#little angsty

[sasanka-27]

Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow.🌧️🌌❤️‍🩹

[lokidokieokie]

Reunion Admist Illusions

Summary: John's sister, devastated by Sherlock's apparent death, struggles to comprehend his return and questions whether he is an illusion, until she tentatively allows herself to believe in his presence once more.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Watson!Reader

Warning(s): mentions of grief, mourning, emotional distress, Y/n is not okay, The Reichenbach Fall, lemme know if I forgot anything

It had been two long years since you had last seen Sherlock Holmes. Two agonising years since you watched him plummet from the rooftop, sacrificing himself to protect the ones he loved. The void he left behind was immeasurable, especially for you, his closest confidante and John's sister.

You had never quite recovered from the shock. The grief had consumed you, leaving you broken and questioning reality. The mere thought of Sherlock returning was too painful to entertain. You had seen John's devastation, witnessed the hurt etched deep into his eyes. It was evident that he had lost his best friend, but for you, it was so much more.

As time passed, you found solace in your brother's company, both of you trying to piece your lives together. But Sherlock's absence lingered like a ghost, an ever-present reminder of what had been lost.

Today, you sat alone in your small flat, the dim light casting shadows on the walls. You were engrossed in a book, though your mind was far from the words printed on the pages. Thoughts of Sherlock invaded your every waking moment, leaving you feeling haunted.

Suddenly, a sound interrupted the silence—a familiar sound of footsteps approaching your door. Your heart skipped a beat, and you dropped the book in your lap, your breath catching in your throat.

The door swung open, revealing the tall, slender figure of Sherlock Holmes. He stood there, his coat billowing around him, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. His face held a mixture of emotions, a silent apology etched upon his features.

You blinked, unable to trust your senses. "Sherlock?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

A small, almost imperceptible smile graced his lips. "Hello, Y/n."

Your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest. "No, it can't be," you muttered, rising from the chair.

Sherlock took a hesitant step forward. "I know this is difficult to believe, but I assure you, I am real."

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. The pain you had bottled up for years came flooding back, overwhelming you. "That's what they all say..."

Sherlock's features furrowed, "It is me, Y/n."

"But...how?" you managed to choke out. "How can you be here? You're...you're dead."

Sherlock's gaze softened, filled with empathy. "It was a ruse, Y/n. A necessary deception to ensure our safety."

You stumbled backward, your legs giving way beneath you. The world spun around you, and you clung to the edge of a nearby table to steady yourself. "But John... John was devastated. We were all devastated."

Sherlock approached you, his voice filled with remorse. "I didn't anticipate the extent of the pain my faked death would cause. It was never my intention to hurt any of you."

Anger bubbled up inside you, mingling with the anguish. "You should have thought about that before you jumped, before you left us all behind! Before you left me!"

Sherlock's face fell, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I truly am. But I had to ensure the safety of everyone involved--the safety of you. The danger was too great."

Your voice trembled as you glared at him through tear-filled eyes. "You selfish bastard. Do you have any idea what we went through? What I went through?"

He reached out, his hand hovering in the air between you. "I can never truly understand the pain I caused, but I want to make it right. I want to be here for you now, if you'll let me."

Your anger faltered, giving way to confusion. "How can I trust you? How can I trust that you won't disappear again?"

Sherlock's expression was filled with sincerity. "I can't promise you that I won't get caught up in my work, but I can promise you that I will always come back. You are important to me, Y/n. Your pain matters to me. You matter to me."

Tears streamed down your face as you took a shaky breath. Part of you wanted to pull away, to shield yourself from the pain Sherlock's absence had caused. But another part, a deeper part, longed for his presence, craved the connection you had lost.

With trembling hands, you reached out and took hold of Sherlock's outstretched hand. His touch was real, his hand warm against yours. And in that moment, you allowed yourself to believe.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Okay, Sherlock. Just don't disappear again."

He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "I promise, Y/n. I won't leave you behind."

As Sherlock stood there, his presence filling the room, you realised that maybe, just maybe, you could heal from the wounds his absence had left behind. And together, you would face whatever challenges the future held, side by side.

A/N I know I said I wasn't going to post for like a month but I couldn't help myself. This idea popped into my head and I had to make it a reality.

