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wolfjackle-creates · 2 years

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My Writing Masterpost

List of Subscription Posts (Follow for Tumblr Notifications on any of my fics.)

Good Omens:

The Demon Piper: Crowley is in Hamlin, Germany in 1284 and offers to help the children of the town. They take him up on it and the legend of the Pied Piper is born.

AO3, 24k words, rated T

An Evening In: Human AU. Aziraphale has a bad day and Crowley promises to make it better. PWP

AO3, 18k words, rated E

Carry On: After the garden, the First Family has to find their way in the wider, more dangerous world. But Heaven and Hell aren't ready to leave them alone so Crawly and Aziraphale tag along. When Cain has the idea to sacrifice the best of his harvest to God, Abel also wishes to sacrifice the best of his lambs.

God chooses Her favorite and the First Family is left to pick up the pieces as best they can.

AO3, M rating (Prequel to The Demon Piper)

DP x DC Fics:

Bring Me Home: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and when Danny's parents take his reveal poorly, Tim helps get him safe.

Tumblr prompt fill, 3.5k words, M rating (for fandom typical violence)

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Alternative Reunion: This is an alternate way the original fill could've gone if Tim hadn't been there to get Danny out, but Danny still managed to escape to Gotham.

Rewrite - Friend Request (Arc 1): AO3; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Silver and Gold (Arc 2): AO3; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Arc 3: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Ghost!Robin Haunts Jason AU: Jazz is dating Jason, so she and Danny are invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet the family. Danny arrives and meets Jason for the first time only to be distracted by the ghost of the dead Robin that is hanging off of him. T rating

Original Prompt (and collab fill), Subscription Post

Arc 1: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Arc 2: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Answer My Call: (Wrong Number AU) Jazz, Sam, and Tucker manage to help Danny escape the GIW, but they can't follow him and are under too much surveillance to communicate with each other. Sam snuck Danny a phone as he ran and Jazz sends him a text every day, hoping to hear he is all right. But he's not the one getting the texts.

Jason was away for several months on a mission with the Outlaws. When he finally returns home, he is surprised to find dozens of messages from an unknown number begging a Danny to tell her he's okay. Looks like there's not going to be a break between missions this time around.

T rating (might go up to M for fandom-typical violence)

AO3 Link

Subscription Post

Tumblr Links: Original Prompt and Fill, (actual) Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Part 1, Part 2

I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again): Danny and Jason meet in the zone after Jason's death. They become friends (and more). But Jason doesn't think it's enough. He finds Desiree and wishes for his life back. But for every wish, she exacts a price.

Chapter 1: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Danny's Arc: Part 1

The Two Ghost Motel: Danny is tired.

Endless ghost fights with too many responsibilities and too little time; he barely passed sophomore year. When Ember visits town for a bit of fun, she mentions the Two Ghost Motel, a place of peace and refuge for restless ghosts who aren't ready to cross over.

“I’m fine, Ember.”

Danny’s got a home and friends. He’s fine, really.

But when his parents begin experimenting with electricity to destabilize ghosts, it’s too much for Danny. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor Tucker can host him for the night and he’s left wandering in the night, alone. Then he sees it: The Two Ghost Motel.

He checks in.

“Welcome.”

AO3

Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong: Danny is finally settling into his new life with the Waynes and loves them. But then he finds out their secret identities. The Justice League works with the US Government. And the US Government funds the GIW. He won't go back to them. He won't.

Tumblr Links: Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

AO3 Link

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Empathy Verse: Jazz literally runs into someone outside the library when she's distracted. She's about to apologize when she feels the ghost-empathy radiating off the stranger. Instead she relaxes into his embrace.

Tumblr Link: Parts 1-5

Something to Feel: Danny moved to Gotham for university. However, the lack of other ghosts in the city is leaving him restless. He needs to get away from people and let off some steam.

Then he meets another halfa in the park. They're about to start fighting when Danny realizes their might be a more fun way to vent their frustrations.

Rating: E (smut)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Remember, Remember: Danny is a failed clone of Dick by the Court of Owls. Erasing his memory, they threw him out onto the world where he eventually got adopted by the Fentons. If the portal accident somehow knocked loose the mental block hiding his memories… Who knows what could happen.

Tumblr Link - 1k

AO3 Link - 1.3k

Electricity: Danny Phantom has been brought into the Justice League and it's great!

Or, well, it would be if Danny could be paired with anyone who wasn't an electricity user. The post-mission panic attacks are getting old and Jazz is worried.

Tumblr Link - 1.5k, T rating

AO3 Link - 2.4k, T rating

School Nurse!Danny: Danny gets a job as the nurse at Tim's school. He recognizes the type of injuries Tim comes in with almost immediately but doesn't say anything, happy to patch him up in the office or let him take a nap when needed. Until Red Robin decides to go out in costume the day after Tim was in his office with a broken arm. Looks like he has to call a parent-nurse meeting.

Tumblr Link - 1.6k words, G rating

AO3 Link - 2.7k

Memes!!!

Kidnap Buddies: Tim and Danny are both kidnapped in Gotham when the goons couldn't figure out which black haired, blue eyed boy was Tim Drake. They bond as they're locked up and Danny uses is powers to help them escape.

T rating, 1.6k, complete. Tumblr only currently

No Place Left to Hide: Danny is on the run. He wants nothing more than to see his family, but they're out of his reach at the moment.

Then he sees a magazine article and accompanying photo of Damian Wayne. His long-lost twin brother.

Maybe he does have some family he can check on. Just to spy from a distance, of course. Getting too close would only make his situation worse. But when he gets caught in the halls of Gotham Academy, he might not have a choice in the matter.

Tumblr, AO3

T rating, 3.1k, complete

Solved with a Touch: Danny and Damian Twin AU. Danny seeks out refuge with his birth father after he is forced to leave Amity. But he and Damian just cannot get along. So much time has passed and both of them have changed so much that they just cannot figure out how to reconnect. Until Dick forces them to go to a carnival together and they get hit with Poison Ivy's cuddle pollen.

Tumblr only, T rating, 2.8k

Johnny and Kitty overshadow Batman and Superman: What it says on the tin. Danny thinks the Justice League is expecting him to take care of the ghost problem in Amity alone. But when he goes to Gotham apologizing profusely for letting Kitty and Johnny get past him, the heroes have no idea who he is. Or why he was left to deal with a problem so severe on his own. As a teenager.

Half filled prompt, opening scene with Danny rushing to Gotham. Then it skips ahead to the heroes discovering the state of the Fenton household in Amity.

Attack on Sight: Demon Twin AU. Danny is in Gotham with his parents and Jazz when he sees Damian. League instincts kick in and the two are at each other's throats before Jazz or Dick can intervene.

Tumblr only, 1.1k, G/T rating

Constantine Bingo: Danny is being introduced to the Wayne's as Jason's boyfriend. During dinner, he gets notice that he won that round of Constantine Bingo.

Tumblr prompt fill, 873 words, G rating

Stalker Danny: Jason is being stalked and threatened by some sort of pit demon. Danny hopes the new halfa he just came across will accept his courting gifts.

Tumblr prompt fill, 764 words

Justice League Mechanic!Danny: When Danny applied for his position as civilian engineer with the JL, he filled out the demographic information stating he was a half ghost. Apparently, a number of the heroes didn't get the message and are freaked out when his heart stops beating or he puts a pause on the whole breathing thing.

1,060 words, T rating

DC Only

Obligatory Truth Serum Fic: Tim Drake gets captured and injected by a truth serum. Now he has to escape both the up-and-coming villain and his family before he can be asked any questions he doesn't want to answer.

2k, G rating

#masterpost #my writing #fanfic #good omens #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc comics #batfam #fic names are not set in stone

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vintagelacerosette · 1 year

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Tag Game catch up ✨️

I was tagged to do these awesome tag games made by our shining star Macy @celestialmickey & was also tagged by these angel pies Evie @energievie Julissa @heymrspatel Jay @surviving-maybe Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Willow @ian-galagher Kaka @stocious Auds @auds-and-evens Michelle @michellemisfit Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Vey @look-i-love-u Julia @juliakayyy Ri @tanktopgallavich thank youuu 🥰

Name: Myn

Age: 26

Where in the world are you? Sydneeeyy

The meaning behind your URL: the mash up of pretty words & when i began this blog i had aspirations of being a pretty vintage type aesthetic blog lmao

Your second favourite color: Periwinkle

Any pets? My doggie Roxy

Favourite season: Currently, I'll say it's autumn but it varies bc I barely have any distinction with the season living in Australia lol so I'm happy as long as it's sunny & not blistering heat with a light breeze haha

Last thing you read:

Got fics in rotation at the moment haha but I'm rereading

Let the bodies to the talkin' by the magnificent Jane @captainjowl

My Nine Lover by the sensational Anna @annatrow

Last of a Dying Breed by the terrific @wildxwired

For a book I've started Be not Afraid of Love by Mimi Zhu that is a collection writings about the author's journey of relearning to love again after experiencing a violent relationship

Last song you listened to:

I'm getting familiar with the new FOB album 💕

What are you wearing right now? Black cardigan, brown pleated mini dress with pastel green low heels

A hobby of yours: Paper quilling

Your comfort show or movie: Currently Shadows and Bone (gotta get that Six of Crows spin off lmao)

and finally, what are you up to today? Dinner at restaurant I planned to catch up eith my old workmates bc I didn't get to do a farewell dinner when I left in December 🥰

TAG GAME: FANDOM EDITION 💖

Your Name: Myn

Your Age: XXVI

Your First Fandom(s): I think Violet x Tate from American Horror Story

Your Current Fandom(s): Gallavich & Wesper (my book babies got adapted to tv y'all 🤧💕)

How did you first get into fandom? I think i got i more into the fandom culture in 2012 but i did take a break for like maybe 3 years bc I had no idea how the site worked or how to make friends haha. So i missed many of the iconic tumblr moments.

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I remember reading animr fanfic since year six or year 7 so in 2008/2009 & I joined tumblr in 2012 as a more passive participant spam reblogging bc I had no idea how the site worked at first lol. Then I became a more active participant in the gallavich fandom in 2022 when I decided to post my first gallacrafts in feb 🥰

How often do you read fanfics? Every single day & every spare hour I can spare

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s):

Mickey my beloved Milkovich, Ian sweetface Gallagher & Sandy darling Milkovich

Wylan Van Sunshine, Jesper hotshooter Fahey & Kazzle Dazzle Brekker

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Not yet, but I oh so plan to I got wips summaries coming out the wahzoo

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Yess i am so happy to have made some fanart for our lovely Macy's fanfic Your Message Has Been Received, Gallavich × Good Omens fanart for Gallacrafts & other art found in the tag #Myn's art

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

Ian gets the fucking Monica boobs tattoo fixed omfg it'll be a touching tribute to her not whatever the fuck that was. Also Mick gets Ian's name fixed too. They could do it together & then get tattoos that symbolise each other on their bods

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Ohh CLUB KISS CLUB KISS CLUB KISS

Shadow and Bone

Under carriage scene! Recognised his man by being on top of him. The muscles memory of it all 😏

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? Fandom gave me back my creative passion back. Something I thought I had lost & desperate wanted back but had no idea how, but by finding all of you beautiful, amazingly sweet & brilliant minds that came together out of the love our soft & sensitive husbands I found a safe place & a home where I can share what I create which is my love. So thank you all forever for being in my life 🥹

Also this Picrew too & this is basically my outfit for dinner just a lighter brown dress with plaid & minus the frog hat sadly 😔🐸

I'll tag these dearhearts if they wanna play @scarcrosseduntouched @andthatisnotfake @adakechi @skies-below @ lingy910y @imikhailotakeyouian @babygirlmickey @too-schoolforcool @gardenerian @creepkinginc @demontargaryen @chicanomick @suzy-queued @tomorrowillmissyou @ intotheblindinglight @lalazeewrites @tellmegoodbye @jomilky @darthvaders-wife @flamingbluepanda @crossmydna @depressedstressedlemonzest @gallavichgeek @gallavichsbitch @shameless-notashamed @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @bravemikhailo @7x10mickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @suchagallabitch @iansw0rld @ deathclassic @grabmyboner @y0itsbri @grumpymickmilk

#tag game #picrew #Spotify

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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10 Lines | 10 People

Thanks for the tag @yletylyf &@givereadersahug & @crazybutgood!! 🤗🤗🤗

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

Since it says "ten of" and not "the last ten" 👀 I'll pick and choose from my first page, yeah?

Allure

Never has Harry been able to pin Severus down. Mystery is part of the allure.

