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Complicated Little Emotions- Part 1

Part 2 should be posted in the next couple of days. That’s where the direct sherlolly interactions will begin. Thanks for bearing with me, readers. ;))

The door to her flat shut, not even hard, but it still made Molly wince in pain. She stood there for a few moments, frozen with her arms crossed tightly over her middle as she felt heat pool in her face and pressure build throat. She could hardly breathe at first, and when her body finally insisted on air, the process became an agonizing combination of respiration and sobbing.

With her vision now horribly blurred, Molly marched down the hallway and into her bedroom. The force of her steps set Toby on alert and he jetted from the bed to hide underneath the armchair by her window. Which was fortunate for him, seeing as Molly was in no mood to be gentle with the bed linens.

She whipped the duvet and sheet from off the bed and tossed it on the floor, along with the throw blanket that hung on the footboard. She violently removed the pillow cases; all four regular ones and the two shams. Amongst sobs that were growing louder by the moment, she climbed onto the bed to tug the corners of the fitted sheets and mattress pad away from the mattress, sniffling as she finally balled them up and chucked them at the floor along with the rest of the items.

She collapsed then, atop her completely bare bed, curling up and weeping uncontrollably. How stupid she felt; utterly ridiculous and childish! Molly couldn’t even believe that she’d managed to convince herself that somehow things would be anything other than what they were this morning. How, in the moments that it took for her to make that decision the night before, did she conclude that things would somehow turn out well?

Molly lay there fifteen minutes later, spent from crying, staring blankly up at her ceiling. Toby felt it safe to join her and she absentmindedly scratched his fuzzy head and felt the soft rumbling of his purring against her side. It hurt so badly to lay there feeling like she did at that moment. The contrast to twelve short hours before was so very extreme. It really was too awful to dwell on. She decided that she really shouldn’t.

A few minutes later, Molly Hooper forced herself to get up, start the linens washing, get ready for work, and get on with her life.

Sherlock pulled up a chair and sat down across from his brother, both of their expressions weary, even three weeks after their lives completely changed. Mycroft dumped a file on the desk in front of Sherlock and smiled tightly.

“All loose ends officially tied then?” Sherlock questioned softly as he picked up the file.

“Yes, I should say so. Even Mummy and Daddy seem relatively at ease.” Mycroft sighed. “Largely thanks to you.”

The two brothers exchanged a look for a moment, both fully aware of the part that each of them had played, good and bad, and the way their lives would never be the same.

Mycroft drew a deep breath. “Oh and the search was done, as you requested. During the work day of course, so she was completely unaware.”

Sherlock’s leaned forward in interest and he set the file down again. “And?”

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“Fortunate Son” from Ao3 by @anna-droid
didn’t draw this from the actual fic but i enjoyed reading it

Multi-chapter fics need love

Attention everyone.

The more chapters a fic has, the MORE YOU NEED TO COMMENT. 

I’m looking at all these fics with lots of kudos, lots of hits, lots of subscriptions I’m sure, and then *crickets* at an update. IF THERE ARE SAY 100 PEOPLE SUBSCRIBED, WHY ARE THERE ONLY TWO COMMENTS?? Let’s say only 10% of the people still read it. That’s ten comments that should be there. 

Too shy or worried or blah to comment? Here’s some copypastes for you:

  • I love this chapter so much.
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  • It makes me happy when I see there is an update. 
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  • I’ve been following since the beginning and it’s better than I imagined.
  • I’ve fallen in love with your characterization.
  • *quote your favorite part* This is my favorite! 
  • This fic made me think about a lot of things. 
  • I’ve learned some things about myself reading this story.
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Use one! Use all! There are endless possibilities! Don’t feel pressured to write an essay. Just say that you are still here and you’re happy! 

It would be preferable for you not to say 

  • Can’t wait for the next chapter!

It’s ok when combined with other things, but if that’s all you say…..? We’re looking for love on the hard work we just posted

When you post your first chapter/oneshot, you worry: “Is anyone reading it? Does anyone like it? PLease someone, anyone!?” and you wait for people to come into your space. 

When you post your Xth chapter, you already know that people are reading it, there’s already a crowd gathered. Even if it’s only a few people, you know that they are there. “Does no one like it? What’s going on? What happened? Everyone loved it before?? I thought?? Did I mess up?”


Love your author. They need it. 

