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I think generally Ti users tend to doubt themselves and their types :D

Am I an INFJ or an INTJ?

This is one of my more frequently asked questions and rightly so seeing is both INFJs and INTJs have the same first functions! So here’s the low down for those of you who aren’t sure if you’re an INFJ or an INTJ.

First off, you’re probably an INFJ. I mean I have no idea who you are but if you are constantly doubting and questioning who you are then you are most likely an INFJ. INFJs doubt their own type more than any other type I’ve come across. And the types that INFJs often mistype as (INTJs and INFPs) rarely question their result (which has to do with Introverted Feeling that tells them ‘yup this is in line with my values and who I am no doubt about that’). 

That being said there’s nothing wrong with double and triple checking to make sure you’re the right type (which if you’re an INFJ you’re going to do it anyway) so here are a few key characteristics to keep in mind.

INFJs and INTJs share the same first function Introverted Intuition which is why they often mistype as one another. Introverted Intuition is a way of thinking which is why INFJs often think they are Thinkers and not Feelers. Ni is all about finding deeper and deeper meaning behind questions and feels very symbolic and philosophical. It often will find hidden connections that it can’t explain almost like a sixth sense. Ni is analytical thinking that starts asking the deeper questions combined with that ‘gut feeling’ that provides you with the unexplained answers. This is what INFJs and INTJs have in common but the similarities don’t go too much further than this.

The second functions for INFJs and INTJs are not at all the same. INFJs have Extroverted Feeling which is about wanting to maintain social harmony, caring deeply about others, literally feeling the pain of others, and wanting to express ones emotions (but only for INFJs in the right contexts where it won’t upset social harmony and only with people who are very close to us whom we can trust). INTJs, to put it frankly, don’t care one bit about any of that jazz. Most INTJs do not give a hoot whether they offend people and upset social harmony. They will not be afraid to tell you that you’re a complete monkey-butt to your face, in front of all your friends.

An example of this is my INTJ brother still thinks it is not only appropriate but hilarious to make fun of me or openly criticize in a ways I have mentioned hurt my feelings. He also isn’t afraid to use offensive language and terminology for the sake of a laugh, even if it means upsetting an entire community. This isn’t to say he won’t feel a little bad about it later if I tell him outright that I was upset but he is not the type to resist upsetting people, to notice people are upset if they do not say so, or try to avoid upsetting people when he talks. Often if you do not explain why you are upset to an INTJ, they won’t get it.

This is because the INTJ’s second function isn’t the same! Their second function is the brilliant data gathering Extroverted Thinking! Humans do not make sense in Extroverted Thinking terms like they do in Extroverted Feeling terms. Extroverted Thinking is all about using data in the outside world to gather as much information as possible so they can use their Ni to come up with a conclusion. This is why they need you to say if you are upset to know you are upset; they need concrete observable data to collect here, none of that subversive cold shoulder nonsense. This is why INTJs may find the development of yeast or the decomposition of bones or computer programming or illness diagnosing or murder solving to be more interesting than the feelings of others. Those things have rational answers that can be solved. Unlike messy humans.

So those are the functions. If an understanding of the first two functions helps but you still disagree with a few things let me debunk of few misconceptions:

1. “I feel too 'cold’ or too 'rational’ to be a Feeler"  POPPYCOCK! I hear this a lot but understand that Feelers can be plenty rational and INFJs are known for having a cold exterior. Our Introverted Intuition is a thinking function. It is plenty rational.

2. "I’m not anti-social like an INTJ"  PREPOSTEROUS! INTJs aren’t anti-social, at least not all of them (depending on if you mean the real anti-social or not). Some of them prefer solving objective systems rather than dealing with people but plenty of them like trying to solve people as well. The difference between INFJs and INTJs here is that INTJs see people AS objective systems to be solved while INFJs just try to understand and 'fix’ or heal people (a very extroverted feeling thing, 'let me fix/heal/love you!’). INTJs are fully capable of caring deeply for other people. Their cognitive functions just don’t involve demonstrating that caring. (Feeling is their third function and it’s introverted so it is not very visible but it is very much there). 

