#Bee is a criminal but look at her!! She's so cute

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

Spare some lore about Selina and Sting Sharp and their parents? It’s been a stupid 2 days at work and I think they’re so cute 😭. That sketch you did of them all made me so happy!

If not no worries! Just wanted to drop in and say your OCs always pique my interest!

OHHH I feel so honored <3 I'd love to answer <3

Spoiler free (I still haven't finished writing my fics)

Sharp Sisters

Lets's start from the oldest- "Sting".

She's about 6 in the drawing. Adventurous, curious, pretty mischievous, and very brave... Also getting into trouble a lot. A LOT.

Both of her parents work at Hogwarts, so she spent her childhood in the castle (when possible), sleeping in her parents' chamber or at her Muggle and magical grandparents' house.

She got sorted into Hufflepuff and immediately fell in love with Quidditch, becoming the youngest beater on the team. That's where her nickname came from - dressed in Hufflepuff black and yellow colors, flying recklessly and incredibly fast, giving hard blows to opponents, she looked like a dangerous little bee.

(below how I imagine her in my delulu land in my head)

She spends lots of time in detentions at Hogwarts due to the crazy ideas she comes up with (that make her parents roll their eyes and just say "ugh, again"; they've become so done with it, they just don't care anymore, and the only thing they ask is: "Is she bleeding? No? Oh, well, just take as many points from her as possible."). She's a free spirit who doesn't like being closed in between walls and loves to explore the world on her own, unlike her younger sister, who prefers to study in the library.

Her relationship with her sister is very profound, and even though they are like fire and water and sometimes disagree, they love each other unconditionally. Sting spends lots of time with Selina and gives her support. She deeply worries about her little sister's timid nature and gets into fights each time someone calls little Sharp "a weirdo".

Her relationship with her parents is pretty complicated. It was really wonderful until her 6th year at Hogwarts when she decided to become an Auror despite her... well... certain health issues. Aesop argued with her many times, trying to convince her to find a less dangerous job, but she already set her mind and was too stubborn. It is said that Sting was the only person Aesop ever raised his voice at, too scared of her being injured just like him, or even worse. But, as a rebellious 17-year-old, she did what she wanted to do, ignoring her father's plead. Her mother, Morana, was more optimistic about her life choices (Sting was a Sharp for Merlin's sake!) and convinced Aesop to train her as best as he and her could, preparing Sting for the worst.

She became an Auror, one of the best in history, duh! If you were a criminal and somebody had spilled the tea that Sting Sharp is investigating your case, well, better head to Nepal and intend to live as a goat... But! She didn't like this job at all. Ministry's orders, things against her moral compass she was told to do frustrated her, and after a few years, she quit. Waiting for Aesop's retirement, she took many part-time jobs, also helped her godmother Poppy to catch poachers, and when her dad was finally retired, they both opened a private detective office, also working with Morana and Selina.

Lesbian, she married a long-time girlfriend of hers, had no kids.

The youngest Sharp- Selene (sometimes written as Selina, more Slavic version of that name, as she is half British half Slovakian)

This little grumpy pumpkin, about 1 in the drawing, was literally born at Hogwarts and spent her time close to her parents. Sometimes with daddy: sitting on his desk, incredibly interested in classes, lulled to sleep by his lectures, or playing with vials (unbreakable) filled with glitter and colorful water. Sometimes with mummy: sleeping in a scarf wrapped around her body during her lectures. Sometimes with her many teacher aunts and uncles, who loved to take her to their classes (especially Ronen and Garlick).

Her interest in potions was obvious from the beginning, but soon Aesop discovered that, in her case, there was a thin line between genius and obsession, and she preferred to experiment rather than play with her peers. Only her older sister seemed to understand her and accept that Selina is a bit different than other kids her age: always gloomy and avoiding anyone's company. She stood out from the crowd also thanks to her dad's tall genes, his grumpy and dreamy nature and, well, his look in general, along with dark eyes and hair, crooked teeth, big nose. She was never considered "pretty", often being compared to her father. Other kids giving her unpleasant comments like "I wouldn't date old Sharp's lookalike".

(below how I imagine her in my delulu land in my head)

Other kids hated the fact that she's two teachers' daughter (and other teachers are her aunts and uncles) and bullied her a lot, calling her "a weirdo" or "a teacher's favorite" (Sting, ironically, never had that problem). Her parents and sister tried their best to make amends with anyone who dared to hurt Selina, but she felt sad and lonely anyway. She was often found hidden somewhere behind dad's cauldrons in his class, crying. Her situation was breaking Sharps' hearts, and they came up with an idea to sign her up for an internship at Parry Pippin's shop during her 3rd year. That was a jackpot; Selina made friends with adult potioneers, no longer feeling alone, and her talents began to thrive. After Pippin's death, she, not his children, became the shop's owner and one of the best healers in Europe, working occasionally at St. Mungo's or giving lectures at Hogwarts when Aesop was not feeling well.

Her relationship with her sister is stronger than diamond. She supports the sometimes annoyingly talkative and loud Sting and is always ready to help her. Their hearts were both broken when Selina got sorted into Slytherin, away from the older Sharp.

She's a daddy's daughter, and, no matter how much she loves her mum, it's Aesop she runs to first and clings to his jacket. She preferred to spend time with him as he was quieter and calmer than Morana, who loved wild adventures, that, on the other hand, Sting preferred more. Morana sometimes felt guilty that she couldn't approach her youngest daughter as well as Aesop, but she found out that they both enjoy slow hikes and exploring the calm Tatra Mountains in Slovakia. Selina anticipated those even few weeks long lonely trips with her mother.

She met her husband in Pippin's shop (Selina and Aesop both found a cure for his quite rare sickness), Garreth Weasley's son, who later took Sharp's surname. They had a beautiful red-headed son - Aesop Sharp Junior.

I hope you enjoed this little spoiler free backstory of my characters <3

It was hard to find a NPC mix of Morana&Aesop but this one is the best option:

Sad dark eyes, dark brown hair, high cheek bones, bushy arched brows, big nose, upper lip shape- Aesop

Tanned skin tone, 10K freckles, round face- Morana

[celestiall0tus]

Lady and the Scoundrel - Chapter 11 - The Scoundrel

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            Lady sat atop Big Ben in the middle of the day as she looked down at the city. She had spent the last week waiting for the scoundrel to appear. She worried she wouldn’t see him at all during her break. This was the only time she’d be able to encounter him. If he didn’t show up at all during the winter holiday, she wasn’t sure what she would do.

            For everything that has happened, Lady felt this was her only chance. It didn’t matter how many people she helped, how many petty criminals she stopped, none of that truly mattered. So long as she found this scoundrel and stopped him, she’d prove she was good. She’d prove that as Lady, she can finally be a true hero. That Lady can save the day where Queen Bee ruined everything.

            Lady’s ears perked up as she heard distant explosions followed by alarms. She leapt from Big Ben and dashed towards the source. She paused on a nearby building as she summoned her bow. She knelt and took aim. She watched people in masks poured out from the hole blasted in the wall. She squinted as the smoke cleared and she saw the scoundrel. She took a deep breath, aimed, and released the arrow. The arrow soared through the sky and nicked the scoundrel on the shoulder.

            Lady stood and released a volley of arrows on the scoundrel. She watched him dodge most of the arrows before he saw her. She backpedaled as she used her power to create a construct in her image. She hid nearby as her construct continued to shoot off endless volleys. He leapt up with his arms reared back to attack. She shot an arrow at his hands that grazed him and got him to drop his weapon.

            Lady ran in and pinned down the scoundrel. He yowled and hissed as he fought her, until he looked at her. She frowned when she saw his pupils dilate, eyes widen, and jaw drop. She tsked and took aim.

            “It’s over, Scoundrel. You’ve lost. Whatever you have been doing ends here,” Lady announced.

            The Scoundrel blinked, then laughed. “Aww, isn’t that cute? You think I’ll stop so easily? You’ve got another thing coming your way, beautiful.”

            Lady furrowed her brows. She opened her mouth to speak when the Scoundrel kicked out her legs. She rolled over and got to her feet as he ran up to the ledge. He winked at her before he leapt over the edge. She growled and ran up the edge to see him running away. She ran along the rooftops as she chased him. He turned back and blew a kiss her way before he picked up speed. She panicked as he slipped further away. She couldn’t let him get away.

            Lady took a deep breath and summoned one of Barkk’s special arrows that would coat an entire block in a thick fog. She hesitated for a moment for those that breathe it in would fall in love with the next person they saw. Barkk didn’t specify what kind of love, but she hoped it wasn’t romantic love. She leapt up in the air and notched the arrow. She watched the Scoundrel’s movements before she released the arrow. It soared through the air to where he was going to be and hit him. The arrow erupted into a thick pink fog.

            Lady landed on the ground and ran into the fog. She searched through it for the Scoundrel, but she didn’t see his black outfit amidst the pink. Fear crept up in her as she searched around several times by the time the fog let up. Her stomach fell as she didn’t see any sign of the Scoundrel. She rushed off the scene of the robbery to find the cops had all arrived. The chief was amongst them, and he flagged her down.

            “Little Lady! How was the hunt?” the Chief asked.

            “I lost him, but I have his scent,” Lady admitted.

            “Good. Shame you lost him, but thanks to your efforts, we captured the robbers.”

            Lady’s ears perked up. “You… you did?”

            “We did. We’ll be taking them in for questioning. Would you follow us as we get them to the station? I don’t want to take any risks of that cat showing up.”

            Lady nodded as her tail wagged. “Yeah! I mean, yeah. I can do that.”