Placement so far has been great btw. I've had Yr 7s, 9s, 11s, and 12s. The year 7s are nuts, but yeah, everyone's a little crazy.

🏷 @thewaithfuckingannoyme @evelyn-kingsley @moonlight-ee @fall-myriad @otterlycanadian

[aerequets]

this post was the catalyst for this comic, and i was also thinking of a desi song lyric (tere dil ke sheher mein ghar mera ho gaya / in the city of your heart, my home is made) and just... hmmm.... leaving your mark.... making a house into a home..... when the marks a child inevitably leaves behind (messes, scribbles, and in this case stickers) eventually fade away as they grow older and you're left with the memories stored in what hasn't been erased....

im not verbalizing it very well but catch my drift?

[violet-catsarelife]

Leather jackets are cool okay 🥺

also Dick has unknowingly opened the door to little birds stealing his clothes from him lol. It's a love language 😌

Inspired by ↓↓

that time Discowing wore a leather jacket:

and this precious panel of baby Jay:

[foolsocracy]

gotta add another noir variant to the gang

[ninjasmudge]

something abt the horrors of godhood

[vampire-matcha]

Everyone always talks about John "share my wife" Price but what about Kyle "our girlfriend" Garrick???

18+

It starts with you and him on the couch together. You've got your hand in his pants and he's got his tongue down your throat. You're pumping his cock while he pants into your mouth when his phone rings- someone is video calling him. You glance at his phone sitting beside him, discarded on the couch cushion when you first crawled over to him to kiss his neck. The icon on the screen is a familiar one: a mischievous grin with a mohawk on top.

"Answer it," you say as you slide down the couch and onto your knees in front of him.

"What?" He asks, his eyes wide as saucers as you hand him the phone.

"Answer it," you say again with a devilish grin, still stroking him slowly. With a shaky breath to school his expression, he answers it.

Gaz tries his best to stay nonchalant, not even listening to Soap's chatter through the phone, but you have other plans. Gaz let's out a surprised grunt and jerks when you take his cockhead into your mouth.

"You alright mate?" Soap asks after a momentary pause.

"Yeah-yeah," Gaz answers too quickly. "Muscle spasm. Got a- ah- knot in my shoulder." You can't help but smile around his dick as you bob your head up and down his shaft. He glances down at you with a frustrated huff. Soap makes a noise on the phone.

"That's rough, mate. You should ask your girl to help you rub it out." You nearly choke at the unintended double entendre. "Where is she anyway? Wanna say hi."

"Uh... she's-" whatever half-baked excuse Gaz was about to spout off is cut off by the sudden sucking noise your lips made on "accident". Gaz freezes, looking past the phone at you, and Soap is silent on the other line. You continue to swirl your tongue around Gaz's tip.

"...Gaz?" Soap asks slowly. Gaz doesn't answer, his chest heaving in an effort to maintain his composure. "What's going on?" Gaz's eyes darted back and forth between you and the phone, silently willing you to stop so he wont get caught. Instead, you make yourself gag on his length, causing him to grunt involuntarily.

"Holy shite, Gaz... are you...?" Soap sounds suddenly breathless at the sounds he hears on his phone. They aren't unfamiliar to him, but usually they're accompanied by a little orange logo, not by his best mate on FaceTime. "Turn the camera around."

Gaz's jaw drops with a pant. Oh, he's so caught. He stares down at you, and you nod your head before sucking hard. With a shaky hand, he taps the screen, and you hear Soap groan over the speaker. You suck off Gaz's tip with a wet pop and smile.

"Hi Soap," you say conversationally, as if Gaz's cock wasn't there right in your face, as if you didn't have drool and precum dripping down your chin. You stare up into the camera phone as you stick your tongue out and lick up and down the shaft.

"Steamin' Jesus," Soap says, and there's a rustling over the speaker. "Garrick, you dog," he growls. You put on a show for him, pumping Gaz in your hand while you mouth at his balls, making him moan out loud. He's already been caught, no use hiding it anymore.

Soap gets himself off to it. You can hear his groans of pleasure over the phone mixing with Gaz's, can hear the wet sounds of him stroking himself. When you finally get Gaz to cum on your face, you smile at the pleasured moan Soap let's out. Gaz smears his cum over your lips with his thumb and with a smirk he says,

"What are you doing tonight, Tav?"