Homestuck fic gothic

@curlicuecal I did the thing

There has recently been an influx in Dave crackships. Davefef. DavePM. DaveDaveSerenity.  DaveDaveGamzeeDave. Daves upon Daves upon Daves. You go through the entire archive. The character tags repeatedly list Dave and only Dave. You reread the actual comic. The first page begins with “A coolkid stands in his room.” You hate time travel.

You read a fic instead of sleeping. Your mind grows weary, and the shadows in your room seem to grow. The words melt down the screen, bubbling and churning as something underneath stirs. A presence looms over you and grasps at your mind. You blink, and find yourself in the middle of a Squiddles intermission chapter. You stop reading.

You don’t get why there are so many JohnDave fics. The filter says there are more than 4000 results. Why is it so popular? You refresh the page, hoping for a new fic containing your rarepair. There are 5000 result for JohnDave now. You refresh the page. 7000. 10000. 15000. Please. You just want one. One rarepair fic. You refresh the page.

One writer has decided to give the Trolls literal snakes in place of their tentabulges, in a horrific combination of troll and cherub reproductive biology. Other fics soon follow suit. Nobody finds anything wrong with this.

Scourge Sisters and Equius. Arasol and Equius. Dirkjake and Equius. He looks on in silent judgment as pairings kiss and cuddle and fuck. Why is he there. Where is he coming from. Nobody seems able to answer your questions.

Someone asks you about the dead lesbians trope. You don’t understand. What dead lesbians? Rosemary is the strongest pairing you have ever shipped. They crush all their enemies with ease and have gratuitous makeouts afterwards. “Please help,” the authors beg. “They’ve become too powerful. We can’t control them.” You fail to see what the problem is.

You hear a noise outside your room at 3 in the morning. You open the door. Andrew Hussie is sobbing on the hallway floor, surrounded by miniature figurines of horses. You close the door.

They’re a few six-packs deep when it begins to become apparent that something is wrong with Dirk.

Many spectacular evenings have begun with a group of people deciding to have a few quiet drinks at home. This particular group happened to have just conducted a highly successful raid on a government facility, extracting around half a dozen Persons of Interest, including three leather-clad gentlemen and a young lady in need of a good scrub. The conquering heroes are now, for not necessarily related reasons, in hiding from the government in a room in a hotel in a city far from Seattle, but nice all the same.

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A little canon OTRA Lilo, rated M, for @umthatsliam coz you’re pretty.  😘

“C’mon, try.”

“I don’t want to.”

“C’mon… For me?”

Louis huffs. Using his puppy eyes on him… Liam’s playing dirty. “I feel stupid,” he says, because he does. The arena looks ghostly and foreboding in the starlit night, and the stage is intimidating in a way it never is when the five… four of them are on it. “There isn’t any music.”

“M’afraid blasting Girl Almighty might attract attention, Tommo,” Liam says with a chuckle, right into Louis’s ear. Louis shivers. Liam is standing altogether too close for comfort, less than an inch of space between Louis’s back and Liam’s front, Liam’s broad hands firmly placed on Louis’s hips in an attempt at guiding him.

“C’mon, just try,” Liam says again, before launching into Act My Age, voice low and deep, gently pushing Louis’s hips this way and that.

“I’m not sure a shimmy is the best choreography for this song,” Louis quips, feeling his cheeks flush and hoping Liam might mistake it for deep embarrassment, which isn’t completely off the mark, either.

“First you shimmy, then you jump,” Liam says, getting back into the song.

Louis knows there’s no point arguing, so he tries to move his hips, feeling like a fool the entire time. He didn’t use to care about his stage presence. But ever since Z- ever since it’s only the four of them up there, he’s been feeling put on the spot. Harry is all over the place like a discombobulated giraffe, Niall’s got his guitar, and Liam… Louis can never look at Liam too much when he’s on stage or he starts forgetting the words to the songs. And then there’s him, standing in place like a flower pot.

He didn’t use to care, but… things are different now.

Which is why when Liam offers to coach Louis a little on “getting his groove on”, Louis readily accepts. The fact that this will score him some very alone time with Liam is honestly just a bonus.

At first.

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The first time was unplanned. He looked up at me from under that damn tree, his hair sticking up like always. I wanted to be the one making it look like such a fucking mess. I wanted to run my hands through that horrible messy hair of his and to kiss him, and for him to kiss me back.

