head over heels for his neighbor, an art teacher with impeccable taste in music and a smile that lights up the universe.

Notes: For the TimePetalsPrompt “lost and found.” Thought I would try something different this week! I’ve never written an AU like this, so… hope it works. haha

Rose Tyler hadn’t yet lived in the building two weeks when she spotted a note on the hallway notice board directed at her. She was on her way to a night class at the local community college where she taught painting and sketching, so she didn’t have much time. But something about the post made her stop anyway. And it’s a good thing she did.

Notice: to the person playing the loud music last night

Please turn it up, that was my favorite band. ;)

Interesting. The person it was addressed to had to be to her. She had felt a little guilty at the time but knew her closest neighbors were gone for the week and figured anybody else would knock on the wall if they were bothered. She tried to remember the bands she’d had on as she painted. Her music always helped her get in the zone for her work and the louder the better.

She shook her head tried to move on with her day, but soon realized it was going to drive her nuts. What songs had she even been listening to? She got out her mp3 player just as the doors of the crowded lift opened. An acquaintance – just in time, Rose remembered her name was Donna – from a few floors up greeted her with the usual exuberance Rose had come to expect every Thursday night, as if they didn’t see each other every week coming or going. A while back they had met at a bar, realized they lived in the same building, and Rose hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise since.

Never mind on the playlist, she sighed, stuffing the mp3 player back into the open pocket on her art supply bag. Small talk with Donna it was.

The Doctor, as his students and colleagues called him, was running late for his morning faculty meeting after a late night. He loved his drives out of the city to help his grandfather with his telescope. Donna called it “manly bonding,” but he didn’t mind her teasing. Still. Lucky thing he didn’t need much sleep. This morning, it was up to him to defend the funding of the new observatory and planetarium. What good was an astronomy program without that? If he was supposed to encourage students to aspire to the government’s new space program, what good was all that physics instruction without vision? Without ambition? Without desire?

At that, he realized he was staring at a beautifully designed notice that hung on the community corkboard.

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My Thoughts On Fresh Meat

Side note: the show intro now kinda bugs me a bit. I mean, we know Ali isn’t in there so it lost that SOMETHING it had in the beginning. Just my opinion.

Ironic how the only person who understands Ali’s plight about being locked in a cage for something you didn’t do was Toby..considering that Ali put him a cage once upon a time. Be careful who you step on on your way up the ladder bc that’s the ass you’ll be kissing on your way back down…

Hanna got into a lot of well know colleges. We get the hint(s): she’s smart. Or A’s favorite. Hmmm

I thought Aria was so naive dropping her bag on the floor at the beginning of art class, obviously A was going to put something in there. But clearly I’m the naive one bc nothing happens to Aria. Duh.

Why exactly does Aria think Alison wants to keep her in Rosewood for revenge? What secrets are you hiding Aria? Alison must have more dirt on Aria than the Byron/Meredith situation. Maybe Aria wants an excuse to stay if she’s A. If she’s not I think she’s so paranoid that A doesn’t even need to actually DO anything to mess with her. Could this be the result of a guilty conscious. Aria didn’t just say she’d be stuck in Rosewood, she envisioned a future “picking up trash” which to me translated as community service (mending punishment for a crime. But what crime??? I guess it could be guilt over Shana but if A wanted to expose Aria for that they would’ve done it already.)

I have to admit, I was never a big Toby fan but apparently there really IS something about a man in uniform.

Do we know anything about the Cavanughs cabin? I remember the Hastings and Ezra’s “friend” (aka Wren) having cabins but not Toby’s family. Again Spencer with covering up evidence. My girls letting me down lately. I love Caleb but why EXACTLY is he with Spoby right now? Caleb: admitting to a cop that you want to tamper w evidence is prob not your best bet. This scene was really interesting to me bc it made me realize something: when the liars find evidence that they think incriminates someone else they consider it reliable and don’t even question it (example: the letter in Ali’s attic from Bethany) but the second evidence isn’t what they want it to be they immediately dismiss it as being unreliable and/or planted by A. I mean that knife really COULD’VE been the actual murder weapon! Spencer also mentioned to Toby how Tanner still thinks Mona is buried in her own yard. The girls don’t know for a fact that she’s not so what’s the prob? Especially since most bodies in Rosewood are buried in backyards.

Aria’s skirt is red and new random dude just called her “a really good liar.” And Aria smiled like it was a compliment. She’s totally A. Then Aria told Ezra to tel the caterer to “stick to the original plan”, so A-boss like.

Why exactly does Jason think Ali may have had something to do w what happened his mom? That’s a pretty big leap from thinking she murdered Mona to her own mother.

I’m pretty convinced Aria is A and doesn’t even know it (bc of a mental illness) or she suffers from a mental health issue and punishes herself more than A ever could. Even Emily tells her she’s spiraling AGAIN. She’s all over he place. She shoots down Emily’s suggestion to write a letter and then writes one and sends it before showing anyone. When Emily didn’t approve of the letter Aria didn’t wanna hear it. She easily gets upset if you don’t agree w her and doesn’t want to hear anyone else’s perspective.