            The Chief tipped his hat to Lady before he got in his car. She waited a moment for the other cops to get in their cars and drive off. She followed them as she dashed along with rooftops. She saw them to the station before she headed back to the Graham de Vanily home. She de-transformed and stepped inside. She stopped to see Amelie and Memoria watching the breaking news coverage of her fight with the Scoundrel.

            “Oh, Chloe! You’re back. Take a look at that!” Amelie cheered.

            “Uh, it looks like a dog hero fighting that cat villain,” Chloe remarked.

            “I know! Isn’t it exciting? I admit, I had considered taking the field when I saw him, but then I thought about all my other responsibilities, and I couldn’t add being a hero to that. So, I’m glad that someone else is taking that responsibility.”

            Chloe gave a tired chuckle when the door slammed. They all turned to see Felix had returned. He stormed past them with his eyes shut. He pushed past Chloe and shot her a look before he continued and turned a corner.

            “My, I wonder what’s gotten to him. I should go check on him,” Amelie said.

            Amelie left and Chloe sat beside Memoria.

            “So, how’d I do?” Chloe asked.

            Memoria smiled and hugged Chloe. “You did great.”

            “I hope so. But… I’m worried.”

            “What happened? May I see?”

            Chloe nodded and bowed her head. Memoria pressed her forehead to Chloe’s and witnessed the battle from Chloe’s eyes. She hummed as she moved away.

            “Curious look in his eyes,” Memoria whispered.

            “You don’t think he… you know?”

            “I’m not sure. I’ve seen that look on so many faces for so many different reasons. I cannot say for certain what were the implications.”

            “What do I do?”

            “Play it by ear. And if he does something that you’re uncomfortable with, shut him down. However, if you see an opportunity to get him to stop, see if you can work with him to make him simmer down.”

            “Is that even possible?”

            Memoria hummed and looked at Chloe. “Why don’t you tell me?”

            Chloe opened her mouth, then shut it and looked away. “I’ll… I’ll try.”

            Memoria smiled and hugged Chloe. “That’s all we can ask for. But if he doesn’t listen and you feel in genuine danger, please don’t hesitate to get me involved. Ok?”

            “I will. I promise.”

            “Thank you. Good luck out there.”

            “Thank you. I’m going to need it.”

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[oro-junestar]

some of my favorite pac-man headcanons i came up with back in my insane days,,

-in pac-man world, orson was extremely malnourished, being obsessed with staying inside toc-man all day, never getting any sunlight or sustenance (which is why he's so grey). after defeating him, pac-man made sure to spend plenty of time with him to help him recover back to a healthy state <3 -since funky apparently works for orson, at least in world 1, spunky works for kinky. as for what she does umm idk sits there and looks cute. also idk where funky was in world 3 either lol -also funky pilots toc-man in pac-man world rally while orson works on um um hes still fixing up the spectral realm i think -golvis and spooky long lost brothers !!!????!?? :O -also wandy is spooky's most devoted servant and is an absolutely deranged simp for him oh my god its insanity,. -orson and erwin are exes (CRACK SHIP OF THE CENTURY) -creepy (from the minecraft thingy) and glitchy (from pac-man 256) are bestiesss -pac tech is primitive compared to ghost tech (orson would burst into tears upon seeing professor pac's lab i think) -sue and sue (pac-man world 2) would absolutely get into arguments all the time and be yelling and crying and causing all sorts of drama. they are volatile they should never EVER be put in a room together -pac-man eated a bees once. it did NOT GO WELL. -orson is in the fuckin uhhh i forget the tech lab place from pac-man party because of course he is -sue is the mother of yum-yum -orange sue, pink sue, and purple sue are sisters. -the maze is a popular sport event. pac-man, blinky, inky, pinky, and clyde are the world champs, and then afterwards they like to go grab a coffee and like idk make love or something -tim went missing in the spectran realm and i guess somehow created the nether realm (ghostly adventures), and his cries for help can still be heard to this day (i forgot about this this goes hard as fuck) -if spunky and funky were in ghostly adventures theyd totlaly be fire and ice ghosts -orson and the purple janitor guy got married after cleaning up the outpost (CRACK SHIP OF THE CENTURY 2) -the whole shit with spunky running away and joining a criminal gang -the whole shit with the fucking ghost zombie blood fungus disease thing?? -just the whole shit in general this was all so wacky -the museum in pac-man world 3 is just orson's pathetic shrine to pac-man...he doesn't let him see it cause its too embarassinggggg he would laugh at him -pac-man loves reciting and explaining memes to orson. orson does the same back to him sometimes it's very annoying. -orson loves to startle pac-man sometimes. it's very annoying. -orson loves to ramble about his newest inventions to blinky. it's very intriguing and blinky loves hearing orson's soft voice while being petted by him ouh,, -orson apparently served in the military???woah. -there is a ghost witch who lives deep in banni who's mad that orson built his outpost directly above her home. rude. um i forget what she does about it -orson totally jams out to desert music -blinky likes to gently bite pac-man after giving him a kiss aww <3 -munchy isn't the only nickname blinky gives pac-man. munch-munch, cumball, fuckalicious...yeah it's awful. orson, AKA fluffybutt, knows all too well. -clyde needs frequent reassurance and affirmation or else he thinks he's not doing good enough :( -joey, paul, willy, and frankie run a bootleg games company together. joey is the CEO and does CEO stuff, paul manages finances, willy makes merchandise, and frankie programs the games (u get a cookie if u remember who those are)

[aajjks]

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NWO!JK

sunday comes and goes but the memory of you and jungkook on the rooftop alone and in love never leaves your mind. the crystals glow throughout the night because all you can think about, all you see is him. his eyes, his hair, his lips, his hands, his smile—everything. that feeling of joy is replaced by the aching feeling of loneliness without your boyfriend and for the first time, you actually want monday to arrive faster.

once monday finally arrives, you beat your alarm clock and start your morning routine rather early. you make a yummy cinnamon waffle with homemade iced caramel coffee for breakfast and finally have the choice to wear something other than your boring blue nurse scrubs.

you settle on a cute pink top with blue jeans and cute shoes to match. once again, you’re rocking gold jewelry and your hair is styled similarly to last night in a half up half down hairdo. overall, it’s simple but cute and to top it off, jungkook’s (aka your boyfriend) healing/good luck bracelet.

after spraying your body from head to toe in a lovely smelling body mist, you’re off to school.

“ah! holy shit, you scared me”

“sorry, sorry. i just wanted to give this to you”

“well good morning to you too, mj”

~🫧

He’s waiting eagerly for you to arrive at the school today and today feels so special.

It’s your first day together as a couple, and he’s so excited to see after a WHOLE DAY. Eunwoo watches his friend pace back and forth in the hallway, “dude relax she’s coming.” But jungkook doesn’t pay any mind to him.

“Shut up where is your girlfriend anyways?” Jungkook teases him back, even though jungkook hasn’t told him about you two dating yet, since he wants you to tell him together.

You make him so happy, he can’t wait to see you. “Do you think she’s in trouble? Should I go and look for her?”

Jungkook has been buzzing like a bee with so much happiness radiating off of him, the criminal he caught yesterday got to the police without a harsh kick from Spider-Man because jungkook was busy thinking about you.

Eunwoo laughs, “relax hero, I’m pretty sure she’s on her way.” He assures Jungkook who is starting to get worried.

He just hopes that you’re safe. And he hasn’t noticed MJ here too. It’s worrying, the black cat is a cunning little bitch, and you’d make a very easy prey to her claws.

Just as he’s thinking the worst case scenarios, you finally arrive, and suddenly his dim world lights up. “YNNNNN!!!!!” Jungkook quickly runs to you, a huge smile on his face as he hugs you, all in your glory.

Your scent takes him to another level of peace and he inhales deeply. “Oh I missed you so much.. you look so pretty..” he caresses the back of your head

“Look at me yn, do I look good?”

[spoilerswtoriaandkimkim]

Spoilers! Fic Recs

So the other day someone reached out to us on out Instagram and asked if we had any fic recs for AFTG. So Toria compiled a few of her favs and here they are....

The Travelers 'Verse by @sunrise_and_death

This universe that @sunrise_and_death created is super cool. It reminds me a lot of Sense8 which is probably my favorite show of all time. It's very similar to like a soulmate au but where instead of having a soulmate you have a traveler that can "visit" with when you turn a certain age. The rest of the story is mostly canon and you see Neil on the run and watch the love and admiration grow between Neil and Andrew. It's quite long and wonderful and still being updated.

Neil Josten's Vendetta by Luci_Cunt

This is another au where Andrew is a criminal justice student and is looking for a killer and said killer is Neil. Neil needs a roommate, he gets Andrew. Which is fine, until Andrew is the first person to connect all of Neil’s victims and actually start figuring out who is killing all of the Butcher of Baltimore’s people. Then Neil starts having some issues. It only gets worse when Andrew accidentally discovers a whole new Japanese-flavored layer to Neil's personal vendetta.

Lucid by BakaDoll, Fornavn

What if you found the person you love, but then you wake up and realize it was all just a dream? Will you just go on with your life? Andrew tried to, but four years later he’s still lost, unable to forget about that boy with the impossibly blue eyes. And then, one day, he’s confronted with another question: What if dreams are more than they seem to be? Suddenly he’s pulled into a take on reality that he never thought possible and finds himself face to face with the supernatural, the people around him, that he thought he knew, turning out to be more than he expected. And just as things settle down, death knocks on their door, trying to take Andrew’s happiness away yet again.