I don’t know what made me break just then. Maybe it was the way that he bit his lip in slight confusion as I lingered for a moment longer than usual without insulting him. Maybe it was just because I simply could not hold back any longer after all these years. Either way, I broke. As he stood to confront me (probably expecting to be hexed), I took him by the shoulders and pulled him close. Before I could think or her could react, I kissed him. It almost seemed as if he was kissing me back for a moment, that all of my hoping and fantasizing could be brought to reality. Of course, nothing like that could ever happen to me. He quickly shoved me away, his face contorted with confusion and anger.

“What the fuck, Mal-”
His green eyes, his fucking beautiful bright green eyes, went blurry for a moment. He sat back down against the tree. As he refocused, he narrowed his eyes at me.

“What are you looking at, Potter?” I managed to snap at him bitterly, hoping that I didn’t look flustered.

“Sod off, Malfoy.” He spat back, turning back to his book.


The second time happened with intent. After I realized that I could hypothetically continue to snog Potter every time we were alone together, I decided to seize the opportunity before Christmas break ended and everyone got back.

This time, I stopped him in the corridor outside of the Gryffindor common room.

“What do y-”

My lips were already on his, taking all I could out of the moment in the split second before he could push me away again.


I briskly walked around the corner. He would not even remember seeing me this morning.

That night, I lay awake trying to recall every detail of the kiss, of Harry fucking Potter’s lips. I’m nearly positive that it was just my foolish desire screwing with my mind, but it felt almost like he relaxes, even if it was just for one second before I wiped his memory.

But no, that’s not possible.


By the fifth time, it was almost a habit to sweep him away in the corridors.


By the tenth time, it was simply second nature once I neared him.


By the twentieth time, it had become an addiction. In only three days, everybody would be back and it would be nearly impossible to get Harry alone ever again.


I had only one thought in my mind: “I am completely, hopelessly in love with Harry Potter, and I am completely, hopelessly fucked.”


I find myself drawing my mind the moment I see him leave the library. (He’s been spending quite a lot of time in there lately. I wonder what he’s up to.) He looks unusually determined, however. I’ll just walk by this time and pretend to be on my way to- I don’t know, it’s not like I expect him to interrogate me or anything.

“What are you up to, Malfoy?” Potter asks accusingly as if it’s against the rules to stroll the castle.

Or maybe he is planning to interrogate me.

“What’s it to you, Potter?” I reply, continuing to walk. He grabs my shoulder before I pass him.

“Maybe I don’t want to be snogged and obliviated every day.” He said, raising an eyebrow.


This could ruin me.

I don’t even want to think about how many years in Azkaban this will be, obliviating Harry Potter, kissing him, at least 25 times, without his consent.

But why does he look so damn amused? He probably can’t wait to see me behind bars.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Potter.” I growl, glaring at him. His hand is still on my shoulder. I don’t move.

He holds up a book, “Memory Games: Recognizing and Curing Minor Obliviation”.

“I think you do know what I’m talking about, Draco.”

“You can’t tell anyone, Potter. This could ruin me. Please, I’ll- I don’t know, just-”

“I’m not going to tell anyone.”

This takes me completely by surprise. Why wouldn’t he want me arrested, humiliated, ruined? After all, we’ve always been enemies of a sort.


Damn my nervous stutter.

“Well, I said I didn’t want to be snogged and obliviated, but I wouldn’t mind just knocking off the memory-wiping part.”

Is he saying that he wants to kiss me?

“So I wouldn’t mind if you kept it up, minus the obliviating part of course. How does that sound?”

I’m frozen. Harry wants to kiss me. He wants me to kiss him. I want to say something, but I’m just gaping like a bloody fool. His hand drifts down my shoulder and he takes my hand, lightly tugging me just a little bit forward. I’m so close I can feel his breath on my face. He closes the distance between us and suddenly I can move again. This time, it feels so much nicer. I have time to feel his lips on mine, to feel him softly kissing back. It’s not rushed and forceful like all of the other times. It’s slow and soft and filled with emotion. As he pulls apart from me, I gasp quietly. Of course since my emotions are such a fucking mess today, this causes me to blush and I’m sure I look like an idiot.

“It sounds wonderful.” I say, smiling uncontrollably.

“Wonderful.” He replies, leaning back into me.



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VOLTRON is an organisation renewed after almost 10 years out of service. It’s new members; Shiro, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge undertake missions that others refuse to take. It’s only natural that they have to put their life on the line once in awhile but that’s okay when you’re with a team. A solo mission, however? Never been done.

