i think i posted this right after he signed off tumblr

anonymous asked:

Any random fics you would recommend?

Hi Nonny!

I’m actually in the process of writing a lists upon lists of fic recs, but I think I’m overdue for another fic rec list to tide y’all over! How about, in the same style of my last “random fic rec list”, a list of the last 50 fics I just recently bookmarked? Listed in word count order, because it’s the easiest way for me to organize these :D Enjoy!

(As a side note, this was only supposed to be “Top 10″, then 20, then 25, and now it’s 50. I had to stop or I would have just done all my bookmarks, LOL)


Tied by beejohnlocked (E, 1,029 w. || PWP, Bottomlock, Bondage) – Sherlock ties John up and rides him.

A Christmas Holiday by consultinggalpals (sansa_undergrind) (G, 1,076 w. || Tooth Rotting Fluff, Christmas, Honeymoon) – "Come on, Sherlock. Just take the picture already.”

Giveaway fic #1 by ConsultingPurplePants (E, 1,170 w. || John’s Belly, Coming Untouched, BJ’s) – John doesn’t like his belly. Sherlock does. Part 1 of 500 Tumblr Followers Giveaway Fics

Of Small and Unexpected Things by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (T, 1,239 w. || Love Confessions, Scars, Implied Abuse, Fluff & Angst) – It’s by accident, the first time John sees them.

The Pigeon’s deplorable nesting place by SlothfulSlytherin (G, 1,482 w. || Alternate First Meeting, Humour, Fluff) – Upon returning to London, John Watson took up residence in a mouldy little flat on Baker Street. The flat itself wasn’t all that special or interesting, his new neighbour on the other hand…

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w. || Fluff, Pining, First Kiss, POV Sherlock, Requited, Second Person POV) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

Biggest and Best by Sexxica (E, 1,815 w. || Dildos, Sherlock’s Size Kink, John’s Giant Junk) – John Watson has a huge cock. Sherlock wants it inside him. Part 2 of Tumblr Ficlets Gone Wild

In Which John is Attractive and Sherlock is Angry by kim47 (T, 2.382 w. || Fluff, Est. Rel., Jealous Sherlock) – Sherlock’s reaction to finding out that everyone wants HIS John, and how he told them to piss off and get their own Watson.

Perfect Solo by Itsallfine (E, 2,384 w. || PWP, Solo Kink, Fantasy, Pining, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys) – Sherlock couldn’t decide how he wanted to have John that night. (The one where Sherlock uses his box of sex toys to take himself apart in every way John might have him.)

Green Carnation by glenien (T, 2,616 w. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Meta-Fic, Angst and Fluff, Communication, Post-TAB) – John takes Sherlock home. Part 1 of It’s No Longer Eighteen Ninety-Five

It Was All Right There In Front of Him (A Five Times Plus One Story) by bees_stories (T, 3,191 w. || 5+1, Protective Idiots, Grooming, Bed Sharing, Lestrade POV) – DI Greg Lestrade is a good detective. But sometimes he doesn’t trust the evidence in front of him, until there’s a compelling reason to do so.

it’s in the details by kimbiablue (T, 3,272 w. || Fluff, First Kiss, Pining Idiots) – Sherlock and John meet with a forensic artist to determine how capable they are able to describe each other. In which John struggles to adequately describe Sherlock Holmes, and also thinks about his lips a lot.

Posh Boy by panickedbee (M, 3,622 w. || Kinks, RST, Pining, Sexual Frustation) – In his head he greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, calls him genius when he is being too clever again, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart and, of course, posh boy. Part 5 of Sherlock Holmes Is A Very Lucky Man

All That I Have by the_arc5 (M, 3,721 w. || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Pining Sherlock, John Whump, Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Light Angst) – In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock finds himself with a new weakness. John is both the cause and the cure.

Let me be the wallpaper that papers up your room by Teatrolley (NR, 3,966 w. || Est. Rel., Two Idiots in Love, Fluff, Domestics) – Four seasons in the life of Sherlock and John, really.

Someone Else’s Heart by thisprettywren (E, 4,188 w. || First Time, H/C, POV Sherlock, Caretaking John, Pining Idiots) – A crime scene, a rainstorm, and something they both should have known all along.

Practical Johnkeeping by what_alchemy (M, 4,330 w. || Beekeeping, Aging, Gladstone, Tooth Rotting Fluff) – Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.

Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w. || 5+1, Valentines Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally)

You Can’t Always Get What You Want by hubblegleeflower (E, 4,804 w. || Sex, First Time, Pining John) – John wants. He always has, but now that he’s living with Sherlock again, it’s all he can do to hold it back. And Sherlock isn’t helping…

How Will I Know? by eragon19 (E, 4,895 w. || Pining, Love Confessions, POV Sherlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Imagination, Papa Lestrade) – Here was the problem: Sherlock Holmes was completely and irrevocably in love with John Watson, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell him.

Linger by queenoftrivia (E, 4,908 w. || Lingerielock, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Bottomlock, Dirty Talk) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Wasted Hours by songlin (E, 4,973 w. || Omegaverse || O!John/A!Sherlock, Pining, UST, Angst & Porn) – John is respectful. John keeps his distance. He doesn’t look at Sherlock when Sherlock decides trousers are for dull people. He doesn’t breathe in and savor it when Sherlock flings himself onto the couch first thing in the morning, wafting alpha scent, dressing gown settling around him in a cloud of blue silk. He doesn’t linger when he’s piecing Sherlock back together after a fight, even though he’s half-dressed and beautiful and right there. He can ignore it. He can control it.

Sociopathy and Other Fibs by kinklock (M, 5,314 w. || 5+1, Miscommunication, Humour, Friends to Lovers, Post S3, Love Confessions) – Five times John called Sherlock out, and one time Sherlock returned the favour.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Thirty Three Hours Without John Watson by Bookaholic, mybrotherharry (M, 6,232 w. || First Kiss / Time, Pining Idiots, BG Mystrade, Crackish) – Sherlock can SO TOTALLY survive without John Watson. It should be a piece of cake.AKA the time when Sherlock braved grocery store lines for milk, purchased and gave away a box of tampons and figured out what the X-Factor is. Greg and Mycroft didn’t sign up for this shit. Next time, they are going to the Bahamas. 

once upon a time by darcylindbergh (M, 6,501 w. || Fluff and Angst, First Kiss / Time, Love Declarations, Christmas) – It starts with a wish. In the beginning, John comes home. Part 1 of things fairy tales are made of

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

Sherlock’s Laboratory, Episode 1: Romance by berlynn_wohl (E, 6,900 w. || Clones, Sci-Fi AU, Clone Sex, Foursome, Double Penetration) – “John, this isn’t one of your science fiction programmes. This is reality.“ Part 1 of Sherlock’s Laboratory

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Domestics, Word Kink) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w. || Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.

Six Dates by avawtsn (E, 7,421 w. || 5+1, First Time / Kiss, Post S4-Compliant, POV John) – A rather accidental 5+1 written for the prompt “is this a date?” Hint: it is.

Christmas by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 7,673  w. || Worried Sherlock, PWP, Drunkeness, Christmas, Est. Relationship) – John feels a lump rise in his throat, and it hits him, again, that this beautiful, infuriating creature is his. Completely, one-hundred percent his.

I’d be Lost Without my Blogger by shadenc (T, 8,057 w. || Rev. TRF, H/C, Angst) –  "There are several snipers with their guns pointed at your head this very moment. Now, if you look up you’ll see John and myself on the rooftop of Bart’s. Understand the game yet?“ “Shoot me. Let him go and shoot me.” “Noble now, are we? Unfortunately, you are not the one who will make that decision.”

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it’s business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

Out of the Darkness by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (M, 12,165 w+ (WIP) || Death, Overdose, Heavy Angst, Whump, Mary is Not Nice, Post S3/TAB Compliant) – John Watson has long assumed Sherlock Holmes is immune to sentiment, “doesn’t feel things that way.” Sherlock, however, would do anything for the person he loves most in the world, including putting himself in danger while keeping John in the dark in hopes of keeping him safe. Tired of being left behind, John is running a strategy of his own. Unfortunately things do not go as planned for either of them. And as John lays bleeding, Sherlock finally allows himself to say the things he’s always meant to… This is the story of love, forgiveness and finally making right all the wrongs in these two men’s lives.

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavors) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him.“You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

Just a Kiss by emmagrant01 (E, 19,695 w. || 5+1, Case Fic) – Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real.

Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh (E, 20,776 w. || Est. Rel, PTSD, Codependency, Fluff & Angst, H/C, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Experiments) – John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Folklore, Celtic Mythology) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John.

Don’t Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422w. || Epistolary, Falling in Love, Misunderstandings, Alternate First Meeting) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock’s hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you’re in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you’re the one who lied? How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

“finally kiss the bloody idiot” by Salambo06 (E, 29,812 w. || Mutual Pining, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Misunderstandings, Fantasies POV John) – Inspired by a fic idea on tumblr : “John and Sherlock know the Yard has a pool going for when they’re finally going to get together. It’s been running forever, and it’s worth thousands of pounds. It’s all fun and games, hahaha, until they find out Lestrade is in dire financial straits (dog needs emergency surgery, he’s putting his kid through gymnastics training, I don’t know, something), and they decide to fake a relationship to win the pool for him. Sherlock figures out the day and way that Lestrade thinks it’s going to happen, and they act it out. It’s all for a good cause, fake relationship style, until it’s not.” Part 1 of The Pool

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Resistivity and Relative Charge by liriodendron (E, 41,750 w. || Synesthesia, Angst, Case Fic, Romance, Est. Rel., Homophobia, Religious Content, Victor Trevor, Mild Jealous John, Mild John Whump) – In which Sherlock Holmes meets an old acquaintance, John Watson doesn’t enjoy a trip to the country quite as much as he thought he would, and the past absolutely refuses to stay where it belongs. Part 3 of Conductivity

Fan Mail by scullyseviltwin (E, 53,942 w. || Stalking, Obsessive Fans, Angst) – “WatsonChick143 has been rather maniacal in her commenting as of late… she’s left comments on everything you’ve posted John, something so obvious can’t have escaped even your attention.“

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

The Stars Move Still by BeautifulFiction (E, 96,022 w. || Magical Realism, Demons, Slash to Pre-Slash, AU, Happy Ending) – "What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”

The Heart In The Whole by verityburns (E, 101,650 || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Drama & Angst, H/C, First Time) – Events after ‘The Great Game’ leave Sherlock dependent on his best friend and colleague. But John has a secret of his own…

between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (T, 107,998 w. || Epistolary, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending) – On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with the things they each said when the other could not hear, the things they each put down where the other could not see: a collection of writings that illustrate the way their love for one another has grown over the years. Part 1 of between each beat


Here’s my breakdown of what happened at C2E2!

I spent Friday attending professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.

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At Jo’s annual New Year’s Eve party, a game of spin the bottle goes a little awry when Dean misinterprets Sam and Cas as a couple. 2k

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Written for the 2016/2017 Destiel Secret Santa Exchange!

It’s fifteen minutes to midnight and Dean’s pretty sure he’s right on the edge of being drunk. Everything’s going a little hazy around the edges, and a warmth that wasn’t there earlier is filling up his body and wrapping him in an embrace that isn’t too bad, if he says so himself. Dancers are gyrating all around him in a sway of movement, and the music is blasting so loud that Dean can’t hear himself think. Overall, everything’s perfect.

“Hey, there’s Dean!”

Well, almost perfect.

“Hiya, Sammy,” Dean groans, plastering on a smile he doesn’t feel like giving. He turns around and is met with the image of his brother practically tumbling forward, beer bottle centimeters away from the tips of his fingers. He looks blissed out beyond belief with his half closed eyes and breath reeking of whiskey, but that’s not what has Dean acting so sour.

“Whoa, watch it!” Cas calls as he swoops to the rescue. He dips down and catches Sam just in time before he falls flat on his ass, and the drunken giggles that erupt from Sam’s mouth would be freakin’ adorable if they weren’t directed at Cas.

Dean knows he’s being petty. Cas is a great guy, one of Dean’s best friends actually, and he shouldn’t act like some bitter wine mom because Sam snatched Cas up as his boyfriend before Dean could get his head out of his ass. And yet, Dean can’t help but feel the pangs of jealousy when he watches Cas and Sam interact. They’re always so touchy, hands brushing absentmindedly like they aren’t even thinking about it, whispering jokes in each other’s ears before breaking out into fits of laughter. They’re so domestic it’s disgusting.

“Thanks, Cas,” Sam mumbles under his breath. He tries to take another swig of beer, but Cas takes the bottle away before he gets the chance.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Cas murmurs in low tones, setting the bottle down on the nearest table. “I’m strong, but not strong enough to drag your weight three blocks back to campus.”

“But Caaaaas,” Sam whines with puppy dog eyes out in full force. “It’s not even midnight yet!”

“All the more reason to quit while you’re ahead. Don’t want to miss out on a New Year’s kiss, right?”

Sam giggles and tosses his head back. “Right,” he responds. “Wanna be awake for that.” He puckers his lips and brings them close to Cas’s cheek, who bats the faux kiss off with his hand before they both break down in laughter.

“Ugh, screw me,” Dean groans into his beer.

“Tried it; wasn’t a fan.”

Dean grins at the new voice behind him and spins around. Jo, the host of this New Year’s Eve party, is leaning up against a couch with a bottle of champagne in her hand and her girlfriend Anna clinging to her side, both covered in lipstick stains and reeking of smoke.

“I’m crushed, Harvelle,” Dean says in mock offense, bringing his hand up to his chest. “Are you saying that our drunken night in the Impala meant nothing?”

Jo laughs, high pitched and tinny. “Not entirely. It was the night I figured out that dick isn’t exactly my thing, after all,” she replies with turned up lips, nudging Anna next to her. “And that redheaded girls are.”

“Aw, you’re making me blush!” Anna squeals back in delight and knocks her hip into Jo’s.

“You’re all disgusting,” Dean mutters under his breath as he turns away, but doesn’t get far before Jo’s fingers wrap around the hem of his jacket and pulls him back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she chastises with a wagging finger. “It’s game time and you’re our first participant.”

Dean quirks an eyebrow up at Jo but doesn’t get to ask what the hell she’s talking about before the entire room is called into order with Anna’s loud whistle.

“Okay, listen up everyone! It’s almost midnight and we haven’t played any games yet. Who’s up for a little round of spin the bottle?’”

The wolf whistles that ring out through the room echo around Dean and he finds himself being pulled forward with Jo’s clinging fingers.

“Everyone sit in a circle!” Anna commands, and the rest of the partygoers follow her instructions. Dean plops himself down next to Jo, and when he turns to his right Benny’s sitting by his side, bottle of whiskey clutched between his fingers as he chats with Jess. Bela and Ruby sit next to Anna, whispering into each other’s ears, while Lisa and Cassie file in accordingly. But what catches Dean’s attention is Cas sitting directly across from him, blue eyes glancing downward while a still drunk Sam topples to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.

“The rules are these,” Jo announces with her palms raised in the air. “One person spins the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on is their partner. Said partners will go into a closet for seven minutes- no exceptions. And whatever you two do in there? Well, that’s up to you.”

Whistles ring out once again and Dean feels his cheeks heat. Knowing Jo, she’s gonna rig the bottle in one way or another, and his mind is already racing with whom she’d pair him up with. He locks eyes with Lisa Braeden across the room, and her answering blush only makes him want to get away faster. He likes her well enough, but imagining being shoved into a closet with her for seven minutes will no doubt be awkward beyond belief. Cassie is another option, he realizes quickly, and his gut churns at the thought of being paired up with his ex-girlfriend. Either way, it’s going to be horrible, weird, uncomfortable.

“How about we begin with…Dean?”


“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Jo exclaims while pushes the bottle in his direction. “Give it a go and see what your future beholds,” she says while waving her fingers in the air.

He grunts once but doesn’t try to fight her on it. Instead, Dean spins the bottle as fast as he can and prays to whoever’s listening that it doesn’t land on anyone unsavory.

It spins around for longer than anyone could possibly think necessary before slowing down. It flies by Ruby and Bela, Benny and Jess too. It looks like it’s gonna land on Sam, but the bottle slows to a stop right in front of Cas instead.

