#sorry to blast you with this nonny LOL

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

hello!

friend, please could i request a nsfw Arthur and female reader getting in on quietly in camp before he sees how hard he can go until she makes a noise? maybe some banter between them, him saying he could easily get her loud and her egging him on, knowing full well he’s right but also wanting to stay quiet lol? dealer’s choice on whether he succeeds or not 👀 😏

Savor The Silence

Warnings: The usual smut and cursing

Word Count: 3,042

A/N: Finally sat down and finished this...hehe, it was certainly fun to write! Hope you enjoy nonny, and sorry for the wait!

Cold winds whipped harshly upon the landscape, rustling the treetops and howling through the valley, further disturbing the turbid waves of the Dakota River. A clear, moonless sky stretched across the jagged landscape; stars paint-splattered across the inky expanse. 

Even when sunlight kissed the earth with a mild warmth, the night greeted it with a brutal slap.

What felt like an arctic blast swept over the worn path, winding down the ravine and spearing through your shawl. Your shoulders hunched, a shiver racking your body from head to toe. Your horse’s stride lengthened the more you curled in on yourself in a feeble attempt to stay warm, as if your steed understood your unspoken wish to get to camp sooner.

“Almost back!” 

Somehow through the screech of the unbearable gust and the steady thunder of hooves on packed earth, you heard Arthur’s voice behind you. Glancing up ahead, even through the darkness, the path leading up to Horseshoe Overlook was just ahead. 

Thank God. 

You and Arthur had been away for most of the day, following a myriad of leads which took you halfway across New Hanover and crossing into West Elizabeth...twice...only to run into a dead end. You had Sean McGuire to thank for that, which Arthur warned you before your intrepid adventure. He however accompanied you, perhaps to entertain your excitement, or to prove his point when you returned unsuccessful. 

When the sun began to set and you turned back toward New Hanover in defeat and frustration, you waited for him to gloat, to say “I told you so,” while attempting to hide that smirk of his. Despite the look in his eyes, he remained silent. You were a lion, too prideful to admit your defeat. There was a chance he’d let you have it while back at camp. 

Right now, you could not care less if he decided to tease in the earshot of others. Your prior thoughts of frustration and considering five different ways to bury Sean’s head into the ground fizzled to smoke once the frigid air blew in. 

You turned your horse to follow the curve of the path upward, urging your horse just a pace faster. The wind stung your cheeks until finally retreating beneath the tree cover. You slowed almost immediately with the instant darkness almost completely obscuring your vision. Amber flickered in the distance, indicating how close you were to camp. 

A voice called in the distance. John’s, you thought. You squinted toward the origin, shouting back your arrival. It wasn’t much longer until you passed the threshold into the clearing that you and Arthur now called home. 

You and Arthur disappeared into your shared tent after. Though the temperature was marginally higher than the surrounding area, you were thankful you’d talked Arthur into purchasing a tent after a long discussion regarding the need for privacy between the two of you. 

You settled onto one of the two cots pushed together for a shared bed, staring down at the worn earth beneath your feet as Arthur shrugged off his jacket. How has he not said anything yet? Perhaps he was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Maybe it would be better if you’d just prompted it out of him instead. 

“Say it,” you murmured. 

He straightened up and turned toward you. “What?” 

“‘I told you so’,” you said in a mock, sing-song voice. “I know you’ve been waiting.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Figured that long ride home woulda been ‘nough for ya,” he replied as he sat beside you. 

The palm of your hand grazed against your nose—numb, ice-like. “Not nearly as bad as Colter,” you commented. A gust of wind blew outside, stirring the closed flaps enough to whisk the bitter chill straight in. You flinched and tugged the shawl tighter around your shoulders. “Almost.” 

Arthur chuckled once again, reaching to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into a side embrace. You melted to his touch immediately, grateful for his warmth, yet slightly annoyed. Although once his lips pressed against your forehead did that last dredge of annoyance melt away. Even if the day turned out to be unproductive, you were at least glad to spend most of it with him. 

You turned in towards his heat, the solid plane of his chest, nuzzling into the fabric that held the earthy scents of tobacco, leather and horses. Silence surrounded you for a moment, instilling a calm to flush away frustration. You still wanted to kick Sean over the cliff, but that could wait until tomorrow. 

Your fingers flexed, frozen from clinging to the reins so tightly. In vain search of more warmth your hands slid up his torso until finding where the buttons lay open, burrowing underneath and against his skin. He was like a furnace. 

Arthur in turn flinched from the sudden intrusion. “Christ,” he mumbled. “Your hands are freezin’.” 

“I know,” you simply say with an innocent smile. 

He sighed at your reaction, reaching to wrap his fingers around your wrists. Gently, he pulled your hands into his, squeezing them into his warm palms. His thumb smoothed against your skin. “That better?” 

“Somewhat,” you reply, releasing tension you hadn’t realized you held from the surrounding chill. As the feeling slowly returned to your fingers, you interlaced them with Arthur’s. Your head rested on his shoulder, still selfishly leeching his heat. “How are you so warm?” 

“Couldn’t tell ya,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you completely. You decidedly crawled into his lap, curling against his torso. You could fall asleep like this. 

He ran his hand up and down your back, allowing the cold to finally release from your body. You tilted your head up to peer at him. He met your gaze with a small smile, leaning in to press his lips to yours. 