Short Snarry work for Kinkuary. A/b/o, sequel to Obscene, Harry POV!

The Perfect Shade of Purple

A strange sensation. Pricks of pain, or sparks of pleasure?

Riddledore for Kinkuary, prompt cockwarming. A bit of student/teacher with Professor Dumbledore & Student Tom (age unspecified.)

Hatefuck

Loathing is the easy part.

Snarry for Kinkuary, part of the same universe as Contempt. That 'verse will just not leave me be, I swear! And I wrote this on a whim all in one morning!

Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Draco’s cock is a tiny thing.

Draco/Sirius for Kinkuary prompt size kink! If the line didn't give it away 🤣 I've wanted to write a proper Drarius for soooo long! I did a drabble in Draco Drabbles, and a brief nod in Welcome to the Family, but a nice 3k fic of just them feels good to have managed! (Though I hope to manage more one day 👀) This is another one I wrote on a whim. 3k written, edited, and posted in one day! The day after a tooth extraction. 😬

Lovestruck

The whistling of wind wakes Harry.

Snarry for Kinkuary (yes, again) for the prompt "possessiveness", another one in the Contempt world! I saw a post on Tumblr once about art where Severus' Nagini scars looked like bolts of lightning. I've yet to see said art, but the idea struck me and I was glad to see a way to incorporate it into a work! The fact that it would be related to Contempt just felt...right. I have no other way to explain it, since the work itself doesn't really reference Contempt at all.

Amor Aeternus

Hermione’s the one who finds them, wrapped in an intimate embrace.

A nice lil penta-drabble written for House of Snarry on Valentine's Day! And oh yeah it's MCD.

Kiss and Control

Bee-stung lips, cherry red. Soft as silk beneath his fingers, his tongue.

Lil quadruple drabble written for House of Snarry. Just me indulging in some overly poetic descriptors and leaning into all my OTP feels.

Again (and Again)

Again and again, Severus haunts him.

Lil Snarry ficlet inspired by some A_Loveunlaced art (which can be seen in the fic!)

Blue Velvet

“There are rules, you understand.”

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“Scorpius Malfoy wants me to fuck him.”

3k words of me indulging in some excellent age gap filth and also my love of both Snarry and Scarry. Written for Kinktober 2021, for the prompt "dp - 2 holes" 😏

Red All Over

The thrill of victory pumps through her veins. The roaring of the crowd still rings in her ears. “Har-pies, Har-pies!”

Ah yes, finally wrote some Ginny/Gwenog!! ALSO: finally wrote lady smut! It's not much, but it's there! Also hilarious that what would inspire me would be the prompt "menophilia" of all things, for Kinktober 🤣 Then again...messy is right up my alley 😏

Tagging: @perverse-idyll, @writcraft, @lizzy0305, @cindle-writes, @tackytigerfic, @fleetingdesires, @bluesundaycake, @broomsticks, @teacup-tai, @thistlecatfics - but no pressure, and apologies if you've already been tagged and/or played!

#tag game #first lines #snarry #drarius #riddledore #gwenevera #snarryus #drabbles & ficlets mostly #more than half of this is from kinktober and kinkuary HAH #i am a kinky lady what can i say

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serenescribe · 1 year

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serenescribe's ao3 fics masterlist!

here's a collection of all my written works that i've posted to ao3 thus far! listed below the cut in alphabetical fandom order! (had to ditch my orange text for it due to formatting woes...)

total number of works: 28 last updated: 4/7/24

blaseball: ✤ — in the truly gruesome do we trust —> during the chaos of earlsiesta, parker macmillan iiiii takes a stand. [ao3]

cookie run: ✤ — we've got history —> espresseleine. espresso hates madeleine. madeleine is obsessed with espresso. somehow, everything comes together for better or worse. [ao3*]

danganronpa: ✤ — a beginner's guide to breaking your (apparently requited) crush out of a time loop —> saiouma + non-despair. shuichi gets stuck in a time loop. kokichi helps him out. [ao3]

danganronpa 54 series: ✤ — nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy —> when shuichi saihara fails to connect rantaro's presence in drv3 to the survivors' sacrifice, maki harukawa is forced to join another killing game. [ao3] [ongoing + on hiatus] ✤ — cause for concern —> set during intermission 1 of the main fic. the morning before dr54's premiere, shuichi, tenko and himiko go grocery shopping. [ao3]

eastward: ✤ — for you, the world —> isabel/alva. a retelling of chapter 4's bar scene with an in-depth look at isabel's perspective. [ao3] ✤ — do not stand at my grave and weep —> post-canon. john copes with life and learns how to move on. [ao3]

fantasy high: ✤ — dear gravity (you held me down in this starless city) —> fig punches a mirror. somehow it's a metaphor for teenage rebellion. [ao3] ✤ — the pied piper (of a singular rat) —> in a determined bid to prove to himself that he is not, in fact, a coward, fabian tries adaine’s secret sylvan gift again. [ao3] ✤ — something borrowed, something blue —> after a plane shift spell gone wrong following the last stand, kristen finds herself in a dreamscape modelled after her goddess' wedding. [ao3] ✤ — glaciers melting in the dead of night —> in another universe a step to the left, adaine and oisin are paired together for a project in the first week of freshman year. this doesn’t change everything — but it changes just enough. [ao3] [ongoing]

fire emblem: engage: ✤ — "would you care for a cup of tea?" —> céline, princess of firene, seeks out three potential partners for tea time. [ao3]

fire emblem: three houses: ✤ — tower of withering hearts —> sylvix + fairytale au. felix has been stuck in a tower guarded by dragons for ten years. one day, sylvain finally finds him. [ao3] ✤ — dancing with a star —> doropetra. dorothea teaches petra how to dance fódlan-style. she gets more than she expected out of it. [ao3] ✤ — and no one saw and no one heard —> a short drabble studying felix's character. [ao3]

inside job: ✤ — i miss the thought of what we were —> post-season 1 part 2. reagan keeps a close eye on ron staedtler martin higgins. gigi and brett find out, one after the other. [ao3]

night in the woods: ✤ — longest night —> a retelling of the longest night supplement, with a heavier focus on mae's psyche and the unreality of her dreams. [ao3]

persona 5: ✤ — but they don't give a flying fuck about us —> a retelling of the first few days of persona 5. akira kurusu moves to tokyo, befriends a blond boy, and fights the urge to throttle a volleyball coach. [ao3]

twisted wonderland: ✤ — two for nero —> when silver falls to a sleeping curse, lilia resolves to do anything to wake him up. [ao3] ✤ — everything goes dark —> silver is a dream fairy in the realm of nightmares, suffering from sleep-spells and knowing he doesn't belong. [ao3] ✤ — hollow moon —> don't fall asleep in the light of the full moon. except one day, silver does. things go... very badly. [ao3] ✤ — true love feeds on absences (like pleasure feeds on pain) —> a departure, a reunion, and everything in-between. chapter 7 spoilers. [tumblr link] [ao3] ✤ — rhapsody in green —> a mirror, a comb, and the differences between a knight and a king. [ao3] [Collab with @olivebranch311] ✤ — garden in the ceiling —> malleus steals his family away into a dreamscape, content to take care of them for all of eternity. [ao3] ✤ — the snow prince —> a mysterious spell afflicts one lilia vanrouge, encasing his heart in frigid cold. [tumblr link] [ao3] ✤ — pénthos —> silver is dead, and everything is wrong. [tumblr link] [ao3] ✤ — the prince's physician —> malleus is the physician of an eternally reincarnating prince. he reflects on all that entails. [tumblr link] [ao3] [collab with @ohsleepie] ✤ — the once (and many) prince(s) —> silver is, has always been, and will always be, the crown prince of his kingdom. [tumblr link] [ao3] [collab with @ohsleepie]

(asterisk* —> archive-locked)

#housekeeping tag #my writing tag

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freedfromthegalactichivemind · 2 years

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Appetite for Destruction!!

She-Ra fanfiction Entrapdak Entrapdak Mini-Month Multiple characters Rated G Comedy

Summary: An Etherian festival. A pie-eating contest. A surprising contestant. A surprising outcome. Done somewhat after a much older Season 2 fic of mine, “Pie(s) R Squared-Off,’ but in a different world / outcome setting from that, as Hordak is alive in this one. An aspect of this comes from the rumor of a scrapped idea for Horde Prime. (Tumblr kept screwing up my formatting. I tried to correct things, but if this posts with the italic-sentences separated all weird, I apologize. I do not know why Tumblr does this. Pasting writing here is a nightmare).

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Prompt / Theme - Day 2- Challenge

Pie(s) R Squared Off II! Appetite for Destruction! The rusty scent of fallen leaves permeated the air at the Plumerian Fall Festival. People were chatting, and dancing and making music. More than a few of the newly-incorporated “spacebats” hung upside down from trees, hooking their knees over branches, biting into apples, peaches and pomegranates. Deer-folk decorated their antlers with grape-leaves and hanging grapes from the vineyards. Little children of all kinds ran about with colorful ribbons on sticks. Somewhere, a kid picked up a stick, pretended it was a laser-rifle and his friend fell to the ground, pretending to be a stricken Horde-soldier. This earned them both whispers and disapproving looks from the adults and older teenagers. They were ushered off to go ride the wooden-track ride that wended through the woods and they made haste to claim a wheeled cart to coast down the dips. Bow was showing a group of people magic tricks with a deck of cards. Entrapta was showcasing a harvester-bot she’d built. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. “Everyone! Everyone! Your attention please!” Princess Perfuma had entered the glade, held aloft on a wave of thick, winding vines, which deposited her in the center of it. Everyone who wasn’t on a carnival ride or off to one of the tinkle-tinkle bye-bye zones turned to give her their attention. “The Pie-Eating Contest is about to begin! Our contestants are ready to take their seats! We’ve got two…” Scorpia passed her a scroll of paper and she mumbled, reading it, before looking up, “No! Three contestants this year!” She turned to Scorpia. “Only three?” Entrapta held up a hair-tail. “I would have signed up if the pies were tiny. They’re so big, so I was out!” “Still, only three?” “Well, look who it is…” Scorpia said, pointing a tip of a claw to the form. “There’s a Dark Horse… oh, gee, I hope it’s not Swift Wind…” “Dish someboshy say Sift Ind?” a voice sounded as a muzzle turned their way, stuffed with a fresh apple. “Nope!” Scorpia announced. “Unless you’re in the Pie-Eating Contest.” Swift Wind gulped down his apple. “Nope!” he proclaimed, throwing out his wings. “I am in the cheering section!” “Don’t you remember who won last year?” Scorpia harshly whispered. “She didn’t even use her powers! Don’t you remember what happened? It’s no surprise that no one wants to go up against…that!” Perfuma looked around. “Someone, anyone?” she asked. “We have loads of pies! Come on, Scorpia, you can take part!” “Sorry. I love you, but I can’t go up against my wildcat. Or, you know…her…” Deer and goat-folk shook their heads. The child who’d previously been playing soldier said an emphatic “Nuh-uh!” “I was happy to bake many of the pies,” Kadroh, the clone formerly known as Wrong Hordak said, “but most of my brothers are still quite new to solid foods. Our insides would swell far too much with an eating contest.” One of the clones hopped down from a tree with juice dribbling down his chin. “Raw fruit is best! Why ruin it with baking?!” he asked. “Alright, alright,” Perfuma finally said. “Everyone come to the pavilion to cheer on your favorites! And whoever the third contestant is will be a surprise to everybody! Even me!” The spectators gathered. Pies were loaded upon a long picnic table, stacked and teetering in their tins. Two contestants already sat at the ready, sneering at each other. “You can do it, Adora! Just like last year!” Glimmer shouted. “Get her, Catra! Show her who’s boss!” shouted Kyle, backed by Lonnie. “Failure! Failure!” came a scratchy recorded voice. Rogelio grumbled at the winged toddler that was hanging from his chest in a snuggly. Entrapta lifted herself up on her hair and patted Emily, signaling the robot to begin a video recording. “No pie for you,” she said to the robot’s forlorn beeps. “I’ll give you the special oil when we get home.” “Where’s our last minute contestant?” Perfuma wondered, ready to set the ten-minute timer. Out of the shadows of the trees loomed a tall figure. Steel-toed boots with greaves sank softly in the mud. A red-lined black cape fluttered. A pair of long ears flicked. There were gasps among the crowd. Entrapta wore the biggest, most devious smile. “Hordak?!” Glimmer choked. “You can’t be serious!” “If he wants to eat pie, let him!” Bow said. Hordak sat down in the most serious manner imaginable. “I wish to have a fair contest,” he said simply. “Go, Hordikins!” Entrapta encouraged. He snorted and his ears dipped for a moment. The crowd went wild. “Are you serious?” Catra demanded. “I don’t recall ever seeing you eat!” “I am quite capable.” “Hey, Catra, lay up!” Adora said. “If he wants to have a little fun, let him. Besides, we both know I’m going to win.”