3. "I don’t talk about my feelings with a lot of people so I can’t be an INFJ"  NONSENSE POOPYPANTS! INFJs only share and express their feelings with a very very VERY select few people who they have carefully chosen as trustworthy. Even though our feeling is Extroverted, we are often unsure or unwilling to show it (even though we REALLY want to) because we are not sure it is the right time (we often worry about dumping our problems on people and becoming a burden to them) or our Ni has told us to be careful what we say in case it could be used against us (silly paranoid Ni).

If you are still confused at this point then I highly recommend taking a cognitive functions testto see if you may be and INFJ who has lost touch with their Fe or and INTJ with a very developed Fi. It is more likely that an INFJ lost touch with their Fe and has a very developed Ti than it is an INTJ has differing functions that lead them to believe they aren’t an INTJ. I’ve noticed lots of INFJs can have their functions knocked out of whack. Not sure why this is yet, but that’s a whole other post.

I hope this helps all of you most likely INFJs realize that you are indeed an INFJ and that you need to take better care of yourself to realign your functions. I also hope INTJs approve of this post and they are free to add to it or correct me! 

Also SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! IF YOU GOT TO THE END YOU DESERVE A COOKIE! :D

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Could you recommend some good okakuri fics 👀

There’s these fanfic recs  To add onto that list, there’s also these from ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13498990/1/Overseas  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13429491/1/Sweet-Games https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13331678/1/Our-Scars-Make-Us-Who-We-Are https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13269126/1/Two-Observers https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13186612/1/Divergent-Entanglement From AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/22710715/chapters/54275770  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24177892 https://archiveofourown.org/works/25517233 I haven’t read fics for Okakuri in a long while but I think these were the ones that I thought were good Also the recent stuff by Scalpha on there seems generally great too. 

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Enemies-to-Lovers Book Recs

This is only a fraction of what I’ve read on my ‘to read’ list so far. All of them have HEA endings (or at least hint at one). I will be adding more as I go!

check out my list of indie YA recs here

Foolish Kingdoms by Natalia Jaster

Trick

Dare

Lie

Dream

Splintered Series by A. G. Howard

Alice the Absent

Splintered

Unhinged

Ensnared

Untamed

The Folk of the Air by Holly Black

The Cruel Prince

The Wicked King

The Queen of Nothing

Falling Kingdoms by Morgan Rhodes

Falling Kingdoms

Rebel Spring

Gathering Darkness

Frozen Tides

Crystal Storm

Immortal Reign

Caraval by Stephanie Garber

Caraval

Legendary

Finale

The Winner’s Trilogy by Marie Rutkoski

The Winner’s Curse

The Winner’s Crime

The Winner’s Kiss

Something Dark and Holy by Emily Duncan

Wicked Saints

Ruthless Gods

Blessed Monsters (April 2021).

Iron Fey Series by Julie Kagawa

The Iron King

The Iron Daughter

The Iron Queen

The Iron Knight

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

A Court of Thorns and Roses

A Court of Mist and Fury

A Court of Wings and Ruin

A Court of Frost and Starlight

The Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden

The Bear and the Nightingale

The Girl in the Tower

The Winter of the Witch

Pandemonium by Willow Anderson

Pandemonium

Catalyst

Ringmaster (TBD)

Chaos (TBD)

Encore (novella—TBD)

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal

We Hunt the Flame

We Free the Stars

Hollow Crown series by Zoraida Cordova

Incendiary

Illusionary (Spring 2021)

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

A Deal With The Elf King by Elise Kova

Playing With Fire by L. J. Shen

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

To Kill A Kingdom by Alexandra Christo

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller

RoseBlood by A. G. Howard

[linnaeusa]

<3

THIS SHIT MADE ME CRY

[linnaeusa]

Fic: Bestial

A/N:This story got away from me a bit, it became much longer than I meant it to. The theme was manipulation and the duality of Korra/Avatar and Amon/Noatak. I’m a bit disappointed with it but at least there is SMUT! Could be cannon compliant if you squint really hard.

Description:  The truth never occurred to her. The signs had been so easy to ignore. The hints had been so miniscule, especially given the fact that she didn’t want to see the truth. Didn’t want to know what had been staring her in the face, peering at her from the shadows.

Manipulative blue eyes laughing behind the safety of a mask.