Progress comes in Small Steps by Ominous

This 'verse is absolutely hilarious. I started reading it because the second part is Aaron and Andrew in their joint session with Bee and she points out that the twinyards have the same taste in people. You get so many povs and a real insight in the different relationships of the twinayrds, neil and katelyn. It shows a cute friendship between katelyn and neil as well. It is fully complete too.

[potatobugz]

Sollux and Mituna for the ask game

TWOSDAY SPECIAL BABYYY

For Sollux,

Sexuality Headcanon: oh oh definitely bisexual 100%

Gender Headcanon: Transmasc Sollux truther !!!!!! he could also b a demiboy I think that would be fun. (sollux They/He momence, maybe)

Ship I Have For Said Character: I think I really like Solfef & Arasol... Solkat is also really cute too methinks. also eriarasolfef >>> criminally underappreciated. i love them heheh

BROTP: Nepeta and Sollux would have a really fun dynamic together.. also I feel like Dave & Sollux would've been good friends too

NOTP: umumum obviously no gross stuff but I cant think of any i really dislike, other than that...

Random Headcanon: Sollux painted their nails white so they could match w Aradia who painted hers black. giggle

General Opinion: I LOV SOLLUX!!!! my opinion is that they are very cool B) I love his design & his overall vibes & the bees are everything to me. I love the bees

For Mituna,

Sexuality Headcanon: i. i am stumped.. i do not know 4 this one...

Gender Headcanon: ALSO trans bc we stay winning. I think Mituna gets to be bigender if they want to bc they deserve it (He/They/She/It moment >:))

Ship I Have For Said Character: MITULA FOREVER AND EVER!!! gamer girl x gamer boy except Latula's the game boy and Mitunas the game girl. I win.

BROTP: hmm maybe Kurloz and Mituna could be friends? idk that much about Kurloz though ill be honest

NOTP: *looks at the camera with a knowing stare* Cronus Die

Random Headcanon: hmmm umum she can have a forked tongue as a treat. actually I think Sollux can have one too, they r both fucked up lizards to me... (affectionate)

General Opinion: I love tuna I love tuna I love it so much!!!! He is my absolute favorite Dancestor he is so swag.. who put this slimy grimy GUY on my LAWN. everything 2 me <3

[sculptural-renaissance]

SGU Week Day 4 (oh are we still doing this): Favorite shi

Eli and Ginn were precious, and it's criminal that we didn't get more of them. C r i m i n a l . To say nothing of that double-fridging (that they did twice... ffs).

I like to think that Ginn would be all in for going to earth, and she eventually gets her wish after her file is removed from quarantine (with a sweet clone body grown from DNA harvested from her old clothes, which were initially saved to be backup clothing for some of the ladies on board Destiny, but later saved for cloning purposes [yes I'm aware this means her body would have been buried in some state of undress, but it was off camera anyway so it's fiiiiiiiine]).

Y'all say what y'all like about Family Guy, but the cutaways have tons of cultural references (I am frequently "Peter Griffin Explains the Joke when I watch with my husband). My thought is that Eli shows Ginn episodes of Family Guy to teach her about earth, which you can imagine leads to some pretty ridiculous misunderstandings.

Please do not enjoy this excerpt from The Eli Wallace Guide to Getting a Cute and Smart 3D Girlfriend

A while back, whilst hunting for meme fodder, I found a mean article written back around when SGU was airing. The gist of it was basically that Ginn was too "pretty" for Eli, and that a "schlubby" guy like him didn't deserve to be with someone conventionally attractive. Idk, maybe I'm old, but I think they're around the same level of cuteness. Also, bear in mind that in the past, having some extra weight was considered a sign of wealth and a positive trait. Eli's body type could easily be a selling point for Ginn, who is apparently interested enough in leaving the Space Cartel that she's willing to risk her life for it. To her, Eli is sweet, smart, cute, and her ticket to a life so cushy that luxuries she can't even imagine are considered commonplace. He's the entire package. 🧡

Look, I'm not creative. This is verbatim from Family Guy, but it's funny as hell, so it's going in the post.

This is Vital Information, mainly because Eli is definitely dragging her to a comic con at the first opportunity. God, imagine being an alien and going to a con, and it looks no different from that trading post you used to go to every month

Gotta learn about Halloween, AKA the best holiday! I do wonder what kind of holiday celebrations they might try to have on the Destiny in some hypothetical future where they can get supplies from earth, especially with all those Lucian Alliance members from various other planets. Obviously not something worth showing in a show that was mainly focused on survival, but it's a fun idea for fics.

And yes, at this point, Family Guy is the only TV show Ginn knows, except for the ones they mention on the show.

Please enjoy the references to Mean Girls and Parks & Rec.

Apparently raisins are a universal constant, too, which is good because I love them and will tolerate no raisin-slander on my page

"Shut up, Eli, you don't have a band." Fr tho "Spaceship Full of Bees" is an awesome band name

This is actually one of the shorter "episodes" I've done, in which Dale gets the bright idea to keep bees on a spaceship. I looked it up, and you can't keep honeybees inside, not even in a greenhouse, because they need more space than that to roam around. Maybe they could genetically engineer some that are suitable for pollinating weird space plants on a starship. No way will that hilariously backfire. Ginn is clearly familiar with the steroid bees, so she will probably think they're normal.

Dale's other idea is to get chickens. Maybe they can get some domestic space quail instead. They're smaller.

"So after we finished Family Guy, we watched some of The Cleveland Show. Then, when I took her to the zoo, she threw a beer into the bear enclosure, and that's how we both got lifetime bans from The Cheyenne Mountain Zoo."

But yeah imagine learning all this random pop culture info from some raunchy cartoon so you can fit in on an alien planet, but no one bothers telling you that the second-most common pet on that planet can't talk. Good luck to everyone when Ginn meets a parrot...

[bexstevie]

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( song: smooth criminal by michael jackson )

“dang,” stevie whistles, feigning surprise and awe as he stares at yulhee. “you do all of that? talk about a busy bee!” he leans further on the counter, nodding his head and watching each expression of glee overtake her face. it’s sweet, and a part of him feels bad that he’s conning her like this. not that she isn’t any of the things he’s saying– maybe she is! stevie’s got not a damn clue, and he’s not going to stick around to find out. “you’re amazing me every minute of the moment.” he says, shaking his head and batting his eyelashes at her. 

you do that too easily, he’s been told before. smiles with teeth and laughter that seems interested even if stevie is anything but interested. it’s fun, to play a role– as long as he gets what he needs at the end of it. look out for the one and only– me, myself, and i. 

maybe in another universe he’d be nicer. more genuine and earnest, like yulhee. but instead, stevie’s rotten to his core and just blessed with a charming grin and a face that could make you sell your soul to the devil. 

too bad, so sad. that’s just the cards life has given them.

it’s easy to wax poetry, strip out bullshit that falls off his tongue easily. like he’s been doing it for years, like it’s nothing but an artform perfected and mastered at this point. and it’s even easier to reach forward in an attempt to brush a stray hair from the girl’s face. it’s supposed to be romantic, flirty in nature, only for stevie to knock over a glass of wine and have it spill all over her. 

“ah! i’m so sorry, i’m so clumsy– oh my god,” he laughs it off, voice squeaky, shoulders shaking with mirth as he rushes to grab napkins and shove them at her, going for more panicked than attempting to laugh at her. it is kind of funny though; if he were an outside, stevie would have snickered.

quickly getting up from his seat, he circles around and gently ushers her up, grimacing at the sight of her outfit stained with wine. what a shame, it had looked nice on her. though he’s sure she can always replace it. “you should probably go into the restroom, probably easier to clean up with the sink.” he speaks, gentle and sweet. “and more towels. oh my god, i’m so sorry about this, yulhee.” he apologizes again, moving over to help her out of her seat, and gather her things.

he can’t help it– his fingers, so twitchy. if her wallet ends up in his hand and tucked into his sleeve, he blames it on his kleptomaniac tendencies. 

“i’ll get you another one,” he calls out to her before she hurries to the restroom, quickly wiping up the mess on the counter, though he keeps one eye on her until she’s all the way out of sight. pushing himself off the table, he gathers up the napkins from the mess and moves back over to the bar to replace her drink. stevie tugs out yulhee’s wallet, pretending it’s from the back of his pocket, and pays with yulhee’s money, making a show and muttering about how clumsy and how much of a loser he is to the barkeep. 

as he returns back to the table, yulhee’s new glass in hand, she still isn’t back yet. which is bad for her– probably because the stain is pretty bad. or she’s scathing and cursing his name before coming back with composure. either or– stevie’s not sticking around to see the aftermath. 

he takes a hefty sip from the glass, going to pat his mouth dry with a napkin. his lips come back in the form of a wine pressed mouth mark, and he smiles at it, amused. “cute,” he mutters to himself, shaking his head and giggling at himself as he sets it down next to her glass. reaching for her wallet once more, stevie plucks out every credit or debit card he sees, and takes about half of the cash inside. he leaves enough to get her home, because come on! he’s a gentleman at the very least. 

and then he tosses the wallet on the table, humming a tune as he turns and walks right out of the establishment.

[feveredblurs]

❝ Never did come up with a cool name for that... ❞ mabel to jo

@apaise

“ well, we tried. but our ideas... weren’t great. ” granted, mabel had been the one behind every suggestion – but jo tries to lessen the blow with shared blame. she hadn’t really contributed with stellar ideas either, anyway. “ you don’t have to pick a spider-themed name... but it’s just confusing if it has to do with other animals. ” while cute, lady bee did not suit the kind of abilities mabel now had.

looking up from the sleeve she’s sewing ( after mabel had a near deadly encounter with a criminal ), jo studies her friend for a moment. for all that they joke about it, she knows how important this persona is to mabel. she’s noble, in a way that jo doesn’t always know how to voice. not everyone would use their newfound powers to help others – jo certainly wouldn’t burden herself with such a task.

someone as heroic as mabel deserved a proper alias.