The only one who can possibly complete it is Lance McClain. A couple of months staying outside Mexico City? Not a problem. By himself? Not ideal. Staying inside one of the biggest, underground, international drug trafficking organisation? Slight problem.

so this is the first chapter of a klance fic i’m working on that’s on ao3 (linked above) it’d be cool for you to check it out if you want to :)

“Lance, you need to understand the danger you are going to be in. If you go, there’s no telling exactly how many risks you’ll put yourself in and we will not be able to help you,” Allura said in a serious tone. “You know we would normally send Shiro for such a mission but…” She trailed off. “You’re the only one of us who can infiltrate without causing too much attention. You know the language and fit the typical physical description of the average trafficker from this place.”

“Whoa, ‘average’? Allura, that’s a low blow,” Lance joked. He got several glares from the rest of his team. Clearly, none of them were enjoying the fact they were shipping Lance off to Mexico for a couple of months.

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What does this mean?

Hi! So I’ve never really shared a lot of my writing but I wrote this for Des-Zimbits who wanted a Patater fic :) Hopefully you like it! Sorry if there are any mistakes in here, and this is my first fic soo yeah. Its also on Ao3 under the same title :)

Bitty had brought them pies after practice. It definitely was not in their meal plan, but nobody could deny Bitty’s pies and cute puppy face of happiness. Jack had an arm around his shoulder, and a little half smile directed at him. Alexei saw Jack and Bitty whispering quietly to each other while everyone had begun tucking into their slices of pie. Alexei could see that Jack was a little tense, but had relaxed when Bitty began rubbing circles on his arm. Jack took a deep breath, before turning to everyone and beginning to speak.

“I wanted to tell you guys, that Bitty and I are dating, and we hope that you can be as happy for us as we are with each other” Jack gave a timid smile at his team, who had all stopped eating and stared at the couple. A brief moment passed of silence, and then Alexei’s booming voice spoke up.

“Zimmboni! I always making mistake! Saying you date girl.” He gave Jack a playful glare, and Jack grinned back at him, grateful for Tater’s never failing cheer. Everyone had already began chirping them, telling them how cute they looked together, spitting pie everywhere with how excited they were.

“We are always gonna support you Jack, because we’re a team, and a team always has each other’s backs” Marty gave them a smile after he finished speaking, and a chorus of agreement came from the players. Alexei grinned happily, thinking of his own blond boyfriend who he loved with his whole heart. He suddenly coudn’t wait to get home and skype Kent later that day, to tell him about Jack and Bitty and how in love with each other they looked. After multiple more pieces of pie, and many more thanks and congratulations, everyone eventually left the rink and returned home.

It was four in the afternoon when Alexei finished his small list of errands, and he mentally did a check of Kenny’s schedule to see if he would be out of practice yet. He decided he would just text him, and determine whether or not he was out of practice based on his response. He shoved his apartment door open and placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, letting his hockey bag slump off his shoulder and onto his marble floors. He quickly put the food away and sat on the couch, promising himself he would put his hockey gear and sweaty jersey away after he skyped Kent. He texted his boyfriend, inquiring about his practice time, and kicked off his shoes, leaning back against the couch’s armrest, reaching for the tv remote and turning on animal planet. Half an hour later, Alexei is receiving a FaceTime from Kenny. He’s quickly accepting the call, trying to turn the tv off, sit up and turn his phone volume up all at the same time.  Kent’s beautiful face is filling his phone screen, and Alexei’s smile is splitting his face in half as his boyfriend greets him.

“Hey Baby! I just got back to the house. How was your practice today?” Kent’s caring nature towards Alexei just makes his smile grow in size. “You will never guessing what is happen today!” Alexei doesn’t wait for Kenny to respond before he’s talking again. “Zimmboni is dating cute baker Bittle! They are most adorable together. Love each other full of pails!” Kent has a confused expression on his face before he gets it and starts chuckling.

