so i started reading this fic

anonymous asked:

I just read your not! fic idea and... holy fuck IT SOUNDS SO GOOD!! Sai desperately trying to avoid being responsible for any change, not trying to get involved with the Hyuuga clan's inner workings (but Sarutobi basically pushing him into their custody so he's under observation). Failing spectacularly and accidentally starting a silent rebellion within the clan to abolish the main/branch system. Getting dragged into spending time with Hinata and Neji, building a friendship between them...

Right? I am…very fond of this idea, sadly. Mostly because that means I really want to write it, but - 

*dies under a massive landslide of WIPs*

benedictandotherobsessions  asked:

Hey, I'm sure you deal with a ton of these questions. But i was wondering if you had heard of a fic where Cas loses his grace and they have to go find it. Cas has a complete breakdown in a bath tub, they come upon a dead trueform!angel, Cas' grace has started growing ancient plants and giant ferns....with only these pieces it has been next to impossible to find. Does this sound at all familiar to you? Thanks so much either way!


It sounds familiar but I can’t place it. (I read a lot of fic summaries but since I only read bottom!Cas stuff I skip over some things.) 

The good thing about it sounding familiar though is that it’s probably not a super obscure fic that only a chosen few have read. Maybe one of my followers has read the story, so I’m going to post this and we’ll see what happens :D

anonymous asked:

Fic rec: Falling into Love (mafia AU). Drummer Boy. Dancing Lions, Painted Wings (Anastasia AU). Enjoy!

Falling Into Love by JoelAmarez (unfinished)

Drummer Boy by klancekorner (finished)

Dancing Lions, Painted Wings by genericfanatic (finished)

I’ve already read Drummer Boy and Dancing Lions, Painted Wings - I recommend every fic by klancekorner and I enjoyed the Anastasia AU too! The mafia AU is new for me, I’ll check it out when I have time :D

Writer Interview Tag

I was tagged by the lovely @eufeme - thank you, darlin’!

1) What made you start writing for the first time?

When I was about 14, a friend of mine told me about  I went on to read some of her fic (she was writing for Sailor Moon at the time) and after I got the gist of it, I started writing my own.

2) If you could only write about the ocean, the forest, or the desert for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?

I would write about the forest, because I feel as though it’s the most versatile as far as writing goes.  There are so many things to be found and done in a forest!

3) Would you ever write a memoir?

I don’t think so.  I find writing about myself uninteresting, and I’d much rather devote my time to creating fantasies to help myself and my readers get away from real life for a while.

4) Do you like writing by hand, or writing with a computer?

I much prefer typing because I often think so quickly it’s hard to keep up even on a keyboard, though sometimes I will default back to the old fashioned pen and paper.

5) Would you rather be popular among many readers, or unpopular, but loved by critics?

I would much rather be popular among many readers.  Critics are just readers that get paid to leave reviews, and they don’t care how they make someone feel so long as they’re getting a pay check.  Readers are the ones I’m writing for, the ones I’m sharing my love of characters with, and so they’re the ones I really care about.

6) Do you listen to music while you write? What is the best writing music?

I sometimes, very occasionally, listen to instrumental music while I write.  Anything with lyrics or too fast a beat is too distracting, though, so I most often write in silence.

7) Do people you’ve met find their way into your writing?

There have been a couple of instances where I’ve thought of specific people in my life while I’ve written characters or when I’ve mentioned names, but it doesn’t happen very often.

Tagging: @starshiphufflebadger @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @imoutofmyvulcanmind @pinkamour1588 @auduna-druitt @gracieminabox

last lines tag

i was tagged by @aqhrodites, who is writing the part two to an absolutely lovely fic which everyone should read and you can find it here.

Rules: Post the last thing you wrote (Original/fanfic/etc.)

i’m trying to finish writing something i started like two weeks ago for a prompt someone sent me. (i’m so sorry i am so slow. i see the prompts! i will write them eventually. i apologize for how often i get writer’s block!) hopefully i’ll finish this soon and you can get more context haha.

“Aren’t you a hero?” She snarks and Peter shoves her shoulder, laughing. Then Peter asks what she’d do with the money if she’s going to judge his choices. Michelle sighs dramatically, stroking her chin and thinking. Then she’s smiling and ruffling his hair. “I’d take my boyfriend on a nice date.”

“I have expensive tastes, I’ll have you know.” Michelle goes to punch his shoulder again but he grabs her arm and pulls it toward him. They’re laughing, but it becomes quickly apparent that they’re faces are entirely too close together given they’re alone in a small tent and everyone else thinks they’re banging right now. “Why do you even think I’d say yes to a date?”

Michelle licks her lips, glancing down at his. “I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

i tag @accioharry, @spideyxchelle, @spideychelle-romanogers, @iamacolor, @spideychelleforever, @intrepidment, @suplosers, and @any writers i forgot who wanna do this because i’d love to read whatever you have!

bluerbeetle  asked:

Drabble challenge: Berena 45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”

Y’all remember how I took requests, but never got around to finishing because I took a punch to the gut from “real-life” (and instead wrote two full chapters for other fics??). Well, the first one is done (but there’s only 2000 words in total for the others so far whoops). But enjoy, I hope it’s a fun read (tried doing something a bit different for once)!

When Serena had heard Bernie mutter something about “Damn plaids” and “Bloody stereotypes” she had expected a lot of things, but definitely not this.