“ how about... ” jo starts, humming as she tests out a name on her lips. “ spider... lady? lady spider? ” wow, those sound awful. “ madame spider? widow? ” hearing herself, she realizes how ill-suited the names are for mabel. she could never be associated with something so grim and threatening.

jo laughs, only slightly embarrassed as she returns her attention to her sewing. “ or maybe something less dark. ”

[sunghun]

ATTENTION… please?

pairing: spiderman!riki x fem!reader

summary: imagine being a literal superhero who fights criminals and still not having the guts to confess to your crush. riki can relate.

warnings: cursing, kissing, and riki being an absolute mess.

word count: 3,095

note: this was originally going to be a very long one-shot, but i couldn’t stand to make this any longer than it already is so uhhhh expect part 2 soon i guess?? also i wrote this with may @tyunni in mind. love u babe 😘💕

“I just don’t get why you can’t even talk to her, Riki. I mean I talk to her everyday, and she’s really cool. Can’t you at least try to start a conversation with her?”

Sunoo had officially lost his mind.

Sure, you weren't completely unapproachable, and you had never just straight up ignored anyone, but Riki’s problem went a little beyond that. Very beyond that. So far beyond that he could barely see it.

It’s not like he hasn’t tried to talk to you before. It’s just that he always manages to make himself look like an idiot when he does.

Had Sunoo already forgotten the bee incident from several months ago? Riki couldn’t even think about you without blushing for days after that.

“No dude, cause bees are like-” Riki had stopped mid-sentence as soon as he saw you walking up to him and Sunoo. You were smiling.

You had such a pretty smile.

“Hey, Sunoo. Hey, Riki.” You’d said. Sunoo greeted you with a simple ‘Hi, Y/N!’ like any normal person would, but the only thing Riki managed to say was–

“Bee.”

You frowned and looked around. “What? Where?

If Riki hadn’t been so tongue tied he would’ve tried explaining to you that he really didn’t mean to say that. He just was so dazed from seeing your smile this close that his throat was suddenly dry and he managed to forget every word he ever learned. And not to mention the fact that you actually said something to him. You even knew his name.

But alas, all he could do was stand there as the silence lasted longer and longer, and the air turned more awkward by the second.

“Don’t worry, it’s gone now. Probably saw a flower somewhere. Or something.” Sunoo finally said, in a desperate attempt to save Riki, who only managed a pathetic nod as his face grew more and more red. He definitely resembled a tomato at this point.

You didn’t look very convinced but nodded nonetheless. “Right…”

Riki had never wished for the ability to turn invisible more than now.

“Anyway, uh, Riki, you dropped your pencil case down the hall.” You handed it to him and he took it with what he hoped was a grateful smile, but from Sunoo’s pained expression, most definitely looked like a grimace instead. “I guess I’ll see you around...” You waved at them and walked away, and from the corner of his eye, Riki could see Sunoo turning to him slowly with a disbelieving stare.

“Riki… what was that?” Sunoo asked, looking as if he was feeling real, physical pain. “I’ve never felt so embarrassed before. And I didn’t even do anything!”

“Excuse me, I need to go cry in the bathroom for a while.” Riki said, slamming his locker door and wishing more than anything else that it was socially acceptable to bury oneself alive.

“Just give it up already dude. I always embarrass myself when I get close to her, so I’ll just look at her being beautiful and perfect until we graduate, and then I’ll never see her again.” Riki said resolutely as they walked to their next class. “I forget how to be a normal person when I’m around her so why even try?”

“Come on Riki!” Sunoo groaned, dramatic as ever. “Just try to talk to her? Please? She’s so nice, and funny, and cute, and everything you've dreamed about.” He sighed and shook his head. “You're starting to make me sad, you know. You’ve liked her for a year now, you can’t just give up like that.”

In theory, what Sunoo was suggesting was rather simple, but in reality it just wasn’t.

The truth was, Riki lost control of himself whenever he got near you. He would get butterflies, his palms would start sweating, and it got hard to breathe. He wished he knew how to act like a regular person around you, but no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible.

It seemed his crush on you was meant to stay just that.

A crush.

You had no idea why Nishimura Riki hated you. You’d been nothing but nice to him and yet whenever you tried to talk to him he looked like he’d just eaten something sour, and that he couldn’t wait for you to leave him alone.

Which really sucked considering you had the biggest crush on him since the world was created. Well, actually it had only been since you guys started high school, which was almost two years ago, but it may as well have been forever.

You and Sunoo had been seatmates in History since the beginning of the year, and though the two of you had only said the occasional ‘hi’ in passing before that, you’d like to think that you were somewhat close friends now.

He always greeted you, and you texted each other quite often. He was funny, and dramatic, and overall just a really great friend. You were happy you two got close.

If only his (extremely cute) best friend would stop acting like he was about to throw up any time you came near him, things would've been perfect.

You didn’t want to stop being friends with Sunoo, and you didn’t want to feel uncomfortable when you talked to him just because he was with Riki all the time. There were days you wanted to sit with him at lunch and talk, seeing as that was the only time you could really do so at school, but Riki’s unwelcoming attitude stopped you every time.

It was time for this nonsense to stop.

If he didn't like you, fine. Whatever. Sure you weren’t happy about it, but crushes, even ones you’ve had for two years, would go away.

You just wished he would stop being so obviously mean about it. You knew he’d been friends with Sunoo since forever, but Sunoo was your friend too. Losing him just because one of his other friends was jealous and didn’t like you was stupid and unnecessary.

Which was why you decided to ask Sunoo if there was some way you make things better between you and Riki so could at least be around him and Sunoo without him waiting very impatiently for you to leave, or being outright ignored

“So, Sunoo…” You said, keeping your eyes on the book you had opened and trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Is it alright if I ask you a question?” You asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He answered, glancing at you.

“Why does…Riki hate me so much?” Sunoo froze as soon as the words left your lips, and you couldn’t help but regret asking him at all. You should've just kept your mouth shut.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, his eyes wide.

You started messing with the corner of the pages on your book so you wouldn’t have to look Sunoo in the eyes. “I mean, he hasn’t really tried to keep it a secret or anything. With him always looking so uncomfortable around me and stuff, you know. And I don’t know if it’s something I did or said, I just-” You sighed. “I just don’t want the fact that he doesn’t like me to come in between us and make you stop being friends with me.”

Sunoo closed his eyes and sighed deeply before turning to you with a bright smile. “Don’t worry, I promise it’s nothing you did. In fact, I’ll talk to him about it later, okay?”

“Oh no- Sunoo- I- You don’t have to do that, really.” You shook your head. Somehow you felt like Sunoo talking to Riki about you would lead to him finding out about your crush. Which was definitely the last thing you wanted.

“Really, it’s no problem Y/N. And I won’t tell him you asked, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Of course that’s what you were worried about. “Yeah, I’d appreciate that.”

The bell rang, and the two of you started to pack up your things. Before Sunoo left he made sure to give you a bright smile. “I’ll give you a report later, okay?”

You nodded gratefully, and started to mentally prepare yourself to find out the reason the boy you liked so much hated your guts.

What a fun day.

“You dumbass! You absolutely moronic, idiotic, selfish dickhead!”

Sunoo was charging towards him, completely ignoring all the weird looks he was getting from the other students in the hall, and Riki suddenly feared for his life.

“I’m going to kill you.” He said once he was close enough that he no longer needed to shout.

“Why? What did I do?” Riki couldn’t think of anything he’d done to upset Sunoo recently, at least not to warrant this kind of reaction.

“Oh nothing. You didn’t do a single thing. And that is the whole problem, stupid.” Sunoo slammed his locker shut, and Riki jumped in surprise and slight fear at the look on his friend’s face. “Because apparently Y/N thinks you hate her-“

“She what?!” Riki would later deny how squeaky his voice was, or that even shrieked at all, but at that moment he was too shocked to feel embarrassed about it. How could the love of his life think he hated her?

“–and she doesn’t talk to me or sit with us for lunch because she doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ve had to deal with your teenage angsty ass by myself for months now all because you can’t grow a pair and confess to the girl you like, which made her think you dislike her.” Sunoo shook his head and placed his hands on his hips, making himself resemble something of a disappointed mother. “Shame on you.”

“Oh no, oh no, oh no…” Riki muttered under his breath while running his hands through his hair, messing it up quite thoroughly. “How could she think I hate her? She makes me go crazy just by being near me! She’s practically the love of my life!”

“You’re hopeless, you know that? Absolutely hopeless.”

Riki stopped his mental breakdown long enough to glare at Sunoo. “Wow. Thanks. I feel better already.”

“Shut up, brat.” Sunoo rolled his eyes. “If you weren’t so hopeless I wouldn’t be offering my help, now would I?”

Riki nodded. “Right. Right. Okay, this could be good. What if– what if maybe you tell her to eat lunch with us sometime? And like, I’m just shy? And that I don’t dislike her at all?”

“You’re not that shy, Riki. Y/N would never believe that.” Sunoo huffed. “Plus that’ll just make her think she was being the weird one when she absolutely was not. Or worse, it’ll make her feel like she was forcing you to try and be friends with her. That’s an overall shitty plan, I’m not telling her that.”

“Okay Einstein, let’s hear your genius plan then.”

“Confess. Tell her the truth, and let her know how you really feel about her.”

Riki blinked. “That’s an awful idea. This whole thing started because I can’t talk to her. You think I could somehow magically come up with some romantic confession and sweep her off her feet?”