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out of our hands

“a five part study on the effects of eye contact on perceived closeness”

Or the one where Harry is a psychology grad student who is running a study, and Adalyn is the girl who signs up for it.

a one shot i wrote for ash last summer that i didnt post on tumblr for some odd reason

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brains of the signs
  • Aries: remember that one SpongeBob episode where everything was burning in his brain? x100000000
  • Taurus: FUCK OFF HEART YOU'RE GETTING IN THE WAY OF-- *heart assumes rights as ruler of their human host* okay now you can go and make a creepy shrine for ur crush that we've both been wanting
  • Gemini: ???????meme????????
  • Cancer: human wtf don't make me come out there and personally slap u
  • Leo: every bad pickup line ever on repeat
  • Virgo: Oh and then later in that SpongeBob episode where he's just lifeless after everything is burnt
  • Libra: always a song there and they can't get it out it's like they randomly burst into son--OOOH I THINK THAT I FOUND MYSELF A CHEEERLEEEEAAADDDDERRRR
  • Scorpio: fuck :) everything :)
  • Sagittarius: conflict between BRAIN NO and BRAIN YESSS
  • Capricorn: *trying to evilly laugh but chokes and then proceeds to cough violently for all eternity*
  • Aquarius: tumblr's shitposts
  • Pisces: oh. It's midnight. Time to relive every memory I've been trying to push down for the last million years.
The Birthday Forecast

It’s Dan’s birthday and, even if he’s not as excited as he should be, Phil’s forecast makes it much more interesting! Or the one where Phil kisses Dan 26 times on his birthday… A fairly long Phan oneshot! Enjoy!

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fic for victuuri week day one!

Title: i have a confession to make
Rating: Teen.

Wordcount: 1.6k

 “Yuuri,” Victor asks, his voice suspiciously cheerful. “What’s this?”

Victor is holding a poster. Not just a poster, though. The poster. The 2013 Victor Nikiforov doing a swimsuit spread for Vogue poster that he hunted for for endless months.
Although he knows it’s pointless, Yuuri racks his brain for any, any possible way to explain himself that doesn’t include the sentence: “I was obsessed with you and I maybe jerked off to you when I was 15 once or ten times.”

Link to A03: here

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Imagine you and Chris sending out ‘Save the Date’ cards.

A/N: Epilogue 😊 And don’t worry, no break needed this time. Chapter 5 is being written as we speak, and I cannot wait to share it with all of you. ❤️❤️❤️You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C)

Sunday was spent writing 'Save the Date’ cards at the Gucci headquarters. Why at the Gucci headquarters? Well, Gucci and their visual design team kindly offered to design your 'Save the Date’ cards seeing as you were marrying one of their spokespeople. They even offered to do the wedding invitations, except that task had already been snatched up by Kevin Feigi who was pulling some major strings with Disney so the two of you could have a Disney themed invite.

You’d discussed having a full blown themed wedding, but decided against it after looking at themed weddings on Pinterest. Classy and elegant with subtle hints- like a classic white and gold wedding invitation that had Mickey and Minnie’s silhouettes as a watermark, and the Disney castle in gold glitter on the header. That was more your speed, and anything you liked- Chris loved; he just wanted to marry you. As much as you both liked Disney, you both were in agreement when it came to not wanting the best day of your life to look like a children’s birthday party.

Your wedding was to happen on the 28th of September as the two of you met on the 28th of February. You joked saying you picked the twenty-eighth so Chris could “have an easier time remembering our anniversaries.” His response “I could never forget the best days of my life” rendered you speechless, leaving you to do the only thing you could when he bested you; kiss him.

“Thank you so much, Adriana,” you squeezed her hand. Adrianna was the head of the design team and the one that came up with the elegant black and gold 'Save the Date’ cards; 'Save the Date: 28th of September - Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N are tying the knot’ written in breathtaking calligraphy. “We can’t thank you and your team enough. Aren’t they beautiful, Chris?” You held up a card for him to see, chuckling when you saw him lost in his thoughts.

It didn’t look like there was anything negative on his mind, after all there was nothing to complain or worry about- he’d everything he’d ever wanted. You’d finally agreed to end the long engagement and was starting to plan the wedding with him. You’d also met with Emilia and had a discussion about your future in Hollywood if you were to write your love story.

Emilia had given you a rundown at the meeting, explaining that it would be at least three years of focus on one piece. First you had to write the script, until you did that- there was nothing to proceed with. But once you had your piece, you could start pitching; you could decide on a production company, and find the right director to tell your story. After that, the company you signed with would sort out the copyright, movie rights, and other legal issues before you moved on to the financial budgeting, location scouting, and casting. There was a ton to do, but like Emilia reminded you before you left her office, “the script is the most important thing. We cannot start the process if you don’t write the script. Whether or not you choose to sell your story to Sony Pictures, I urge you to start writing. This could be the next big thing, the last thing you want is for someone to swipe it from you.” When she said that, the angst built in the pit of your stomach.

That had always been a concern, it’d been a concern for you since you started posting on Tumblr. You were always worried about someone stealing your ideas and stories, sometimes it’d even keep you up at night. There were times where you’d find other writers posting scarily similar stories to yours, forcing you to consider shutting down your Tumblr to protect your intellectual material. Then Chris would sit you down and remind you that “people can steal your ideas, but they can’t steal your talent.” So though Emilia words worried you, you knew Chris was right. You could wait a little while, get through the wedding and the honeymoon first then get to work when January rolled around. You already had Emilia’s attention and promise that she’d have you in whenever you’d finished writing.

The thing you didn’t tell Emilia, or Chris- for obvious reasons- was you’d already written the story. It wasn’t in script form, but it was done and ready to be turned into a script. You were a writer, you wrote about everything so the story began the second you met Chris. You may not have always shared what you wrote with people, but you wrote about everything- all your experiences; the good, the bad, and the wonderful. You kept it a secret because you wanted to marry Chris first, you knew if you told him- he’d put you and your dreams first, rushing everything else so you could get to work as soon as possible. But you didn’t want to rush your wedding or your honeymoon, you didn’t want to rush what was most important to you: Chris.


He tapped the blank card and gold pen in his right hand, and his left clenched fist, against the table’s glass surface as he continued to lose himself in his thoughtless daydream. It wasn’t until you waved a hand that he snapped out of it and gave you one of his adorable smiles. You found yourself smiling too as you held up the card to which he nodded at with the same smile, “that looks awesome. Sorry,” he chuckled, releasing card and pen from his grip. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” You asked, leaving Adriana and her team to continue their work to walk over to Chris. He wheeled his chair back, patting his lap; you shook your head because you were surrounded by people and not in the privacy of your own home. “Is everything okay?” You quizzed, taking the empty chair next to him.

“Everything’s perfect,” he assured you, taking your hands. “I’m just daydreaming, nothing important’s running through this chunk of wood.” He knocked on his head and you giggled, squeezing his hands. “I don’t know, I think I’m just daydreaming about our wedding. I mean- it’s in three months, that’s insane.”

“It is,” you nodded, smiling. “And it’s weird, 'cause just a few days ago when we discussed getting married- I felt so blindsided. But now, I’m okay. I’m ready to do this, like- I want to get married and play house with you,” you joked and he laughed. “Speaking of house, are we thinking of moving back to Boston after we get married or are we going to stay here?”

“I think we focus on the now first,” he answered. “Let’s just get through the wedding and go enjoy our honeymoon, then when we come back- we’ll sort out everything else. We don’t know where your upcoming job is going to need you, I think we make a decision based on that.” You nodded with pursed lips, feeling guilty about lying about the status of your story. “What’s wrong?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to react the way you want to?”

“I can’t promise you anything if I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“You got me there,” you chuckled softly and he nodded, smiling. “I just- It’s not a big deal, so don’t freak out when I tell you that I actually…” You trailed off, then mumbled under your breath, “finished writing the story already.”

“What?” He frowned. “What do you mean you’re finished?”

“I wrote about us in real time, Chris,” you explained. “Whatever happened, I wrote as it happened. But I didn’t write with an intention to do anything about it, it was just for us. I don’t know, maybe even for our future children.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip as he pondered for an appropriate reaction. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to feel like we had to rush things. I know you want this for me, but I want you more. I could never do anything that would jeopardize my time with you just to become a famous screenwriter.”

“So what you’re saying is you went behind my back instead, lying 'cause you felt like you had a better perspective of what we needed as a couple.” He raised a brow, trying not to smile; you nodded sheepishly. The two of you really were too similar. “Oh sweetheart,” he chuckled and hugged you. “I made the right choice marrying you.”

“I made the right choice marrying you too,” you smiled, kissing his cheek as he pulled away. “Emilia said she’d meet with me whenever I’m done, and I am- I’ve only got to convert it into script form. As soon as we return from our honeymoon, I’ll do that and I’ll go meet with her and start walking the path you so selflessly found for me.”