“Fat chance!”

Some of the clones huddled, wondering just how their brother was going to do this. Few of them were comfortable with an eating-contest, given their newness to the world of flavors and food. The ones that did eat more than simple things tended to take things slowly, to savor it. Some couldn’t handle the idea of being in a contest in which one was to shovel food into one’s mouth in a rapid manner, heedless of waste. A few had been the subject of one of Horde Prime’s more gruesome entertainments – force-feeding to test their devotion. They were, nonetheless, interested in the contest and its outcome in their desire to learn all they could about various Etherian cultures. They simply couldn’t fathom entering such a contest themselves.

And here their eldest-to-independence brother was, ready to take up the challenge.

The buzzer sounded. An assistant shoved pies to each contestant. All of the fine fur on Catra’s face was sticky with blue syrup and berry-bits in short order. Adora was knocking out tins and tossing them behind her like everything in them had been made of air.

“Oh, such a mess!” groused an elderly woman in the crowd as she shook her broom. “Messy, messy! You should chew your food! Razz spent all day yesterday baking! And so did that nice young man!”

Hordak delicately pierced a pie with a claw and casually ate one berry. He ate a single berry from his first pie, breaking not a sweat, no mess and clearly in last place.

“Ha!” Catra shouted, diving into her fifth pie. “Did you plan to just sit here and mock us?”

“Nom, nom, nom, nom,” was the extent of Adora’s utterances as she polished off a seventh tin.

“Time’s almost up!” Perfuma announced.

“Hey, Glimmer?” Bow said, nudging his girlfriend, “Do you see Entrapta? I don’t like the way she is smiling.”

Hordak was looking around in apparent boredom as he licked another berry off the tip of a claw.

Suddenly – and no one knew what happened first: Entrapta laughed in a raucous cackle. Hordak stood straight and tall and his cheeks peeled back from his eye-grooves down to his upper lip, he unhinged his jaw and his entire mouth opened up in a snake-like maw, showing a glowing row of red teeth.

His mouth had suddenly become larger than a pie-tin, and, in fact, larger than most Etherians’ entire heads.

He grabbed pie after pie, dumping them from the tin into his mouth! He surpassed Catra’s five and then Adora’s seven. In roughly thirty seconds, ten pies had been deposited into that monstrous cavern and gulped down in a similar manner as a python gulps down a rat.

Save for some very confused and innocent-looking clones (who seemed to think everybody knew that they could do this, if need be), the entire crowd was screaming..

Abject terror of a former Dark Lord ruled this day!

“Are you getting this, Emily?!” Entrapta exclaimed, affectionately patting the robot’s chassis. “This is the best social experiment ever!”

Adora was panting and sweating. She was panicked and was slightly glowing, as if she was ready to bring out She-Ra to protect the crowd at any second. Catra’s eyes were as wide as the tins they’d been eating pies from.

“You knew about this?!” Bow demanded of Entrapta.

“Relax!” she said, “He’s not going to hurt anybody! It’s fundamental spacebat physiology!”

“None of us knew about it!” Glimmer hissed.

“Well, they only employ it in emergencies,” Entrapta explained. “I guess…there never was one until now! Aahahahhahaa!”

“Does this constitute cheating?” Scorpia asked.

Hordak put his mouth back together and carefully, even daintily, took a white cloth napkin and gently patted the tiniest of crumbs from his lips.

“It appears as though I have conquered this challenge,” he said.

Entrapta was freely doing an evil laugh. She pumped her fist as Hordak gave her a conspiratorial smile. “Best social experiment ever!”

Etherians were running about and cowering in terror. Entrapta walked up to the picnic table and Hordak held out his hand to hers. “Shall we go to the music pavilion for a dance?”

Emily continued a rolling recording of the complete chaos.

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I tagged 572 of my posts in 2022

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#pi - 22 posts

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#kaito - 14 posts

#the blurriness of being alive - 12 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#not so much “let's not talk about 2020 (and 2021)” and more - all the time has blended together and 2019 really does feel like “last year”

I sent 3 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

Correction re: Username deciding profession- the "s" at the end of your username implies that either you are /multiple/ instances of Saguru (potentially even worse because that's more work) OR you are something Saguru has.... you're Watson the hawk =p

oh my GOD.

being watson would be so much easier than being saguru. i accept this fate.

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that cat pakig meme except it's me going 'Job?? job? new joB? NEW job???'

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Does anyone have any songs they associate with Sera Masumi? I'm exploring her character more and something that helps me is building a playlist for the character in question. I'd love to know what associations other people have.

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things i want to write but my brain won't let me start writing

silly little ekoda kids group chat fic

hakuba saguru has the opposite of too much time on his hands and yet still somehow makes time to investigate the strange nature of edogawa conan (eventually learns he is kudou shinichi)

saguru and kaitou kid have a tryst and saguru desperately wants to talk to kaito about their dynamic but kaito refuses to acknowledge that they are Involved and is avoiding him

saguru and kaito accidentally bare their souls to each other just a little. for some reason

black org saguru au. really wanna write armagnac at work, maybe interacting with other org agents. wanna write some armagnac x kaito shenanigans

sagukai reunite as adults

aoko character study. something something always aiming to be underestimated. something something disappointed that even kaito does it too now

kid heist. saguru is there and helping kaito. conan and heiji are there and think saguru is acting WEIRD

sagukai sagukai sagukai sagukai sagukai

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My #1 post of 2022

thrilled to announce that i am finally trying out meds for my neurodivergence. idk i just can't shut up about this im very excited

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #lol i really didn't do much original posting this year #i straight up do not remember that post i made in november.... big fan of it tho

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SNEAK PEEK TIME!!!!

Y’all, we are finally at the end of the ENTIRE SERIES!!!

This has been a VERY long time coming, and I can’t tell you how excited I am to share this last chapter with all of you!!! I hope you all think it was worth the wait, but I can tell you, in my own humble opinion, it is. I was getting choked up reading it over this morning!! In this final chapter, happy endings abound as David finally comes home and reconciles with Marco.

For those of you that have been on this journey with me from the beginning, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!!! This series first started rattling around in my brain not long after I started writing three years ago, but I truly believed that if I wrote the whole thing as I envisioned it, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE would read the other stories. So the response to this series has been truly astounding!!

For those of you that were waiting to read until the fic or series was finished, or if you needed to catch up, you can find links to all the fics and the individual chapters of Snowing’s story below. I truly hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think!

Series Summary: This series introduces us to the family of Marco and Beverly Swan- their first born David and triplet daughters Regina, Emma, and Ruby.

Love Between the Pages tells the story of Emma and Killian Jones. Killian is a bestselling biographer and he arrives at Emma’s horse farm in rural Virginia to interview her for his biography on her late husband Neal Cassidy, NASCAR darling who died 5yrs ago on the track. Falling in love with her was not part of the plan.

Dance With the Gypsy tells the story of Broadway star Ruby and how she falls in love with Graham Humbert, the producer of her new show, Secrets.

Clipping an Angel's Wings tells the story of Hollywood star Regina and Robin Locksley, the PI she hires to protect her from an unstable fan.

The series will be rounded out with A Spy Finds a Home, David and Mary Margaret’s story. Dr. Mary Margaret Blanchard hires David to find her parents, scientists who have been kidnapped by a terrorist group. Once all the dust settles, Mary Margaret brings David back to the family he left many years ago.

Prologue- The End, Ch1 Mérida, Ch2 Uxmal, Ch3 Casablanca, Ch4 Excalibur, Ch5 Sefrou, Ch6 Excalibur, Part 2, Epilogue- The Beginning (posting tomorrow)

Before we get to the sneak peek, I have to SCREAM and FLAIL over a piece of extra art work made by @apiratewhopines. She helped beta Snowing’s story because she just loves them and told me months ago that there just weren’t enough stories out there featuring them. Once she was finished reading Regina and Robin’s story, she made a pic set featuring all the couples in the series. I’m sharing it here at the end of the post because of mild spoilers, but I just can't TELL y’all how EXCITED and HUMBLED I am that someone felt strongly enough about this universe to make artwork for it!!! On the one hand, I can’t believe she did it, and on the other, I’m not surprised at all because she was one of the MOST enthusiastic and vocal supporters of this universe from the very beginning!! Please go give her all the love!!!

But for now, here is the sneak peek for tomorrow’s chapter that will bring all the stories to a, hopefully, very satisfying close. Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

“We come bearing gifts, big sis,” she exclaimed, opening the door.

“If it’s not a glass of my favorite Champagne, I don’t want it,” Regina groused.

“This is better, I promise.” She swung the door open wider until David met Regina’s eyes in the mirror of the vanity where she sat. Her eyes widened briefly, then narrowed as she turned, a smirk tilting the corner of her lips.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.”

David returned her smirk. “Hiya, sis.”

She rose to look at him. She was every bit as beautiful as he remembered. Ebony hair that gently swept her shoulders, high cheekbones, chocolate brown eyes. “You look good, kid.”

She shrugged, with a smirk. “I know. You don’t look so bad yourself. A little rough around the edges, maybe.” She inhaled deeply and brought her hand to her face in a fanning motion. “Bastard. There goes my makeup.”

Regina launched herself at her brother. David met her halfway and spun her around before setting her back on her feet.

“David, we always knew this day would come,” Regina said, between sniffles, “but you couldn’t have picked a better one.” She lightly slapped David on the shoulder. “Don’t you even have a handkerchief?”

“Ruby stole it.”

“Figures.”

“This is Mary Margaret,” Ruby interjected, all but shoving her into the room.

“Oh?” Regina questioned, raising a brow.

“I’m sorry,” Mary Margaret began, “I didn’t mean…”

“She’s with David,” Emma put in.

“Isn’t that nice,” Regina purred. In the way of triplets, the silent communication between them spoke more loudly than the actual words, the wide smiles and twinkling eyes expressing their delight at this development. “Excellent taste, David.” She turned back to Mary Margaret. “Sorry as I can’t say the same for yours. But champagne is definitely in order.”

“I’ll get it,” Ruby exclaimed.

“You will do no such thing, Ruby,” Regina cried. “We can’t have you traipsing up and down the stairs in your condition. Graham will have my head! One of the servants will bring it up. Take everyone down to the sitting room at the end of the hall. Robin is barred from the wing. I’m not taking any chances at bad luck. I’ll be there as soon as I fix my face.” She placed her hand on David’s arm as everyone else filed out. “Stay, please.”

David turned and smiled at his sister as she sat back down before the mirror.

“I always figured you’d return in absolute triumph or absolute destitution.”

David laughed. “Sorry, it’s neither.”

“I won’t ask what you’ve been doing, but I will ask if you’re staying.” She eyed him in the mirror and David thought his heart might explode from the happiness of seeing his sisters again.

“Yeah, I’m staying.”

“Good.”

*~*~*

The final chapter will be up tomorrow morning. Thank you all again for all your love and support of this universe. Words cannot express how much each and every kudos, comment, and like has meant to me.

Artwork by @apiratewhopines

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A COLLECTION [ updated: 8 . 23 . 21 ]

—NETFLIX & CHILL.