Sunoo crossed his arms. “Well not with that attitude you can’t.”

“I can’t do it with any attitude, Sunoo!” Riki threw his hands up, exasperated. “Did you somehow forget about every other time I tried saying something to her? The only thing that can come out of my mouth are keyboard smashes.”

“Okay, okay, fine. You’ve got a point. How about I tell her to meet with us after school tomorrow to hang out, and you just let me do the talking until you’re comfortable enough in her ‘glowing presence’ to say something that doesn’t make you sound like a complete and utter fool. Sound good?”

Riki contemplated it for a minute, and when he failed to come up with anything better, he nodded. “Fine. We’ll do that.”

“Hey, Y/N. Y/N, hey. Yo Y/N what’s cookin’ homeskillet?” Riki felt like an idiot for literally practicing how to say hi, but it was you. The girl of his dreams that made him forget how to speak. He knew he would need all the practice he could get. With one last glance in the mirror, he sighed and grabbed his backpack.

It was going to be a rough day.

He didn’t feel confident about talking to you and he hated it. He was Spiderman, a literal superhero who’d had multiple near-death experiences, and yet he still couldn’t even talk to the girl he liked.

How pathetic could someone get?

The day seemed to go by extra fast, and before he knew it, school was over and it was time to face his biggest fear.

As he walked to the park Sunoo had said you’d meet at, Riki could feel his stomach twisting and his palms getting sweaty. Great. He hadn’t even seen you and he was already turning into a mess.

Which only got worse when he caught sight of you sitting underneath one of the trees, drawing something in a notebook.

“H-Hey Y/N.”

Riki didn’t think his voice had ever been weaker, but by some miracle you heard him and looked up with a smile, and suddenly Riki’s heart was beating ten times faster than it was before. You waved at him, and Riki was sure that he looked like a lovesick idiot (which according to Sunoo, he was).

Just as you were about to open your mouth in reply, Riki’s phone went off, alerting him that he had gotten a text.

He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, let me just…” He motioned awkwardly to his phone, missing the way your face had fallen.

[sunoo 🙄]:

sry, can’t make it to the park 2day

use this chance to clear things up with y/n

or else

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

How on earth did Sunoo expect him to be able to talk to you by himself?

“Is everything okay?”

Riki’s head snapped up to see you standing in front of him, a concerned look on your face.

Fuck. Shit. Okay. He could totally do this.

“Uhm, yeah. Just- That was Sunoo. Something came up so, uh he won’t be coming.”

You sighed, realizing what was going on, and rubbed your temples. “Of course he’s not.”

Clearly Sunoo had set all this up so the two of you could work things out on your own, but seeing as Riki hadn’t magically started liking you overnight, you didn’t see this ending well.

You gathered up as much courage as you could. “Look, Riki. I’m just gonna save us both a bunch of pain and unneeded awkwardness. I know you don’t like me, and that’s alright. I don’t want to force you or guilt trip you into spending time with me just so I can hang out with Sunoo. I’ll just…try to work out some other time with him so you don’t have to be around me.”

You started to pack your things into your backpack and Riki panicked.

“No- Wait Y/N- I don’t–” He rubbed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath.. “Listen, I don’t not like you.”

“What?” You were now extremely confused.

Riki just stared at you without saying anything for several minutes, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You picked up your backpack and started to walk away. “This is ridiculous. Bye Riki.”

“I have a huge, embarrassing crush on you, okay?!”

You froze, turning around to see Riki looking at you with wide, worried eyes.

“Excuse me?” You walked back to him slowly.

“I-I like you. I’ve liked you for like a year now and the reason I act so weird and stupid around you is because you make so nervous I can’t even talk. I mean you’re so gorgeous and sweet and smart and I’m just an idiot who can barely function and I just really-“

“Woah, woah, Riki, slow down.” You said, still in shock and trying to process everything he just said. “You… you like me? Like as in…”

“As in thinking about you all the time and wanting to kiss you and hold your hand and tell people I’m your boyfriend.”

“Wow. Okay, that’s- that’s a lot to take in.”

”I know. And I’m so sorry. I’m not expecting anything from you, and I know you don’t like me back but you deserve to know the truth and I-“

“Shut up.” You glared. “Who said I didn’t like you back? I’ve had a crush on you for two fucking years, dumbass!”

Riki’s mouth dropped. “You- You- Really?”

“Yes! If you had actually talked to me for more than five seconds before running away you would’ve seen how much I’m crazy about you.”

“Oh.”

You shook your head. “I can’t believe we’ve liked each other for this long and we’re just now telling each other.”

“I would’ve but I was so-“ Riki never managed to finish his sentence, because you suddenly grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him closer until your lips were pressed together. His gasp was muffled by your mouth, and it only took a second for his arms to wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your first kiss was better than anything you could’ve imagined.

Eventually you pulled away for air, and you couldn’t help but smile at his cute little pout, immediately giving him a peck to turn it into a smile.

Riki sighed and rested his head on your shoulder. “I can’t believe we could’ve been doing that for over a year now if I just hadn’t been so much of a coward.”

You nodded and started to run your hand through his hair, the other going down to rub his back. “Good things take time, I guess.”

“Still though,” he nuzzled his head into your neck and tightened his arms around you. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, baby. At least we managed to work everything out.”

Riki lifted his head and leaned in to give you another kiss, but before he could, your phone went off.

You sighed and reluctantly stepped away from him, taking out your phone and looking at the message you just received.

[sunoodle]:

so how are things going with riki….?

You rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore him for now. You had much more important things to do.

“Hey Riki,” You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together. The way his face instantly lit up made you grin. “You wanna go on a date?”

[one-sweet-gubler]

Psychopathic Sweetheart *IMAGINE* *SM*

prompt(s) : " Can I request where either Jensen, Jared, or Shemar is married to the reader. And one day the reader comes onto the show to play a psychopath. The later on in an interview the cast talk about how the reader seems very innocent and sweet. Unlike the psychopath she played on the show. Saying how the reader is the complete opposite of her character."

pairing : Shemar x Reader

TW: guns, knives, blood, miscarriage

requested? : yes // @peachescream06​

word count : 646

Requests : OPEN

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"Drop the weapon! It doesn't have to end like this!" The agent yelled, his gun aimed at you.

"No! It does have to end like this! She killed my baby! She killed my baby!" You screamed, tears running down your face as you held the knife in your hand closer to your victims throat.

"She did not kill your baby. You had a miscarriage that you couldn't prevent. It is nobody's fault." The tall skinny agent with the boyish haircut exclaimed, his gun also pointed at you.

"She did it! She made me lose my baby!" You cried, starting to bring the blade across the victims neck slowly as she screamed.

BANG

You fell to the floor, the knife falling from your hand as your victim ran to the blonde agent at the door.

"And cut! Beautiful job! Y/N that was fantastic!" The director shouted, standing from his chair and clapping.

"That's a rap for the episode and day, everybody go home." He stated, talking to a camera man.

You smiled as a hand reached out for you, your husbands hand.

"That was so beautiful baby girl." Shemar smiled, pulling you up into him and placing a kiss on your lips.

"Thank you baby. It definitely wasn't an easy roll to play." You smiled softly as your fingers intertwined and you headed to his trailer.

"I know baby. But you were so brave and strong to take on this roll."

You smiled softly up at him as you both entered his trailer, the door closing behind you.

*A Couple Months Later*

"Welcome back to Daily Media! We're here with a few of your favorite Criminal Minds stars! Please welcome, Shemar Moore, Joe Mantegna, Paget Brewster and A.J. Cook! Welcome guys!"

You smiled to yourself as you watched the interview from the luxury of your couch at home.

Shemar and some of the cast were out doing press runs to promote the new season of Criminal Minds.

You watched as he and the others answered questions and talked and joked around. Your focus bouncing between the tv and the script in your hands.

"So, Shemar. In this season we saw that your wife, Y/N, joins you guys for an episode. What can you tell us about that?" The interviewer questioned, turning her focus to Shemar.

Your attention is pulled to the television at the question being asked. You smiled as Shemar chuckled and adjusted his position on the couch, rubbing his hands together.

"Well, my beautiful wife was asked to be in an episode. She was cast to play a young woman who believed that nurses from a local hospital are the reason she had a miscarriage. She ends up killing about 7 nurses before we get her." Shemar nods, looking at the interviewer.

"We also heard this episode was a tough one for not only you but also your wife to film. Can you elaborate?" She questioned, looking up from the card in her hand.

He chuckled again, his smile stretching from ear to ear. You blushed from your spot at home, you knew what was going to happen.

"My sweet, sweet, innocent Y/N. She's way to pure for this roll." He laughed softly as his fellow co-stars nodded.

"How so?" She quizzed.

"She was playing this evil psychopathic killer who showed up on set and brought cute little iced sugar cookies. Individually boxed and wrapped for all the main stars, the crew, and even the extras." Joe stated, smiling softly.

"She also cried one day on set because a bird flew into one of the fake walls we have, and died. She's too pure." Paget spoke up.

"She's way too pure, she wouldn't kill a fly in the lunch room because he was hungry, so she said. She also saved a bee who was dehydrated." A.J. stated, a light chuckle flowing through her lips.

Shemar smiled and nodded, he knew that everybody loved you and accepted you. Even if you played a psycho.

[foxy-eva]

My Little Library | Recommendations

Since I have been reading a lot of great stories over the past few months and I am still discovering new writers, I decided to compile a little library of the amazing works by some very talented creators for myself and everyone who is looking for recommendations (*contains NSFW content so minors beware). I appreciate all of you so much! This list is in alphabetical order and I will probably add new creators every now and then.