“Tater do you mean bucket loads?” Kent is still walking around his house while talking, his giggles echoing inside the large space. “Yes, yes!” Tater says back enthusiastically. “So I’m thinking.. Maybe is time for us too.” Alexei grows serious when he addresses Kent again. Kent has also lost his playful expression, and Tater watches as he sits down on his red colored couch. Him and Kent had gone shopping together for new furniture last year, Kent complaining that his cream colored couch had too many beer stains on it. “Alexei, are you sure? This is pretty big. I mean, I’m happy with the way things are now, but if you want to come out to the team, I’m there Xi.” Alexei sat there in thought for a few moments, thinking about it. Kenny and him had been together for a long time now (two years, 4 months, and 3 weeks, but it’s not like Alexei was counting) and he wanted to come out to the team. Maybe not publicly just yet, they still had time, but it would be nice if he could talk about Kent like he wanted to, to gush about how much Kent loved Kit that he dressed her up in little clothing around the holidays, or how Kent looked like a god when the morning light hit his cute sleepy face. Tell them that the only reason Kent went outside in the snow was so that Alexei could make him spicy hot cocoa, and how Kent had the cutest nose scrunch, secretly loved soap operas, and was very picky about his blankets. Kent says it’s how they feel against his skin. Alexei thinks about all that, and decides that yes, he to can tell the team how in love he is with his boyfriend.

“Kenny,” He says, smiling, “I’m wanting to tell team how much I love you.” Kent returns his grin and nods. “Okay Xi. We’ll tell them when I come out there next month, okay?” Alexei groans good naturedly, throwing his head back and making overly dramatic noises of distress. “But Kenny next month is too far! Team need to know about cute nose scrunch now!” Kent rolls his eyes but his face cracks into a smile.

“You silly, sappy, ridiculous russian! You better not tell them embarrassing things about me,” Kent gives him a playful glare and stern finger shake, “You can wait until next month!” Alexei lets out a laugh, and Kent joins him with his cute little giggles. They talk for another hour before saying goodbye with promises of more calls the next day, and blowing kisses to each other for another ten minutes before they actually end the video call.

A month later, Alexei and Kent show up to Morning skate together.

Rockabye - A Victuuri Week Fic

Title: Rockabye

Author: themagicmicrobus (yours truly)

Rating: General

Warnings: None!

Summary: When Viktor gets home, there’s a letter on the front steps. A highly anticipated, much hoped for letter. A letter with multiple lives hanging on it.

But now it’s here and he isn’t sure that he’s ready for it.

Yuuri knows better.

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Sterek AU — Cowboy!Derek  [ 1 / 3 ]
↳ in which Derek works at Stilinski’s ranch the summer Stiles returns from school

James Newton Howard - The Gravel Road

( this only happened because of this commission I made for literaryoblivion that made my bestie Ty‘s cowboy fetish resurface so I wrote him 5k whoops <3 )

Derek knows, the moment he enters the stables, what’s waiting for him there. Or rather: who.

He’s barely stepped in far enough to be out of sight from the house, where the ranch owner’s wife is still sipping her afternoon tea on the front porch, when a pair of hands grabs him by his belt loops and pull him into a shadowed corner. The reins that’s been slung over his shoulder are dropped to the floor with a dull thud against the concrete. Derek grunts a little when his back hits the wall, but there’s already a smile growing at the corner of his mouth as his gaze lands on his capturer.

Stiles; son of the man who hired Derek to work at his ranch. His beautiful face is lit up by that young and mischievous spark in his brown eyes, accompanied by the dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he takes one step back, never letting go of Derek’s belt.

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Based off of my little headcanon that Asahi wears contacts - Admin Hope

Asahi Azumane x Sugawara Koushi

Asahi definitely wasn’t a morning person, he always hit the snooze button at least three times before getting out of bed. On days like this he was so happy that he had to wear a uniform because then he didn’t have to go through the trouble of picking out an outfit. 

Lazily walking into his bathroom to brush his teeth and change from his glasses into his contacts, remembering that it was time to change the old contacts to a new pair Asahi threw his old ones away and got out the box that had two containers left. Opening each of them and taking one of the contacts out of the case and getting really close to his mirror making sure to put it in right, he didn’t realize that he knocked over the other container that held the other contacts and it rushed into the drain of his sink. 

Blinking the water that formed in his eyes he went to get the other contact seeing that the little plastic case was in the sink. His eyes widened as he felt around for it. “Fuck!” He yelled crouching down to look if he had anymore boxes of contacts only to realize that, that was his last one. 

Asahi sighed and rested his head against the frame of the door. “Asahi, if you don’t hurry up you’re going to be late!” His mother called and he sighed taking out the other contacts and putting his glasses back on. Quickly brushing his hair and teeth before rushing out of his room grabbing his backpack and gym bag as well as the lunch his mother packed for him. 