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings smut in the forms of grinding, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla unprotected sex, dirty talk misc use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc word count 10.2k posted june 12, 2020

—HULU & WOOHOO.

summary But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings slight feelings of insecurity, smut in the forms of fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, hand jobs, unprotected sex, riding, slight praise kink misc if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read word count 6.3k posted july 4, 2020

—IMAX & CLIMAX.

summary The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl (? kinda), daddy kink that morphs into ily kink misc jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count 9.8k posted august 5, 2020

—KISSANIME & FOREPLAY.

summary You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings mentions of hentai, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 word count 8.2k posted september 1, 2020

—DISNEY+ & BUST.

summary There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. warnings arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of humiliation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment (? idk lol), unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, the return of mean jk, desperate jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf misc angst, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count 13k posted september 9, 2020

—ESPN & BDSM.

summary You would like to personally thank every loud-mouthed, ESPN commentator out there for saving you from Jungkook’s dangerous seduction skills. warnings smut in the forms of brief femdom, handcuffs, nipple clamps, blindfolding, flogging/use of a riding crop, soft dom kook, cunnilingus, spitting, unprotected but passionate, degradation, as always it starts horny n then turns into I love u kink misc kook has a swollen ankle so idk how he did all this, jk abuses the fuck outta pet names part 7, revenge gone wrong tbh, this was honestly a beginner’s intro to vanilla bdsm word count 12.7k posted september 14, 2020

—YOUTUBE & USE LUBE.

summary You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube. warnings smut in the forms of nipple play, handjobs, spit kink, face riding, unprotected, flavored warming lube, riding, praise kink, soft femdom, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, tit sucking, tit fucking, more jk has an impreg kink, oh and this is all subby kook misc domesticity baby!! fluff, soft scenes /.\, jk is sick:((, doyeon is A Doctor, yn sees an opportunity and she grabs it, surprise ending <3 word count 8.7k posted september 30, 2020

—VIKI & HICKEYS.

summary Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. warnings a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries, jk is a good boy n I want him to be happy misc there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide word count 16.3k posted january 14, 2021

—PEACOCK & SWEET TALK.

summary “I wanna watch Solange in Bring It On,” Jungkook smiles, and you have to wonder who exactly this blond man is and what he did with your teen-movie-hating boyfriend. warnings smut in the forms of kissing, cunnilingus (eating out + fingering), light praise, a lil body worship, jk fat cawk, brief nipple play, playful jk, unprotected sex, riding and missionary, the jk hand kink, I love you kink, jk wants nudes, jk’s cheerleader fantasies mentioned, spit kink, light choking, jk has like a scent kink (?), mention of collars and pet play misc app developer jk becomes even MORE app developer-y, oc is anti-google, there's plot, a 2 year anniversary, Solange knowles appreciation, BLOND JK!!!, gets sappy for a sec, seahorse marriage mention, doyeon x joon side pairing, jk is disgustingly dreamy and oc is threatened by that fact word count 10.7k posted march 23, 2021

— CRUNCHYROLL & RAIL.

summary Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. warnings smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… misc fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality word count 8.7k posted may 21, 2021

—FUNIMATION & PROCREATION.

summary Never mind your upcoming wedding, this was perhaps the greatest moment of your life— the day Jungkook sought out an anime on his own. warnings kissing, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, cum eating, mentions of anal, doggy style, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, spitting, hand holding<3 misc the wedding night, Doyeon strikes again, jjk watches jjk, oh no not twins word count 9.1k posted july 31, 2021

—BOOMERANG AND BANG.

coming soon

—COOKIES & CREAM.

summary Jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy Christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (And maybe having his dick sucked.) warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, face fucking, cum facials, fingering, overstim, double orgasm, r*mantic sex, riding, unprotected, cream pies, jk does this weird thing where he licks her face yeah idk, jk loves seeing his gf cry, jk has an obsession with jizz misc jk pov !!, eggnog slander, jk hates xmas movies, oc dresses like a sexy mrs claus, Elf !!, jk is in loooove word count 7.1k posted december 23, 2020

— TUTUS & TIARAS.

summary your first pregnancy through the lens of your husband warnings smut in the forms of penetrative sex, sex while pregnant, unprotected sex, tit play, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, sticking the tip in and jacking off/cockwarming?, creampies, nose kink (? like she grinds against his nose), infatuation with scent, frottage/grinding, lactation kink, titluvr jk [bass boosted] misc married ncouple <3, domesticity, jk pov, mood swings, pregnancy, GIRLDAD!JK, DILF!JK, pregnant!reader, jk’s kids are virgos its true word count 10k posted august 23, 2021

— one.

summary Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same. word count 1.3k posted September 10, 2020

—two.

summary Even after all these years, all these doubts, and all this solitude that was really no one’s fault but his own, he still finds himself hoping that maybe you’ll be the one. word count 1k posted september 11, 2020

—three.

summary But Jungkook loves the sun. word count 1.5k posted september 12th, 2020

—four.

summary For the last ten minutes or so his mind has been bothered by one thing and one thing only— the hair that hung in his face. word count 800 words posted september 22, 2020

—five.

summary Startled and inexperienced, he can’t do anything but rub his hands over your back. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he murmurs, even though it’s not. word count 1.3k posted september 22, 2020

—six.

SUMMARY Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out. WC 1.8k POSTED september 25, 2020

—seven.

summary And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan. word count 2k posted october 30, 2020

—eight.

summary You always do this— always ask for more. You take and you take until there’s nothing left for Jungkook to give. But Jungkook is the same. word count 1.9k posted december 28, 2020

—nine.

summary “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” word count 2.2k posted january 8 2021

—ten.

summary See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do. word count 1.4k posted february 14, 2021

—eleven.

summary You’re too bright, too… there. His shell is too small. word count 1.2k posted may 3, 2021

—twelve.

summary Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee. word count 1.4k posted may 8th, 2021

—thirteen.

summary Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today. word count 1k posted june 13, 2021

—fourteen.

summary Jungkook needs you to know that you can always count on him. word count 1.3k posted july 6, 2021

—fifteen.

summary It’s Jungkook’s teenage fantasy— being pushed down by a cheerleader. word count 3.1k posted august 9, 2021

— sixteen.

summary Your skin is warm and smells like sunshine. Jungkook can’t really explain it. (And also like the sunscreen you had doused him in earlier, but that isn’t as romantic.) word count 1.9K posted august 11, 2021

—seventeen.

summary She looks his way and suddenly Jungkook is nineteen again, in his dorm, listening to the first person he ever thought he loved telling him he’s too much to handle. word count 1.6k posted august 18, 2021

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cockslutpadalecki · 4 years

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All The Good Girls Go To Hell (14)

Summary: When Sam marries into Y/N’s family he naively believes she’s a little princess incapable of putting a step wrong. But once he comes face to face with evidence that proves she’s far from angelic which also implicates his own brother in her misdeeds, Sam finds himself battling against his own moral judgement.

Characters: Step Dad!Sam x Step Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Dean x Niece!Reader.

Words: 2330.

Warnings: stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, step uncle/step niece relationship, oral sex (male and female receiving), sexting, rough sex, major degradation, dirty talk, female masturbation, daddy kink, size kink, cheesy double entendres, Dean's filthy whore mouth, consensual amateur pornography, thigh riding, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, threesomes, face/throat fucking, overstimulation, dom/sub themes, Sammy being an absolute deviant, cream pies, sloppy seconds, cum eating, spit-roasting. Assume all tags will apply to every chapter and warnings may differ/alter as story progresses.

A/N: When I 'ended' this back in October, I didn't realise how burnt out I was with the story, trying to put so much pressure on myself to try and outdo every chapter. But now I've come back to it and worked on the ideas I had when I was initially going to continue it, I'm so happy to be back with it and I hope you guys are too! Beta: @deanwanddamons but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists can be found in my pinned post. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

Chapters fifteen and sixteen already available on Patreon.

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A sharp chime followed by a dull buzz against Sam’s thigh pulls him from his trail of thought. As he blinks, again re-focusing on the room around him, he can’t even remember what he was thinking, except that it wasn’t anything to do with the TV show playing out in front of him. He slowly sits forward, sliding his cell from his pocket as his heart pounds inside his chest, childishly hoping to see Y/N’s name on the screen and her now usual text, composed of nothing but a solitary X.

To begin with, the messages were unexpected, first appearing a little after eleven one night while he was working late, the sweet candour of it filling Sam’s chest with a flutter of joy. She hadn’t sent another for a couple of weeks after that, but over time they became more and more regular, and he found himself waiting longingly for the little bell sound to ring out, alerting him that she’d text.

He never expected or demanded anything from her, but whenever she’d get caught up with friends, or lost track of time studying, meaning she forgot to send her cute little X, melancholy always managed to swallow him up.

There was a time right after that first night at Dean’s when he and his brother were her whole world— she would make the most of any opportunity to be with them, to kiss, to touch, to fuck, but since she had left for college, and had created a new life away from the both of them, the less and less she checked in.

Sam glances down at the screen, heart dropping as he finds Dean’s name staring back at him. He debates ignoring the text, slipping his cell back into his pocket, when Audrey’s voice startles him.

“Work?”

“No, err, just Dean.” Sam clears his throat. “Woman trouble.”

He catches sight of the minute eye roll coming from his wife as she shifts into a different position on the sofa, pulling a cushion under her arms to cuddle into instead since Sam had moved.

“When isn’t it?” she chuckles to herself as Sam stands up, shuffling quietly into the kitchen.

After making sure that Audrey hasn’t silently followed him in to grab another bowl of popcorn, he finally opens the message to find it’s only three words long.

> She’s in trouble.

Sam’s eyes narrow in scepticism at the message. If she was in trouble, he’s pretty certain he’d know about it already because regardless of their complicated— inappropriate— relationship, he finds she still relies on him for fatherly duties, and he is more than happy to allow her that, secretly hooked on her dependency.

< What do you mean, trouble? He types back.

Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then reappear.

Jesus Dean, I don’t need an essay, Sam rebukes his brother internally, and eventually a small sentence pops up.

> Check Facebook.

Huh?

Sam closes the message, his thumb moving to hover over the blue and white icon. He palms the cell into his left hand, retracting the thumb of his right into his fist and curls his fingers around it, giving them all a little stretch before taking the cell back. He finally presses down on the singular F and impatiently waits as it loads on the screen .

It’s the first post that crops up on his feed, and he can feel his stomach dropping like a lead weight. Y/N’s been tagged in a group photo, and Sam finds her immediately, despite the fact she’s in full Halloween fancy dress as, what he assumes is, a dead slutty nurse.

She stands surrounded by a throng of overly tanned but zombified jocks with one of the poorly-costumed boys standing behind her with his hands cupping her breasts. She’s laughing like it’s no big deal and Sam can almost hear the sweetness of it ringing in his ears. She doesn’t care that the boy is groping her, doesn’t care that it’s been posted online for everyone to see.

And as he stares down at her, the quiet admission that he could probably pick her out of a crowd a hundred people deep, her eyes calling to him like a siren song, somehow makes him even more incensed.

Heat rises from the tips of Sam’s toes, up through his legs, into his stomach, and spreads over his chest like wildfire. It fans out across his neck, like he’s been submerged into a steaming bath, and he begins pacing the kitchen in a futile attempt to cool himself down.

He argues silently with himself for a few minutes— a constant back and forth, wondering if it would be too much to turn up at her dorm tomorrow, demanding answers. It wouldn’t be a matter of trying to convince Audrey of anything— a simple client/lawyer issue that would take the weekend to rectify, however something other than a lack of guilt tugs at his subconscious.

Deep down he knows he really has no authority over Y/N despite their arrangement, but he can’t help but be incensed at the sight in front of him, nothing but pure ire fuelling his fingers to type out his message to his brother.

< Pack a bag. We’re going to Oklahoma.

The painful trill of your alarm feels like it’s piercing your skull as you roll within your tangled sheets to reach over, finally managing to shut it off with a groan. Your head is throbbing against your pillow as you check the time, horrified you’ve slept right through your day’s lectures. Shifting onto your back, the ear-splitting pound seems to get louder with every movement until you realise the dull thump thump you thought was coming from inside you is, in fact, coming from the entry to your dorm.

Getting out of bed causes you tremendous pain, but you manage it anyway, practically dragging yourself to the door on all fours. You pull it towards you, ready to tell your afternoon caller to leave you to die, but the sight of your step-uncle standing in the doorway is enough to make you sober up immediately.

“Dean?” If standing still in complete silence hurts, then speaking all but damn near paralyses you.

Why on Earth am I shouting?

“What are you doing here?” You manage to croak despite your dry mouth. Have you slept for an entire week? Because as far as you can recall through your migraine, he’s not meant to be here until at least next Tuesday.

“We need to have a little talk about that frat party you went to last night.”

Ugh, the party.

All that alcohol on an empty stomach, and little to no sleep for the past three days was so not a good combination. You just want to crawl back into bed and sleep this hangover off, but with Dean on your proverbial doorstep, and Sam lurking god knows where, you now know that’s extremely unlikely. Squeezing your eyes shut, you delicately pinch the bridge of your nose.

“You couldn’t have just called for this lecture?” Your eyelids slowly winch back open in protest, catching him shake his head, so with a heavy sigh you add, “nothing happened, Dean.”

The older man’s not buying it. He stares down at you with a scrutinous stare— one that he’s clearly learnt from Sam, and crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the door frame. Despite how ill you feel, your pussy has other ideas, deciding to throb at the way the green eyed man is looking at you.

How dare he turn up here looking so goddamn attractive?

“I mean, the guy grabbing your tits on Facebook says otherwise.”

You scoff, giving your shoulders a light shrug. “He’s nobody. Just some dumb jock who ran up behind me at the last minute.”