@andiebeaword: I only recently discovered her work and put her masterlist on top of my reading list. I like her writing style and especially loved Wanna See Something Beautiful.

@boldlyvoid: I initially read their work on AO3 a while ago and really loved *Touch Me. Now that I follow them on tumblr I am browsing through their masterlist and am currently enjoying all the angst in Take Me Home.

@fortheloveofcriminalminds: Ok so I discovered her work super recently through the ongoing 'Tis the Season holiday oneshots and I am hooked on her work! I love the idea of *Semi-Charmed Life and can't wait to read it!. (find her masterlist here)

@homoose: I discovered her stories months ago and I loved her series Teach Me Something I Don't Know. I might have also read *Quick Learner, Slow Lover three times or so? Also, the *tum blurb is so precious!

@imagining-in-the-margins: Pom is an inspiration to all of us. Her stories were one of the first ones I discovered when I got into this fandom. I am really enjoying her current series *The Birds & The Bees and her fic *(Don't) Hurt Me holds a special place in my heart. But I have basically read all of her work (find her masterlist here).

@lilliesthings: technically not a writer but I needed to include Lily to this list because I love her fanart so much. One of my favourite pieces is this one. I also really love the Emiliy Prentiss art, makes want to write wlw so bad!

@mercy-burning: Where do I even begin? I've been reading her stories for months on AO3 and always get super excited when she posts something new. I thinks I've read the series *Pretty Please three times and I am currently thrilled about the ongoing series *Summer of Sin (find her masterlist here)

@ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff: I don't really read Criminal Minds AU but when I stumbled across *Mythological Metaphorical I kinda felt like everything made sense and I really loved that. I also liked *Safety First. I have yet to discover his other works but I already know I will enjoy it!

@pretty-boys-book-club: I really loved the (body) worshipping in Do I Wanna Know? and am very excited for her 12 Days of Christmas celebration (find her masterlist here)

@reidgraygubler: I am looking forward to discover more of their work but I really enjoyed *My Darling (Unsub!Spencer makes me feel things) and I have recently started to read Sweet Creature.

@reidirect: Okay so I am a sucker for some good old angst and the letters These Frozen and Silent Nights and Are You Thinking Of Me feel really personal to me (find her other work here).

@reidsacademia: I am still in awe by all the pictures she included in Let the Flood Carry Away All My Pictures of You and I couldn't stop thinking about Paper Thin Hearts for days after reading it (find her masterlist here).

@safertokiss: Also someone who's work I've read months ago on AO3. I still like to come back every now and then to enjoy *A Little Light Reading (ha, see what I did there?) and the subby Spencer vibes in her other works.

@safespacespence: We started posting here on tumblr at around the same time and that kinda makes me feel connected to her. I really loved the angst in Some, And Now None Of You and the cuteness in Coming Out to Spencer Reid (find her masterlist here)

@samuel-de-champagne-problems: I am still discovering her other works but I enjoyed *Red Lips & Rosy Cheeks and the blurbs When You Have Forever.

@sassymoon: Reading the angst in better off without me and No one else hurt so good! Can't wait to check out her other stories.

@sinfulspencer: Her smut is really something else. I've read a bunch of her stories and I am mildly obsessed. I can't imagine anything better than the *Distraction reading her work gives me.

@spencer-reid-in-a-pool: I really enjoyed *Stakeout Shenanigans and Sweater Weather and can't wait to discover her other work too!

@writer-in-theory: Jay's stories hold a special place in my heart. I really enjoy their writing style, it always gives me so many feelings. I dig the angst in *The Last Time and Better Man and the fluff in Please Have Snow And Mistletoe is everything (find their masterlist here)

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If you are looking for my work, you can find it here.

I am always happy to meet new people and interact with you guys! Please feel free to send me a message here.

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Many happy returns!! 🥳🥳 For your birthday asks, what about Daminette, meeting at a museum? Thank you and best wishes! 🎉🎉

ahhhhhhhhh YES museum meetings!!!! I almost went for a tried and true joke about pinning the masterpiece to the wall, but in the end I figured I could have more fun with this. enjoy 400 words of meet-cute!!

*****

“So,” Marinette wandered up to her mark, waiting for the guy to turn around and notice her. He barely glanced over, but she did see the way his eyes trailed over her face, sweeping across her body in a full check-out, before he looked back at the painting. “An appreciation for the classics, then?”

“I appreciate most art, though not as you do, I assume.”

She did a double take. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t meet her eyes again. “You’re the thief, yes? The one who’s been casing the museum trying to steal those artifacts from the Tibetan history exhibit?”

Caught. Not just caught, but called out and recognized. She didn’t let herself panic or freeze. “Would it make it better or worse if I said yes?”

“It would make you honest, which is refreshing compared to most of the criminals in this city.”

She laughed. He hadn’t moved to alert anyone, though she felt certain he was probably not here alone. And if worst came, she could absolutely just disappear and walk out. “The pieces I’m after are more than just museum artifacts, if you must know. I’m not a villain or a criminal- I’m just trying to get them back to where they belong.”

“That remains to be seen.” He said, sending her another analyzing look. This one, she thought, was more curious. “So you think you’re the good guy?”

“Oh, I know I am,” She answered, knowing he could hear the challenge in her voice. “I am the Guardian, after all.” The two Miraculous were already in her pockets. The duplicates were in place. She grinned at him, sharp and knowing. “I’d wish you luck, but it’s very firmly on my side.”

She could see his face shift, was ready for his arm to shoot out towards her, and she vanished, activating the invisibility from Trixx and erasing the fake jewel doubles. The guards in that wing shouted, and the man who’d been trying to stop her shot off towards it.

She walked out into the sunshine before they could shut the doors, not that it would have stopped her. Perhaps he would be able to hunt her down. Maybe he’d believe her and leave it alone. Maybe she’d leave a clue next time she found something, just to see him again. It had been fun, talking to him. She’d even thought she’d sensed… something familiar.

Yes, she’d have to figure out how to see him again.

*****

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Death By Bagel

NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary: Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.

R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers

A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE

“As a doctor, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, he’s lying down now.

Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, “YOU’RE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!”

Mark’s mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, “He got that from you.”

The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.

When she comes back to the living room, she’s accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.

“Markie! Say hello to your Auntie!” Mark’s mom calls.

Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.

The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, “Baby, say hello to Mark.”

Unwilling, she shakes her head.

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommy’s tummy, just like Mark’s mom knew you when you were in mine. You’re the same age so you’ll get along just fine.”

With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, “Hi, Mark.”

“Hello,” Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.

At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.

“We’ll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,” Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.

“Yeah. I got this,” he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.

The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.

Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, “Do you play doctors?”

Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, “I like playing baker doctor.”

All at once, Mark gasps, “ME TOO!”

It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.

And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.

... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.

“MARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--” “WHAT! WHAT!?” Mark laughs.

"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.

"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.

I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."

Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.

"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."

"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."

Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."

The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."

I turn to him and elbow his side.

"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."

Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.

I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."

"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.

I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.

Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.

"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."

I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."

Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"

"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."

Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."

I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."

Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"

"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."

Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."

"Okay, maybe not that cute."

"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.

I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.

"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.

Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."

Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"

This makes me knit my brows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."

Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."

"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."

Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."

Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?

Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."

I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."

"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."

I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."

I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."

Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."

"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."

"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."

Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."

He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."

"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.

Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"

Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."

I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"

"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."

"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"

"A gullible idiot maybe."

Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."

Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.

But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.

"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Rich™ Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.

Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."

"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."

Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"

Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'

I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."

"Of being a fuck boy?"

Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."

Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."

I raise a brow.

Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."

"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."

Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."

"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."

Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"

"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"

"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"

The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.

I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.

"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"

"BABE?!" Mark barks.

I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"

Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."

Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."

Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."

Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."

No one really responds.

We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.

"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.

I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"

Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."

I knit my brows, "what? Why?"

Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"

I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"

"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"

"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."

Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."

I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"

"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.

I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."

Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."

I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."

"Loser."

As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.

There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.

He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.

He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."

I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"

"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.

"I made you two this time," he smiles.

I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."

He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.

Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."

I smile, "thanks. I made it."

He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."

I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.

"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"

"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."

"..."

"..."

Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"

"... Uh..."

He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."

I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."

I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."

"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."

I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."

I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."

"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."

Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."

I shrug, "worth a shot though."

Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."

Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.

Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.

"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.

"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."

"How many lives do you have?"

"9, I'm pretty sure."

I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."

Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."

"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."

"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."

I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"

Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."

I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."

Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"

I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."

He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."

Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."

I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.

Wait... was this really happening?

Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."

My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"

He looks like he's about to throw up.

I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."

I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."

"We could have dated in grade school all this time."

It takes a moment to register in his head.

Like, a really long moment.

I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."

He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."

I break into a laugh.

"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"

I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."

Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.

He is dumbfounded.

I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."

Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi!! do you have any good insecure/low self esteem Sherlock fics? thank you!

Hi Nonny!

AHHHH I’ve too many to count; I did a list back in 2019 that combined the both of them, but I get asked so often for one or the other that I think it’s time to make separate lists, and to do that requires me to re-tag a tonne of fics, so for now, I will give you all the ones I have tagged; I apologize if I’ve missed any, but I’m going through them slowly <3 Enjoy!!

INSECURE / AWKWARD SHERLOCK Pt. 2

See also: Insecure / Awkward John or Sherlock (Jan 2019)

The Four Incidents by TheGirlWithRedHair22 (K+, 1,064 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, John Whump, Accident, John POV, Hand Holding, Worried Sherlock, Sherlock’s Self Esteem) – The first time John was present when someone insulted Sherlock, he brushed it off as a strange coincidence.