It had all started with the fancy envelope that had landed on their doormat a few weeks ago addressed to one “Berenice Griselda Wolfe”. Bernie quickly stashed the letter away after mumbling something about her brothers’ awful sense of humour. Serena knew that Bernie’s brothers organised a yearly sibling-cousins-family-acquaintances get together with a different theme and matching dress code each year.

Judging from Bernie’s reaction when opening the letter, the time had finally come for some sibling banter about Bernie’s sexuality (now that it was no longer a sensitive subject). Part of Serena was slightly curious to see Bernie in a vest and plaid shirt, even if only because she normally abhorred them- together with all other stereotypes.

A week before Bernie’s family weekend -Serena was already looking forward to a weekend of soaking in tubs with Shiraz - one of Bernie’s brothers called, asking if Bernie was ready and had dry-cleaned her clothes yet. Serena said she didn’t know, although she wondered if there was something she had missed about the care for flannel blouses.

It was a few days later that the mystery unfolded, just as Serena was discussing the mystery of Bernie’s family weekend with Raf at the nurse’s station, Bernie stormed into AAU 20 minutes late holding a large dry cleaner’s bag that she was trying - and failing - to hide behind. She instantly shot into the office to store the bag and went to change. Raf and Serena shot each other a curious glance, both wanting to know what was in the bag. When they entered the office it took them a while to find the bag, when they weren’t sure whether they should open it. Both wanted to know what was in it, but were unwilling to explain to Bernie why they would be poking around in it when they. Judging from how Bernie had tried hiding it behind the coatrack, even having shoved some boxes in front of it, she did not want it found. They could see Bernie eyeing they suspiciously from the ward as she was treating a patient.

Unfortunately for Bernie and fortunately for Raf and Serena, Bernie was called in for an emergency on Keller not much later, giving Raf and Serena ample opportunity to sneak into the office and take a look at Bernie’s mystery outfit. What they found baffled them both as they laid it out on the desk.

“Did you know Bernie was Scottish?” Raf asks unbelievingly.

“Not a clue…” Serena says, still staring at the plaid skirt and sash, pressed white blouse and belt.

Fletch walks into the office to see what they had gotten up to.

“She doesn’t sound Scottish.” he adds, gaining him an eye-roll and an exasperated sigh from Serena and Raf.

“Bernie said she grew up in Hampshire?”

“Not exactly the peaks of the highlands no.” Fletch comments.

“No, it isn’t.” At that they all spin around; standing behind them - leaning against the doorframe - is Bernie, visibly annoyed.

“No never said anything” Serena pouts, waving a hand at the clothes on the table.

Bernie looks away. “You never asked…” she tries to dismiss Serena, but she isn’t having it. Serena gives Bernie a look telling her not to play this game.

“You didn’t exactly volunteer the information when I asked where you were from darling.”

Raf and Fletch shoot each other a warning look. They had been caught in the domestics AAU’s dream team once and they had agreed that had been one time too much. Both of them also realised a second too late that both the way past the desk and the exit through the door were blocked by two rather dangerous surgeons. Whoops.

“Right, we better get back to work.”

“I think I have rounds to finish.”

Both Raf and Fletch offer at the same time, before falling silent again as they realise their mistake.

Serena instantly knows what they are trying to do and shoots Bernie a quick mischievous wink, signaling her plan. Bernie answers with an almost invisible nod, game for whatever Serena is plotting.

“You could have just told me, but no- I have to find out by digging through your stuff?! I thought you promised we’d talk to each other instead of bloody-”

Bernie catches onto Serena’s theatricals and steps right in. “Well, maybe this is exactly why I didn’t? Because you can’t help sneaking through my things regardless! Why would I even bother talking to you if can’t even respect my priva-”

If the two men would have been paying more attention, they might have recognised Serena’s responding exclamation to be a bit over the top - especially with the accompanying arms being dramatically flung into the air. Instead, they exchange a look, part confusion part fear. They have experienced both women angry before, but never with each other - And the prospect of being stuck in this particular domestic wasn’t exactly what either of them had had in mind when they had woken up this morning.

Serena shoots Bernie a quick look, signaling her amusement at the deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression both men currently carry. At that Bernie relents and starts laughing, probably scaring half the ward with her loud honking. Serena soon follows suit with a cheeky smile as she gives Fletch and Raf a raised eyebrow, who now realise they’ve been had. Soon all four of them are laughing and in doing so attract a curious Morven who has been wondering where everyone who is supposed to be on the ward has buggered off to this time.

After the novelty and laughter has passed (and Bernie has been called over for the rather ‘demanding’ man in bed four) everyone makes to get back to work.

“You better take a quick photo to show us.” Fletch whispers into Serena’s ear on his way out.

“Maybe… But only if you’d be so kind to go take a look at the gentleman in bed four. Sooner rather than later please; if we leave him with Bernie he might leave worse than he came in and I don’t have time to explain that to Hanssen. ” She says before sending him on his way.

Later that night at home Serena manages to convince Bernie to show her, even if it takes some gentle coercion and the promise of a fancy dinner out. After half an hour worth of swearing coming from the bedroom, she is allowed in. Serena can see why her brothers have been more than entertained at the prospect of getting Bernie into this.

“What’s the dress-code anyway?”

“Traditional.” She huffs.

“For what it’s worth, you look pretty hot in plaid…” Serena remarks as she admires Bernie, leaning against the dresser.

Bernie snorts. “I’d better, I didn’t spend this much on it to not look good in it.”

“You know what they say about women in plaid darling.” Serena drawls.


“That they’re likely to be lesbians.”