“Sure he did, baby girl,” he jeers.

You pout like a brat, your voice high-pitched and whiny. “It’s true, Dean!”

He laughs, stepping towards you. “Almost forgot how cute you are when you have a tantrum.”

Bringing a hand up to cup your face, his teeth pull at his lower lip as his thumb teases yours. Stomach flipping, your nausea is rapidly absorbed by familiar heat as you catch the hint of lust in Dean’s eye.

“M— my roommate is gonna be back any minute.”

“It’s 2 in the afternoon. She’s probably in a lecture, just like you should be, Princess.” He slides his hand around to the nape of your neck, and pulls you closer, breath hot on your cheek as his mouth grazes yours.

“Does Daddy know you’re here?”

“He’s the one who sent me,” he says before edging back, and you find yourself groaning inwardly. “Now, c’mon get your shit together. Daddy wants a word.”

The short drive to the hotel is uncomfortable. You can’t talk freely, worried in case the cab driver overhears something he shouldn’t, so you slump down into the seat, cuddling your coat tight to keep the warmth of your body heat in. Dean keeps his eye on the view whizzing past his window, occasionally glancing over at you, almost like he’s making sure you haven’t magically disappeared from the seat beside him.

You managed to swallow down two Advil before you left, but the powdery taste still clings to the roof of your dry mouth even as you shakily sip on a bottle of water you sneaked from your roommates’ side of the refrigerator. Your headache still lingers slightly as the cab pulls up outside the hotel, and a seed of apprehension settles low in your belly, ready to bloom into full blown fear the second you lay your eyes on Sam.

Dean swipes the key card through the lock waiting for the green light to flash before you push open the door, expecting the reprimanding of a lifetime. Sam made it clear when this began that only he and Dean could have you, which you were more than happy with. You didn’t want anyone else, but you couldn’t keep yourself cooped up in your dorm all the time. You just wanted to let your hair down and party with kids your own age for once. But your naivety led you astray, because of course they would find out about the boy in the photo.

Your uncle follows you inside, carrying the small overnight bag he told you to pack with a few essentials. You knew then that this wasn’t going to be a brief visit by any means, not that you expected any less from either of them anyway even when you weren’t in trouble. They never just “popped” to the neighbouring state on a whim. It was always meticulously planned to the minute— every second accounted for and each of those minutes were spent naked or tangled up in wrinkled bed sheets.

You hear Dean dump the bag onto the floor behind you as you glance around the room, eyes finally landing on Sam who is sitting back against the headboard of the luxurious queen sized bed, one long leg crossed over the other.

Light stubble peppers his jaw, and as if on instinct, your thighs clench to the thought of his beard leaving rawness in its wake while his lips follow, soothing the tender skin with feather light kisses.

His eyes slowly travel up your body, pausing to marvel at the way your yoga pants hug your hips and his tongue pokes out, giving his lips a small lick. “Hello Y/N.”

“Hi Daddy,” you squeak in response.

“Nice of you to join us.”

“Well,” you say, “didn’t exactly have a choice.”

Sam chuckles softly. “You always have a choice, Princess.”

You’re distracted by the minute nod the younger Winchester gives to his older brother, who suddenly turns and strides from the room.

“Where’s he going?”

“Don’t worry about Dean, he’ll be back soon.”

Five uneasy minutes pass as Sam questions you about college— questions he more than likely already knows the answer to, but you know it’s just to divert you from bringing up the reason you’re really here, and it’s not to talk about the study group you formed with your roommate Lesley and her best friend, Kit.

He’s just asked what your intended Thanksgiving plans are— whether you’ll be home to celebrate it with him, your mom and Bobby as the door swings open and Dean re-enters, hand in hand with a brunette dressed in a tight black number. She flashes you a gorgeous, red-lipped grin as he pulls her past you, and when they come to a stop on the other side of the bed, you take a moment to examine every inch of her closely— from her expensive Louboutins to the figure-hugging dress clinging to all the right places, you imagine she’s just stepped out of one of Dean’s deepest fantasies, and the thought turns your stomach. They’ve never brought another woman into the mix before, and it suddenly makes you feel inadequate.

“Who’s this?” you question, eyes narrowing at your uncle and the unknown female, who you assume must be a hooker.

“Ah, she’s nobody.” Dean mimics your earlier words, moving to stand behind her.

He begins sliding his hands up her waist, pausing to cup her breasts in each hand, and she lets out small breathy gasps as he pinches her hardening nipples through her dress. It’s about now that you wish you had never agreed to this arrangement— it was never clarified he couldn’t sleep with other women while you were away, and it was obvious Sam would still have to fuck your mom to keep up the facade, you knew that. The thought was always at the back of your mind, but you never gave it the attention it screamed out for, yet here it is in vivid technicolor, with his lithe hands currently sliding her thong down her stocking-ed legs.

“Strip,” Sam commands from the bed.

“What—”

“You know how I feel about asking you twice.”

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f-ferrari-forever · 2 years

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our dreams, the fairy’s tale

Pairings: Lestappen and building up to Norlestappen

Status: Ch 1/3

Summary:

“Two years in a row, eh?” His boss says, and Max tries to smile, he really does. But it’s hard to smile when you’re the only one who knows there’s something missing—that you aren’t really whole.

Most of the time, Max pretends.

Not in Monaco, though. Never in Monaco.

The blacksmith makes to congratulate Christian. Max recoils. To their right, red-clad mechanics are finishing up for the day. One side of the Ferrari garage is constantly deserted.

It shouldn’t be.

The Once Upon a Time Norlestappen AU I've been meaning to write since the 2022 season started.

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jawritter · 5 years

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It Was Fifteen Years Ago Today...

A/N: This is a drabble that was cross-posted on Wattpad! All mistakes are mine! As usual, feedback is appreciated!! Going to post some new one-shots soon!! Just moving my faves over to Tumblr for you guys! If you want to be added to my tag list let me know!! Hope you all enjoy it!!

Warnings: None really, crying!dean, memories of character death, comfort/hurt fic.

Pairing: Dean x Reader.

Word Count: 1741

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Dean’s POV:

Dean awoke from yet another nightmare with a shout. Even though it happened almost 15 years ago. Even though so much has happened and so much has changed for the Winchesters. Even after all they’ve learned, and all they know now. The night the yellow-eyed demon possessed his father and held him to that nasty cabin wall literally ripping him apart from the inside out haunted him.

The overwhelming pain. The feeling and the sound of his flesh ripping away from his body. The iron taste of blood that made him want to vomit. The little soldier inside him that said, “take it like a man, don’t show fear,” slammed straight up against the scared little boy in him that wanted to beg his daddy to please stop hurting. That wanted to cry for someone's comfort; anything that would make the pain go away. Those memories haunted him.

He laid there on his pillow, tears streaming down his face, trying to slow his racing heart and catch his breath the best that he could. He hoped that Sammy hadn’t heard him. He couldn’t let any weakness show in front of Sammy. He couldn’t let him know about the demons that still haunt him.

Nightmares were just a part of the job, but on nights like tonight it seemed like it was a little unfair; and the bed always seemed colder than it usually did.

He didn’t like to feel weak. He didn’t like to feel alone. Even though those are the things that he’d come accustomed to feeling all of his life, weak and alone. Stumbling through this world of monsters, just most of the time fighting to keep his brother and himself alive. Somehow, sometimes even failing at that.

The distant sound of a door shutting just across the hall from him told him he wasn’t the only one awake. Y/N was awake too. The thought of her got his heart pounding in a whole new way. He’d always had feelings for her. Ever since they took her in after her family was murdered by a demon in Salt Lake City.

Dean just couldn’t leave her there alone. She had no family. Her parents were gone and he knew all too well what it was like to be alone.

Not that she didn’t carry her own weight. She did that and then some. More often than not, she was the one who would patch him up when he’d come in beat up and bruised. She made sure he and Sam had a damn home-cooked meal every now and again. She just put a more homey touch to the place that they never had before. It was a comfort to him to have her here even if she was a good bit younger than him.

It was no secret to Dean, even though she’d never said it out loud, how she felt about him. He saw her, watching him, but never getting close enough to give herself away. Still, he was a hunter and it was his job to be perceptive. He saw things that most people wouldn’t pay attention too. It’s how he stayed alive this long, and when he did die it’s how he survived hell.

Tonight even the thoughts of Y/N swirling around in his mind couldn’t stop his body from shaking and tears from rolling down his face. It was 15 years ago today that his dad died. That wasn’t a nightmare he could wake up from. That was a reality.

He had spent his whole life trying to be strong, and he was tired of covering up the fact that he was struggling.

Your POV:

You lay awake, like you did most nights, listening to the sounds that usually filled the bunker on cold nights. The little sounds that used to freak you out that you’d now come accustomed too.

With all the warding, and the Winchester brothers sleeping just rooms away from you, you quickly learned there was nothing to fear. Dean was right across the hall from you for Chuck’s sakes. Nothing in its right mind, living or dead, would come in here and you knew that.

Still, on nights like this, when you find it hard to sleep, memories of the past seemed to haunt you, making it hard for your mind to relax and go to sleep.

That’s when you heard him. Muffled yelling coming from Dean’s room across the hallway. Another nightmare.

You’d been in love with Dean since the night that he carried you out of the house that was once your home after your family was murder; and you would have been to if it wasn’t for Dean.

It was hard not to go in there and check on him when you heard him having a nightmare, and here lately it seemed to be happening more and more; especially over the last week.

Dean didn’t like to feel like you or anyone else was looking at him like he was weak, so you would just get out of bed as quietly as possible and sit with your back against his door until you heard him stop crying and you were sure that he’d gone back to sleep.

Which is just what you did tonight. Leaning your back up against the cold wood door of Dean’s bedroom it took everything in you not to come burst that door and wrap your arms around him; give him the love and comfort that he craved, even if he was too stubborn to admit it.

After about 15 minutes Dean seemed to have calmed down and you got up and made your way back to your bed. Pulling the covers around yourself, you look at the phone and see that it’s just past two in the morning. You knew you needed to sleep, but your brain seemed to think otherwise.

You decided you’d bake Dean one of his favorite pies in the morning to help him feel a little better.

Lying there alone in the dark, cold room you were just about to doze off when you heard the door to your room open ever so slightly. Turning, you see Dean sneaking into your room and closing the door behind him like a little kid trying to make sure he wasn’t caught sneaking into your room. To his surprise, you were staring at him when he turned around to you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he confessed, looking down at his feet and not moving away from the door in order to make a quick exit in case this didn’t go how he wanted it too.

“S'ok Dean, I was up,” you assure him, sitting up a little and pulling the cover back, giving him an open invitation to join you.

Slowly, he started to make his way toward you, crawling into bed with you like a little child that had woken up from a nightmare and was looking for his mother. It concerned you. You’d never seen Dean look this weak, this venerable.

When he finally made his way into the bed you threw the covers over you both. You lay there facing him, but he didn’t say a word, he just reached for you, wanting to be close to someone. That was a feeling you understood all too well.

That lonely feeling, cold feeling. Like no one in the world cares or understands what you are going through. You’d also be a liar if you didn’t want to pinch yourself to see if you were really dreaming or not.

All those nights you dreamt of Dean wanting to be close to you this way. Now here he was, leaning in for you to lay wrapped in his arms, and him in yours, pulling you as close to him as possible.

His tight black shirt he wore along with his black boxers the only thing that separated the two of you, apart from your muscle shirt and boy shorts.

You don’t know how long the two of you lay there, just holding onto each other. You played with his hair, quietly humming Hey Jude. Every once in a while you would feel a tear slip down his face, and land on your shoulder.

You never called him out on it, you just laid there and tried to give him the comfort he needed, hoping it would be enough. Your heart ached for him. You loved this man, more than you were willing to admit, and seeing him like this only made you fall harder for him. The fact that he was willing to trust you enough to let this side of him show meant the world to you, even if he never said a word.

“Today marks 15 years dad’s been gone,” he finally said, in a voice so low and gruff that you barely heard him. Instinctively you pulled him in closer to you, nuzzling into him as close as you possibly could.

“I’m so sorry Dean,” you tell him, still playing with his soft short hair.

You wished there was some way you could comfort him, some way you could take all this pain away from him. It had been rooted so deep for so long that you didn’t see a way to make it any better quickly. So you just laid there together. Holding onto each other like if one of you let go of the other they’d disappear. Like a dream or a nightmare really, leaving you both alone again.

You were two broken people just trying their best to survive in this sick, cold world that most people would never even know existed.