“Oh you’re wearing your glasses! You should start wearing your hair down too Asahi.” She said and he kissed her cheek. 

“Please remind me to get more contacts after school.” He said and she nodded as he walked out the door. Knowing very well that he already missed morning practice he just went straight to his shoe locker and changed before making his way to his classroom. 

Pushing up his glasses every couple of seconds he sat down and sighed getting out a couple things for the beginning of class. “Azumane-kun, when did you get glasses they look so cute!” One of his classmates exclaimed and her friend agreed.

Asahi’s face turned red as more girls from his class gathered around his desk. “I’ve always had them I’ve just never worn them to school before because I wear contacts.” He says and the girls all ‘aw’. 

“You should wear them more often Azumane-kun they really fit you.” Another said and they all leaned against his desk. 

“Uh, thank you.” He said softly pushing up the round glasses as another class mate called for him.

“Asahi, Suga wants to talk to you.” He said and Asahi immediately rose from his seat walking out of the room and with Suga in the hall. He sighed as Suga raised an eyebrow at his glasses. 

“Thank you, I don’t know why but they all just started to come to my desk.” Asahi said and Suga gave him a warm smile. 

“Why didn’t you ever say you had glasses?” Suga asked and Asahi shrugged.

“It never really came up, and during training camps I always wear my contacts that I can wear over night so I don’t have to wear them.” Asahi spoke, pushing up the rims and Suga stopped and looked at the taller boy. “I just don’t think they look that good on me is all.”

What? Asahi they look pretty cute on you, to me and apparently all of those girls that were by your desk.” He says and Asahi begins to blush again. 

“Ah Koushi not you too!” He said covering his face with his hands and Suga went to pry them away giving Asahi another gentle smile.

“Stop being so embarrassed, it’s making you even more cute.” Suga teases and Asahi whines. 

“Suga stop it.” He says and Suga nods letting him go as they begin to walk again. 

“But you do look really cute in them.”


it is absolutely astounding to me that probably nobody involved in making empire strikes back knew that han solo and lando calrissian are ex-lovers

and yet there they are, in this movie, clearly being canonically exes because there is literally no other way to read the scenes between them


*has nightmare where goes to AO3 and sees three really long comments that would normally be exciting*

*each part of the review is, instead, an in-depth analysis if everything wrong in the works I’m most proud of. Points are well-supported, defended with examples and evidence, and is completely accurate. Even has appropriate quotes and a works cited page*

*I am rationally convinced through reasonable arguments and logic that my work is trash*

*looks away from computer in shock at this new revelation only to find I’m wearing no shoes in a public place (the nightmare I have most often–I don’t know why dream-me is terrified of going out in public with no shoes, but it’s always the worst and I wake up terrified every time)*

I was not prepared for last night. 

In Hiatus I have read like twenty fics a week, so here is my version of a malec fic rec :) 

** are personal favorites :)

In the Sin Bin **
11/? | 66,863 | E

As the goalie for the New York City Blazing Angels, Alec Lightwood thinks he’s finally found the team he can go all the way to the championship cup with. Then his agent and financial advisor are arrested for stealing their clients’ money, and Alec is forced to take on a side job doing endorsement deals, plus find a way to trust his new agent–Magnus Bane.

Alec hates Magnus the first time he sets eyes on him.

Magnus hates Alec more.

But they’re going to have to find some way to work together if Alec is going to make it to the championship.

Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things (series) **
4/4 works | 37,529 | E

In which Alec Lightwood confronts a lifetime of issues about his appearance, and slowly, with a lot of help, learns that he’s allowed to be pretty.

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Top 75 Fics of 2015

So, this list is long and @sloumate and I had lots of discussion about what was “fair” so, here is the premise behind this list: to be considered the fic had to begin and end in 2015, then I used the AO3 Kudos filter and the AO3 Bookmark filter to come up with a combined number of kudos and bookmarks. What you see here is a list of the top 75 fics that began and ended in 2015. Head on over to @larrieslibrary and vote for your favorite 2015 fic. I had to write in my favorite.