Bernie laughs before she answers. “So what should we get you then? A partial plaid?”

Serena raises an eyebrow and smoothes her hands down Bernie’s front. “A plaid-leopard print mix maybe?” Bernie chuckles before dropping a kiss on Serena’s lips. “Although, technically it’s tartan though.” She continues.

“Oh, really?” Serena replies absentmindedly, not paying any attention to what Bernie is uttering is saying, but zoning in on her lips instead.

“All tartans are plaids, but not all plaids are tartans. The difference is in the stripes. In a tartan every horizontal stripe is duplicated on the vertical-” Bernie begins.

“Okay, okay- It’s a tartan alright” Serena intermits and presses a finger to Bernie’s lips to silence her, before closing in.

“Now shut up and kiss me.”

whothebellishucky  asked:

Hey, I've been reading your absolutey fabulous "Remember the Cold" series for the past few weeks (what a wild ride) and it's well - absolutely amazing!!! I love the chemistry between Loki/Steve and Loki/Bucky and well, that lead me to an idea: have you ever thought about writing a fic in this universe where Steve suffers from amnesia? Like, he forgets everything that happened after the battle of New York so he doesn't remember his relationship with Loki and only knows him as a villain? <3<3<3<3

thank you so much!! I’m always so excited when people tell me they’ve started reading RTC (and that they’re enjoying it, obviously that’s important). while Life in Reverse is probably my actual Fanfiction Magnum Opus I think RTC might actually be closer to my heart in a lot of ways. 

(also I love that you mention the Loki and Bucky chemistry because guess what relationship got really important to me largely due to this fic, it’s that one.)

I have thought about this idea! I’ve actually had a prompt sitting in my inbox for…this exact thing, and a long while ago I wrote something like this, though not specifically in Remember This Cold ‘verse. 

I do feel like I should additionally note that I really like your URL. a+, made me laugh.

For anyone that reads my fic

The next two chapters will deviate away from accurate™ history, but there’ll be little bits of plot (particularly at the end and start of both chapters) that I suppose foreshadow the next big one, though it’s quite obvious foreshadowing :D This is because I’m currently planning how to cover the Thirty Years’ War (look it up for spoilers) and it’s taking me a while, so I’ll write these two slightly shorter chapters to give you a break from constant battle scenes. They shouldn’t take that long to write, so I hope you don’t find them boring- I promise there is plot- and they’ll set the scene for the war, which might take 2-3 + chapters to cover. 

Thank you, and I hope you don’t mind this! <3

anonymous asked:

Oh, it's okay. Malia will need to go somewhere for a while for whatever reason, and then Scott will just divorce her without telling her (he'll forge her signature on the docs) and start dating someone else like Malia never ever existed. And he'll still be the most righteous person who ever existed, deserving of worship by all! // wasn't Rafael McCall (Scott's dad) canonically a cheater though? like father, like son ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hmmm… I know he was a drinker, but I don’t know if canonically he was a cheater or not. He certainly has been in most of the fics I’ve read though! 

Just a general downright sleaze, basically, so yeah, clearly that’s genetic!  

crycryformebaby  asked:

I'm so hesitant to start reading buried...I know you're a fantastic writer but I also know that your fics make me cry because my babies are hurt in some way shape or form. 😭😭😭 hmmmmmm maybe I will start it..🤔

So the angst in this is like… baby angst. Nothing like Storms or Frost or Bad Ideas of anything. College kids fall in love and misunderstanding leads to broken hearts. That’s the biggest angst lol I promise it’s not near as bad as any of my other ones and it’s funny!

As those of you who read my season 2B related Shadowhunters fics know and those who read my Voltron season 3 rant and my recent post about Teen Wolf - I like to rant about shows.

I just never know where to start because I’ve watched… 328 TV shows, cartoons and animes, according to the list I made when I was… insane and thought it’d be fun to see how many of the shows I watched throughout my life I even remember.

So. Anyway. Fun proposal.

Drop me the name of a show in the ask and I’ll give you an honest rant if I’ve seen it - and chances for that are good. I’m harsh with everything, even the things I love - Shadowhunters is literally in my top five of favorite TV shows and Voltron is one of my favorite all-time cartoons too already.

Just… if anyone is interested in my opinion? (Which, in itself is an experiment because I got a hard time believing people are)

anonymous asked:

I just want to say I started reading your very first fics and then your newer ones and I love seeing your progress! You were already an awesome author but now, I mean, you're one of the absolute best! 💛💛💛

Oh my god my early writing is absolute shit (to me). I’ve come hella close to taking the fics down and rewriting them bc if how much I dislike my writing. I still think my writing today needs a ridiculous amount of work but I’m also critical of my work bc I want it to be perfect. Thank you so much for this bc this just gave me a lot of confidence for this paper I’m working on for my English class due Monday thank you thank you thank you ❤️❤️❤️

That Works Too

So I planned to get this little oneshot out yesterday, buuuut, life happened and it’s a day late. Oh well. Here’s 678 words of BoKuroo fluff!

(You can also read this on Ao3!)

Kuroo Tetsurou might only have started dating Bokuto Koutarou a few days previously, but having known him for years before that, he felt he knew him pretty well.

It probably went some way towards explaining how he could come home to find his boyfriend filming himself doing a handstand—via a phone taped to a chair—and not feel especially surprised.

“You alright there?” was all he asked as he walked by with the groceries.

“Yep,” Koutarou replied, although his voice was slightly strained.