“Sounds like a plan, my future Mrs. Evans.” His smile reached his eyes when he said 'Mrs. Evans’. You chuckled, baring your perfect teeth as you grinned. “A perfect plan,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead.

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Chapter 5 ❤️

So @moyabird​ sent me a message requesting more of this prompt fic about a forced marriage between Credence and Graves. (Originally a request from @kamikazesoundsociety who is too good to me, tbh). Technically what I wrote is longer than I would usually post on Tumblr and also it’s totally unedited.

But this is what I did with my weekend.

WARNINGS: idk I implied lots of sketchy stuff but no one does anything sketchy. It’s blink and you’ll miss the implication sketchy.

Rated T for heavy kissing.

“I could officiate the ceremony,” Seraphina says, after she’s put Credence back in a cell with armed guards.

“And?” Percival asks.

“Well,” she begins. “There are certain ways to enchant objects — a ring, perhaps — which limit the wearer’s magic. Something which would prevent him from using his magic against you or any of us.”

Percival looks at her. He knows the kind of magic she’s speaking about. It has an ugly history: It was last legally used on a wizard who was found guilty of using magic in assistance of a No-Maj revolt in Louisiana in 1811.

It seems to be an endorsement of how serious Seraphina finds this problem that she would even suggest it.

“Absolutely not,” Percival says.

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Safe at Last (Part 4):

Okay so I’ve decided to just post every two days since it’s kind of been a cycle…but there was a SERIOUS delay because either A) tumblr isn’t working on my mac or B) something is wrong with my mac/wifi idk and honestly I’m a little upset.

So I’m typing this on a random desktop computer =( Again thanks for the all the support and although I would love to tag everyone again, it’s just gotten to be way TOO many at this point. So I’ll just tag a few people who have voiced their support so far… 












So I have added another wonderful twist (not in this part) but much ahead that I think a lot of writers have missed out on so stay tuned! 

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Guilty pleasures.

Everybody’s got them.

That socialite you swear you loathe? You still end up watching every episode of her day to day saga. That pizza you swore would jinx your diet programme? You still end up savouring every bite of the long-gone-cold inconsistent-cheese-lathered soggy crust. That cliche novel you swore you hated? You still find yourself unable to tear your eyes from its pages, hanging onto every overused trope, curled in your blankets when you think you’re safe from anybody catching you reading it.

What made Shawn any different?

For him it was being greeted by the same old icon bearing his face, a header that should have made him blush - but instead surged adrenaline through his veins, and the all too similar layout of the tumblr blog he had started stalking that fateful night. It all started with him sending an anonymous message, that had received an immediate answer consisting of overinsistent typing in caps lock, full of coos and love and warmth that toasted his cheeks, upto his toes. One anon lead to another, and he found himself spending his days looking forward to scrolling through the blog, while in the haven of his room (for the night) after he performed his daily duties. Shawn had loved using twitter and other socials before, thinking that was what connected him to his fans. But how wrong he was. Their twitters and instagrams were them dressed in the most expensive set they owned, ready to impress. Their tumblrs, however, were a different case. It was them in all their natural, beautiful glory - messy hair, tattered overused but still comfy pyjamas, every pretty freckle on display.

So yet again, Shawn found himself locked up in his room, scrolling through the said blog. Anons after anons flooding the page. Shawn had made a separate account - complete with a url and design he thought would fit someone from his fandom ( a move that Shawn had swore would either end up inflating his ego, or bashing it till he never stepped out again). Currently on the blog, they were having a debate whether Shawn was dominant in bed or not. Shawn read on, thoroughly amused yet flushed, and decided to throw his two cents in.

“What if he likes to be submissive instead?” ~$

He finished typing, coupled with his standard emoji that he had started to use to let the owner of the blog know it’s him (not him…but him, you know?). She immediately replied coupled with a gif that nearly made him fall off his bed laughing.


Shawn laughed at her reply.


From what he knew, she was 18, went by her pseudonym. Loved books, swore by every band ever signed to fueled by ramen, loved her coffee sweet and strong. Was shorter than him. Had not attended any of his concert yet, cause he never came to her country -  something he vowed to put right . Had caused a havoc on her blog after the prices on his tickets were announced, something that brought to light how adversely his fans were affected by the prices - something he was still pestering his label to put to right.

Shawn never thought it was possible to yearn to meet someone he didn’t even know how they really were, but he was sure it was very similar to what his fans felt for him.


Ana clicked her window shut in an all too familiarized routine, as somebody knocked on her door.

“Come in!”

“Hey sweetie, all ready for your test tomorrow?” her mom repeated the same old question, something that had become close to a ritual before any examination. Especially now that she would be leaving school after this.

“Yeah, I’m good to go, I guess.”

After a brief yet antagonizingly slow talk about uni’s and applications and how she had to choose science as her course, yet again, her mother left her to the confines her solitude.

Finally, she thought.

It wasn’t that Ana didn’t love her mum, she did, but her parents’ pestering to leave her passion for writing and choose the well beaten “glorious” path of science had started to get on her nerves. Initially she had thought that they’ll leave her be in time. But guess not.

She felt a sense of home when she logged back on her tumblr, the sight of it filling her with pride. It was a Shawn Mendes blog, where she wrote out her fantasies and frustrations out. She had stayed up nights, adjusting between the torturous regime of school and homeworks and tests, and religiously posting and updating her blog. And now she was rewarded with anons and inboxes that made every single day feel like christmas.

A new anon popped up on her screen.

“What if he likes to be submissive instead?” ~ $

Ana smiled. This particular anon had crawled their way through the screen into her heart. Keeping up with everything she posted, commenting and speculating. But they never came off anon, something that Ana desperately wanted this anon to do.

She typed out her response dutifully, coupled with a gif that mirrored her reaction, and posted.

Yup, definitely wanna be friends with this one.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tododeku + kiribaku fic recs? love ur writing btw!

Thank you!

I’m so glad you asked, I have a lot of fics that I read that I feel like don’t get a lot of attention compared to some others even though they’re AMAZING. I’ll start with tddk and then go to krbk, because priorities (even though I’ve read more krbk forgive me). I’ll also link the authors tumblr if I can find them.

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Monty/Miller Fic Recs, Pt II

a day in the life (of one montgomery green) by danickzta
Monty’s guilt has been slowly tearing him to pieces since the genocide at Mount Weather, and only a certain guard can help put him back together. Set during the months between S2 and S3.

a house on a lake by jennycaakes
When the delinquents finally stop walking, their legs giving out from exhaustion and the weight of the world so heavy that they can’t bear to take another step, they stop at a lake.

Monty x Miller, post season 3

All I Ask by bythelightofthenight
Nathan thinks of the last time he was home. His dad knows about his situation and he’s been great about it all. But he knows he makes him worry.

“I just don’t want you to wake up in ten years, thinking the best years of your life are over, and while your career was impressive, you’re still alone,” David had said.

All I’ll Ever Need by bythelightofthenight
The bike messenger passes so close to him Nathan trips on the curb and falls right on his ass on the pavement. Catching himself on his hands, he hisses as the sand scratches his palms.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Monty kneels by his side.

Nathan tries to answer, but all comes out is a puff of breath as he notices Monty’s hand on his knee.

So he’s been in love with his friend for ages. Big deal.

And there’s no reason to play pretend by yellowteapots
Monty likes boys.

He knows he does, always has known really.

He’s never actually been with a boy though, which. Well it’s not the worst thing as far as problems go and yet. Monty can’t help but feel like it’s more of an abstract concept than reality.

That’s until he finds a guy sitting in his usual seat in his computer science lecture that is.


Miller like boys.

Exclusively. No ifs, no buts. Well maybe some butts.

He’s been with his fair share of guys but since things between he and Bryan fizzled out before they left for college he hasn’t been seeing anyone. He doesn’t really feel the need to just see anyone, he’d rather see someone who actually meant something to him.

And then he picks computer science as his elective and well.

coax the cold right out of me by growlery
Monty taps the microphone, and then, satisfied, introduces himself. “This song is about R2-D2,” he says, and Miller knows, in that moment, that he is totally doomed.

(Or, the one where they’re all in college and Indra owns the coffee shop where Miller, Wells and Octavia work, and where Monty and Lincoln play music.)

The Dice Was Loaded From the Start by Chash
Monty is not enthused about being on a casino boat. He’s a math teacher. He knows gambling is a scam. This is really not his thing.