 Pairing: Amorra/Noarra

Rating: Hard M

Warnings: I’d put Korra at almost 18 in this story so be aware that there is sex with a person of under 18 here. Consensual with a bit of dub-con later. Angst. Manipulation.

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“If you could only see the beast you’ve made of me

I held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free

Screaming in the dark, I howl when we’re apart

drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart” –Howl by Florence and the Machine

The Beauty is a Beast

  Okumaya devam et

[linnaeusa]

Fools in the Darkness: Chapter One

Darkling x Reader

Warnings: Death, violence, drugs (Parem), NSFW and sexual content. This content is explicit and 18+ at some points.

A/N: I caved. I am a wildly stupid individual who has no control over her actions. I know I might come to regret posting this so fast and thus forcing myself into my third ongoing x reader fic, but I also just generally don’t care. I’m still working on No Saints and Sweet Esacpe, just as a slower pace due to my mental health, but this baby here floated out of me like melted butter. I’ll be alternating between uploading this fic and my currently ongoing others! I just had to get this shit out of my system about Shadow and Bone, fr. 

Fic Masterpost

Word Count - 3.4k

Chapter One

Ketterdam covered up your secrets perfectly. It’d only been a matter of weeks since you’d fled there, after travelling the exhausting journey across East Ravka until the Fold had stood before you; brooding, dangerous, a death-wish just to look at, let alone enter it.

Maybe you had to thank him for one thing, General Kirigan, because without him—

You never would have crossed the Fold on your own.

Okumaya devam et

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Nervous

Summary: The Prince of Asgard makes you so nervous you almost always end up causing disasters whenever he’s around.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 2,192

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut.

He is so hot.

You watched him nod his head in acknowledgement as someone bowed slightly in greeting. People were already gravitating towards him, ready to meet the Prince of Asgard. You watched from across the room as he made conversation with the people around him, wearing a small smile on his face. And his clothes were just…..

Green and black accented with gold. They fit his lean figure perfectly, showing off his tone and slender body. You couldn’t help it when your eyes raked over him. He was gorgeous. A fucking specimen.

It was a loud snort coming from next to you that made you snap out of your little trance. You blinked and looked at the man next to you, rolling your eyes at his huge grin.

Okumaya devam et

[linnaeusa]

Enemies-to-Lovers Book Recs

This is only a fraction of what I’ve read on my ‘to read’ list so far. All of them have HEA endings (or at least hint at one). I will be adding more as I go!

check out my list of indie YA recs here

Foolish Kingdoms by Natalia Jaster

Trick

Dare

Lie

Dream

Splintered Series by A. G. Howard

Alice the Absent

Splintered

Unhinged

Ensnared

Untamed

The Folk of the Air by Holly Black

The Cruel Prince

The Wicked King

The Queen of Nothing

Falling Kingdoms by Morgan Rhodes

Falling Kingdoms

Rebel Spring

Gathering Darkness

Frozen Tides

Crystal Storm

Immortal Reign

Caraval by Stephanie Garber

Caraval

Legendary

Finale

The Winner’s Trilogy by Marie Rutkoski

The Winner’s Curse

The Winner’s Crime

The Winner’s Kiss

Something Dark and Holy by Emily Duncan

Wicked Saints

Ruthless Gods

Blessed Monsters (April 2021).

Iron Fey Series by Julie Kagawa

The Iron King

The Iron Daughter

The Iron Queen

The Iron Knight

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

A Court of Thorns and Roses

A Court of Mist and Fury

A Court of Wings and Ruin

A Court of Frost and Starlight

The Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden

The Bear and the Nightingale

The Girl in the Tower

The Winter of the Witch

Pandemonium by Willow Anderson

Pandemonium

Catalyst

Ringmaster (TBD)

Chaos (TBD)

Encore (novella—TBD)

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal

We Hunt the Flame

We Free the Stars

Hollow Crown series by Zoraida Cordova

Incendiary

Illusionary (Spring 2021)

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

A Deal With The Elf King by Elise Kova

Playing With Fire by L. J. Shen

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

To Kill A Kingdom by Alexandra Christo

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller

RoseBlood by A. G. Howard

[linnaeusa]

ego killer (1) | jjk

↳ summary: campus fuck-boy and notorious flirt can’t keep his eyes off you, but you’re unfazed by his remarks. That all changes when he takes it too far at a party and you’ve officially had enough. 