Tetsurou set the bags down and leant against the cupboards in their kitchenette with his arms folded. He raised an eyebrow. “Any, er…particular reason? For the camera, I mean.”

“Dare,” Koutarou said, grinning. His face was bright red with exertion. Single syllable responses were apparently all he could manage.

“Ah, right.” Tetsurou replied. Well, it was probably best not to disturb him then.

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***Can you believe we have to go through a 3 month hiatus until we get new episodes again? What to do on Mondays from now on? Well, I know it is not the same but how about reading some amazing Malec fics? Because there simply can’t be enough Malec love out there and somehow it makes the wait to see these two back on our screens a bit more bearable if you ask me.

Anyway, I hope you gonna enjoy this 4th edition as much as the previous ones. Again, a huge thank you to everyone who left notes and/or told me how much they enjoyed these recs. It’s very much appreciated, so yes, if you want me to continue doing this, let me know, okay? Have fun reading!***

KISS WITH A FIST by @clockworkswans [ M | AU | 225k | WIP | Kiss With A Fist universe #1 ]

When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).

WILD LIFE by @crazyellephantrambles [ not rated | AU | 69k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood likes to go on road trips. He doesn’t pick up hitchhikers. But the one time he does, it’s Magnus. He’s in for an adventure or maybe even fall in love.

ANYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 36.2k | complete | Anything verse #1 ]

Magnus would do anything for Alec, and Alec doesn’t know what to do with that.

EVERYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 70k | complete | Anything verse #2 ]

With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never easy, especially when war is on the horizon.

AND YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MINE TOO by @magicandarchery [ E | AU | 10.4k | WIP ]

New graduates and best friends Magnus and Alec have both graduated from the University of Idris with top honors. Graduation and family expectations, however, carved out two very different paths for their lives.

Making the age-old promise on graduation night to get married if they were still single by thirty had been an easy agreement to make. There was no chance it would, or even could, ever possibly happen. It simply wasn’t legal.

When Magnus coincidentally re-enters Alec’s life eight years later, each are confronted with the unsettled reality of their lives, and the rekindling of long-buried feelings for the other. They decide to reinstate the promise they had made as motivation to get back into the dating scene.

But can they push aside their own feelings for each other as they go on this journey of finding true love?

Or: the “Single by 30” Malec AU that nobody asked for.

STAR WARS: A SEARCH FOR JUSTICE by @sweetillusionketz [ M | AU | 9.8k | WIP ]

After the MORTAL WAR that wiped out the JEDI ORDER and the reconstruction of THE CLAVE to govern the galaxy, military force, THE CIRCLE, has been monitoring planets for any trace of remaining intergalactic terrorism and obliterating possible threats under the name of peace. Each strike leaves death and destruction behind.

Former Senator, General Luke Garroway, leads the DOWNWORLDER RESISTANCE, a counterpoint to the Circle, in hope of finding enough evidence of abuse of power to dismantle the organisation and restore real peace and justice to the galaxy.

In order to do so, Luke has sent Izzy Lightwood, his most daring pilot, and the mysterious Magnus Bane to search for survivors of the last attack…

FANTASY by @theonetruenorth [ E | PWP | 3.5k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #20 ]

“Mhmm,” Magnus hummed as they broke apart and he rocked his hips minutely, the slight movement enough to make them both shiver. “This is getting dangerously close to one of my fantasies, so maybe we should stop, if you don’t want this to go any further.”

“What fantasy?” Alec murmured, craning his neck up again to brush his lips against Magnus’ but the warlock teasingly moved just out of reach.

“Well,” Magnus started, looking at Alec through half-closed eyes and with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I have never had sex inside the Institute.”

BLUE EXTRAVAGANCE by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 27.8k | complete | Blue Steel Series #5 ]

When Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane is called to the site of a bizarre murder, he doesn’t expect to recognize the victim, but that’s exactly what happens. Alec met the wealthy entrepreneur at an event with his husband, the flamboyant and enormously wealthy Magnus Lightwood-Bane. When a second victim is found, Alec and his partner, Jace Herondale, realize that their killer has a “type.” Unfortunately, Magnus just so happens to fit that type.

IT’S TIME TO LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY, BROTHER DEAREST by @themagnusbane [ E | AU | 83.4k | complete ]

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.

WE CAN SOLVE THIS TOGETHER by @softshumjr [ E | AU | 58.9k | WIP ]

Alec and Magnus have been friends since high school. They both love each other but are afraid to say anything because they believe the other one doesn’t feel the same way and it’ll ruin their friendship.

Alec and Jace are working on an overdose case and are stuck. Can Magnus be the one to help them solve the case?

UNKISS ME by @sweetillusionketz [ G | AU | 11.3k | complete ]

Magnus Bane loved New York. I mean, what other city in the world held Christmas raves?

He especially loved it when he managed to convince Ragnor and Catarina to join him. Spending time with your chosen family during the holidays was the best thing in the world.

The only thing that could make it even better, however, would be getting to know that very attractive stranger that just wouldn’t take his eyes off Magnus. Tall, dark and handsome was just what Magnus wanted to end his amazing night.

All he needed was an opportunity and it came, in the form of a well-placed mistletoe.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, DOCTOR LIGHTWOOD by @softdaddario [ T | AU | 3.1k | complete ]

Magnus Bane agreed to volunteer at a children’s hospital on Christmas Eve, wanting to help make sure the kids got the most wonderful evening. Turned out the kids weren’t the only one who were gonna have a merry Christmas, Magnus realised when he met the young Doctor Lightwood during his time at the hospital.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, ALEXANDER by @slaymemakoto [ E | PWP | 1.8k | complete ]

A one shot in which Alec gets the living daylights fucked out of him and Magnus is sure that everyone in the building is aware of exactly what Christmas Eve activities the pair are indulging in.