"I'll be over in an hour," Soap replies.

The three of you go at it for hours, round after round, multiple positions, every combination. And while you were the center of their attention for most of it, it was also incredible hot to watch them together, making out above you, jerking each other's cocks. By the end of the night, when everyone's needs had been met and you all were exhausted, you all agree it was the best sex of any of your lives. And you all three agree: there's no going back after this.

Soap comes over more and more often for threesomes, but a couple times it was just you and him, or him and Gaz. The three of you find a rhythm and balance together, happy and very well satisfied.

Gaz is out of the country when Ghost finds out. And. He. Is. Livid.

He'd borrowed Soap's phone for something, he doesn't remember what he needed, because once he saw the video of you and Soap on his phone he swears he saw red.

Soap had never seen his LT so angry, especially not toward him. Ghost has him backed into the wall, face in his face, barking at him like a mad dog.

"Have you gone fucking mad? You've got a lot of fucking nerve, Sergeant! Showin' your face to Gaz while you're giving him the runaround! Fucking his girl behind his back! You should be ashamed! He's our teammate, he's our BROTHER!" And in a blind panic, Soap shouts out:

"He knows!" It's enough to make Ghost pause his tirade for a moment, giving the shorter man an incredulous look.

"Bullshit."

"He does! He knows, I can prove it!" Soap pleads, and slowly holds out his hand. Ghost pins him with a glare but hands him the phone anyway.

Soap opens up the group chat the three of you share and turns the phone to show to Ghost. There's a variety of messages, some casual, some flirtatious, but what really catches Ghost's eye are the videos.

The first is the one that sent him into a fit in the first place: you're bent over in front of a mirror while Soap rams into you from behind. The video is sent with a message reading "taking care of our girl while you're gone x" The next video is sent from your POV as you bounce on Gaz’s cock. Then a video sent from Gaz's number that seems to be in the barracks shower of all places, the phone propped up somehow capturing the two Sergeants wet and naked. Gaz steps back from the camera and embraces Soap with a heated kiss. They each wrap a hand around both their cocks together and jerk themselves off to a simultaneous finish.

As Ghost scrolls through the chat, Soap, still pinned to the wall, takes notice of the way Ghost's breathing steadily gets heavier and heavier. And he DEFINITELY notices the growing weight pressed against his stomach. He gives an experimental grind of his hips. Ghost's eyes snap back up to him. They're still full of fire, but for a completely different reason.

"You got me stuck between a rock and a hard place, here, LT." He jokes with a gravelly voice. "But you know what they say... the more the merrier." In a matter of minutes, Ghost had Soap turned around, and both their pants are down by their ankles.

Gaz gets a new message in the chat later that night. The video starts focused on your face, your mouth deepthroating Soap and your eyes rolled back in your head as your body gets jostled roughly by... someone else. The camera pans down your body, showing you on your hands and knees, and a thick, wide body fucking into you from behind. A familiar tattoo sleeve catches Gaz's eye, and finally the camera pans up to show that infamous skull mask that he knows so well. The video is captioned: "found a new playmate for us... don't tell the captain ;)"

The captain, of course, does find out sooner rather than later. The team is gathered at you and Gaz’s home to watch a football game. Most of the sports terminology goes over your head, but you're glad to have all your boys together... plus their captain.

You think you're being subtle about everything, but Price notices. His job is noticing things. Countless life-or-death situations have counted on Price noticing little things. So of course he notices your heated glances at Soap, the way you leave lingering touches on Ghost when you pass by him. You, nestled into your boyfriend's side with his arm around you while you make eyes at his teammates. It makes his blood boil.

He confronts you in the kitchen. You got up to fetch yourself a drink and he waits a moment before he follows you in. You turn around from the fridge to see him standing behind you. His face is impassive and unreadable. You linger there a moment in confusion. He's usually so friendly toward you. Finally he breaks the silence first.

"You know, Kyle really cares about you. Talks about you all the time, talks about how much he loves you. You've got that poor boy wrapped around your little finger, you know that?"

"Th-thank you...?" You stutter, completely caught off-guard. The cold tone of his voice doesn't match his kind words. There's an edge to it, a dangerous one. He shakes his head at you.

"He doesn't deserve this. He's a good man."