↳ genre: smut (e2l, fuck-boy!jk, nerdy!reader)

↳ word count: 11,292

↳ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), tongue fucking, deep dicking, dirty talk, thigh riding, fingering, tongue sucking, breath play, biting, licking, hair pulling, hickeys, jks dad is an asshole, mentions of abuse and alcohol consumption, swearing

one | two | three/final

masterlist || request

Just as you’re convinced your day couldn’t possibly get any worse, an unwelcome student decides to pull up the seat next to you. Out of every other chair in this one-hundred-plus lecture theatre, Jeon Jungkook just has to sit here. He’s the notorious campus fuck-boy, ladies’ man and everything else that comes with looking like that; dark, wavy hair, pretty eyes, and body proportions out of this world. You won’t deny that he’s attractive, but looks like that only cause trouble and you have a squeaky-clean reputation to maintain. 

“Morning, gorgeous.” He gazes at your face as he awaits a response, but you decide it’s in your best interest to ignore him.

Huge mistake!

Your silence ignites something in him and he makes it his mission to get some kind of reaction. Anything. Maybe a little smile, a laugh, or even a classic eye-roll.

“Playing hard to get. I like it.”

This is so very like him. If he’s not on the receiving end of attention, he convinces himself that there’s an ulterior motive. Your reasoning; you hate him with your whole mind, body, and soul, and you couldn’t give a flying fuck about his shallow compliments, OR if he’s nearing 6ft, OR if he’s the president of multiple social, theatre, and fitness clubs, AND has the record for the highest number of members in a non-educational club! No, you couldn’t care less!

Out of the handful of ridiculous names he’s given his clubs, one has been titled ‘GAINS’ — Gym and Important Nutrition Society. Classic, right? But, despite the negative feelings you have toward him and everything else he does, other students seem to love him. His toned biceps and thick thighs make a very compelling ‘join us’ statement, too.

In contrast and in the good name of education, you formed a marketing club and handed yourself the president badge. And, ever since then, you’ve been doing your bit as an official influencer to students who actually want to learn something from college.

“I can see your panties, by the way.” He adds and you want to drop dead from humiliation. Scratch that. You want to send a pencil through his eye socket for being such a pervert!

An embarrassed heat threatens to crawl up the side of your neck at his observation. Your skirt isn’t even that short! He’s just a boy with a huge ego, eager eyes and a dirtier mouth. But, to save yourself from further humiliation, you tug the fabric down your thighs and tightly cross your legs until the circulation of blood in your legs becomes a little unbalanced. 

“Hey, I wasn’t complaining. You’re hot as hell.” His eyes wander down the length of your bare legs. It’s so obvious that he’s checking you out. He’s practically leaning all the way back in his chair to get a good look. “Even if you wear Hello Kitty panties.”

Oh my god! Please shut the fuck up!

Okumaya devam et

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bad | 01 (m.)

↳   He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

genre; romance, future smut, badboy!au

words; 2 506

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | coming soon ↠

A/N: if people like this, I’ll make another part. it won’t be a long series, though. this will probably be cliché af. but please, pretty pretty pretty please tell me what you think. THANKS.

Okumaya devam et

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I will not be taking questions at this time

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ao3 reader

My face, when character A says that they will never ever fall for character B and they are enemies and they hate B, but this fic is tagged “enemies to lovers”

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Can not decide which personality i am. HELP!

Hello! When i discovered 16personalities my result was ENTP. (At that time i was 15 years old. Probably a that time i didn't know myself) But when i did the test this year I am not even close to ENTP. (I am 20 right now.) I confuse myself between INTJ and INTP.

I'll tell you a little bit about myself and I'd be happy if you could tell me which Personality Type I'm closer to.

- I am cold and calculating but sometimes i put on a mask and try to socialize with people but it doesn't work. When i socialize i felt like somebody choking me. I really need alone time everyday. I decide i don't like people only few people.

-I am not an organized person but when it comes to assignments or grades or studying i am very competitive and want to get the best grade. I have serious future career plans and often think about them.