JUST WHAT I NEED by @alyxhavok [ T | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus has a surprise for Alec, and the rest of his family…

YOU PROTECTED ME by @everydayisonfire [ E | PWP | 3k | complete ]

Post Winter-finale.
Inspired by this:

“anyways magnus totally had alec’s omamori with him that’s how he managed to be safe”

IT’S CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT, AND SOMETHING EVIL’S LURKING IN THE DARK by @lightwoodlesbians [ G | AU | 1.8k | complete ]

or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about going out with you’ au

LET’S PLAY by @laurenkmyers [ E | 2.5k | complete ]

Malec’s first date gets sexy. Expect semi-public pool table sex.

IF YOU CAN’T FIND THE ONE BEING HUSTLED IN THE POOL HALL… by @quitemagicalbane [ G | 328 | complete ]

“Make the shot then.”
“Okay, so make it.”

THUNDER’S GETTING LOUDER by @spanglepup [ E | 6.4k | complete | The Boundless Saga #3 ]

For once in his life, Alec decides to take something for himself. He forgets that everything comes with a cost.

THE IMPORTANCE OF PANCAKES by @lecrit [ T | 2.2k | complete ]

Based on the prompt: “I would like a cute Alec and Magnus day in where they cuddle and talk a bit about the future and a second scene where it’s the future and they have their two sons”

WAKE ME GENTLY by @ithilien-writes [ E | 1.7k | complete ]

Magnus rarely (if ever) wakes before Alec, but this time he has… intentions.

FIRST TIME ALEC TOPS by @theonetruenorth [ E | 1.9k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #9 ]

Somehow, they end up with Alec flat on his back and Magnus straddling him, his hands cradling Alec’s jaw while his tongue explores the nephilim’s mouth. It’s a slow, lazy, and unhurried kiss. The kind of kiss that says ‘there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be right now’ and ‘I want to explore every inch of your body’ and ‘I love you’.

CHAIN YOU UP by WholockedHunter [ E | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus and Alec are having some kinky sex …

CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | PWP | 2.1k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #3 ]

If Magnus were more alert, he probably would’ve recognized the obvious signs of someone being in the loft: the boots by the front door, the leather jacket laying on the couch, the empty wine glass sitting on his drink cart, but as it is, he doesn’t notice anything off until he’s standing right in front of his bedroom door and realizes the light is on.

I NEED YOU SO MUCH CLOSER by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 5.2k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #4 ]

Work has been keeping Alec and Magnus apart for a couple of weeks and once they finally see each other again, Alec can barely control himself.

AKA the first time they have sex at the Institute. Also the first time they say “I love you”.

DANCE IN THE DARK by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 2.7k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #5 ]

After a particularly hard day at work, Magnus helps Alec relieve some tension.

NO PLACE FOR A HERO by @one100suns [ M | 20.4k | complete | Battle Scars #3 ]

For Magnus and Alec, navigating their relationship is hard enough without outside forces trying to tear them a part. Quite literally in some cases.

PRESSED UP AGAINST YOU, EVERYTHING IS OKAY by @matsdaddario [ E | 3.6k | complete | Lovely Firsts #2 ]

It’s new, this feeling like even though everything is falling apart that this part of his world makes sense. He likes it, wants to keep it.

“Hi,” he breathes. Magnus stands in front of him, and Alec can’t help himself, doesn’t want to stop himself, from leaning down that little bit to capture Magnus’s mouth with his own.

I SEE FIRE by @lecrit [ M | AU | 12.1k | complete ]

There was one simple and unique rule about being friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances, not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of them.

TRUST ME by @sweetillusionketz [ T | AU | 18.5k | complete ]

Magnus Bane has a problem with that arrogant brat that keeps showing his face to every important street race in the city. Damn Jace Lightwood and his annoying habit of winning even though he’s just a stupid high school boy. That’s insulting.

Fuck Jace. But more importantly, fuck his sweet looking older brother, who just happen to not have the slightest idea of who Magnus is. If everything goes according to plan, Magnus will have put Jace back to his insignificant place and gotten lucky with a gorgeous oblivious guy.

Perfect plan is perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

Lance dropping casual observations about Keith is a pure and good thing.

They’re on a new planet and Lance is trying out the food at a local festival. He’s thankful for the green goop and Hunk has done wonders in experimenting with the flavor, but sometimes a guy needs a little more variety. Or at least something that tastes like coconut. He grabs some sort of kabob looking thing and takes a small bite. As soon as the flavor hits him, he’s bounding across the room waving the dish excitedly in Keith’s face shouting, “Dude you HAVE to try this, you’re gonna love it.”

It’s hot pink with green stripes an….fuzzy? Keith raises an eyebrow at the striped mammalian horror for a moment, then narrows his eyes at Lance. “It’s not going to turn me green or make me throw up is it?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “That was one time, get over it already. Nothing weird is going to happen, I just know you have a sweet tooth so I think you’ll like it.”

Keith is blindsided by the statement. How does Lance even know that? What the quiznak? He doesn’t realize he’s silently staring at Lance until the blue paladin is waving the food in his face once again. “Are you gonna try it or what?”

Keith brushes the surprise off; he’ll think about it later. “Um… yeah, sure. Stop trying to stab me in the face with it, jeez.”