You wanted to tell him you loved him, but not tonight. You wanted to tell him you needed him, but not tonight. You wanted to kiss him until he forgot about all of the pain for a little while, but not tonight.

Tonight he just needed your touch, so that’s what you’d give him. In the morning when you wake up Dean will probably be long gone either on another case or just avoiding you because he showed some little sign of weakness.

Right now though, the warm feeling of his body pressed to yours and his strong arms wrapped around you would be enough. Tonight he made a big step and came to you when he needed help. So even if tomorrow he’s gone, you have tonight, and that will do for now.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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Do you know any fics that contain highly emotional love making scenes? (where they're really overwhelmed or one of them cries?). Preferably bottomlock? Thank you!(:

Hi Nonny!

OHHHH this is an old one; I started a list WAY back when you sent me this ask, and then I just… kept adding to it. So, I decided because I needed a new fic list, I’m going to finally post it… I’m so sorry that all of these are a mix between top-, switch-, and bottomlock

EMOTIONAL LOVE MAKING

Under The Covers by berlynn_wohl (E, 1,221 w. || Est. Rel., Shy Sherlock, Anal, Fluff) – John would have liked to have the lights on and seen everything, but Sherlock was shy, so they did it this way, always.

Husband by jinglebell (E, 2,003 w. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff) – Sherlock orgasms when John refers to him as ‘husband’.

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Pillow Talk by 221b_hound (E, 2,925 w. || Post-HLV, Est. Rel., Preening Sherlock, Limpet Sherlock, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sex on Furniture, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Fluff, Soft Sherlock) – John gets home late from work and Sherlock is nowhere to be seen. John walks through the flat, distracted by memories of all the excellent sex they’ve been having, and finally finds Sherlock asleep in the upstairs room - apparently having fallen asleep mid-wank while inhaling the scent of John’s pillow. Well, you should always finish what you start, John thinks… Part 3 of Lock and Key

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Untouched by KittieHill (E, 3,239 w. || Kissing, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, Body Worship, Sherlock’s Scars Mentioned, Masturbation, PWP, Rimming) – Sherlock leaked a lot. John had never needed lubricant. John loved watching it, had once spent an entire afternoon edging Sherlock so he could watch as the thick precome drip, drip, dripped onto Sherlock’s belly.

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

In Nomine by Atiki (E, 3,517 w. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Domesticity, Love Confessions, Sherlock Loves John, Overwhelmed Sherlock) – “Alright?” John asks gently, planting a kiss on Sherlock’s left collar bone, smoothing a hand down his chest and belly until it rests in the soft trail of hair below his belly button. John’s smile is all soft and warm. His hand feels tender and solid and real. A soldier’s hand. A surgeon’s hand. A lover’s hand. Oh. “John”, Sherlock gasps. And that’s where it begins. Written for a prompt on the Kink Meme: The only word Sherlock says during sex is “John”.

Stay by msdisdain (M, 3,561 w. || First Kiss / Time, Angst / H/C, Bed Sharing, Nightmares, Blow Jobs, Anal) – John’s nightmares are nothing new. Sherlock’s inability to ignore them, however, is.

Morning Sunlight by slashscribe (E, 3,565 w || PWP, Morning Sex, Fluff, PWP) – A thin band of soft morning light peeks between the curtains and stretches across John’s torso, laying dormant across his forearm, dipping into the space between his arm and his chest, illuminating his right nipple but just brushing the edge of his left, disappearing into his armpit, and reappearing again right over Sherlock’s eyes where his head rests, nestled against John’s shoulder. Sherlock is not annoyed by the light’s intrusion on his sleep, not when it rests so soft and tantalizing on John’s skin, a work of unintentionally erotic art. A PWP with so much emotion.

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to–how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?–Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3,772 w. || Est. Rel., Vulnerable Sherlock, Wedding Anniversary, Anal, Texting, Lingerie) – John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.

Love and Hair Dye by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,920 w. || Est. Rel., Body Worship, Self Conscious John, Voyeurism, Idiots in Love, Smutty Smut) – Self conscious John decides to cover the greys on his head, and the colour isn’t what he thought it would be. Now he’s more self-conscious than ever.

Someone Else’s Heart by thisprettywren (E, 4,188 w. || First Time, H/C, POV Sherlock, Caretaking John, Pining Idiots) – A crime scene, a rainstorm, and something they both should have known all along.

Private Rituals by justacookieofacumberbatch (buffyholic) (E, 4,377 w. || Mastrubation, Anal, Light BDSM, Military Kink) – Sherlock has a very specific masturbation ritual, but what would John think of it?

a violent flash of purple by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 4,749 w. || Sex Toys, Friends to Lovers, PWP, Love Confessions, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock accidentally drops his towel, he ends up revealing a whole lot more than he’d intended.

One Day Like This by nondeducible (E, 4,872 w. || First Time, Bed-Sharing, Romance, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock emerged from the bathroom, the sight before him nearly took his breath away. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. John’s skin shone like gold, his hair like the purest silver. He was on his side, facing the empty part of the bed, his outstretched hands ready to embrace whoever climbed in next to him. Sherlock could imagine, just for a second, that this was their shared bed and he was coming back to settle into John’s arms.

See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981 w. || Oral / Anal Sex, Food, PWP, Fingerfucking) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure. So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

Sleeping next to you by Salambo06 (E, 5,018 w. || ASiB Fic, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal, First Kiss/Time) – 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

Every Little Thing by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 5,066 w. || First Time / Kiss, Fluff, Frottage, Come as Lube, Embarassed Sherlock, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock walks in on John making tea wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer-briefs things get a little heated…physically and emotionally.

all things warm and tender by darcylindbergh (E, 5,177 w. || PWP, Romantic Fluff, Rimming/Anal/BJ’s, Body Worship) – Grinning and giggling, John slides back down under the sheet and pulls it over his head. He finds Sherlock waiting for him, eyes bright and hair wild, the firelight bleeding through the thin fabric, colouring everything in soft peach and topaz, and in that moment he is so suddenly, unexpectedly, ethereally beautiful that John forgets how to breathe.

Strings by EstherShapiro (E, 5,267 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Massage, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Anal, PWP) – Sherlock wakes his doctor up. Was this weird? John was sitting on his bed, late at night, rubbing his hands over another man’s body? That was supposed to be weird, right? Then again, this wasn’t just some man, it was Sherlock. They were so used to each other that John didn’t even think to question it. It wasn’t weird.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Midnight Plowboy by weeesi (E, 5,399 w. || Est. Rel., Fake Vintage Gay Erotica, Anal, PWP, Roleplay) – “Does it feel like I’m sure?” John whispers into Sherlock’s ear. Sherlock swallows again.

Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6,090 w. || First Time, Clueless Sherlock, Texting) – Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.

All the Flavours, Cherry and More by cwb (E, 6,274 w. || Est. Rel., Lip Gloss, Lingerie, Birthday Presents, Insecure Sherlock) – Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn’t disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

Beg for Mercy (Twice) by Solitary_Endeavor (E, 7,060 w. || Est. Rel., Bottomlock, Bearded John, Edging, Rough Sex, Idiots in Love, Canon Compliant) – Sherlock hasn’t left the flat in four days, the itch of impatience beneath his skin too great to allow him to suffer interaction with any human being who isn’t John. This is probably a mercy that goes both ways, as he’s driving even himself mad. Sherlock supposes there is a lesson to be learned here about having himself to blame, but of course he blames Mycroft.

Of Razors, Pipes, Red Notebooks and Rugby Jerseys, Or: Sherlock Doesn’t Like His Doctors Clean Shaven by allonsys_girl (E, 7,313 w. || Est. Rel., PWP / Porn With Feelings, John’s Beard / Beard Kink, Roleplay, Love Declarations, Banter, Rimming, Anal, Domestic Fluff / Bliss, Idiots in Love, Emotional Lovemaking, Pet Names, Obsessive Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock) – John grows a beard. Sherlock really likes it. Part 1 of Consulting Husbands

Coda by SilentAuror (E, 7,448 w. || PWP, POV John, Porn with Feels, Switch, Fluff) – Coda to A Satisfactory Arrangement. “This is all I want to do for the rest of my life,” Sherlock tells him. “Screw the work. Let’s just stay in bed forever.” Part 2 of A Satisfactory Arrangement

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you’re coiled like a spring and ready to be … sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don’t mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E, 7,692 w. || Fake Relationship, Victor Trevor, Jealous John, Miscommunications, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Anal, BJs) – They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

The Very Unlikely Existence of a Flightless Bird in a Tuxedo by cwb (E, 8,829 w. || 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.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he’s moved back. He’s on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust.It’s unopened. John’s face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

The Painted Man by jinglebell (E, 9,894 w. || Tattoos, Scent / Tattoo Kink, Rough & Tender Sex, Fluff and Smut, Obsessive / Jealous Sherlock, Touch Starvation) – Here stood John Watson – middle name, Hamish, ex-RAMC captain and field medic, favourite brand of jam: Duerr’s, preferred toothpaste: Mentadent. Loyal, steadfast, interesting John had just done the most unpredictable thing merely by being.John’s body was covered, neck-to-waistband, shoulder-to-elbow, in tattoos.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

The Thin Line by Odamaki (M, 10,809 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Confessions, First Times, Anal) – John swallows. Keeps his eyes on Sherlock. Begs him not to ruin him.Sherlock leans forward over the witness box ever-so slightly, “I was distracted,” he informs the court, “by my partner, John Watson.”

Praise Me by testosterone_tea (E, 11,813 w. || Sherlock POV, Bottomlock, Dev. Rel., Virgin Sherlock, First Kiss / TimeBJ’s, Anal, Praise Kink) – In which Sherlock has an interesting physical reaction to compliments and John discovers it.

the first day of forever by darcylindbergh (E, 11,850 w. || Est. Relationship, Domestics, Light Angst, Insecurity, Emotional H/C) – “I’m going to marry you,” John murmurs with against Sherlock’s smile, and they both giggle in the joy of it. “We’re getting married.”“Yes,” Sherlock says, just to hear himself say it out loud. “We are.” A June wedding. Part 4 of things fairy tales are made of

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w. | Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w. | Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just…he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows.It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

I Need You To See Me by Mssmithlove (E, 12,625 w. || Angst, Amnesia, Soldier!John) – After going back to war, John is yet again invalided home, this time with a broken ankle and a chunk of his memory missing, unable to recall the last five years he’s spent being Sherlock Holmes’ partner and husband. Part 9 of Happiness Awaits

And if you say the word, I could stay with you by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,842 w. || Domestic Fluff, BottomJohn / Topping from the Bottom, Fluff and Romance, Dirty Talk, Proposals) – What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content. What he says is simply, "Marry me.”

Back to the Start by slashscribe (M, 14,088 w. || Sherlock’s Violin, Pining Idiots, Fluff, Domestics) – Sherlock hasn’t played the violin since John’s wedding (which is long since over), and when John returns to 221B, Sherlock relearns the violin as he and John relearn each other. Post S3 fic with an obscene amount of pining, idiocy, and attempts to pawn off tea duties.

Your Eyes in Darkness Glowing by tamed_untranslatable (E, 14,686 w. || Est. Rel., Case Fic, Hotel Sex, Bottomlock, Anal, BJ’s, Porn With Feelings, Homophobia) – Sherlock gets roped into a case in Moscow on his brother’s insistence, but finds that he can’t do it without John.

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w. || 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!)

In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl (E, 15,590 w. || Victorian AU, Virgin / Demi Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Mild H/C) – Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica [[FAVE!!! MUST READ!!]]

Best of Three by SilentAuror (E, 17,473 w. || POV John, 3G Moment, Porn with Feels, Post HLV, Rimming, Denial, Anal) – “You want to have sex with me,” Sherlock announces one evening about a year after John’s divorce. John’s vigorous denial sparks a three-day wager wherein Sherlock is determined to prove his point, and John is determined to hold onto his heterosexuality. Set well after HLV. (Canon-compliant). PORN. With feels.

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavors) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him.“You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w. || 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…

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.

At the Heart of it All by SilentAuror (E, 19,812 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Post S3, POV John, Domestics, First Time, Kissing, Romance) – John has been back at Baker Street for four months now and thinks it’s about time they had the Talk to see whether or not they could be more than friends. Sherlock has a lot of uncertainty about this concept for multiple reasons. Unabashed romance.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty’s plans? John’s supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn’t understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John’s request.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they’ve made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear for coloredink (E, 26,073 w. || Angst, Drama, Amnesia) – Sherlock would be the last person to describe himself as given to flights of fancy, but at the look on Lestrade’s face he could swear that something inside him curls up and dies. Part 1 of Among the Secret Things

Don’t Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422 w. || Epistolary, Falling in Love, Misunderstandings, Alternate First Meeting) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock’s hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you’re in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you’re the one who lied? How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

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

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w. || Alternating POV, MollyxJohn [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon…or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn’t know what Molly’s up to…but he knows he doesn’t like it.

