A massive collage featuring some of my most favourite YouTubers of all time!
Probably my most ambitious project I’m ever drawn. An entire month’s worth of work and THIS is the result, it was ridiculous fun to make and I hope you like it! Be sure to check out the lovely people listed here!
Prompt: Smarkle is broken up, and Riley realizes how popular Farkle is when she watches him be pursued left and right. - anon
Word Count: 2437
A/N: Ahh!! This one was so fun to write. Sorry it took so long. I had to go back and rewrite it almost entirely, as I felt there was a different direction I could take with this one, and I’m grateful that I did!
I listened to this song over and over again while writing it.
It started with Brenda from the back of the classroom.
Riley and Farkle were in the middle of a chemistry lab, when
a note landed in Riley’s lap, addressed to Farkle. At first, all she could do
was stare at it. Farkle had never gotten a note before – from anyone.
“Hey Riley, could you start working on the math? I’ll wrap
up this up,” he said, holding up a test tube. He saw the note in her hands and
scrunched his eyebrows, “What’s that? Is it from that Trevor guy you’ve been
talking to?” She shook her head.
“Mount Fuji.” Harry answers smugly – he was the one who named him, and Y/N looks over to him with the fondest eyes he’s ever seen.
“Mount Fuji? That just made him even cuter!” She all but whines, looking down at the dog seriously, “I will give all my love to you.”
Harry slides off the barstool, walking over and crouching down besides the two of them, “Y'know usually he doesn’t like strangers. Think you might be some sorta dog whisperer.”
Y/N looks over to him, but there’s no witty quips at her mouth, only smiling at him with the softest gaze he’s ever seen her have, eyes filled with so much unadulterated love for this Pug and it makes his heart swell with warmth.
Harry vows that one day, he’s going to get her to look at him like that.
Harry is on the football team and Y/N steals a dog
so, to keep record of some things I’ve read, I decided to do a list, then I thought: why not make a fic rec of it? it’s not in a favorite/rate/word count order, it’s very random, though I’ll include these infomations
when I say random, it’s because some of them are just 2k of porn with plot that you can read in 30 minutes before going to sleep and some are 100k+(or almost 100k) that will take days to finish
and I’m going to add more fanfics everytime I finish one
I LOVE EVERY SINGLE FANFICTION ON THIS LIST, OKAY
thank you to authors for the beautiful writing and for making me cry or roll on the ground or laugh out loud i love you all
When 00 Agent Raven Darkholme manages to capture the elusive Magneto and bring him in for questioning about a dangerous arms deal involving international criminal Sebastian Shaw, it’s up to Quartermaster Charles Xavier to get him to talk. With time running out, Charles needs to convince Magneto to trust him, but they’re both far too good at keeping secrets, and the growing attraction between them is only making things more difficult.
Intergalactic Federation pilot Lieutenant Charles Xavier is assigned last-minute to a high profile mission: transporting over two thousand prison inmates from an old and overfilled prison complex to a newer, higher-capacity prison stronghold located on the outer reaches of the galaxy. Just as he’s settling down for a long and uneventful ride, things take a turn for the worse after the inmates riot and stage a hostile takeover of the ship, leaving Charles to find himself at the complete mercy of cold-blooded killers and facing the chilling prospect that he might not ever make it back home alive.
Summary: Fill for this prompt: Charles meets Erik Lehnsherr, his favorite novelist of all time at a coffee shop, but doesn’t know it’s him, and Erik just criticizes his own writing in front of his biggest fan.
Summary: Erik is the grumpiest, most foul tempered worker at Stark industries. His grumpiness is the stuff of legends. So it’s obviously the talk of the office when Erik is being made to go to the company party and he’s bringing his husband. There’s rumors flying round about how much of a masochist or equally antisocial bastard Erik’s husband must be to put up with him. Others think he must be a meek mouse perhaps bullied by Erik. What they weren’t expecting was the confident, charming, adorable and unbelievably nice Charles that turns up on Erik’s arm. What they certainly weren’t expecting was how much Erik obviously adores his husband and how happy he is to let others see this.
Summary:The story of Charles’s proposal to Erik will never fail to make Charles blush. Erik summarizes it as, “He literally threw the ring at me,” to which Charles will always protest, “There’s more to the story than that!“Rumor Mill verse backstory. How Charles and Erik got engaged.
Summary: "Good God, Erik thought. The Prince of Wales is gay.”
Charles lives in the unceasing glare of the public spotlight, yet keeps his sexual orientation a closely held secret, afraid he could lose his throne and force his deeply troubled younger sister into a role that would crush her. Erik, journalist and world traveler, has been a loner most of his life; he has little patience for closet cases. But a chance meeting in Kenya brings these two opposites together and sets in motion a love affair that will challenge the British monarchy – and their most deeply held beliefs about who they are, and who they should be.
Summary: When Charles sexts his boss instead of his latest squeeze during one late night of report writing, the first thing he expects is a sexual harassment law suit and the last thing is Mr. Lehnsherr actually fucking him hard into his desk.
(Or the one where the moral of this story is don’t check who you sext if you want your boss to bone you.)
Summary: From the kinkmeme! Basically, Charles Xavier needs a date to his tenth high school reunion. Enter Erik Lehnsherr, Raven’s best friend, who happens to be a model and the new face of Calvin Klein.
Summary: Sometimes it’s easy to forget that getting involved in Erik’s mob business isn’t all fine dining and sex on yachts. There’s nothing like taking a couple of bullets to remind Charles of the reality.