Keith ends up eating 11 of the seussian skewers before they go back to the castle for the night.

“What are you nervous about?”

Keith’s posture stiffens. He didn’t even hear Lance enter the common room. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

Lance climbs over the back of the couch to seat himself on it - because he can’t just be normal and walk around to sit like a normal person - before answering. “You’re staring off into space, ha, and messing with the Velcro on your gloves. You only do that when you’re nervous about something.”

“How do you even know that?!” The question tumbles out of Keith’s mouth without explicit permission.

Lance pulls his legs up to cross them and raises an eyebrow. “I pay attention, obviously.” He looks away before adding “So….what’s wrong.”

They talk for a while. It’s not a magic cure, but Keith doesn’t feel like the universe is completely falling apart afterwards. It’s…nice.

Pidge finds the t-shirt on one of their trips to the space mall. It says something along the lines of “Edge Lord” on it in an alien tongue and Pidge thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen an immediately bought it. Keith wrinkles his nose at it, but leaves the room to pull it on anyways. He’s never really had a family, but Pidge is so much like a younger sibling and they looked so proud of the gift. He doesn’t want to let them down. So, he slips it on and marches back into the training deck, determined to not be embarrassed. Which meant that Lance had made his way into the room just before Keith returned, of course.

Lance actually does a double take before he’s consumed with laughter. Keith pouts. When the full body howling finally dies down to more of a giggle, Lance looks over at Pidge. “Is THAT the shirt you bought him?”

They grin, “Yup.”

“God bless you Pidge. I can’t believe you got him to wear it though, Keith hates the color orange.” There’s no time for Keith to wonder how it is that Lance became privy to that information because Lance gives him another look over and grins. “With good reason too. It’s definitely not your color dude.”

Keith immediately pulls the boot off of his left foot and chucks it at Lance’s head. He doesn’t actually throw it hard, but he also doesn’t miss. 

Hunk finds a shop that sells space candy on another trip to the space mall a few weeks after the t-shit incident. They look and taste like jelly beans and even come in a myriad of assorted colors. Everyone on the ship is basically obsessed with them. No one brings it up, but the space jellies, as lance loving calls them, remind everyone on the team of home. It’s bittersweet and Coran makes sure the kitchen is well stocked with them. 

It’s the middle of the night and Keith can’t sleep, so he drags himself to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Lo and behold, he notices a certain Cuban boy sitting on the counter tossing space jellies in the air and trying to catch them with his mouth. Lance’s antics are ridiculous, but they’re also kind of…. endearing? Keith shakes the thought from his head and rolls his eyes for good measure before making his way to the pantry. 

If it had been anyone else, there would have been at least three boxes left and a cold juice sitting there waiting for the taking. BUT it’s Keith, so that means the last box of space jellies is currently being consumed by Lance who rattles a half finished box and says, “Looking for these?”

When Keith turns to face him, Lance is grinning from ear to ear. It’s definitely not cute. “You took the last one.”

Lance’s smile doesn’t falter at Keith’s grumpy tone. “Sure did.”

Keith huffs and turns back to the pantry, resigns himself to grabbing a bag of little pea shaped things that taste like banana at first, but leave a burnt toast aftertaste. Pidge is obsessed with them, Keith doesn’t really get it but he needs something to snack on so he sits a the table and tears opens the bag.

A few minutes go by and the silence is only broken up by Lace humming a few bars of some song Keith has never heard before. He likes it though and he’ s almost tempted to ask Lance to hum it a little louder. But that’s weird. So he just stares at his pea things and occasionally places one in his mouth.

A box is suddenly placed in front of Keith as Lance slides onto the seat directly across from him smiling. “You like the black ones, right?” He says it with an air of confidence that only Lance possesses but there’s some sort of undertone to it that Keith can’t quite identify. Fondness maybe?

Keith shifts his gaze from the boy in front of him back down to the box of space jellies. There are quite a few of Keith’s preferred jellies in there and it almost seems like Lance had planned on saving all of them for Keith before he even came into the kitchen. Keith pushes the thought away and looks back up at Lance to mutter a thank you. When Lance smiles this time it’s blinding and genuine. Keith has to avert his gaze yet again, because when Lance gives him that specific brand of smile… his heart starts to do weird things.

The humming starts again and when Keith is done with his jellies they clean up and Lance walks him to his room. The “Goodnight” Lace utters before heading to his room is accompanied with a small wave and a soft smile. Keith falls back to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

They’re sitting side by side on the floor of the bridge staring upwards at the holographic image of Earth’s sun and all of the stars surrounding it. It doesn’t happen every night, not that there’s really a night or a day in space, either way they should both be asleep at these time none the less, but it’s not uncommon for one of them to find the other sitting by a window looking out at the endless space that surrounds them at all times now.

Sometimes they just sit together in comfortable silence. Sometimes they make up stupid constellations to make one another laugh. Occasionally they’ll both lay down next to each other as they look out a window at an unfamiliar planet and talk about all kinds of things in muted tones. 

Tonight though, there was something about the look in Lance’s eyes that made Keith take him by the wrist and lead him to the bridge to look at the familiar stars they’d both grown up staring at. 

Keith smiles as he points to another cluster and says, “That’s Lyra.”

Lace looks up. “It’s small.”

“Yep.” The red paladin nods. “It’s the 52nd constellation in order from largest to smallest, but Vega is part of the constellation and that’s the fifth brightest star in Earth’ s night sky.”