Together is What we Have, Together Protects Us by Phantom of the Black Pearl (K+, 1,566 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Platonic or Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock, Slice of Life) – After a case one evening in the flat Sherlock voices a concern that causes the pair to consider why they've chosen to stick together after all that's happened.

Like Euphoria and Scotch by FinAmour (M, 1,856 w., 1 Ch. || Five and One, Alcohol / Drinking, POV Second Person Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Imagination, Armchair Sex, Fluff, Happy Ending) – 5 different ways it all could have gone + the one way it actually works itself out.

Five Times Sherlock gave John a Pebble and One Time John Returned the Gesture by grimmfairy (NR, 1,895 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Fluff, Penguins and Pebbles, Nervous / Pining Sherlock, Oblivious John) – Sherlock isn't good with words, so he decides to tell John his feelings the way penguins do, by bringing him pebbles with different meanings. John catches on.

The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John's favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.

Work On Your Balance by speculate (K+, 2,448 w., 1 Ch. || Embarrassed Sherlock, “For A Case”, Skating, Fluff, Friendship, Humour) – In which John is actually pretty good at ice skating, Sherlock's not and insists it's all for a case , and Lestrade is pretty amused by it all.

The Many Faces of Concern by sdrawkcabemdaer5 (K+, 2,473 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Angsty Fluff, John Whump, Mildly Clueless Sherlock) – John is injured on a case, leading to some surprising reactions and discoveries about their friendship.

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John's bedroom is now a research library. It's not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They're friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it's not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It'll be fine.

Closeted by Sexxica (E, 2,762 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped in a Closet, Panicking Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, Awkward Conversations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluffy Ending) – An improvised hiding spot and a bit of accidental voyeurism leave John and Sherlock in an awkward position.

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomalies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

Study in Sherlock by chappysmom (K+, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || ASiP, Friendship, Introspection, Anxious Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock) – Sherlock's thoughts and feelings during A Study in Pink. What DID he think of John, and why was he being so NICE?

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

Applied Linguistics by what_alchemy (M, 4,837 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive / Anxious Sherlock, Introspection, Bed Sharing, Past John Whump, Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Word Play) – “He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.” Sherlock searches for the right words.

Sleeping next to you by Salambo06 (E, 5,018 w, 2 Ch. || ASiB Fic, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal, First Kiss/Time, POV Sherlock) – Based on an Anonymous Prompt: "So, that scene from ASiB when Mrs H has been attacked by the American CIA guy & John, Sherlock & she are in Mrs H's kitchen when John says "She’ll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her." to which Sherlock replies with "no". John of course suggested that because he cares about her safety, but maybe he also did it cause he /wanted/ that to happen. What if they finally agreed on letting her have John's or Sherlock's bed & J&S sleep in the same one?" Part 12 of Tumblr Collection

Nothing So Sweet by alexxphoenix42 (E, 5,275 w., 1 Ch. || Shopkeeper AU || Beekeeping, Sussex, Alternate First Meeting, Awkward First Time Sex, Self-Consciousness / Body Insecurity, Fluff, Hand Jobs) – In an alternate universe, Sherlock is busy keeping to himself, tending his bees, and selling lovely jars of honey when a soldier limps into his life quite unexpectedly. Part 1 of The Sweetest Things

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

The Very Unlikely Existence of a Flightless Bird in a Tuxedo by cwb (E, 8,829 w., 1 Ch. || Poetry, Penguins / Animals / Zoos, First Kiss / Time, Blow / Hand Jobs, Sleepy Cuddles, Endearments, Friendship / Love, Adorable / Sleepy Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock Can’t Say Penguin) – A case at the zoo reveals something John finds cute about Sherlock. A conversation ensues, and so does happy endings.

Always the sun by Rose de Sharon (K+, 12,377 w., 3 Ch. || Song Fic, Alternate Post-TGG, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection / Reflection, Injury Recovery, Obsessive / Protective Sherlock, Nightmares, John’s Past, Bed Sharing / Cuddles) – Sherlock ponders about how much his life has changed since John has become his flatmate.

Understanding by rizandace (T, 13,268 w., 15 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Worried Sherlock, John Whump Then Sherlock Whump) – Sherlock's hiding something about his newest case, and John wants answers. Set post-TGG. Friendship fic, mostly, with brief entrances from Harry and Lestrade just for fun.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w., 1 Ch. || POV First Person Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Stroppy Sherlock, Light Humour, Friendship, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Wall Kisses, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending) – Sherlock doesn't even know why he resents John's dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don't let that scare you off!)

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names, Panic Attack) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

Hope for Heroes by Richefic (K+, 16,887 w., 5  Ch. || Post-TGG Fic, Introspection / Flashbacks, Friendship/Epic Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Sherlock Admires John, BAMF John, John Deduces, Fancy Party, John’s Self Esteem, Domestics) – In the final moments of "The Great Game" Holmes hopes he will have the chance to tell his flatmate that he was wrong. Heroes do exist after all and the one in front of him is called Dr John Watson.

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock's body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn't as sure...

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

Rupert Street by WritingOutLoud (M, 27,262 w., 9 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Case Fic, Sexuality, Demisexual Sherlock, Drugging, Smart John, Sherlock Has Internalized Biphobia, Fluff, Angst with Happy Ending, Gay Bar, Flirting, John Manipulates Sherlock to Eat, John Deduces, Arguments, Kidnapping/Torture, Hospitalization, John Whump) – Discharged from the war with nothing but the clothes on his back and a realisation of his bisexuality, John Watson has to learn who he’s become. He can’t afford London on an army pension, but the city is the only friend he has. In an effort to understand his newfound queer identity, he heads to a bar one night, where he stumbles across a mysterious stranger who turns his life upside down. ‘I dug around inside myself, and I'm not quite sure what I found, but it was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.’

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w., 26 Ch. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock, Frottage, Nightmares, Sleepy Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Humour, Fluff, Dancing, Cooking, Happy Ending) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Time, Reunion, Jealous John, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, Sherlock Has a Boyfriend) – When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away...

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w., 12 Ch. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock's first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w., 24 Ch. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky Sherlock, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton  (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

[vibraniumwing]

true love

a sam wilson x fem!reader soulmate au wherein you can hear the thoughts of your soulmate at random points of the day.

WARNING: slight au (?), agent!assassin!y/n, occasional swearing, y/n and sam bickering during missions and typical canon-violence (kind of mellowed down), y/n and sam being frenemies (well more on them being childish while bickering), and sexual innuendos/jokes. (18+ please. MINORS DNI.) also not beta-read so all mistakes are mine !!

A/N: listened to pink’s true love as i plotted this so feels are in order. this soulmate au has you listening to the thoughts of your soulmate at random points of the day until a mutual connection of attraction has been made, which makes you freely converse with your soulmate through your thoughts. ALSO SAM IN A TURTLENECK AKDJFDSJF AWOOGA

word count: 2.7k

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You initially had thought that you had no soulmate since you hadn’t heard from them; not even once. Until one night, while you were doing your skincare routine, you heard your soulmate’s rather explicit thoughts about another person.

Safe to say it left you hot and bothered until you went to bed (and now aware about how you should be more careful about spacing out while thinking of something rated.), rather hurt as well at the fact that they were thinking of another person’s body other than yours.

Sam on the other hand, has heard from his partner as he would like to call it a few times. The first time being rather entertaining and concerning as he heard them curse out a random person, wishing hellfire on their whole existence as this person “annoyed the living will out of them.” which made him chuckle as he soared through the sky during one of his missions.

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You were flying back to the Avenger’s Compound after another mission, seeing everyone’s silent and probably as exhausted as you from another fight. You were seated in the back, slowly drifting off to sleep when your soulmate’s thoughts suddenly infiltrated your mind, “Man, she looks cute as well when she’s sleepy. She’s equally as sexy when she’s angry… Her lips are so fucking kissable, wonder how well that works in the be-”

“NO!” you suddenly jolted awake, making everyone in the Quinjet look at you with concern. Steve was the first one to speak, glancing back at you with concern. “Are you okay over there, Y/N?”

You groaned, feeling a headache forming from being bolted awake. “I-I’m fine. It’s just my soulmate. That son of a bitch is so horny.” You muttered, putting your hands over your eyes as you sighed in frustration. “They’re gawking over another person and I get to hear about it.” You continued, making a few of the heroes you’re with snicker at your demise.

“Sounds like fun if you ask me.” Sam was the first to speak up, looking at you with a shit-eating grin. “You’ll have the upper hand knowing their kinks.” He mused, relaxing in his chair as he wiggled his eyebrows, probably enjoying the way you were suffering.

You smiled at him sarcastically, scrunching your nose in the process before rolling your eyes at him and flipping him off. “Woah! Steve, she did a bad language sign!” Sam called out, making the others laugh even more and the Captain groan at the reminder of his old antics.

“Shut it, Wilson. Not everyone likes to hear their soulmates intrusive thoughts.” You countered, raising up your other hand to flip him off again, not caring if you would be called out by Steve who was sighing again. “I swear once I meet this person, I’m kicking them where the sun don’t shine for being so fucking horny all the time.”

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Sam had just finished his daily laps around the compound, headphones plugged in as he listened to Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean as walked back inside of the compound, head bobbing to the beat; doing a little dance as well since he was in a rather good mood. “What’s good Metal Man” he greeted Bucky, giving the soldier a quick nod which the other looked at him with bewilderment.

He wandered into the kitchen, not paying attention to your figure that was seated by one of the island stools, busy scrolling away on your phone. Sam grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a big swig of the cool liquid, parched as ever from the heat when he heard his soulmate speak out all of a sudden.