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w. || 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. || 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…

Set in Stone by SilentAuror (E, 39,309 w. || Romance, Wedding, Therapy, Fluff and Angst) – Sherlock and John are back from Ravine Valley and planning their wedding. However, as they move past the trial of the human traffickers, Sherlock can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining that John is becoming a little distant. Surely he isn’t getting cold feet about the wedding… Part 2 of The Ravine Valley series

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w. || Sherlock POV, Aliens, Wordplay, Casefic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

In the Still of the Night by SilentAuror (E, 42,234 w. || S4 Fix It / Post-S4, Sherlock POV, Angst, Drama, Romance, Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Misunderstandings / Miscommunications, Case Fic, Travelling, Pining) – As locals on the Northeastern coast begin to report UFO sightings, life at Baker Street becomes significantly awkward as John brings up his desire for more than friendship and Sherlock refuses him. They embark on the investigation from the confines of the tiny cottage Mycroft has rented for them, attempting to navigate both the clues of the case as well as their own inability to communicate…

Bloody But Unbowed by BeautifulFiction (E, 43,211 w. || Abduction, John Whump, Mild Torture, Background Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Post-TRF / S3 Rewrite, Hurt/Comfort) – When a familiar argument threatens to destroy the last remnants of John and Sherlock’s failing friendship, both men are left questioning their worth to one another. Before either of them has the chance to make amends, circumstance intervenes. John is left at the mercy of his abductors, and this time, he’s not sure Sherlock will bother coming to his rescue.

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficletsThey are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w. || Character Injury, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (M, 53,464 w. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Alternate First Meeting, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst, Hardcore Pining) – It’s the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (E, 54,437 w. || Post S3 || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w. || 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 the SpaceBois go to Space series

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w. || 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.

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,883 w. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

The Book of Silence by SilentAuror (E, 60,056 w. || S4 Fix It / Post S4, Virgin Sherlock, Rosie / Parentlock, Domesticity, Fluff, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, First Person POV) – As spring blooms in London, John and Sherlock begin to take new cases and cautiously negotiate this new phase of life with John living at Baker Street again. Despite how well it’s all going, John struggles to forgive himself for the way he treated Sherlock following Mary’s death as well as trying to figure out how to finally put his long-time feelings for Sherlock into words. Part 1 of The Book of Silence/Rosa Felicia

Scars by SilentAuror (E, 60,493 w. || Rape / Non-Con / Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Dub Con Elements, Homophobia, Angst With Happy Ending, Mary is Not Nice) – S3 rewrite, showing Mary’s manipulation of John as he realizes his love for Sherlock. Mary is not having it.

The Moonlight and the Frost by CaitlinFairchild (E, 77,289 w. || Case Fic, Post-HLV, Self Harm, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Oral/Anal/Rimming, Romance, Angst, Mary is Not Nice) – John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary’s betrayal and Sherlock’s deceptions.

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 85,535 w. || Sentinel / Guides AU, Omegaverse, Aventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he’s kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w. || Vampire AU || Bonding, Vampire Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, H/C, John Whump, Magical Realism) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn’t human. His vampirism doesn’t pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school’s Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w. || 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, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / 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.

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, H/C, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

To Light Another’s Path by BeautifulFiction (E, 128,654 w. || Post-TGG, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drug Addiction / Recreational Drug Use, First Time / Kiss, Case Fic) – Teaching John to observe seems to be a losing battle, but when Sherlock falls ill and submits himself to John’s care, will he realise that there is more to life than the science of deduction? Meanwhile, there is a murder to solve, and John must try and convince Sherlock not to sacrifice his own health for the sake of the case.

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,869 w. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, H/C, Dub Con, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – “Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?”

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w. || 70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That’s all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition.

MARKED FOR LATER

Eggs and Toast and Love Confessions by allonsys_girl (E, 10,386 w. || Post S3, Love Declarations, Friendship, Oral / Anal Sex, Fingering, Top John / Bottomlock, Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love) – These two really are such idiots, but they figure it out in the end.

Figuring It Out Together by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (E, 18,329 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Demisexual Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Frottage, Shower Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering / Sex, Fluff, Light Plot) – “So, being emotionally intimate makes you want to be physically intimate?” “Yes.” “Okay. And, uh, how far are you interested in going with that?“ (A story in which there is a first time for everything…)

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #emotional love making #fluff and angst #Anonymous #long post #fic rec sunday

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batnbreakfast · 5 years

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Berena AU Fic Recs

@berenacountdown, Day 1: AU Fic Recs

I had to stop adding to the list, otherwise this might be tagged “the longest post ever on Tumblr”. I’ve read so. many. wonderful. stories. during the last year.

Let’s have a look at some of them:

blood red shiraz will wash through these slate grey streets by @bonnissance

Film Noir AU. Giving us Serena Campbell as a PI and Bernie Wolfe as the genres lady in distress.

Bodyguard by @shirazkindofgirl

Series AU. The BBC one, not the film one. This one hit me right in all of my unresolved Bodyguard & Keeley Hawes feelings.

i dream of love as time runs through my hand by @justine447

Teachers AU. Serena and Bernie as Teachers for English as a foreign language - set at the Holby International English Centre.

My Library is an Archive of Longings by @lapalfruity

Library AU. Bernie Wolfe as a librarian and Serena Campbell as a consultant surgeon who wants to find out a little more about her family.

Running Away (together) by @squishmittenficfan

(Non-tropical) Island AU. Sometimes the most unexpected things can wash up on the shore of remote island - lovely brunette doctors for example. Good thing that the island’s recluse, Bernie Wolfe finds her with the help of her dog, Jason.

she stops my bones from wondering just who I am by @slightlyintimidating

Historical AU? XD No, not really, but Bernie is Jason’s third favourite television historian and might soon become Serena’s favourite one.

The Woman at Table 10 by @sententiousandbellicose

Musician AU. Musician!Bernie meets the woman at table 10.

Three French Hens by @ktlsyrtis

Holidays AU - Serena Campbell und Bernie Wolfe meet as strangers in a remote French cottage.

Trefoils are forever by @fortytworedvines

Guides AU. A whole series of Serena and Bernie as fantastic guide leaders.

War of the Wyvern by GinDiva (I’m unsure about their Tumblr handle, sorry.)

Restaurant AU. Food. Heat. Emotions. Competing chefs Bernie and Serena.

wheat kings and pretty things (let's just see what tomorrow brings) by @magnass

GBBO AU. That’s probably all I have to say about this one. The first Berena fic I’ve read.

Thanks to all of you who have written, are writing and will keep on writing for this fandom even after the final countdown ends.

#I could go on and on and on...#but I have to make a break #berena final countdown #berena #berena fic rec #fic rec

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aliathewriter · 4 years

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Fanfic tag game

fanfic tag game

I was tagged by @disappearinginq Thank you so much!

Questions:

Ao3 Name: Aliawrites

Fandoms: On AO3: Magnum PI, Stargate, Forever, Lewis, Harry Potter

On FFN: Sever Us1 (I no longer have access and haven’t updated in years) : Harry Potter, Stargate, Atlantis

Also FFN: NSSherlock - Lewis, Criminal Minds (it was someone liking my Lewis story and offering me an invite code that got me on to AO3)

I was previously on Livejournal and fandom specific sites that are now defunct for Harry Potter and Sentinel.

Other fandoms I’ve written for that weren’t online: Star Wars (OG - started after Return of the Jedi), LOTR

Number of fics: Too many to count! Currently 25 on AO3

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Either My Dad or Enemy Mine (both Harry Potter)

2. Fic you spent the least time on: Probably one of the Stargate 100 word challenge drabbles

3. Longest Fic: My Dad at 86,173

4. Shortest Fic: I have a few 100 word drabbles like: The more things change (SG1)

5. Most hits: All time is definitely My Dad across the multiple platforms it was once on. So far on AO3 it’s The Morgans (Forever)

6. Most kudos: On AO3 also The Morgans - on other platforms definitely My Dad

7. Most comment threads: On all platforms My Dad, on AO3 Quarantine (Magnum PI)

8. Fave Fic you wrote: At the time, I was most passionate about Enemy Mine. I really enjoyed writing that. More recently I’m enjoying Quarantine.

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I like how new Magnum played with and updated some original series characters and I’ve got a couple I’ve been writing more for myself so far about Frank Peterson (Magnum’s stepfather) and Joey Peterson (Magnum’s half brother who died in Vietnam). Both re-imagined for this show with Frank being Navy as well and Joey (trigger warning) having died by suicide while in the service.

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: See above for one that I’m planning.

Also, there’s what would really happen if the ridiculously stupid ending of the S2 finale actually happens - the first version is title “Arrested” and I posted part of it on my tumblr already, but here’s a little more:

“What did he say? Was he charged with anything? Why are they keeping Higgins? What are the charges against Robin?…” “Whoa,” TC cut him off. “Chill man, he didn’t say anything.” “He didn’t? What did you talk about?” “I told Kumu about my tour this morning, he literally didn’t say a word until we got here…” he broke off with a jump as Thomas opened the car door. “Nothing?!” Rick demanded, not having heard the door open. “What the hell man! Tell me you’re not gonna let him shut us out with this!” Even over the phone now Rick heard TC’s nervous clearing of his throat and Thomas closing the door, if a little too late. “Uhh…” he stuttered. “Thought my ears were burning,” Thomas said with a little smile as he pulled on his seatbelt. “Hey Thomas,” Rick said a little too loudly and with a little too much fake cheer. “Thanks for coming to get us,” Thomas said to TC. “Do you mind dropping me at {hotel where he was covered}? I still have some vouchers from when I helped out Russ.” “What?” Rick called out. “No way! Are you out of your mind?” “What our friend means to say TM is that it’s after lunchtime and I doubt you’ve eaten much today,” TC said, cutting off Rick’s rant. “Now, Rick has a burger and fries and a couple of beers with your name on them. You can eat, catch your breath and catch us up on what’s going on.” “Guys,” Thomas began with a sigh. “Honestly, I…” But TC stopped him. “Ah ah ah,” he said, holding up his hand, palm flat between them. “Food first, then we talk and figure out what to do.” Not waiting for a response, he put the van in gear and pulled out, turning toward the marina and the bar. “Rick, we’ll see you in about 10 minutes,” he added, ending the call. “TC,” Thomas began, putting up his hands in surrender when his friend turned a pre-emptive glare on him. “No, no, you win, I’m not going to argue. “Just, thanks,” he said quietly, leaning his head back against the headrest and closing his eyes briefly. “Thanks for coming to get us. Kumu is just distraught over this whole thing.” “Of course brother,” TC intoned immediately. “But what about you? This has got to be affecting you too. I mean, you’ve known Robin forever. Much longer than Kumu has. Not to diminish what she’s feeling, but…” “No, it’s not that,” Thomas said with a sigh. “This has been building for her. She’s been defending him to the cultural community ever since…” He sighed again, lifting his head and looking out the side window. “He’d made some promises when he bought the place both to the previous owner and the cultural society,” he said. “That it’d stay in local hands, that the cultural heritage would be protected… “When he signed it over to Higgins… Well, Kumu’s been assuring everyone that he had a plan, that there were safeguards, that it wasn’t what it seemed…” A gift to a foreign owner to game the immigration system he didn’t say, but it sat in the space between them anyway. “They’re saying it’s been seized by the federal government so, pretty much her worst fears come true,” he said, trailing off, eyes focussed on the ocean out his window. “She’s devastated…”

TC let the quiet settle. Let Thomas have his quiet thoughts for a little longer as he gathered his own. He felt for Kumu and definitely wanted to help her too, but he wasn’t going to let Thomas keep ignoring his own feelings. How this has been affecting him too. Robin had made some promises to him as well.

And as much as Thomas wouldn’t agree, Robin owed him. Thomas had never really spoken about the ‘incident’ that had happened when Masters was first embedded with him except to acknowledge that Robin had nearly been killed.