Lance pulls his legs to his chest and rests his chin on his knees. “Isn’t there a myth behind it about a musician or something?”

“Yeah, Orpheus. The story is pretty sad actually.”

Lance spares Keith a glance paired with a smirk before looking back at the hologram. A half smile shouldn’t twist Keith’s stomach like that, but it does. “Greek mythology usually is Keith.” There’s a brief pause before Lance turns back to Keith again and asks “Will you tell me the story?” 

This time Lance doesn’t look away. His gaze is fixed on Keith and the expression he’s making and the tone of voice he’s using isn’t quite as unfamiliar to Keith anymore as it was four months back. In fact, he gives Keith that look every night they sit together under the stars, and sometimes throughout the day when he thinks no one is looking, or when he catches Keith laughing at one of his jokes. Lance looks at Keith like precious, like he’s the most beautiful thing in the universe and it never fails to make Keith’s mouth go dry or increase his heartrate.

“You don’t want to hear me ramble about some random Greek tragedy.” He can’t look away from those eyes. Who awarded Lance the right to have such perfect blue eyes? They’re the pools of water you land in when you’ve followed the river down the waterfall and Keith has never been a strong swimmer. It’s not fair.

“I do.” Lance sounds so sincere. Why does he have to sound like that? Why is his voice so soft and fond? Two syllables came out of that mouth. Simple words, three letters, one space between the first and the last two when written down, and they still manage to knock the breath from Keith’ s lungs. 

When it’s just him and Keith, Lance is different. The obnoxious jokes, and the issuing of lame little competitions between the two of them, and the occasional bickering are all still there even when they’re alone. Keith just feels like there’s something…extra. Like bonus content you only get when you’ve purchased the collector’s edition of a game or something. Lance’s edges get softer and he’s more honest about what he’s feeling when no one else is in the room. He’s  a little more sincere, more prone to being serious, and it’s stunning.

“Please? I like to hear your voice.” Keith still can’t manage to tear his eyes away from the boy sitting next to him, and he knows. He knows that he’s beat red. It’s so, so embarrassing, but he still takes a deep breath when his lungs figure out how they’re supposed to work again and he starts telling the story. 

“So, you were right. Orpheus was a musician, but not like any run of the mill musician, he was the best harpist in all of Greece, even the gods acknowledged his talents.” Lance whistles and Keith tries very hard to not be distracted by the way his lips pucker to make the sound. “Umm…. So, on his wedding day his wife, Eurydice, got separated from the wedding party and got bit on the heel by a snake while she was running away from a Satyr with… less that pure intentions and died.”

“That’s awful.” It’ s almost a whisper.

“Yeah, it really is.” Keith pauses for a moment to silently mourn a fictional nymph. Which, okay yeah it’s probably dumb, but whatever. If Keith had learned anything in the last six months of constant warfare, it’s that patience yields focus and you should always respect the dead. He continues, “Anyways, Orpheus was so heartbroken that he decided to take a journey to the underworld to strike a bargain with Hades to get her back. So when he got there he just started playing this song, and it was so beautiful that even the stones around them start crying and it moved both Hades and his wife Persephone’s hearts or whatever, so Hades cut him a deal.”

“He told Orpheus that if he started walking to the gates of Hell Eurydice would follow behind him and be returned to the world of the living, but only if he didn’t look back at her until they were both out of Hades’ domain. So he walked and walked and had to keep reminding himself that no matter how much his heart told him to, he couldn’t look back. So, when he reached the upperworld he finally looked back, except he forgot to account for the fact that Eurydice could be farther than a foot behind him. She hadn’t reached the entry yet, so she was dragged back down to stay in the world of the dead.”

Lance makes a small sound, whining sound. It’s the same sound Lance always makes when he hears something sad or sees wounds on a comrade after a battle. Keith reaches a hand out to push Lance’s bangs back partly because he knows it’s the easiest way to sooth the blue paladin, and partly because it was an excuse to touch him.

He pulls his hand back, not without reluctance but he still has the rest of the story to tell and being mesmerized by Lance melting under his fingertips would be a little too distracting for Keith to remember how words work. “After that he only ever played sad music. There are a few different versions of how the myth ends, but the one that’s told most often is that in his grief he didn’t pay tribute to the god of wine and he was torn limb from limb as punishment. The muses carried his harp into the sky to form Lyra and immortalize Orphus’s tragedy in the night sky.”

All at once there’s a weight on Keith’s side that was not previously there. Lance had closed the small space between them so that he could rest his head against Keith’s should and lean into him. 

Lance makes an amused sound. “Of course your favorite constellation in the sky would be the one with the with the most depressing love story behind it.”

Keith furrows his brow. He’s been pointing out different constellations all night and he just doesn’t get how Lance picked out his favorite one so easily. His heart does something weird again. It’s painful and also…  pleasant? warm? nice? 

Keith does it too, though. Off of the top of his head he could tell you that Lance hates everything remotely flavored like cooked carrots, but will eat anything that tastes like raw ones. He could write poems about how Lance always worries his bottom lip with his teeth when he’s not quite sure what to say. He could almost list all of the names of the people in Lance’s absurdly large family in alphabetical order and tell you at least two facts about each one of them. Keith could tell you all about how Lance mumbles under his breath in Spanish when he’s scared or exhausted. It wouldn’t sound as pretty, but he could hum you all of the songs Lance sings when he’s happy.

