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the highlights of tags on my untamed gifs. thank you @annelesbonny and @luvthisrobot

honorable mention @tamyourue

i’m just going to keep adding to it- with these amazing tags from my second chengqing gifset by @skyandsmoke

this gem from @leatherbookmark

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8 + Queliot!

8. “I look at you and I think, ‘sunshine. Literal sunshine.’It’s annoying.”

Thank you for the prompt!! Sorry this took a little longer! It may have turned into some self-indulgent fluff, but like. That’s where we’re at now, I think. 

sunshine (on AO3)

Seasons changed in their lives. The weather softened. Thedarkest seemed to be through—though Eliot would never say that out loud. Noneed to tempt fate when things were finally good again. Fate did so liketo surprise them once they’d finally found themselves again. In the meantime, inthe lull between the chaos, they could enjoy the peace they’d earned.

They’re more than earned some peace.

It had taken months. Many months, quite a bit of therapy,some psychiatry and some antidepressants. Time and work and patience. Hope and perseverance,all the things people said it would take. Not to mention all of the chamomiletea and late nights awake. It was never going to be easy.

It had taken several hard conversations. A lot of minormending, of so many different kinds. Apologies and confessions and promises.

They both still had nightmares. Quentin of his loved onesbecoming unrecognizable, becoming monsters—Eliot of all the things his handsmight have done while he wasn’t in control of them.

Healing was a process. Nothing got better all at once. Theywere both fully aware of that. They were no strangers to this kind of pain.

But on days like this—

Well. It really felt like the world was looking up. LikeEliot might be able to dare to be optimistic. It was a moment where it feltlike he could allow himself to feel comfortable in the warm contentment,instead of fearing that it would be ripped away.

A little idealism, a little hope. It couldn’t hurt.

The sun was setting over the city skyline, and Eliot andQuentin were out on the balcony of their small Manhattan apartment.

Quentin was reading, finally feeling enough like himself towant to again.

Eliot was, well, watching Quentin read as he sipped his icedtea.

The sounds of the city floated up to them—the constructionand honking and yelling sounded more beautiful than ever. Eliot couldn’t believehow good life was at this moment. With his boyfriend, in their sharedspace, on a calm, clear evening. A gentle breeze, the colors of the sky blendingtogether.

Eliot could let himself believe that everything was going tobe okay. Somehow, against all odds, maybe their life could be normal.

Leave ruling Fillory to Margo, who wore the crown with more graceand power than anyone else. Leave dealing with the Library to Alice and Kady,who both wanted to repair the structural issues of the world. Leave the questsand prophecies to the demi-goddess Julia, who was always more the chosen onethan any of them. Leave Brakebills to Todd and Josh, who might actually finishtheir degrees. Leave exploring the world to Penny.

Eliot had never imagined that all he’d really want, in theend, would be a quiet life. With tea and sunsets and lazy evenings. He’d alwaysthought he’d need something grander if he wanted any hope at happiness.

But that was before he met Quentin Coldwater. That wasbefore he knew what the beauty of all life meant.

As Eliot gazed at Quentin with all the adoration that he wascapable of, it hit him, not for the first time, just how much he loved thisman.

It was a frankly absurd amount. If he were the type, he’d bewriting sonnets about it. If he were the type, he’d be painting portraits. Ifhe were the type, he’d compose songs.

The love Eliot felt for Quentin was the kind of love thatbrought out the most tender parts of himself, right to the surface. It pulledat his heart in ways that almost hurt. It was all the clichés at once, really.Deep down, it turned out that Eliot was a romantic in the cheesiest way sometimes.

“Q,” he said.

“Hm?” Quentin replied, still looking at his book.

“You’re quite an ordeal in my life, you know that?”

Eliot caught the way Quentin’s lips twitched up in amusement.

“How’s that?”

“I look at you and I think, ‘sunshine. Literal sunshine.’ It’sannoying.”

Quentin finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. He used his indexfinger to mark his page.

“Um. Okay?” Quentin said slowly.

“I’m just saying, it’s absolutely going to ruin myreputation,” Eliot went on.

“I think our friends all know what a sap you are by now, El.”

“How dare you. They know no such thing.”

Quentin laughed, an open and clear sound.

And there it was again—sunshine, literal sunshine. Thewhole world lit up when Quentin was happy; it was truly a remarkable thing.Eliot might’ve been willing to admit it was just his own effusive, romantictendencies, if Quentin’s light didn’t radiate so.

It didn’t just light up Eliot’s life. It lit up the wholefucking world.

Eliot rolled his eyes theatrically. “You see? You areabsolutely too delightful, and I will not stand for it.”

Quentin scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“I’m being reasonable.”

“Yeah, that’s a word I’d use to describe you.”

“I don’t appreciate that tone.”

And Quentin just rolled his eyes.

And yet, still—

Sunshine, literal sunshine.

It was everything about him, wasn’t it? It was his laugh, itwas his smile. It was his scoff and his snark and his rambling. It waseverything.

“You’ve turned me into a romantic, Coldwater.”

“You’ve always been a romantic, Waugh.”

Eliot smiled fondly despite the exasperation in Quentin’stone.

“Not like this, baby,” Eliot replied, his voice soft andwarm. Soft and warm like this gentle evening. Soft and warm like their life wasclose to becoming.