Draw That Line (When It Starts to Get Too Real) by bythelightofthenight
When he falls in love for the first time, he’s 16.

Nathan and his friends’ lives through the years, from teens to adulthood, falling in and out of love, overcoming obstacles on the way.

Fireworks by lordmxrphy
Fireworks pop above them, bright and bursting with light, but nothing beats the boy in front of him. Soft and sweet with the taste of strawberries.

for you to be you to me by MelikaElena
At first glance, the two young men working behind the counter weren’t particularly remarkable—granted, both were cute, one in a sort of a charming, albeit dangerous, way, the perfect scruff at odds (yet perfectly complementing) his big brown eyes and long eyelashes; the other looked like an easygoing, friendly guy, the one in high school that everyone knew and got along with—it didn’t hurt that he had a wonderful, bright smile, and dark, silky hair.

They were dressed plainly enough, shirts and jeans underneath navy blue aprons, and they were chatting casually as they went about their business, one wiping the counter, the other refilling the milk.

What was also incredibly plain, not to mention, particularly remarkable, was that they were 100% totally and completely into each other.

gonna be the man who’s coming home to you by jennycaakes
A collection of Minty drabbles that are placed in modern-AUs. None of them are related to each other unless otherwise stated! Cross posted from Tumblr. Some are short, some are long, all are Minty.

got our aim, but we might miss by katsumi
Monty finally hooks up with Miller, only to wake up the next morning terrified that sleeping with Miller has ruined his long-term plan to…well, sleep with Miller.

(Monty’s brain handles many things well under pressure. Boys is not one of them.)

Green Wednesdays by starfleetgirl (WIP)
Monty Green is a sophomore in college with his own radio show at the college station every Wednesday night. When he starts mentioning his small crush on a guy he knows called Miller his listeners and his friends push him to talk about it more. As Monty’s friendship with Miller grows he hides his show from him so Miller won’t find out about his feelings.

holly jolly miller by kirargent
But this is the first time he’s seen Monty in a cozy-ass sweater since he’s realized he’s, like, head-over-McFucking heels for the guy. Cause of death: the love of my life in a fuzzy winter sweater.

i can’t believe i feel this way by jennycaakes
Everyone thinks it’s Miller who’s really bad at expressing emotions. Turns out it might actually be Monty.

Or, Nate tells Monty he loves him and Monty freaks out.

I don’t have a choice but I still choose you by emilia_kaisa
‘My name’s Nathan Miller; I’m a detective and I’m going to question you. Do you want to call somebody?’ he asked officially and the guy shook his head silently.

‘Firstly, what’s your name?’

‘Monty Green.’ he answered after a moment of silence.

i have seen no other who compares to you by MelikaElena
Monty goes to his friend and flower shop owner Miller for help in wooing his crush.

Miller finds he minds more than he should.

I Thought About Solving Our Problems With Alcohol But Decided to Level Up Instead by srmiller
Monty thinks wanting his boyfriend of more than a year to say something other than “oh” when he professes his love for the first time isn’t high maintenance, it’s basic decency, but when Nate does exactly that Monty has to rethink the relationship he thought was going to be his last relationship.

Meanwhile, Miller knows he fucked up, he doesn’t need Harper to tell him that but she does anyway.

i will come to you in need, and i’ll help you when i can by MelikaElena
“Hey–” Monty said, stopping abruptly. Miller was sitting up in bed, shirtless, the white sheets of his bed pooled around his waist, making it look as though he wasn’t wearing anything at all. He looked worn out and groggy, his face damp with perspiration, his lids heavy as he gazed up at Monty from underneath his long lashes. If Monty didn’t know any better, he’d say Miller looked sexed-out.

To Monty’s shock, Miller grinned lazily at him. “Hey, M’nty,” he slurred. “Come to play doctor?”


Monty gets roped into taking care of a sick Miller, despite the fact that Miller doesn’t like him all that much.

A drugged-up Miller disabuses him of that assumption.

I will walk 500 miles (but I would rather not) by katsumi
Monty’s thrown off when he learns that Nate’s ex-boyfriend was super fit and into doing outdoorsy things. So Monty convinces Clarke to start hiking with him in a last ditch attempt at athleticism, because he might not be Nate’s ideal type, but he’s not about to lose Nate without a fight.

(Turns out he and Clarke have no business hiking, ever, for the good of humanity.)

i’d tried so not to give in by jennycaakes
Soulmates didn’t happen on the Ark. They hadn’t happened for a long time. And if they had, no one was talking about it. But Nathan Miller had one, he knew it by the way his skin filled with marks that didn’t belong to him. Monty Green didn’t believe in soulmates, so he ignored the signs.

“I know what you’re going to say. But, like, I don’t believe in soulmates. I believe in science. So.”

Miller smirked. “The thing about soulmates is that they exist whether or not you believe in them.” He leaned in, stepping into Monty’s space and leaning toward his ear before whispering, “Kind of like science.”

Canon-verse soulmate AU, takes it through season 1 and 2, no City of Light stuff. Minty, background Bellarke.

I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice by Kacka
Nate might be overreacting about the cold. Just a little. Luckily, Monty has some good ideas about how to stay warm.

i’ll keep walking towards the sound of your voice by MelikaElena
“Nathan,” Miller said suddenly. If this was the only time he spoke to his Soulmate in his entire life, he wanted him to know his first name. For some reason, this was deathly important to Miller. “My first name– it’s Nathan. Nate.”

“Nate,” Monty repeated softly, and Miller had to close his eyes. His name on Monty’s lips sounded like a prayer. A wish. “Don’t worry about me, Nate. I’ll be okay.”

He sounded so alone, and Miller couldn’t stand it. But what could he do? Soulmate or not, his hands were tied. He was with someone else.

“I–” Irrationally, Miller felt his throat close up. “I’m glad we met, Monty.”

“Me, too,” Monty said. “Goodbye.”

Don’t go, Miller’s body nearly seized with longing. Don’t ever leave.

“Goodbye,” Miller said.

Sometimes we defy Fate with a choice; sometimes Fate doesn’t give a damn about what we choose. Modern, Soulmates AU

i’m calling out for you by angelicourry
“I care about you. I’m not ever leaving you, don’t you get that?”

“You already have.”

or, Monty loves Miller, but Miller has a boyfriend.

if I could name you in this song (would it make you smile and sing along?) by shinealightonme
Nate just wanted to get Monty’s number. There was never supposed to be any singing.

in the spell of the night by MelikaElena
Pro’s: The guy who lives down the hall that Miller’s been crushing on is, right now, naked, using Miller’s shower, because his own broke.

Con’s: It’s because said guy has a date tonight.

in want of (an us) by kissteethstainedred
Monty adamantly believes that Nathan Miller had a hand in breaking up Bellamy and Raven, and thus hates Miller for it; the universe has other plans.

or: a pride and prejudice au

it takes two by kissteethstainedred
“Want to explain to me why you were egging my house at two AM, Monty Green?” David Miller asked.

It’s Warmer Where You Are by bythelightofthenight
It’s barely nine but the party is on full go. Instead of joining the others, they stay by the doorway.

“I fucking hate Christmas parties,” Monty says, trying not to watch Susan from accounting perform Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

“Really? I’m having so much fun.”

“Mistletoe!” Susan shouts into the microphone suddenly. She’s pointing, pointing straight at them.

prompt: Monty Green + Nathan Miller + winter holiday season (can be shippy or just gen)
for tumblr user pinkmistletoe in the no white saviors allowed exchange

just a lost boy by jennycaakes
Monty comes to terms with his sexuality. Social media AU

Monty x Miller

let me down slow by growlery
Miller’s waiting outside the library when Monty emerges at the end of the hour, leaning up against the wall, smoking a roll-up. It’s a horrible cliché, complete with the requisite pounding in Monty’s chest, the drop in his belly, but Monty’s a stoner hippie turned dealer so he can make it through college with only vaguely crushing debt. He’s long made peace with being a cliché.

life throws you to the unknown by bowlingfornerds
nathanmillerz on tumblr prompted: maybe minty trying to set up bellarke but falling for each other at the same time?