“Why the fuck does this say The Falcon doesn’t look handsome? He’s a fucking sex god if I’ve ever seen one.” Those words were enough to make him choke on his drink, dropping the bottle on the floor as he coughed out the water from the wrong pipe. This made you jolt in your seat and look at him in concern. “What’s wrong with you?”

He shook it off, tapping his chest to sooth the subtle burn from what happened moments ago. He still managed to smirk at you, cocking up an eyebrow. “Concerned about me, are you baby?” before straightening up. “I just got started from what my soulmate said.”

You pride yourself in having the patience of a saint when it comes to people but something about Sam Wilson and his ego just irks you to the core. His words made you scoff in disgust, making a face at him as you hopped off from the stool and grabbed the donut you were eating, “I would rather have Bucky’s cold metal arm wrapped around my neck than be concerned about you.” You retorted, mumbling something incoherent as you passed by the said super soldier who looked confused once more.

“What the hell did I do?” He asked, looking at Sam for answers but was left with no answers as he left to go find a mop to clean up the spilled drink on the floor.

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You wanted to curse the person who thought it was a bright idea to pair you up with Sam for a mission. You didn’t know if the person had a personal vendetta against you or just found entertainment in the constant fights that you had with the male but you weren’t having any of it.

The two of you were tasked to retrieve an artifact which contained a lot of sensitive information that was stolen by a former S.H.I.E.L.D employee-turned-felon and planned to release it to the world which can cause more harm than good for everyone; with the exception of criminals who target the population.

You and Sam were undercover, sitting in the corner of the busy cafe located in Soho where intel located the former agent who was meeting with someone who’s a stepping stone in releasing the files. Shifting in your seat as your eyes watched him, you took a drink of your iced latte, feeling uneasy under your companion’s stare. “What the fuck is your problem, Wilson?”

He shrugged, leaning into his own chair, “If you keep on staring you’ll blow our cover.” His tone was careful despite saying so loud, glancing at the direction of where you were looking at, seeing the agent on the phone before looking back at you. “Redwing is ready if he ever runs away, L/N.”

This made you roll your eyes, “I hate that damn machine.” You muttered, sinking into your seat as you sipped on your coffee even more.

Your stakeout was going rather well until the guy you were watching stood up, making you and Sam follow, pursuing him in the busy streets of New York. The person must’ve sensed someone following him since he started to make a run for it. “Fuck.” You muttered quietly, also starting to run, getting a headstart from Sam who commanded Redwing to follow the guy.

He slid into an alleyway and you followed him, only to be met with a gun pointed to your head. “Move and I won’t hesitate to blow your brains.” He threatened, finger on the trigger. It would be a lie to say that this didn’t bring back your memories of harsh training with actual guns pointed at your head; it caused your heartbeat to move at a much more erratic pace.

You tried to look for Sam through your peripheral view but to now avail, that is until someone suddenly shouted, “Redwing! NOW!” which caught the ex-agent off guard as he turned around, giving you the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. “Better luck next time.” You chided, holding him in place as Sam re-emerged from the other side of the alley, looking rather impressed.

“Not too shabby, Y/N.” He says, a smirk resting on his lips as he got the agent from you, pushing him against the wall to keep in place firmly. You bowed playfully, brushing your hands against your pants as you mirrored the smirk on his lips. “Couldn’t say the same for you though.” You humored, readjusting your shirt as you watched Sam turn in the then man.

He scoffed at your statement, feigning offense. “Excuse me, but without Redwing over here, you would have your brains out on the street.” He answered, motioning to the gadget flying above your head doing small little wiggles.

You rolled your eyes, starting to walk away from him. “You know you needed him, Y/N!” He hollered out, making you shake your head and laugh softly to yourself. You brought up your right hand to show him your middle finger once again, looking back at him with a small smile. “You wish, Wilson!”

“If you weren’t such an asshole Sam, I would’ve kissed you right now. But knowing your ego, it’s best to leave you hanging.”

That sentence alone left him shocked in his place, realizing who his soulmate was.

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The rest of the day was quiet for you, which was quite the shocker; you hadn’t heard from Sam, not even a single “what’s up, short stuff.” If anything, you had come up to the idea that he was avoiding you like the plague. Despite the peace and quiet it provided, you missed your banters with him dar too much.

You were inside the gym, focusing your energy on throwing punches on the punching bag as your mind was shrouded with the thought of Sam suddenly avoiding you. Had you been too harsh on him? Did you actually offend him this time? You shook it off, Sam and you had literally gone through hell and back, talked so much trash about each other but never got angry; not even once. So what was his deal?

Sam suddenly re-emerged from behind you, clad in a tight-fitting shirt and some shorts, probably on his way to work out. He was still silent, which annoyed you even more, he didn’t even spare you a glance as he made a beeline for the weights. This made you roll your eyes, punching the gym equipment a bit harder out of aggression.

“If you keep that up, you might break the punching bag again.” He finally spoke up, looking at you with a blank expression as he yielded the dumbbell, flexing his arms. Your eyes travelled down to his muscles that were defined through his shirt before looking back up to meet his gaze, huffing lightly before turning away. If he wanted to be silent with you, then so be it.

“Oh c’mon now. Don’t ignore me, you literally just checked me out!” Sam pressed on, his tone now filled with mischief; he caught you and you were pretty sure he won’t let it down until you give him the attention that he wants.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction, not just yet. You were dying on the inside, wanting to just go back to the playful fights you have but your pride was at unrest. You want to see him go to an extent just to grab your attention again.

He shook his head in annoyance, mumbling something rather incoherent as he silenced himself, succumbing to your games.

Quietness enveloped the room, the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing from the exercises the two of you were doing. Moving from the punching bag to the treadmill, you plugged in your earphones as you listened to some tunes to entertain yourself; you’ve never heard silence quite this loud until you and Sam had completely disregarded each other’s presence.

“Oh my god, Y/N. If you weren’t so stubborn I would’ve told you that you’re my soulmate and pinned you against the wall already.”

Sam’s voice infiltrated your mind, obviously startling you, making you lose your control and twist your ankle which resulted with you falling down on the treadmill before sliding down to the floor. You groaned softly, holding on to your ankle as you winced in pain.

Sam on the other hand was quick to drop the free weight equipment he was using and ran to your side, face filled with concern. “Hey, you alright? What happened?” He questioned, hand carefully holding your achilles as he elevated it, checking for any signs of wounds.

You shook your head, refusing to believe that he was your soulmate. Goosebumps ran along your skin at his simple touch, now realizing the effect he has on you. Huffing lightly, he placed back down on the floor as he got up, dusting off his hands. “I’ll go get the first aid kit. I think you might have sprained your ankle from that fall.”

Sighing softly, you had no other choice but to let him do the work. He walked back to you and quietly worked on your ankle, gently pressing the ice to your ankle to contain its swelling, making you let out a hiss from the pain. “Don’t go biting me.” He humored, making laugh softly and rolled your eyes.

Seeing how close he was, you silently admired how his brows were furrowed in focus as he wrapped the bandage around your foot and ankle, how the sweat that littered his skin glistened in the bright light of the gym, and how hands light and gentle as he handled you which gave the butterflies at the pit of your stomach do flips.

You weren’t sure if you were able to speak with him freely through your thoughts, fearing that the attraction you had with him wasn’t mutual but you took a deep breath in, focusing your remaining energy to try and communicate with him. “Sam.”

He looked at you, “Yes?” which made you break out into a big smile, punching him lightly on the shoulder. His face of concern morphed into one of annoyance, “Hey! I’m here helping you out with your sprained ankle and you repay my kind actions by punching me on the shoulder?”

“Idiot, I didn’t even speak out loud.” You told him, catching him off-guard. You laughed softly at his surprised expression, probably not expecting that you would realize right away that you were each other’s soulmate. A smirk of triumph now adorned your lips as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, taking the opportunity to tease him even more. “Cat’s got your tongue?”

Sam chuckled, putting your foot on his thigh as he sat down on the floor, “As if I haven’t heard the incriminating thoughts that go through your mind.” He rebutted, looking around the room before meeting your gaze, a small smile adorning your lips. “You’re stuck with me now, I have the right to fully annoy you now.”

You sighed dramatically, laying on the cool floor. “What did I do in my past life to deserve this?” You playfully whined, covering your face with your hands which Sam was quick to uncover, now that he was hovering over you as he gently leaned in. “Please, I know you want me too.”

His voice deepened as it got softer, his body above yours as he spoke again, “You just didn’t know how much I wanted you too.” Normally Sam would be energetic and loud around you, to irk you beneath your skin, so seeing him so soft and gentle with you was making your brain go haywire. It was a side of you you haven’t seen yet.

Given the close proximity between the both of you, you could feel his warm breath fan out on your skin, effectively making your skin feel more flushed as it is. “How about you get a kiss from this sex god then, hm?” He managed to crack a joke, lips forming a smile as he casted a brief glance down to your lips.

You hit his shoulder, scrunching up your nose. “I can’t believe you heard my thoughts about that一 but who cares, kiss me.” And soon enough, his lips were on yours in a soft liplock. It was slow and gentle, his lips molded perfectly with yours as it portrayed the pent up emotions the both of you have been pining for each other.

The kiss had now upscaled into a much more passionate one, with his lower half playfully grinding down on you, effectively making you release a small moan which Sam took as an opportunity to let his tongue inside the wet cavern, asserting his dominance against you until

“Woah what the fuck!” was heard across the room, making you push Sam off from you as the both of you whipped your head to the door to see Bucky standing with wide eyes.

“I knew your sexual tension was high up in the air but can’t you guys fuck somewhere else?!”

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