myane

Me + Fanfic over the years
  • 2009: oh look, fanfiction. So I'll just read it for this one ship in this one fandom
  • 2010: okay well I've got more ships and fandoms now so I'll just read everything that's not an au
  • 2011: aus are fine, I love aus, give me all of them as long as they're straight, because I'm not gay haha
  • 2012: gay. Super gay. I am really the gayest. Give me all the gay. Just no angst.
  • 2013: Lives, breathes and bleeds angst. I am a being fueled entirely by angst. As long as there's no main character death make it as angsty as possible
  • 2014: I particularly like the one where this guy dies because then everyone is especially sad. I guess my line now is just no ot3s..? Like only monogomy??
  • 2015: Fuck love triangles everyone is dating everyone it's all solved, you get an ot3 and you get an ot4. Look I'll ship whatever. Just no real people cause that's weird haha
  • 2016: Here's my super angsty gay ot6 RPF with 3 AUs and major character death, It's 10k of just the bullet point ideas and only 2k has actually been written in paragraphs RIP me

I wanna feel you close to me
I wanna hear you beg and plead
I want to see you sick for me
A new kind of love
No remedy

yet another image to share:

drunk fahc michael getting fighty and overall causing mayhem and Ryan just having none of it tonight, picking Michael up and throwing him over his shoulder. Michael sputters and fights but his face and ears are turning bright red

so i’ve mentioned how my favorite thing is fake ah crew ryan being a complete dork masquerading as a badass, right

one night like way after midnight michael wakes up to the sound of loud, steady, insistent pounding at his door, and he’s up out of bed in his pajama bottoms with a gun in his hand before he even wakes up completely

and when he gets to the door he looks through the peephole and sees the fisheye lens version of ryan standing in the hall of his apartment building wearing his skull mask and looking generally creepy and imposing

so michael opens the door and for a moment there’s just this silence with michael holding the gun loosely at his side and ryan creepily silhouetted against the lights of the hallway, jacket spattered with deep red spots

and a list of things michael is expecting ryan to say, having come to his apartment in the middle of the night without warning covered in blood:

  • i need you to help me bury a body
  • i’m on the run from the cops
  • i’ve decided to kill you and everyone you love

but this is what ryan actually says, words muffled through his mask, body language abruptly sheepish: “i forgot to pay my bills this month and they shut off my water. can i use your shower?”

michael stares, and then he nods dumbly–what else can he do?–and ryan murmurs a thanks and pushes past him into the apartment.

later, ryan haywood is sitting in michael’s living room in a towel while his bloody clothes are spinning through the wash cycle

(“do you have a pair of sweats or something i could borrow,” ryan had asked when he came out of the bathroom

“sure,” michael had replied, and had then turned around and actually looked at ryan, towel around his waist, hair dripping, bare chest still slightly wet, upon which he’d blurted, “actually, no.”

“…you don’t have any spare clothes.”

“that’s right.”

“…okay…? i’ll just…hang on to the towel until my clothes are done, then?”

“that’d be great.”)

and after some awkward silence, michael says, “you know, you can probably set your bills up to auto pay,” and ryan blinks once and breathes out an oh that seems to carry the weight of a dozen forgotten months of water bill payments, what a fucking nerd.

anonymous asked:

Christmas is coming and I'm trying to get into the festive mood. Do you happen to know any good Ragehappy christmas fics?

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