Five instances throughout the plan Monty and Miller create to get Bellamy and Clarke together, and how they get closer in the process.

lightning strikes once and true (call it magic when i’m with you) by kay_emm_gee
The ‘incidents’, as Monty took to calling them, only increased in frequency in the next few weeks. Power surges and sparking wires, static shocks and arcs of blue electricity that made his fingertips tingle and his hair stand on end. After the first time, he rarely hurt himself; it was more just surprising, and then annoying. It was getting harder to hide them, too. Raven’s scowls at his yelps or wide-eyed stares turned into concerned glances, and Wick stopped teasing him about the accidents. Sometimes he could feel them staring at his back, maybe even hear them talking under their breath about it.

He just ignored them, because then he could ignore it, whatever it was. If other people noticed the weird occurrences, then they were real and would have to be dealt with. If it was just him, well–it could wait until they had irrefutable proof.

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.

lonely bones, lovely heart by jellyfishes
“What — “ Miller breaks off again and Monty raises an eyebrow. “What’s your name?” he asks, and he sounds a little nervous.

“Uh,” he supposes there’s no harm in telling him. “Electrode.”

Miller chuckles. “Do you like… control lightning or something?”

Monty grins. He’s never really interacted like this with a civilian while he’s been in his suit. “Close, but no dice. Energy and technology manipulation.”

Miller full on laughs this time. “That’s like, the nerdiest superpower I’ve ever heard of.”


Monty is a superhero and also maybe has a thing for Miller.

look and you will always find me by katsumi
“Your superhuman knack for reprogramming droids isn’t going to help you when you’re staring down a line of stormtroopers,” Nate says, clearly annoyed.

“It probably won’t help me,” Monty agrees. “But you would.”

Nate startles. “What?”

“I don’t need to know how to use a blaster,” Monty says, simply. “I have you.”

[A Rogue One AU.]

the look in your eyes (this dancing juice) by MelikaElena
Champagne is dangerous to Monty Green’s health; a drunk, flirty Nathan Miller even more so.

Loose Lips Sink Ships  by shinealightonme
Nate doesn’t know why the internet cares so much about his love life. Or why his ex’s fiancé’s ex is messaging him. Or what the hell he’s supposed to do about either of those things.

What he does know is that this is all Clarke’s fault.

magic is instinctual by jennycaakes (sequel to magic is weird)
Miller comes down with a cold. Magic is amazing, except when you’re sick.

Monty x Miller

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

Man’s Best Friend by Kacka
When Nate hears that Jasper is getting a puppy, he’s not immediately aware of the impact it will have on his life.

Monty Green, Private Eye by growlery
“Okay,” Monty says, rubbing his aching temples. He feels very film noir, which would have thrilled him back when he started this private investigator thing, but now just makes him want to take the world’s longest shower. “What do you need from me, exactly?”

Lincoln, who has the soulful eyes and perfectly chiselled features of a femme fatale but basically nothing else, sighs.

mouthfuls of forever by jennycaakes and MelikaElena
Miller wants to do things the right way with Monty. Monty just wants to do Miller. More or less, they compromise.

Or, how Monty and Miller fall in love.

My Kind of Mess by Kacka
Monty would be thrilled that The Most Beautiful Man in the World lives in his apartment building, if it weren’t for the fact that every time they run into each other Monty looks like the Creature from the Black Lagoon.

The One That Got Away by Mr_Dadamy_Blake and residentdelinquent
High school reunion with Monty still having feelings for the guy he liked in high school (was going to be part of a oneshot series but that’s probably never going to happen)

proceed as normal, nothing to see here by katsumi
When Bellamy gets in a fight with Clarke and spirals completely out of control, Monty learns that not only is Bellamy really bad at feelings—no surprise there—but Miller is, too.

A Recent Opponent Would Like to Be Your Friend by Chash
Monty does not, as a rule, accept friend requests from people he beats at Hearthstone anymore. He’s too smart for that. He knows they only end in abuse and stupidity.

But this was a really fun game, so he figures maybe it’ll turn out okay.

Just this once.

saw your face and got inspired by kissteethstainedred
Monty and Miller take the same train to and from the city every day (Monty may or may not have a crush).

tell me you’re with me so far by jennycaakes and MelikaElena
What’s a guy to do when his long-term boyfriend unexpectedly breaks up with him? The answer is not, by the way, do reckless things like push away all of your best friends and fall a little bit in love with a boy you barely know.

Nathan Miller does them, anyway.

Miller and friendship focused, Minty.

The Time It Takes to Get From Here to There by Chash
Nate hasn’t dated in a while, which is his excuse for being so awful at it. And his roommate is awful at it too, so it’s not like he has a good role model or anything. That’s why he’s a failure. It’s not his fault.

the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it by shinealightonme
Monty really wants Bellamy to stop antagonizing the Starbucks across the street, until it gives him something to talk to the hot new barista about.

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go by notjustalittlegirl
If Miller was being completely honest with himself, he knew exactly why he had agreed to chaperone the stupid dance. That would be Monty. Monty fucking Green.

Or the one where Minty are teachers who are chaperoning the Valentine’s Dance

this time it’s for galleons by jennycaakes
Clarke bets Miller that she can kiss more people by the next Quidditch match than he can. Monty doesn’t like being part of a bet.

Hogwarts AU, Miller x Monty

when we drive (in your car) by jennycaakes
The Problem: Monty is upset. The Reason: Unknown. The Solution: A road trip to the Pacific Ocean, just the two of them.

Where I Keep You in My Mind by bythelightofthenight
It’s unable to control love. There are bonded who marry, who separate, who never meet each other, who find one another and don’t care. There’s people who dedicate their lives to finding the one they’re bonded with, but there’s just as many who never spend a day of their lives thinking about it.

Nathan’s best friend happens to be the type to dream of a romantic bond. Bellamy loves the idea of love. He’s convinced he’s bonded with his soulmate.

When Nathan tells his father he wishes Bellamy could feel what he feels, David smiles kindly. Those feelings are just as important, he says.

- a soulmate ish au where you feel the other person’s emotions

you are my unraveling by katsumi
Miller is not worried. He’s concerned. There’s a difference.

Or: No one can get a hold of Monty, who’s driving through a snow storm to Clarke’s ski cabin for the weekend, and Miller has zero chill about it.

you know that you make it shine by kissteethstainedred
Nathan Miller, famous and record-breaking football star (and who never once listened to or even heard of Triptych), and Monty Green, member of the up-and-coming band Triptych (and who hated football), happened to meet though a night of random chance.

you’re all already dead by Ibbonray
“I’m sorry Bryan’s gone, but we’ve all lost someone.”

Miller laughs. His eyes are bleary, focused on Monty’s skinny wrists. “That’s right! You’re a murderer too.”

you’re my armor, i’m your defeat by jennycaakes
Monty and Miller have been dating for years, but when Harper comes to visit things start to get a little tricky.

Miller x Monty

why i mostly hate shipping/septiplier rant

this thought has been lurking around in the back of my mind on some things. it’s not like i’m trying to forget about it, but i just want to put something in for a once. also, don’t mistake the title ‘why i mostly hate shipping’ as ‘i hate shipping’. shipping is great and fun, but recently since the whole rant about septiplier, a lot of things have been going through my head, so i just want to clear this up.

last year, one of my friends was fangirling in lunch about the ship, which is of course, septiplier. i didn’t know anything else about the ship at the time, until i searched up what it actually was. the ship septiplier is a ship between the youtubers jacksepticeye and markiplier and the fandom was pretty much increasing at the time. and just like any other fangirl/boy, there’s that cliche thing: 'and then she found a new ship’.

septiplier has been my otp ranked first in the list of ships i have in my notes (pls don’t judge my habits) and was pretty much something i would watch on youtube everyday after to school to rewind and relax. it was great. i’d love to thank my best friend for letting me search up and find these two people who put some positivity into other people’s lives as well as mine and theirs.

now the thing was, my best friend who ships septiplier REAL hard, is one of the fangirls that likes to rage over other ships and claim them to be dead, as well making references every time we would talk and text each other. i was like that too before the whole rant, and from the looks of it i probably raged over the ships harder (not that i want this to be exaggerated or showy about this or anything) than her. we were both happy at the time and we had no problems with the ship.

that was until that one night at 12 or 1am when i was going through the septiplier tag on tumblr. (yes that was my night routine 2016 in a nutshell)

when i’m on tumblr, i rarely read the long passage of texts and fanfics, so i just skip them, but then i decided to read one about septiplier, knowing very little that it was going to change the way i looked at septiplier. it was a rant. it was telling the fans to stop writing smut and porn for the ship since it broke mark and jack’s relationship, and that one sentence which freaked me out: 'septiplier could be dead’. i came across more posts like this and i was starting to feel a bit hopeless as i was laying in my bed.