-I plan almost everything in my head. (Like: I am gonna do this then this...) If it is important i do it right away but if it is not then i delay or don't do that at all.

-I like books, music, psychology, movies, anime. I make lists about which movie i am going to watch or which book i am going to read and when i make lists i get obsessed with finishing. Oh, i like memes too. :)

-When i go to sleep i get anxious about the future. I can't sleep right away. (Like; if this happen what would i do)

-Only i show my emotions to my family i am only child. When we fight with my mother i show my anger and raise my voice but when i fight with somebody outside i try not to show emotions and use sarcasm with a smile.

-I really don’t respect traditions or traditional days it is kind a stupid and unnecessary for me.

Btw english is not my first language. Thanks.

[linnaeusa]

And here they are again ;) More reylo for the ones of you who missed them! Our jedi apprentice is learning the meaning of control… 

Hope you guys like it, see you soon! 

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they are so sexy togetherrr<3

They shop at Dark!GAP together 🖤❤️

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One Night || Sherlock x Reader (smut below cut)

He showed up minutes to noon.

You’d been up late studying, pouring over textbook after textbook that you’d been too tired to bother putting away when you finally crawled into your bed in the young hours of the morning. Your flat was as cluttered as it had ever been with a disarray of notes occupying every surface the eye could see and beside your open laptop, a cold cup of tea sat forgotten amidst the middle of it all, half empty with a shallow ring forming on the wood beneath it.

Your eyes were slow to open at the sound of the incessant knocking on your front door and you stretched with a groan, your half asleep mind fumbling to remember if you were expecting company then. The knocking grew louder, faster, and only after determining that the visitor was definitely not going to stop did you throw your legs over the side, the wood cool cool beneath your feet.

You didn’t bother to move a single hair, despite how atrocious your bedhead surely was, and your eyes fought against every instinct to fall back shut and crawl back into your bed as you stumbled to the front door. Whoever it was had the indecency to wake you from your near-coma and as punishment, they would be forced to endure your unkempt state and most likely harrowing morning breath.

You had barely unlocked the bolts when the door flung open, nearly knocking right into you, and the tall dark blur of the consulting detective swept past you into your flat.

“Y/N, you won’t believe what I saw on my way here.”

You blinked at him, your mind suddenly on as high alert as it could be, and you pushed the door shut behind you. He’d yet to even spare a glance in your direction as he rushed through the room like a storm, his hand running along every surface he passed until he plopped unceremoniously to the spot you’d occupied most of the night before. You watched him fumble with the teacup and he took a sip before promptly spitting it back out into the porcelain.

“Gah, it’s cold.”

“Yeah,” you rasped in a tone that called him out for stating the obvious. “It’s been out all night. Why would you just drink from random cups?”

“Not random,” he mumbled, “it was yours. And I love tea. Can we make tea?”

Your arms crossed as the cogs in your head started to turn. Leaning against the arm of your chair, you peered down at him as he begun to flip through the pages of your various textbooks with both hands, eyes flitting wildly from one page to the next as though he could absorb all the different passages simultaneously.

Though, this was Sherlock, so perhaps he could.

“Sherlock, what are you doing?”

The question went ignored.  

“These are boring.” A look of disgust curled the edges of his lips as he moved on to the other open books spread out, finding nothing of interest in those either. “Why are you reading these, Y/N? They’re so boring.”

“They’re for my classes, Sherlock.”

“You already graduated,” he protested, at last turning those bright blue eyes your way. His brows furrowed. “These aren’t for forensics. Why are you studying anatomy now?”

“I enrolled in a nursing program.”

“Why?”

“Because—because I needed a change.”

“Change is upsetting.”

You rolled your eyes at that. “I’m not surprised you would say that.”

“Oh. Oh!” In an instant, he was at his feet once again, all but leaping over the coffee table to cross the room to you. His hands clamped onto your arms and he leaned in, like he often did when he had a breakthrough on one of his cases. “Y/N, you’ll never believe what I saw on my way here.”

“You said that before. So what was it?”

“I was on my way over here and there was a car parked down near Mr. McGillis’s shop—you know the one, with the knives and the clocks?”