Tagging: @disappearinginq @amandagaelic

#fanfic tag game #fanfic #fic #writing #wip #magnum pi #wasting time #should be working

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gossamie · 6 years

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real bitches get revenge.

summary — one frat party. one cheating and (soon-to-be) ex-boyfriend. one plan to get revenge.

pairing — jeon jungkook x park jimin x reader (ft. bts)

genre — fluff & humor

word count — 2,514

warnings — swearing, mentions of alcohol, and poorly made dick jokes

notes — this story has been sitting in my drafts for some time now, but i’m so glad i finally finished it! this is a lil different from what i normally write, but i wanted to push myself from my usual angsty fics and give you guys something more lighthearted. i hope you enjoy (bad humor and all)!

p.s. disclaimer: i am not implying through this story that jungkook is a cheating asshole, nor do i think that any of the other characters are exactly like the stereotype i portrayed them as. this is purely for fictional purposes.

p.p.s. thank you thank you thank you @louvresdemiel, aka luna, for reading this story and giving me advice! love you <3

“Revenge is sweet and not fattening.” — Alfred Hitchcock

Jeon Jungkook— the president-slash-poster-child of Pi Rho Omega and the spitting image of charisma, charm, and confidence. He’s the guy that everyone wants to be friends with, the guy that makes any frat party legendary, the guy you hate to love, and the guy that you’re lucky to call your loving, loyal boyfriend.

Well, soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, because he’s currently kissing another girl.

You probably would’ve still seen Jungkook shoving his tongue down that girl’s throat even if Seokjin hadn’t pointed it out to you. It was as if they were asking for an audience; they were pressed up against the kitchen island, their grimy hands moving and grabbing each others’ bodies in every direction but especially towards the parts where the sun doesn’t shine, and you could’ve sworn you saw spit flying from her mouth and drool slobbering down Jungkook’s chin like a dog— or, more appropriately, like the bitch he is.

Sure, you were sad— after all, you had spent the entirety of your senior year falling in love with Jungkook— but, more than anything, you were… angry. You were angry because he had chosen to cheat on you. He had chosen to walk away from your relationship. He had chosen to throw away a year’s worth of endless laughter and stolen kisses and hushed secrets and infinite love all for some random sorority girl he met five seconds ago.

In that moment, as you watched your loving, loyal boyfriend kiss another girl, you knew that he didn’t deserve you, not now and not ever. In that moment, you knew that you deserved better than him. In that moment, you knew that you’ll always deserve better than some cheating, two-faced prick.

Whatever there was between you and Jungkook, it was over the minute he decided you apparently weren’t as important as a drunk make-out sesh.

But he’s made his choice. Now, you’ll make yours.

And your choice?

To get sweet, sweet revenge.

“Y/N, what the hell are you planning to do?”

“What do you mean?” you reply as you batted your eyelashes at Seokjin, feigning innocence, something sickly sweet coating your tone. Earlier, you had shrugged off his attempts to comfort you, not because you didn’t appreciate them, but because you didn’t need them; they were only a distraction, anyway. There was only one thing you concentrated on as you pulled Seokjin aside from the throng of partygoers: enlisting your friend’s help in your plan for revenge.

“I know that look in your eyes. Whenever you get that look, I know you’re about to do something, and it’s not something pretty.”

“Are you trying to stop me from getting back at Jungkook?”

“Oh, hell no. I’m about to shove my foot up his ass faster than his three-inch dick can inflate.”

“Great. You and I are on the same page. So, will you please help me?”

Seokjin sighs, weighing the options in his mind. Should he maintain a semi-clean moral record, or should he take the opportunity to shove Jeon Jungkook’s shit right in his pretty little face?

But Seokjin realizes there was only one correct option out of the two and that it was definitely not the first one, so he replies, “What do you need?”

You devilishly smirk and focus your attention back to the raging party, taking care not to shift your eyes too far to the right so as not to look at the kitchen and, subsequently, (gag) him. “You know more about the fraternities than I do. I need to know who the somewhat-decent bachelors are in this room and everything you know about them.”

“So, should I start off with me?”

“Oh my gosh, you actually said something funny for once in your life!”

“Okay, listen here, I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, bit—”

“Just kidding! Now, focus. There has to be someone in here, right?”

Seokjin nods, and you follow his gaze to a head of rose gold hair and a nose buried deep in a sketchbook leaning against a wall at the back of the room. The man looked familiar to you; you remembered seeing him wandering peacefully around campus, often carrying a vintage camera or watercolors in his hands. For some reason, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his profile, drawn in by the mysterious aura that lingered around his hunched figure and hung in his deep brown eyes.

“That,” Seokjin remarks, “is Kim Taehyung. Fine arts major. Gamma Mu Mu. I like to think of him as the school’s token art hoe.”

You scoff. “Why do you say that?”

“He fits the stereotype perfectly. He refuses to take pictures on anything other than his Polaroid, he stans Van Gogh, and he thinks he invented wearing wire-rimmed glasses. I’m pretty sure I heard him say once that Instagram was an ‘insult to modern photography’.”

“Okay, but have you seen him? He’s perfect.”

“Oh, I know. But I don’t think I would want to be seen with the guy who looks like the physical manifestation of a liberal arts college degree. Hard pass.”

You’re about to voice your disappointment when a loud burst of laughter from the other side of the room piques your interest. You find yourself staring at a small crowd of people clustered around the couch in the living room— wait— around the guy sitting on the couch in the living room. The people surrounding him are incredibly intrigued by him, judging by how close they lean in to hear him and how hard they laugh at all his jokes, and you wonder if it’s because of his wide smile or his kind eyes or his very presence or all of the above.

You deduce that it must be the last option because you’re intrigued, too.

“Who is that?” you ask, dumbfounded, wondering how the hell you’ve never seen him around the university before.

Seokjin echoes your confusion. “Jung Hoseok? He’s the nicest guy on campus! His frat calls him ‘The Sun of Omega Psi’, which is such a cute nickname. A little cheesy, but cute, nonetheless.” He shifts his attention towards said ray of light. “You can’t deny it, though, the nickname. It fits him perfectly.”

He’s right; you can’t. If Chode Jungcock is the life of the party, then Jung Hoseok is the light. Hoseok seems to radiate positivity and his effect can be seen on the smiles on people’s faces that inexplicably appear whenever he passes by. People like Hoseok aren’t supposed to exist, yet here he is: charming, friendly, witty, and to top it all off, painfully handsome.

You frown, however, and voice your thoughts aloud. “I can’t use Hoseok, though. He’s too pure for this world, and especially too pure for revenge.” You turn to Seokjin. “It’s back to the drawing board, I guess.”

Seokjin is in the midst of forming another sentence before something by the staircase makes his head cock to the side and his eyes squint. “Huh. I never thought I’d see the day when he’d be outside his dorm.”

It’s your turn to squint your eyes towards the something— someone— that has caught Seokjin’s attention. What you find is a man bundled in a black hoodie and huddled at the bottom of the staircase, idly petting Holly, the small brown poodle that Pi Rho Omega adopted as their live-in pet. Though his head is turned downwards, you can see the curve of an upturned nose and the soft pout of his lips through his bangs and you conclude that there is a handsome face hiding underneath that hood. “And he is…?”

“Min Yoongi. I think he’s a music production major, and I think he’s in Zeta Theta Psi, but I don’t know for sure. I’ve only ever heard bits and pieces of information about him because he interacts with people once a year, he’s that introverted. I honestly don’t even know why he’s at this party, let alone why he joined a fraternity in the first place.”

That explains why you didn’t recognize him, because you have truly never seen him on campus before. “So, what do you know about him?”

“I know that he’s the host of the university’s radio station and that he’s normally holed up in his dorm producing songs with lyrics pulled straight from aesthetic text posts on Tumblr.”

“I take that as a no.”

“Mhm. I definitely peg him as someone who sends passive-aggressive mixtapes to all the boys he’s ever touched before. Hell, he’d probably write a song about you and blast it to the whole school. It’s too risky.”

You can’t help but nod in agreement because he does seem like that type of guy. But you choke on the chuckle that’s about to leave your throat, however, when your eyes catch sight of a man standing in a nearby hallway. The pounding music drowns out the conversation he’s having with the two other people standing by, but from the way his eyebrows furrow over his glasses, you can tell that his focus lies on the conversation and nothing else. Everything about him— how he leans into others as he talks, how his attentive gaze never falters, how his lips curl up into a warm smile— screams the definition of intelligence, or, maybe, the definition of perfection.

Seokjin catches himself staring before you do. “That’s Kim Namjoon,” he sputters, pulling himself out of his own reverie. “President of Lambda Kappa Pi, computer science major, future valedictorian of our class. I had statistics with him freshman year and whenever I talked to him, I felt like my IQ went up by ten points.”

“So, from an IQ of 20 to 30?”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you, too.”

Seokjin closes his eyes and releases a sigh, needing a moment of inner peace before continuing. “I would tell you to go for it, but Namjoon’s been so focused on his studies that he thinks that getting involved with anyone would ruin his 4.5 GPA. Also, that being said, my ass will have his name written all over it by the end of the semester and I am not letting you ruin my chances of that happening.”

Well, this is just great.

“This isn’t going to work, Seokjin! I’m never going to find anyone,” you suddenly exclaim, feeling defeated as you plop down onto the nearest chair. You’re beginning to accept that this plan for revenge is only going to backfire on you, that Jungkook is finally and definitely going to win.

And then your eyes find their way back to Hoseok— not to look at him, but rather, at the man standing beside him. He’s currently laughing at one of Hoseok’s many jokes— it’s such a bright, beautiful laugh— and his endearing smile makes his eyes crinkle at the edges. Seokjin opens his mouth, about to say the stranger’s name, but he stops, because the look in your eyes tells him that you already know it.

Park Jimin— the vice president of Pi Rho Omega and Jeon Jungkook’s best friend. He’s the most sought-after guy on campus— that is, next to Jungkook, of course— because he is, quite literally, the perfect guy. Jimin is ambitious, intelligent, caring, and, though you never brought yourself to admit it, everything that your boyfriend isn’t.

Being Jungkook’s girlfriend brought about a mutual friendship with Jimin, but you would be lying to yourself if you said that you had never looked at him as anything more than a friend. You had noticed Jimin’s sidelong glances and stares that always lasted a few seconds too long and, sometimes, when Jungkook was distracted and Jimin shifted his attention elsewhere, you returned them. But you were a loyal girlfriend and you never acted upon your fleeting feelings even though you knew that Jimin was so much better than Jungkook because— because…

Because Jimin wasn’t Jungkook.

What you were about to do to Jimin was wrong and you knew it, but even as the logical part of your brain screamed at you to stop whatever you’re doing this is so wrong, the irrational part of your brain blinded you from any good sense of moral judgement, so hell-bent on getting back at Jungkook that nothing and no one else mattered. Your anger clouded your vision until all you could see was your feet and how they were getting closer and closer to Jimin as he walked towards the kitchen, until all you could think was how you were getting closer and closer to fulfilling your desire for revenge.

Your footsteps stopped right in front of Jimin, who was just about to get another beer from the cooler sitting on the kitchen floor. You were painfully aware of your surroundings and everything occurring within them: how your heartbeat was thundering in your ears, how Jimin was so wide-eyed and so blissfully unaware of the situation at hand, and, out of the corner of your eye, how Jungkook was staring at you and all that was about to happen.

You’d been planning for this moment all night, but now that it was here, you weren’t sure if you could follow through. You gulped, hesitated, felt something in your stomach lurch and oh God I’m going to be sick if I don’t grow a pair of balls right now.

In one moment, Jimin was saying, “Hey, Y/N— are you okay?”

In the next moment, you were kissing Jimin in front of your boyfriend.

Eight seconds— the kiss lasted only eight seconds and every second felt wrong wrong this is so wrong but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this is so, so right. You liked the way his lips felt on yours. You liked the way his fingers weaved their way into your hair, gently cupping the back of your head. You liked the way he sighed onto your lips, a small sigh that silently whispered how he had waited a year for this moment, how he had waited a year for you.

Eight seconds— it took you eight seconds to decide that you wanted to spend much more time with Jimin. The rest of your life, maybe.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t hear the music over the crowd’s whispers, it didn’t matter that Seokjin’s jaw was hitting the floor from across the room, and it definitely didn’t matter that Jungkook was angrily storming out of the frat house, shrugging off the girl he was kissing moments ago. All that mattered was you and Jimin and how you now felt breathless in his presence and how his eyes now lit up when he looked at you and were his eyes always this brilliant?

Jimin pulled away from the kiss all too soon. He was silent for a moment. You braced yourself for rejection, for the inevitable and irrevocable feeling of despair that would hit you when he walked away.

But all he said was, “Kiss me again.”

So you did, and sparks flew.

Park Jimin— he wasn’t Jeon Jungkook, no, but if every moment with him felt like this, then that was a very, very good thing.

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