"Doesn't deserve what?" You ask, glancing down at the extra beer in your hand that you'd gotten for Gaz. He doesn't deserve beer?

"You think I don't know what's going on?" He accuses with a step forward. "You think I don't see it?"

"See what?" You ask, growing more and more worried with every passing second. Price scoffs.

"You know, I've seen this a lot. Men in the service go out and risk their lives, all the while back home their girl is running circles around them." He huffs, giving you a look you'd never seen before. It makes you feel... gross. "Thought you were different, though. Thought you could be trusted. And to do it with his teammates?" His eyes narrow and his nose wrinkles in disgust. You gasp in realization. He thinks you're cheating!

"John, you don't understand-"

"You think I'm stupid?"

"No!"

"What's going on?" Gaz asks from the doorway. He was wondering what was taking you both so long, but he didn't expect to find you close to tears cornered by his captain. Price turns his body toward him, but keeps his eyes on you.

"Do you want to tell him, or should I?" He asks. You open and close your mouth but nothing comes out. Your brain is overworking trying to figure out an answer. You can't tell him the truth, you'd get your boys in trouble! Should you just admit to it? Take the blame to protect them? Before you can come up with the words, Soap and Ghost enter the room behind Gaz. Price turns his attention to them, and you breathe out in relief to have his glare off you.

"Or maybe you two would like to tell him?" He proposes, voice slightly raised. The tension in the room is suffocating. Price stares the other two down as Gaz looks from one person to the other, putting the pieces together.

"Price it's not what you think," he says with his hands out in a placating gesture. Price tilts his head.

"Kyle, I'm sorry to have to tell you-"

"They're not going round my back, Price. I know." Price shuffles his feet a bit.

"You... know?"

"The four of us have... an arrangement." Gaz walks over to you and wraps an arm around you. "She's done nothing wrong, don't be cross with her. Neither have Ghost or Soap. She's not just my girlfriend, she's our girlfriend." Gaz holds Price's eyes.

"And the four of you are..."

"Together. Is that a problem, Captain?" Price quirks an eyebrow at his sergeant's challenge, but after a moment shakes his head.

"No. No, not a problem. Just keep it tactical on the field. Copy?"

"Yes sir." Price turns to Soap and Ghost.

"Copy?"

"Yes sir," they answer in unison. Price looks at you again and his expression softens, dropping his Captain persona for your sake.

"I owe you an apology," he starts.

"It's alright," you interrupt, giving him a shy smile. "You were just looking out for Kyle."

"You should've seen Ghost when he found out. Nearly bit my head off," Soap says, lightening the mood. But Price's eyes still linger.

"Game's still on," Ghost says, "if you all are done being dramatic." The five of you file back into the living room to finish out the game with you still nestled into Gaz's side, this time openly joined by Soap on your other side. Throughout the game, as the men banter about whose team is better, Price kept glancing over at you.

The game ends and as everybody winds down, Price watches the affection you gave the other three.

"I have to wonder, though," he starts, "what it is that's got all three of my men so wrapped up in you..." Your eyes dart from one man to the other as each of them catch onto Price's meaning.

"Well... it'd be a shame not to include that captain, right boys?" Gaz teases.

"The more the merrier-"

"Shut up MacTavish, fucks sake," Ghost huffs, still with a smirk.

"I still owe you a proper apology, sweetheart," Price says, beckoning you to sit on his lap.

And apologize, he does, in the form of his face between your thighs, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. Eventually, the five of you wind up in the bedroom, tasting and teasing and fucking one another.

"We're going to need a bigger bed..."

[catastrxblues]

i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

[egophiliac]

innocently logging in to look at the Twst schedule for May like

[completelyalien]

I had the idea of the brothers sharing their music tastes with each other. Then it turned into this.

In case you can’t read my handwriting the songs are:

-“Black Bear Road” by C.W. McCall

-“Lay All Your Love On Me” by ABBA

-“Candy Paint” by Post Malone

-“Numb” by Linkin Park

-“Hurt” by Johnny Cash

(Also to be clear, Floyd is happy that Branch has similar tastes in music, not that he’s sad.)

(Also also, I think John Dory would have a complicated history with country music since I love the idea of JD and Delta Dawn being exs lol)

(Also also also Poppy gave Branch the boom box, that’s why is has some stickers on it)

[sproutastronaut]

MORE DOODLES!!