Keith know without a shadow of a doubt why he remembers every tiny detail that Lance has ever revealed to him. There wasn’t a specific moment he realized he was in love with Lance, it had been happening slowly for a long time now. And, yeah, Keith thinks he has an idea as to  why Lance knows so many small truths about him too. He’s just… never asked for confirmation. So he plays with the velcro on his gloves for split second before deciding to take them off completely and setting them aside. He burns a hole in the projected image of Earth’s sun and bites the bullet.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

Lance lifts his head from Keith’s should and settles his chin in it’s place so that he gets a better view of Keith’s profile. “Doing what?”

Keith musters up the courage to turn his face and look directly into Lance’s eyes. Their noses are almost touching now. “Noticing all of these… I don’t know, these like, obscure little things about me that no one else notices. Like knowing I like black space jellies when I’ve never actually vocalized anything about that, or remember when Hunk tried to shove that plant in my face so I could smell it and you swatted it out of his hands because it looked like a tulip and you remembered I was allergic to them. Or knowing that my favorite color is blue and that my least favorite is burnt orange.”

“To be fair burnt orange is an awful color in general.”

“Okay, yeah, but you always know when I’m upset, or nervous, or happy because of some weird hand gesture that I usually don’t even know I’m doing until you point it out. Why do you know all of those things Lance? Why do you remember them?”

One of Lance’s eyebrows quirks up and he teases, “Do you really want to know?”

Keith let’s out an exasperated breath. “Well, I asked didn’t I? So yeah Lance, I want to know.”

The smirk falls off of Lace’s face and he shifts himself to sit on his feet so that his body is facing Keith’s. Lace keeps his eyes trained on the floor, looking like he’s waging some sort of internal battle, and when he finally looks back up at Keith there’s determination burning in his expression and maybe a little fear. 

Lance opens his mouth to speak…and then he closes it. He does this four times before bringing his folded hands up from his lap to cover his face. Lance complains into his hands in hushed Spanish. 

When he peaks out from between his fingers and then drops them uselessly back in his lap, his cheeks and ears are an adorable shade of red and he smiles at Keith sheepishly. “You know, for someone who talks so much, I’m really not all that great with words when it comes to stuff like this.” 

The words are accompanied by a self deprecating laugh. Keith frowns and tries to make his voice sound encouraging when he says “Take your time.”

Lance smiles, but there’s a bitter edge to it. “That’s the thing though, all I’ve been doing is taking my time. I’m kind of sick of it honestly. I keep trying to find the exact right words to say to you and I practice in my head and then as soon as I consider opening my mouth to say it, I just forget how to talk or I say something dumb. And it’s just so ridiculous, you know? Because it doesn’t have to be some drawn out dramatic speech like I keep telling myself. It’s actually just so stupidly simple and I don’t get why I’m so scared to mess it up. But really, how hard is it to say “because” and follow it up with three words? I look at you an I just…” Lance stares at him. “I just…” Lance lifts his hands and places them on either side of Keith’s face. 

Keith’s heart is trying to make its great escape by bludgeoning it’s way out of his chest. He’s pretty sure his entire rib cage is turning to dust and his body is down a set of lungs. They’ve just ceased existing. What are lungs? No clue, never heard of them.

“Keith.” Lance’s voice cracks just a little when he says the name and he swallows and starts again. “Keith. Keith Kogane. My buddy, my pal. I know that you have a sweet tooth, and that you love a good hug but don’t know how to ask for one when you need it. I know that you’re smart, and talented, and think butterscotch candies are the sole creation of the devil himself.”

Keith can’t help the laughter that escapes him and it makes Lance smile the way he always does when Keith so much as chuckles.

“I know that you have the best laugh I’ve ever heard. You have no idea how much I love that laugh. Seriously. I know you collect snow globes, and love conspiracy theories-”

“They’re not all just theories Lance, there’s a lot of evidence out -”

“Shhhhhh, you asked me a question and I’m trying to answer it and I’m kind of on a roll after mumbling for five minutes about how this wasn’t going to be some drawn out thing. But I’m just focusing on you instead of some practiced speech and I’m actually forming mildly coherent sentences, so be quiet. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”

“I know a bunch of tiny little facts about you, and yeah sure part of that is because I’m super observant and totally cool,” he winks, “but I notice all of those things specially about you because…” Lance swallows hard and takes a calming breath. “I lo-”

Keith has been told many times that he gives into impulses too quickly, that he’s too impatient. And…yeah, it’s true, absolutely, and he’s working on it. No, really, he is! Try as he might though, he couldn’t handle another second of wanting to kiss Lance and not doing it when the opportunity clearly presented itself. 

It’s not the smoothest first kiss, but it’s not all teeth and bumping noses either, and it leads into soft drawn out kisses, and kisses that can barely even be called that because the two of them are grinning so wide. 

When Keith pulls away a faux pouty expression take over Lance’s face. “You didn’t even let me finish.” He starts to waggle his eyebrows in the most obnoxious way possible and says “These lips were just irresistible huh? I guess I’m just too smoochable.”

How the hell does Keith find this so cute? 

“Hey, Keith?” 


“I love you.”

“I love you too.”


→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
→ Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Words: 3,182
→ Rated: NC-17
→ Warnings: none in this part
→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.
→ Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : coming soon


━ 12:03pm
It must be because I’m very tired
But ur still hilarious
Night lol

With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.

Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.

“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.

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title: got the sunshine on my shoulders 

author: @hattalove


five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

words: 124K


So anyway in case there still are bakushima fans that aren’t reading acceptance and denial by @kisecchinosedai do a thing and go read it I’m in love with that fic