“Yes. You took me there two weeks ago on one of your cases.”

“Yes! That one. Well you’ll never believe it but the car—a dog was driving it!”

You cocked your head with a most perplexed expression, one eyebrow raised in disbelief—and not because of his story, but rather the enthusiasm with which he was relaying it.

“I know! Isn’t that the oddest thing?” He let out a burst of laughter and his eyes shined wildly. “Well, of course it wasn’t really driving, but there were two dogs in the front seats and the small one had its paws up on the wheel—here, I have a picture. You have to see!” As he fumbled to reach into his pocket for his mobile, his grip on your arms fell and you took a step away.

“Sherlock.”

His hands abandoned his search and he looked at you once more, a stupid little smile that, in any other circumstance, would have been charming gracing his lips. “Y/N.”

You held out your hand. “Sherlock, give me your list.”

This time, it was he who looked at you in confusion. “My list?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Your list.”

Recognition hit and for a moment, he said nothing.

“I don’t have it,” he lied.

“Yes you do. You always do. Give it here.”

“No.”

“No?”

Like a petulant child, he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his chin.

“If you want it, you have to take it from me.”

You eyed him up and down, reading everything from his posture to his stubborn glare and letting out a resigned sigh, you took a step forward. Your hand slipped into his pocket.

“It’s not in there.”

You glanced at him. “Then wh—“ As your understanding took root, you drew back and glowered. “Sherlock.”

“Go on, love. Take it.”

He was challenging you, his eyes glinting playfully—dangerously—and he pulled the corner of his lip between his teeth with a smirk. You took another step forward as he lifted back the side of his coat and cautiously, as though you could be burned, your fingers slipped into the pressed pocket of his trousers, brushing the crumpled note hidden inside. Before you could pull away, his arms wrapped snugly around you and all but pinned your body against his own, chest and legs and hips pressed firmly together.

“You’re so warm,” he groaned. “Are you always this warm when you’ve just woken up?”

“Sherlock, you’re crushing me.”

His arms loosened ever so slightly but he didn’t let go and he didn’t give you any space to escape from his embrace. It was enough, however, that you could pull your hand out from his pocket, clenching the crumpled paper between your fingers.

“My god,” he groaned again, his deep voice rumbling against your form in a most confusing and pleasant way, “you smell absolutely divine. How is it you always smell so delicious?”

His head dipped and you felt his nose bury into the skin of your neck, into your messy hair, and he hummed against you, sparking tiny shivers that wracked up and down your spine. You were nearly distracted enough to forget the entire purpose of standing so intimately close to him but with how oddly he was behaving, it didn’t stray far from your thoughts. You unfolded the note and did your best to smooth it with the little dexterity your single hand would provide.

As you struggled to see the words from over his shoulder, your eyes widened.

“What the fuck, Sherlock? Ecstasy?”

“It’s fascinating. I can’t believe I’ve never tried it before.”

“Sherlock, why would you take ecstasy?”

For a man who so seldom felt any strong emotions and even rarer still wanted to feel them, it was a most peculiar whim and you found yourself at a loss for words.

“For a case,” he mumbled. His face was still so close to yours, the tip of his nose drawing a delicate path along the line of your jaw. “The victim was drugged at a nightclub and the assumption is that it was the dosage that killed her. Obviously I had to adjust it for my stature.”

In your younger years, you had become well acquainted with it while you were away at university. You were no stranger to its effects or the dizzying euphoria that it created, but seeing that high experienced through Sherlock was jarring and alien to say the very least. You read over the number written out beside the long pharmaceutical name and your eyes widened again.

“I can’t believe you took this much. Jesus Christ—“ you tried to push away but his arms held you against him with alarming strength. “So you, what, figured you would overdose to see if it would kill you?”

“No,” he murmured so softly against your neck. “On the contrary, I’ve never felt so alive. Do people feel like this all the time?”

“When they’re high, yes. That’s what makes it so dangerous.”

“And appealing.”

It would have been impossible not to notice the way his firm hands began to slide across your back, fists curling and uncurling in the fabric of your sleep shirt as though it were an instrument he was all too eager to learn.

His breath fanned warmth against the shell of your ear as he gasped your name. “I feel so strange. And you feel so good.”