I'd actually be so down to make an aggie/magma with people,,,, i miss the riptide lots,,,

I ALSO STARTED WATCHING WONDERLUST‼️‼️ THIS ONE IS FOR THE WONDERLUSTERS

[doctorsiren]

paint it over

[hyperballart]

⚠️dacryphilia ahead⚠️

sorry but something about art crying… maybe he fucked up bad and you’re yelling at him but he doesn’t shout back — instead he falls to his knees and breaks down. his pretty pale face turning pink from every sob breaking from his chest, he’s apologizing over and over and you start feeling a little bad, “m’sorry baby i swear, she meant— she meant n-nothing, i love you—“ he starts pressing his face into your stomach and shaking, “i won’t do it again. block her from my phone— please don’t leave.” seeing him like this is lighting up something sick inside you.

he’s so stupid — thinking you wouldn’t find those incriminating texts. you tell him you’re dumping him and he throws a tantrum, “no please don’t leave,” and you can’t have a serious conversation with him while he’s this hysterical. but he looks so pretty; flushed and whiny just how you like. instead of walking out, you tell him to sit on the bed and strip before you’re following and straddling his lap.

he’s still crying when you’re sinking down as if it’s the last time you’ll ever do it, pleas slipping from his raw throat as he looks up to you with big wet eyes. you cup his face with both hands and rub your thumbs under the stream of tears, “you’re a fucking loser, art,” his bottom lip wobbles, “am i not good enough for you? do i not spoil you enough?” he nods dumbly and you clench at how miserable his expression is — this shouldn’t be turning you on.

“y-yes,” art still manages to moan like a slut despite his state, “i love you— i love you more than a-anything, i swear.” when you lean down to kiss him in pity he opens his mouth instantly, still not being able to stop small gasps to leave his mouth.

after only a couple minutes he falls limply on the bed in defeat, letting you use him. he lets out small comments between sniffles while you grind down on his cock; so beautiful, i love you, i’m only yours. he passes out immediately after feeling you orgasm and emptying his cum inside you— he’ll wake up with a throbbing headache and an empty bed in the morning.

[whatachaos]

I was listening to Taylor Swift and lawlu happened

I'M 12 ALL OVER AGAIN

I'M CRINGE BUT I'M FREE

[justaz]

need arthur repealing the magic ban bc its the Right Thing To Do and merlin is ecstatic bc finally finally he can be himself and tell arthur the truth. he can stop lying and hiding!! and the the ban is repealed and magic is free and theres a feast held in celebration and merlin lugs arthur to his chambers since the king had a bit too much wine and the night is warm and golden and steeped with happiness. merlin lays arthur down in bed and arthur looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, glazed over and warm and filled with love, and he says some sappy shit about merlin being a good friend and how loyal he is.

merlin isnt sure why his words make a stone settle in his stomach but he brushes it off and goes to bed, telling himself that he’ll tell arthur everything in the morning. then morning comes around and merlin sits at the table while arthur is eating breakfast and opens his mouth to tell him when his throat closes up and no words escape him. arthur is confused but merlin distracts him by insulting him and postpones the conversation. he’s been hiding for years, maybe he just needs to take it slow, take baby steps, let his mind and body get used to the idea of being free first.

merlin waits another week and a half before trying again. same result. the words wont come out and he’s choking on this secret he thought he could fess up to now and it takes him so long to realize he’s terrified. he isn’t sure why bc helloooo the ban is lifted!! he won’t be put to death!! what’s the problem?? he had an easier time confessing to sorcery to uther when such a thing was still punishable by death. why is it so hard to tell his best friend the truth when he won’t be punished for it??

answer: telling arthur the truth would mean telling him how merlin has lied for years and how arthur has never truly known the man he calls his friend. arthur will be hurt and angry and he’ll feel betrayed and that is something merlin has seen time and time again and he has fought so hard to prevent yet here he is about to put the same expression on his face. he’s about to break arthur’s heart once more. he can’t do it. he has to. he’ll hurt him. it gets worse the longer merlin takes. arthur will hate him. oh gods arthur will hate him.

[poppitron360]

I think that some people in the fandom forget that Leo genuinely committed suicide.