While investigating the homicide of a John Doe who he suspects might’ve been murdered while working the streets as a prostitute, Detective Erik Lehnsherr finds an unexpected ally in a hooker named Charles who seems as determined as he to solve the case. As they become more deeply involved both with the case and each other, there’s just one thing that Charles neglects to mention – that he’s really an investigative journalist, one quickly convinced that what they’re dealing with is more than simple murder. cop!Erik, fake-hooker-slash-reporter!Charles, Modern AU.
“Yeah, but I’d steer clear if I were you. It seemed a little tense. I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s a kid out there who looks freakily like the prof.”
Nearly six months after Cuba, Charles’ life is turned upside down for the second time. Though he’s slowly learning to adapt to the first, he’s not sure he can handle the second. Luckily for him, there are a few people out there more than willing to help.
The wedding hasn’t even started and Charles is already bored. When he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, he doesn’t expect to find a gorgeous, stern-faced man having a quiet freak out at his reflection. He doesn’t expect said gorgeous, stern-faced man to turn around and start climbing him like a tree. And he certainly doesn’t expect to discover only after they’ve got their clothes back on that the man he just had glorious sex with is the groom.
Charles is an internet celebrity who garners his fame from posting educational, in-depth videos about a different animal every week, though for some reason his viewers are always more interested in his sex life with his geologist husband, Erik, who happens to frown heavily upon all living things.
Except for Charles, of course, whom he’s missed these past couple days while attending a geologic convention–though considering the subject material of Charles’ newest video, he’s wishing he would’ve stayed away longer.
My childhood Mormonism was extra special because I grew up with a bully who used his priesthood authority as an excuse to make our home his little kingdom, with him as tyrannical king. Me being me, I got my (much nicer) grandpa to install a lock on my bedroom door when I turned 13. In the evenings, after my siblings were in bed, my mom would often take refuge in my room. We’d play Yahtzee and eat cookies, pausing when we heard the garage door open–we knew that my stepfather’s good moods were as rare as landing a full straight on the first roll.
Throughout this time, I had a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt hung on my wall: “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’” Bravery is only bravery when you also feel fear. And really, the more fear we feel, the more audacious and courageous it is to act, speak, and live in opposition to people installed as “leaders” and “authority.” (Joke quotes intentional.) To all my fellow rebels, I’m sending you love and solidarity. And a reminder for good food and games with the people you love. 😉 Sometimes just being happy is winning.
the first time that Farkle starts to question his scientific beliefs, because
he swears there’s another Sun in the universe and right now, it’s in the middle
of Greenwich Village, lying across his chest. // Or a few glimpses at Farkle and Riley, and how sometimes the best
way to get through things is simply just by being together.
Word Count: 2072
A/N: Long time no see! I’ve been super consumed with school, the election, design, work, and various other things. It felt good to finally finish this piece. I started it in October when I was really having a difficult time and finally was able to finish it today. Leave your thoughts here.
Warnings: Some hints of anxiety.
It starts in her room at 1 am on a Thursday morning. The moon
is full and its hanging low across the NYC skyline. He climbs up her fire
escape and gently tugs up her window, climbing through. He knows it’s unsafe
for her to leave her window unlocked, so he makes sure to lock it, before
approaching the edge of her bed.
She’s usually a heavy sleeper, so that’s why he’s so
surprised when her eyes flutter open. She blinks multiple times, before finally
stretching and letting out a long yawn. She’s clutching her blanket close to
her chest and he’s suddenly aware of the draft in her room.
Prompt: She kept pretending for a long time, then it all fell away and she could no longer hide the truth. - anon
Summary: In which Riley can’t stop asking questions, but can’t seem to even begin to utter the truth.
Word Count: 2922
A/N: The prompt is used a little bit loosely in this one. I already had started writing this story last night at like 2 am when I was a little bit upset about something and just started to churn it out. I got really excited when I saw this prompt today, since it was aligning with a lot of what I had already started writing! Thanks to @ilvermornyexchangestudent for looking this over!
She notices the remarks in Pre-Calculus. They’re in the middle of solving a problem Riley doesn’t quite understand, and she can’t help being inquisitive. So, she raises her hand. Over and over again. Her teacher doesn’t bear any indication of annoyance; in fact, she is welcoming to Riley’s curiosity.
But then, there’s a snicker on the other side of the room. It’s coming from Brad, the poster child of Abigail Adams High School. He has decent grades, an athletic physique, and a musical mind. However, he really lacked common courtesy.
She decided to ignore him and continue to focus on the lesson at hand. But then she hears, “I’ve never met someone as dense as she is. I bet she wouldn’t understand the basics of how to draw a parabola.”
“Peaches!” Riley Matthews
cheered. Maya Hart wavered as she tumbled through the bay window, eventually
finding her balance again and wrapping her arms around Riley.
“Riles, what’s going on?
Why did you cancel going to our study session tonight with the rest of the
group?” Riley skipped back over to her closet, pulling out a series of dresses.
“I got asked to Homecoming
and I need your help picking out what to wear. We may have to go shopping, but
I thought it would be a good idea to start looking at dresses here and then
working from there.” She held out a lavender fit and flare dress. “What do you
It probably went on for only a few seconds, but to Y/N it felt like hours until he drew away, and she whines again, having not realized that her nails were digging into his forearm. She lets go, turning in his lap to face him and she sees him licking at his lips. Her head is foggy, and her body feels like Jell-O, and she giggles at the thought of having Jell-O legs before leaning her head against his shoulder.
“You need to drink cranberry juice.”
His voice sounds far away.
Y/N passes out.
Harry is smitten with a human, and Y/N hates cranberry juice (a lot)