This was getting to be too much.

“That’s the drugs talking, Sherlock.”

Your hands rose up between you and as they slid over the smooth fabric covering his chest, he let out a moan that once again left you shivering, unsure if it was your body reacting to the proximity of your situation or if it was a thousand tiny alarms setting off at the sound.

“Fuck, it feels so good when you touch me.”

At that, you shoved him back with every ounce of strength in your body. He stumbled on his feet and looked at you in confusion—dare you say dejection—and his lip pulled down into a pout.

“Why did you do that?”

With the distance returned between you, you were able to clear your mind of the strange illusion he’d cast. Your hands fell to your hips, lips pulling into a most unpleasant scowl. “Damnit, Sherlock, how could you be so foolish?”

“Please.” In an extravagant motion, he waved the pesky thought away and his eyes remained locked on your form, raking up and down over and over in a slow way that made you feel far more exposed than you were. “I’ve done much worse than this.”

“Yes, as though I need the reminder.” Your eyes clamped shut and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

What were you going to do with him? How long has it been since you’d had to deal with someone this high on this particular drug—he might as well have taken Viagra with the way he was carrying about. You let out a sigh, mind searching everything you’d read about drug interactions since beginning your studies and everything you knew from before then, scrambling to remember if you had anything useful for the situation at hand.

You had nothing.

You couldn’t think clearly.

Your eyes snapped open, suddenly, when his face was buried into your neck again—only this time, his tongue lapped out, tracing a lazy pattern against your skin up to your ear and before you could properly prepare for it, his lips closed over the sensitive flesh of your lobe, nibbling and pulling and breathing in a way you never—not in a million years—would have expected from him.

“Sherlock.” Your voice was needy, pleading, but whether you were pleading him to stop or to keep going, you hadn’t the foggiest.

“You’re so bloody soft,” he moaned against you. “Softer than velvet. I wonder if you’re this soft everywhere.”

His warm fingers squeezed your fleece-covered thigh, running up and down with enough force to bruise and his other hand had somehow snaked its way underneath your shirt in your momentary distraction, sliding up and up and up along your ribs until he could very nearly—

“Sherlock Holmes, watch your hands!”

You all but jumped away from him, catching yourself on the edge of the chair to keep from falling backwards in the clumsiest way.

Focus. You needed to focus.

The man looked almost as dazed as you were sure you did and his lips were moist and red and if you weren’t so utterly astounded, it would have turned you on like nothing ever had.

Okay, so it did that anyway—

“I’d like to watch my hands touching every inch of you.”

Fuck.

When his lips stretched into a smirk once more, you almost lost it. You stepped around behind the chair and held your hand up, signaling him to stop before your hormones could cloud your judgement.

“Sherlock, stop it. This isn’t you and I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re high as a kite.”

He made that face again—the one that relayed the depths of his confusion, looking a breath away from upset with his bright blue eyes as wide as could be.

“But I want this.”

“Now you do. Tomorrow you’ll regret it.”

“I promise you I won’t.”

He took a step closer, around the side of the chair you hid behind, and your feet mirrored his to keep distance between you.

“No, Sherlock, please. Your not thinking straight. You need to go sleep this off.”

“Sleep is the last thing I need right now.” His voice was the embodiment of pure sex. He took another step and so did you.

“Then go take a shower. I recommend a cold one.”

“I’d be more inclined if you joined me.”

The thought crawled into your mind and made a nest of its own and for a single moment, you thought your feet might betray every rational thought you had and take him up on the offer.

You couldn’t let that happen.

You darted past him in a quick burst and plucked your purse from its spot beside the door.

“No. I—I have to go to work. I’ll be late for my shift.”

Sherlock stared at you, expression unchanged. “No, you’re lying. I may be ‘high as a kite’, as you put it, but I can still read you like an open book. Or open—“

“Nope.” Your voice pitched and you shrugged your purse onto your shoulder. “Not lying. Gotta go.” Your hand twisted the knob. Without sparing a glance back at him, you called out to him over your shoulder. “The towels are under the sink.”

You slammed the door shut behind you and lasted all the way to the stairwell before you fell back against the wall and let out a long-held groan.

What the hell was he doing to you?

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