i took some screenshots and showed them to my best friend at school secretly, but it seemed like she just didn’t care. all i remember was that after giving my phone back to me and telling me 'ok’. just that. ok. i felt like i couldn’t trust her with this kind of news anymore, and she was the only friend in our group who only knows and ships septiplier. i bummed me and pissed me off. i kept on reading more posts for a few weeks and that’s when things started to crumble.

i began to ask questions to myself: what will happen to the ship? why isn’t it happening this year again? have mark and jack seen this post? i began t have doubts. doubts that fogged my persepective of septiplier and the way i thought of it. i changed the way i shipped people. it was ok. i was starting to forget about the ship, but there was one thing…

Jacksepticeye’s Q&A livestream.

i watched a bit of the stream throughout and had the usual reactions, freaking out, smiling and listening attentively with a stoic expression on my face. a few days later i went on the septiplier tag again and found a post with a gif of jack from the livestream with a caption saying 'I think everybody involved already knows at this point.’ I shrugged as clicked on the clip to watch, little did i know that this clip was going to haunt me for the rest of my life when i think about septiplier. he explained how the ship came from great and cute, to obnoxious and over-the-top. he and mark legitimately told the mature-writer/artist fans to stop writing and drawing smut/and porn, but nope. they were ignorant of their advice and did it anyway.

Jack’s analogy: 'Everybody was having a great time in the swimming pool, and then someone just had to take a big ol’ shit. Jus a big old shit that nobody wanted, so everybody left.’

The most heartbreaking and saddest thing that I have to mask over is that he even claimed that Septiplier is dead. Also saying that we have to grow up, and we can still ship it. I became so frustrated and confused. How can we still ship Septiplier if the fans who ship it hear from the person in real life say that it’s dead?! I don’t get how we can handle this after him saying it’s officially dead. I agreed at this point to the least, but hearing that broke me in two. I mean:

What happened?

Where did the 2015-2016 Septiplier go?

Here is some news I’ve been seeing on Tumblr and other social media for the past few months:
- Septiplier is dead
- Jack and Mark’s friendship is ruined
- Rants
- The balance between the hate and respect for Amy and Signe
- More rants
- Other ships 'taking over’
- 'Don’t take Tythan/Jelix too far like Septiplier’
- A few hate posts for other ships
- fanfics fluff or smut/fanfic ideas
- art
- the cartoonjunkie incident

i just want to put a message out here.

please be a true shipper and fangirl/boy by respecting other ships. we all have out fantasies and expectations which are addicting to write about, but we must learn to control them. for those of you who rage, please DON’T take anything else too far. it’s also tempting, but again we must learn how to control ourselves. show respect. show respect for ships like septiishu, amyplier, crankiplier and jelix/septicpie. DON’T EVEN THINK about posting any smutty fanfic or art, because youtubers are a part of us too. we don’t want to feel uncomfortable by seeing someone draw us and someone fucking each other; so it’s never okay.

i hope this rant has convinced some of you out there reading this, and if you didn’t really like reading this, i don’t give any fucks about your opinion of this right now. i just want to thank you for reading another boring, weak rant. :)


feel free to comment down your opinions if you’re still reading this :P i’m just a 13 year old girl posting her third post on tumblr lol

les amis en ligne

Pairing: hamlaf (hamilton x lafayette)

Premise: modern/college au where laf and ham find each other’s blogs on tumblr

Word Count: 885

Dedicated to: @viktorlester-yuurihowell​ (BEST PERSON EVER)

“Look at this!” Lafeyette cried, shoving his phone into Hercules’ hands. “I have never seen someone so passionate about the American government…”

Herc rolled his eyes. Over the past week, Laf had been routinely pestering him to look at some tumblr blog. It was super political, mostly long, ranting posts about the state of their nation. Laf’s blog was mostly memes (which he was only beginning to understand) and some political things, but he had fallen in love with this one blog, standfornothing-fallforanything.

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Wildflower CH1 (Ignis x Fem!OC)

A.N: I know I said this was an off-line week BUT I thought I’d start posting this work in progress here on tumblr for some feedback- because the concept of this work is pretty daring even for my style xD It’s meant to be a coming-of-age type story with a tragic twist- so let me know what you think <3

Slightly NSFW at the moment- more explicit content to come as story progresses. Um, yeah- SLOW BURN ALERT lol!

Tagging some pals: @blindbae, @nifwrites, @cupnoodle-queen, @itshaejinju, @hypaalicious, @alicemoonwonderland, @stunninglyignis, @neko-otaku13, @insomniacapples and @lupanaoflaminar <3

SUMMARY: Ignis was presented with the biggest challenge of his life when high Councillor Elvorix’s daughter was placed in his care. Demure, passionate, stubborn and incredibly lonely- Ignis wasn’t sure whether he was ready to take on such a big, fragile responsibility. But as he got to know Alicia, he couldn’t help but step up to the task. She was worth the trouble.

Chapter One: Behind Those Bushes

A young man wearing spectacles rode in the backseat of a luxury car on a warm spring afternoon. Dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and perfectly ironed black tailored pants, the young man crossed his legs and stared out of the darkly tinted window at the familiar scenery. High school students, his own age in fact, were energetically making their way to their own assigned destinations. Some may have been heading to cram schools, some may have been on their merry way to the local arcade, and others may have been running to part time jobs or even heading straight back home.

Ignis Scientia, however, was sitting in the backseat of a luxury car, in the middle of completing his undergraduate degree in political science and war strategy, on his way to pick up the Crown Prince of Lucis. The bespectacled young man let out a small sigh, barely detectable, blinking his dark green eyes tiredly before he began to run through his mental daily ‘to-do’ list.

Pick up the prince. Accompany him to his apartment. Check his homework load (and allocate completion times if necessary). Go back to the Citadel for combat training with his personal trainer, Nyx Ulric. Have a quick shower. Collect dinner ingredients from the local supermarket. Arrive at the prince’s apartment by six thirty. Have dinner served by seven.
Ignis quirked a troubled eyebrow. He forgot something…

His bare hand brushed the small plastic bag beside him and he almost rolled his eyes at his own forgetfulness.

Give the prince his pastries after dinner this time. Of course.

How could he have forgotten that?

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anonymous asked:

So I saw what requests you have in your inbox and didn't see mine, so I thought that tumblr deleted it. I'm sorry if you already have it! How would Lithuania, America, Iceland and Prussia react to s/o who they thought was always happy and cheerful coming to them and telling them she/he has depression?

Oh dear! This seems to be a reoccurring problem, I know other Admins have trouble with Tumblr eating asks sometimes too. I’m really sorry sugar, and thank you for being smart and double checking with me, because no I didn’t have it. I actually went back and checked my activity again and did not see it. However, because I’ve only been helping on this blog for a little while, it’s entirely possible it got swallowed up by Cookie Monster Tumblr before I became an admin, in which case, it would be hard for me to find. So I’m taking your word for it, anon. After this, I’m going to keep a better eye on the asks in my activity so that if it doesn’t show up in the inbox, I can write a post and ask the person to resend it. 

So I decided to write yours up real quick because I feel it’s only fair, but tomorrow (unless Mun Kai completes them, up to them), I will work on the two I mentioned were in the inbox and then the new ones I just got. I also want to say that I am always available for anyone who may need to talk, but that professional help is the best move to make, especially in the case of mental illness. Please, if anyone is struggling, I can give you a lot of resources and lend an ear, never be afraid. <3 

Iceland: When his s/o first confesses the truth to him, Iceland’s immediate reaction will be anger. Not at his s/o, no never! At himself, for not recognizing that they were in pain all this time! He wouldn’t show this to his s/o (or try his best not to at least), but on the inside he’d be very conflicted. He was a bit isolated growing up and there are a lot of things that he has trouble with, but still this is his s/o! After a moment, he’d pull them close, blushing a bit as he admits that he loves them and wants to be there for them in anyway that they need it. While the words would be a tiny bit embarrassing, he’s completely sincere and it’s important to him that his s/o is aware of this. So important in fact that he wouldn’t even speak to the other Nordics about what’s going on, because he respects that this is serious and between his s/o and him only. He would try to find ways to prove that he cares and it’s one night while they’re looking at the Auroras that he realizes he can’t do this alone. Though it hurts to know he’s not enough in this situation, Iceland would tell his s/o that the best option for them would be getting real help from someone who knows what they’re doing.