Quentin turned a little, leaning towards him and meeting hiseyes fully. With those big, earnest eyes—gazing at Eliot with meaning in them.And even now, even after all this time they’d spent together, even after theirbickering over how to organize the fucking cupboards, even after realizing thatQuentin wanted a dog and Eliot wanted a cat and they couldn’t settle on a pet, aftereverything that had happened between then, an entire life—

A simple look from Quentin, with those loving, open eyes,was enough to take Eliot’s breath away.

“I love you,” he said, the words coming out easily. Likethey belonged in his mouth. It’s not like it had been easy at first, to say thewords—

But now, it felt as natural as breathing.

And even still Quentin’s face lit up like it was the firsttime he was hearing it.

“I love you, too,” he replied.

And Eliot leaned in, kissing Quentin gently, allowinghimself to believe that they were going to be alright. That this life was theirsnow, that they could have the small, quiet life they both yearned for. That thechaos of everything they’d been through was coming to a real end.

A little idealism, a little hope. It couldn’t hurt.

Eliot allowed himself to believe it.

They were going to be okay.

[ilexa]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So in my continuing Fics I’m Currently Obsessed and Self-Care Medicating With, we have “I’ll Be Coming For You Anyway,” a season 4 fix-it by @annelesbonny, who is wrecking me int he best possible way. 

I think I spend every comment just posting her own lines back to her, because I love them so much. But this, this specifically earned my undying love and devotion: 

“You know, I got promoted recently. Yeah, Secrets Taken to the Grave. Quentin was my first job, actually.”

Eliot looks up, swallows hard past the lump growing in his throat.

“Was he—.” Scared? Upset? Relieved ?

“He was….tired. Worried about you, and everyone else. I let him watch you all say goodbye, at the bonfire.”

Eliot’s eyes burn. “He was there?”

<Stefon voice>This fic has everything: Pining. Saving Q. Road Trips with Dean Fogg. Greek mythology. MTV’s Dan Cortese*.</Stefon voice>

*Okay, not really. But that’s easily one of my favorite John Mulaney-written Stefon lines ever

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Fic Rec Friday  2.12

Guys all these Stucky fics are killing me HELP

Captain America:

The Miskatonic Project by copperbadge  | ?? | PG13 

Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum – or maybe he re-created something very old. Something…Elder.

sorry about the blood in your mouth by callingallangels  | 13K | NR | Clint/Nat, Bucky/Steve

Adventures in babysitting. Or, Natasha says it isn't babysitting, but Clint's not convinced that they haven't somehow adopted an amnesiac super assassin, but he's going with it.

The one where Clint Barton believes in waffles and Bucky Barnes.

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair by tigriswolf  | 24K | G | Bucky/Steve

The man who was once a weapon (and is trying to become a man again) finds a child wheezing one night. It awakens something inside him.

[or, the ex-Winter Soldier imprints on a child and lets her become his conscience]

[mostly fluff]

[mostly]

Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches by Sena  | 26.7K | M | Bucky/Steve

Steve lives in Stark Tower and doesn't have much to do when he's not going after Hydra strongholds. He attends charity events to make Pepper happy. He goes hiking with Sam. He hangs out with Clint in Bed-Stuy and watches Dog Cops. Sometimes Tony gives him super alcohol in a sippy cup. Sometimes he sees Bucky out of the corner of his eye and wonders if it's real or if he's starting to lose his mind.

Alternately, the one with terrible jokes, a foot chase through the Lower East Side, and a tiny little robot named Shitcan.

Out of the Dead Land by emilyenrose  | 62.7K | E | Bucky/Steve

Someone is building machines that look and act like people.

Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.

One Cloud Feels Lonely by thecommodore_squid  | 72.4K | M | Bucky/Steve

“I’m going to take a break for a while,” Steve said quietly, not looking at T’Challa, not knowing that this was what he was gonna do until the words were out of his mouth. “I can’t be on a team right now.”

T’Challa nodded as if he understood. “Alright.”

AKA In which Steve and Bucky both figure out how to be a person again, and it still takes them over 130 years.

- The tags for this mention ‘suicidal thoughts’, but I thought I’d add on here that suicidal ideation is *very* prevalent in this, so if you feel you have to skip it that’s ok!

Teen Wolf: 

Sleep, Don't Visit by betp  | 5K | NR (M) | Derek/Stiles

"Worth dying for, huh?"

Stiles leans against the doorframe, watches Derek sleep in a square of moonlight with an intense satisfaction welling in him. "Absolutely."

Untitled by grimm  | 15.8K | E | Derek/Stiles 

About a week and a half after returning to Beacon Hills, Stiles heads over to the station with a couple bags of food from the diner - in general, he tries to keep his dad eating as healthy as possible, but he’s all right with a treat once in awhile. He’s too busy trying to juggle the bags and their drinks to pay much attention to what’s going on in the station, so once he’s backed in through the doors, he just heads for his dad’s office, only to hear a sharp voice say, “Hey - hey!”

Stiles comes to a halt with a sigh, and turns to look at the deputy manning the front desk. He must be new, because Stiles has never seen him before, and he definitely would remember if he had, because the deputy is gorgeous, just straight-up angry underwear model gorgeous. Even the way he’s currently glaring at Stiles makes him a little weak in the knees.

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Ok so I associate you with really hard hitting emotional scenes, like the one where Quentin and Eliot are having two separate conversations at each other and just. Ugh. So good.

Oh, thank you so much, that means a lot to me!! I did, in fact, cry a little while writing that scene.