  1. Escapade by @haydolce
  2. As You Are by @zarahdetand
  3. The Dead of July by @whimsicule
  4. led by your beating heart by @paynner
  5. let me make a thing of cream and stars by @paynner
  6. In Dreams by @haydolce
  7. You’re An Asshole (But I Love You) by @theboyfriendstagram
  8. Always Come Back To You by @crazyupsetter
  9. like an animal (i wanna feel you from the inside) by @bottomlinsons
  10. Loving You Is Free by @littlelouishiccups
  11. Outwit, Outplay, Outlast by dancesongsoul, lookatyourchoices
  12. don’t tell the gods (we left a mess) by @bottomlinsons
  13. always one foot on the ground by @lissomely
  14. walk my days on a wire by @theprizeofcoolness
  15. Pi Time by @thedarkestlarrie
  16. baby look what you’ve done to me by @harryscontentbum
  17. May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by @loaded-gunn
  18. (your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones by @flimsi
  19. you burn with the brightest flame by @povverbottoms
  20. i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam by @mytinylou
  21. Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes by @tummylinson
  22. Both Showing Hearts by @icanhazzalou
  23. we’ve got the world in our hands by @povverbottoms
  24. After Hours by @mizzwilde
  25. bring out feelings in me i never show by @tornorrows
  26. we can take the long way home by @eleadored
  27. everything i can arrange, every part of me you change by @tornorrows
  28. You Take Me Over, You’re the Magic in My Veins by @supernope
  29. Indestructible by @crazyupsetter
  30. nobody shines the way you do by @quitefinishedlarry
  31. keep our memories warm with me by @lissomely
  32. Glow by @haydolce
  33. Every Arrow That I Aim Is True by estrella30
  34. so grab your passport and my hand by @infinitelymint
  35. spice up your life by @bottomlinsons
  36. Mr. Tomlinson by @canonlarry
  37. sweet, where you lay by @infinitelymint
  38. leave it to the breeze by @hattalove
  39. bite me by happilylarry
  40. Cupid’s Chokehold by bluelemur
  41. happiness comes in on tiptoe by @mytinylou
  42. Make It Everlasting So Nothing’s Incomplete by @supernope
  43. be with you day and night by @harryscontentbum
  44. These Constant Stars by @stylinsoncity
  45. Right Side of the Wrong Bed by @hazandlouwho
  46. kiss me on the mouth and set me free by @fukcinglouis
  47. Untangle Me by @richardlawsonofficial
  48. Marking Up The Atmosphere by @harryendous
  49. Standing on the Edge of Forever by @sullensunshine
  50. We Were Made to Love by @supernope
  51. Just A Feeling by @crazyupsetter
  52. shine by @lourrynavy
  53. Are You Gonna Be My Girl? by @loaded-gunn
  54. Orange Canvas by @thedarkestlarrie
  55. You’ve got to see yourself from far and wide by @ygtsyffaw
  56. give you my fever by @beautlouis
  57. Two Steps Behind by @sarcredhrt
  58. to be a muse may be enough @thightats
  59. In Vogue by @otpwhatever
  60. my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you’re on my mind) by @sa-voix
  61. please don’t be in love with someone else by @quitefinishedlarry
  62. Just For Me by @canonlarry
  63. Web Me Harder by @canonlarry
  64. I See Your Colours and I’m Dying of Thirst by taking_sweet_time
  65. If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night) by FallingLikeThis (Zayniam), Rearviewdreamer
  66. to be loved (and to be in love) by @pointstohome
  67. Our blood is boiling by @delicatelouis
  68. Amazing Sin by thecheshirepussycat
  69. The Way You Make Me Feel by @achilleus
  70. Promise You’ll Remember That You’re Mine by @shitucute
  71. we’re the new romantics by lovefern
  72. you strike a match by @lourrynavy
  73. i’ll be yours to keep by midnights
  74. read you for some kind of poem by @dylobrien
  75. Life Won’t Wait by @crazyupsetter

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after listening to this song it inspired me to write a little klance fic (though im not much of a writer). enjoy under the cut! edit: its also on ao3!!

Teeth brushed and hair towel dry, Keith prepares to retire for the day. Being defenders of the universe didn’t mean skipping on any training. And when it comes to training, Keith really gives it his all, leaving him utterly exhausted by the end of it. Shiro has warned him several times not to overexert himself and, as usual, Keith only half listens and exerts himself anyways. 

He can only blame his rash behavior for pushing him to his limit. But the feeling of taking a nice hot shower relaxes his muscles and in a way sort of rewards his rashness.

As Keith walks towards his room, he hears faint music blaring from the room next to his. Lance’s room.

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