I’m sorry Caleb you don’t wanna be accused of murder AGAIN?? Oh no no NOT my Caleb. Actually on second thought, writers make him look like A so then I can rest easy knowing it’s not him. No Caleb you’re “not a stupid kid anymore,” you just play one on tv. 😜

The song playing while Aria wrote her college letter kept repeated the word “burn”. A likes fires. Just sayin.7

Even Holbrooks dad thinks Hanna is Ali. I talked about this last week in this theory: http://amo3b.tumblr.com/post/107180609994/the-more-i-think-about-it-the-more-i-think-that

So 2 people can search someone’s backyard and find “a knife in a haystack” without being seen by anyone? No wonder bodies are buried there left and right.

Guts falling out of the teddy bear onto Hanna. Other than her having guts driving alone to find Holbrook idk what this was supposed to mean.

Aria never asked Emily if she needed help cooking but expected her to read her college letter. Aria used her relationship with Ezra to her advantage even though it made him look bad. Is this a hint that she’ll turn on people she loves when it suits her? I also found it odd that she assumed Ezra would understand, although idk why because he always is abnormally understanding when it comes to her.

“If I wanted advice I’d ask my mother, we go way back.” I love sassy Emily.

Spencer and Caleb are my 2 FAVS so I loved the scenes with them together. But Spencer why would you leave Caleb alone in a kiln?!? Maybe A WANTED the liars to mess with the knife and THAT is going to end up being the frame job.

Jackie believed Ezra was someone he’s not. Maybe she wants to be the President of that club??

Hanna visited Ali. Hanna visited Mona when she was in Radley. I don’t think Ali is A but if she is, getting arrested would be a great last ditch effort to convince the girls that she’s not A. The bolder the move, the less anyone questions it. Ali and Hanna side by side was another reminder how they resemble each other.

“I made these. Eat one. You’re starving.”-me every night when I make

I can’t deal with this new guy, I have no room left in my brain for new ppl. Sorry Johnny, nothing personal. But…what made him think Spencer was Melissa?? I don’t see a resemblance. “You don’t want to live in our backyard bc someone was buried in it.”-Classic Spencer.

I’m super curious about Mrs. D’s tenant whose lease expired 3 yrs ago. Ashley feels maternal and wanting to feed him Jason reminded me of when Ali stood with the Marin’s. I guess Ashley has a soft spot for the Dilaurentis’.

Aria ALWAYA gets what she wants in the end. Girl, clearly it wasn’t A stopping you from getting into colleges. More likely it was your grades and lack of extra curriculars since you spend every second with Ezra. Seriously, is there any episode where Aria actively pursues finding out who A is????

Rear window brew. I know there’s a post somewhere about how they show this every episode. When I spotted it I felt like those perceptive people who spot hidden Mickey’s in Disney movies.

Toby’s a cop Spencer. Did it not occur to you might no longer be able to tel him ANYTHING? Especially when 98% of the things you say/do are rooted in something illegal. You’re supposed to be the smart one.

Could Ashley and Jessica have been related? Mrs. D did give Ashley a job. Maybe Ali and Jason are her niece/nephew. Ok there’s kissing happened so I hope not…..BUT Hanna and Jason both consider kissing someone a form of thanking them soooooo maybe they are related in some way. Maybe Mama Marin is using Jason (like she used Wilden) to get info on Ali???

Jackie and Aria: their “SECRET” worked to Aria’s advantage. What else is new.

Ali smirked about the note saying her friends would join her in prison soon and I don’t blame her. Maybe she wants the girls with her so they can work together?

Thanks SOOOOO sooo super de duperity much for reading. I’m a rambler and I apologize. But if you don’t like it, too bad , if I wanted an opinion I’d ask my mom, bc ya know, we go way back…LOLOLOL!!! You rock!!!!

Birthday Cake: Chapter 2

[I DID IT! Okay thank you all for being so patient with me and thank you my shia lebeouf friend (u know who u are *wink wink*) Also chapter 3 will take a little longer on account of school/personal projects but i’ll get it out as soon as i can! Thank you all so much for reading!!]

Description: Sequel to Chocolate Cake where Adrien makes Marinette a cake for her surprise birthday party. :3

Word Count: 3075

Rating: K

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Adrien woke to the rays of bright sunshine filtering through his window. He blinked open his weary eyes and looked around his room. In some vague corner he could see a clock, but his still half-asleep eyes couldn’t make out an exact time. Was it 5:00? Or did it say 9:00? Maybe it was like 6:87 and he just couldn’t see. Wait… 6:87 wasn’t a time….was it?

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civil liberties (chapter 4); a soccercop law school au

summary: Alison Hendrix is failing a class (and almost failing several). When she runs into (quite literally) the student who is teetering at the top of the class, she manages to end up with a tutor, nevermind the fact that Beth Childs is totally hot, totally smart, and t o t a l l y g a y f o r a l i s o n. A fluffy, college/law school au based on tumblr user soccercopping’s posts about a Morgan & Morgan au.

chapters one, two, and three

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