Lithuania: Toris would be so upset, oh poor dear. He keeps questioning himself internally when he learns the truth, because he feels like he should have been able to help them in some way. Of course he knows that depression doesn’t work like that and that it’s a good sign they’re coming to him to talk about it, because it means that his s/o trusts him. Still, he would take their hands in his and tell them right away that he loves them so much and that he’s sorry he didn’t realize the truth earlier. After a gentle hug and some time just holding each other, he would ask them if they’re comfortable talking about it a little more to him. Though he doesn’t consider himself depressed he does understand where his s/o is coming from once they explain. Living under Russia and being separated from Poland can be difficult sometimes. But he has his s/o now and they have him, and he’d tell them that with sincerity. There’s no need to hide things from him s/o, though of course he won’t push if they don’t want to talk. Toris will be a lot more aware from now on, that’s for sure. After doing a little research on his own, he’d encourage his s/o to seek help and of course, he’ll be moral support. 

America: He would be very confused and startled. He’s not always the most observant guy out there but still this is his s/o and he would think that if he should be able to read anyone it’s his s/o. He decides to talk to his s/o in one of his rare serious moments and really try and work through not only what’s going on with them, but why they felt the need to hide it from him. When he realizes that mental illness is complicated and it wasn’t necessarily that they didn’t trust him, he’d be a bit more relaxed. Still, Alfred would feel out of his element and unsure how else to help his s/o. He reassures them that they can always be honest with him and don’t need to hide the reality of their mental illness behind fake smiles. He loves them even with their mental illness and just wants to help them. He would also buy them anything he thought might cheer them up a little, even if only for a moment. He knows it won’t truly help in the long run but it hurts him to see them so broken. He would end up deciding to ask his s/o if they’re willing to go get some professional help, because he’s scared he won’t be enough to truly help them. The fact that he would ask for help shows how much Alfred really cares about his s/o. 

Prussia: Gilbert would be very understanding and supportive, immediately. Though he will never admit to anyone besides his s/o, he has dealt with his fair share of dark times, mentally. He’s always felt very alone and like he wasn’t truly a nation, and this has led to him being depressed. However, he tries his hardest to ignore these feelings and by projecting that he’s awesome and doing well to others, he can make himself believe it too. So his main focus would be making sure his s/o knows that he wants to be there for them and that’s he not going to think it’s something they can just brush off. He knows how serious it is and would really talk in depth about it to them, because he doesn’t want them to put it off any longer. Gilbert would start thinking up ways that he can help improve their mood on a day-to-day to basis, such as inviting them to exercise with him, taking them out to do fun things, or if they don’t want to do anything at all, just laying with them and holding them. Eventually though he would insist on them seeing a professional because he doesn’t want them to end up like him, hiding away all his problems.

-Mod Lily

anonymous asked:

37 for Nate and Elena?

its time for some mcfreakin angst

send me a prompt!

37. “Can I kiss you?”

Nate’s still there when she wakes again. He’s curled inwards on the chair, head ducked down low to squint at the paper of his journal in the low light of the fire. The sight makes her neck twinge in sympathy, but it’s a familiar enough position for him while he’s concentrating on something. It gives her a burst of nostalgia that she doesn’t bother to push down.

Her hand reaches out to touch the corner of the page, and he jolts upright when her fingers enter his view. “Oh—hey,” he breathes, face breaking into a smile. He snaps the book closed and gives her a worried look. “How you feeling?”

“Grubby and sore,” she complains. “But I’m fairly certain I won’t die now, so that’s an improvement.”

The resulting expression on his face makes her wish she’d kept the last part to herself, but it’s too late now. “Can I get you anything?” he asks, trying not to look too concerned.

“Water? My mouth feels all fuzzy.”

Nate helps her sit upright to take small sips at the cup he fetches her. It must be late with how dark it is outside, and Tenzin’s home is quiet. The only thing she can hear is the wind outside and her own laboured breathing.

“What time is it?” she asks when she finishes off the glass, and Nate sets it down in the table.

“Two-ish, I think? My watch broke, so I’m just judging by the moon.”

She nods and settles against the headrest of the bed. “And how are you holding up?” Elena gives a pointed look to his hip. His shirt is spotted with red again, but he isn’t nursing his side all that much, which she takes as a good sign.

He shrugs. “Sore enough to make sleep uncomfortable, but I’ll be fine.”

“So that’s why you’re doodling by candlelight.” She waves a hand at the journal in his hand. “What are you drawing?”

His face goes immediately red, visible even in the dim light. “Ah, just uh… just you.”

She raises a brow to cover the fluttering in her chest. “Oh really? Can I see?”

He weighs his options for a moment, considering, then bobs his head. “Sure. It’s not done yet, or anything, just rough sketches.” Nate gets off his chair again and hands his journal to her, muttering a few more excuses for the low quality that she ignores.

He’s drawn her a few times before, when they were sort-of-kind-of-dating. Mostly just idle sketches, hints of her profile curling along the edges of his notes, or the messy bun of her hair. He’d even traced the outline of her body once, prompting her to call him Jack for the next few days, a nickname he thoroughly rebelled against.

This drawing isn’t an idle half-sketch or risqué rendition of her, though. Despite his various complaints about the quality, it’s a highly detailed illustration of her sleeping. Her brow is creased with pain, her hands curling up with the bedsheets, and her right side is covered in bandages. It’s a good sketch—beautiful, really—but it’s a little too accurate for her liking.

“Damn, I really look that bad,” she murmurs. Nate squirmed in his place beside her.

“I didn't—”

“It’s not a critique, Nate,” she assures him, looking away from the page. “It’s really good, actually.”

“Thanks.” He grabs the book back from her and shoves it in his back pocket, safe from prying eyes. “Started it a few days ago, so you’re not—you look a lot better now.”

She grins at him and wipes at her face, which is sweaty and way too warm for her liking. “That’s very generous of you to say.”

“No, really.” He sits down again, but he doesn’t quite look at her. “You do. I was… you looked like you were dead, ‘lena. I kept thinking you’d gone in your sleep, and then you’d breathe and I—” his hands knotted together between the brace of his legs, and his head dipped low. His words came out small, as if confessing his fears gave them some truth. “I wanted to keep you around somehow, in case anything happened.”

She hears a lot of what else he doesn’t say in his quiet whisper. That dead bodies don’t look like living ones, and he’d draw any expression she was wearing, so long as it was a living one. That he needed desperately something more substantial than old, mindless doodles of her, even if it was far more painful. And that he’d been a hell of a lot more afraid of losing her than she could’ve ever guessed from him, especially after how they’d fizzled out and drifted apart.

Her hand ventures away from the bed again, and goes to rest on his clasped fists. Nate looks up at her, uncurling from the ball he’d practically pulled himself into on the chair. “Can I kiss you?” she asks him. This time he does meet her eyes.

His mouth pulls up into a tentative smile. “Why’re you asking me?”

“Because I can’t move,” she explains. “So I need you to come here.”

He laughs at that, the tension draining from his body, and he moves to sit down on the lip of her mattress. She’s still sitting up, so the angle isn’t too awkward. Definitely something she can work with.

Her hand finds the familiar place at the back of his neck and pulls him in close. His arm rests on the bed beside her as he ducks down to press his mouth to hers. It’s a soft contact, barely felt if not for how focused she is on him, and she presses into his lips to pull him closer. She’d almost died forty-eight hours ago, but she isn’t made of glass.

Still, it’s not a great kiss. Her mouth tastes sour and her right side is on fire and Nate smells like he’s a few days late for a shower. She breaks off and pulls his head in to her neck instead, pressing her cheek to his.

“Your mouth does feel fuzzy,” he mumbles into her hair, making her wince as she stifles a laugh.

“And you smell horrible.”

She feels him grin into the shell of her ear. “Still pretty romantic, though.”

Elena suppresses another laugh, and only partially succeeds. “I’m starting to think you’re a masochist.”

He pulls away to grin down at her. “Never complained before.”

“I wouldn’t get very far if I felt your idea of romantic was morally dubious.”

Nate shrugs, still grinning, as if they hadn’t just been talking about her dying a few moments ago. She’s glad to see things haven’t changed too much between them, at least. “That’s what you get for dating a criminal.”

“Well, Mr. Criminal,” she continues with a hard eye-roll. “Can I get another glass of water?”

He ducks down to kiss her once more, quick and gentle, then pushes off from the bed. “Coming right up.”