There was a gentleness to his touch, peaceful and calm which you met with equality. You held it with soft ease, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. A hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your touch. His hands slid to your waist, tugging you flush with him. 

You weren’t sure what happened in the next few minutes, sinking further into his sweet kisses. You’d found yourself atop Arthur after he’d shifted to lay upon the cots, though you swore you hadn’t felt a thing. It wasn’t until you were staring at his half-lidded gaze beneath you. 

You were nowhere near freezing anymore. 

His eyes, beautifully reflecting in the lamplight, held a question. 

And you answered with a smirk, grinding ever so lightly against his pelvis. The noise he emitted was low, grumbling in approval. Thick fingers grasped at the folds of your clothes. You shrugged off your shawl, tossing it behind you as he made quick work of the blouse. One by one the buttons popped open, exposing your chemise. 

You were matching his pace, revealing the expanse of his chest. Your own fingers traced over the curls of hair, the dips and swells of muscle. You’d lost count of how many times you’d seen him like this, only to be mesmerized as if it were the first time. 

Soon your own torso was bare to him, flushed skin prickling in the cool, still air. Greedy hands were on you at an instant, gliding over your breasts. Your nipples were already puckered, though that didn’t stop Arthur from teasing them, drawing out a quiet whine from you. 

Rough, calloused thumbs provided a pleasant prickle. You shuddered involuntarily, though the cold had since melted away. “Arthur...” you squeaked, biting your lip to keep quiet. 

“So damn beautiful,” he growled to you, massaging your delicate flesh. His hips rolled—driving his obvious growing need for you against your inner thigh. One hand moved to your center, so tantalizingly close yet just out of reach where you needed him, your lower half still too clothed for your liking. 

He seemed to have read your mind, swapping positions to tower over you instead. At an almost instant your long skirt was yanked from your hips. With a moment to spare the strings of your bloomers were loosened and gone were those, leaving you completely unguarded to him. 

His eyes were slow to take you in, even when he’d done it for countless moons before. The hands on your waist dipped further to spread your legs. Greedy fingers soon indulged into your center, parting your folds effortlessly to locate your pleasure. 

His touch was almost dizzying. The way he stroked against your velvet heat, coaxing the kindling deep within to become ablaze. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, moaning against your skin. You somewhat wished for the luxury of having a truly peaceful night to yourselves, without being in earshot of others. 

Arthur leaned forward, latching his lips against the curve of your neck. Hot puffs of his breath tickled your skin as he kissed along the junction, nipping at your pulse point. You sighed, shuddering with the sensation. Two thick fingers teased your entrance with selfish intent. You canted, hips quivering for more. 

He chuckled against your skin, “Impatient, ain’t we?” 

You hummed, entwining your fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Arthur Morgan.” 

He straightened to peer down at you, lips pulled into a crooked smile. “I’d love to hear ya scream that.” 

You scoffed, limply smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand. “And wake the entire camp?” 

“Ain’t nothin’ they haven’t heard before,” he snickered. “Pretty sure Karen n’ Sean got some attention.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you bucked your hips against his palm. “Ain’t gonna stroke your ego that much, now if you may?” 

“Bet you can,” Arthur laughed a touch louder than before. You tensed, hoping no one would hear—until he sunk his fingers into you, every forethought immediately melting into a familiar carnal desire. “Bet I can make you scream.” 

Yet to stave from fulfilling his satisfaction, you kept your mouth shut. 

Oh, but he tried. 

The way he stretched and curled within your walls, dragging so effortlessly upon every spot that could make you sing—you huffed quietly, shoving your knuckles against your lips to staunch a growing moan, managing to stifle it. 

And that smirk of his didn’t help. 

You writhed beneath him, teeth gnawing against the fine bones of your hand. A moan just barely passed the barrier. He once again leaned forward to devour your neck in a manner you knew the girls would be questioning about tomorrow, yet you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

Regardless, he was pushing every button he knew. His fingers began to pump with abandon, drawing in your pleasure with intense haste. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a mewl building in the back of your throat. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he growled, “Let go for me.” 

Those few words are what did you in. Your muscles tensed, your back arching as you reached your peak, building in your chest and expelling as a desperate, muffled whine. Every muscle trembled with the fading orgasm, until his thumb pressed against your clit. 

You managed to stifle a yelp, squirming helplessly beneath him. You managed to squeak out his name—a plea, desperation to escape the overstimulation. The snicker that echoed in your ear nearly urged you to smack him. 

But then he stopped, removing his hand in mercy. You caught your breath and glared up at him, removing your hand with intent to scold. The malice died in your throat when he began to unbutton his jeans. You watched hungrily as his cock sprung free, completely erect and ready. 

Your heart hammered in anticipation, all forethoughts leaving as he aligned himself with you. The head of his length parted your folds, sliding through them as he let out a low groan. You were impatient, wrapping your arms around him with an expectant eyebrow raise. 

There was that smirk again. He twitched his hips, teasing your entrance. The wait was agony. 

“Arthur,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “If you don’t fuck me right now—” 

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a gasp as his hips shot forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. He filled you oh so perfectly, until he pulled back and slammed into you again. 

You’d smacked your hand back over your mouth just in time to staunch another yelp as he picked up a rhythm, in which he pounded into you mercilessly. The lewd melody of skin slapping skin filled your tent, along with the erratic thumping of your heart. His deep groans as his hands voraciously gripped your flesh. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, tilting his head back for a second. “Look at’cha, pretty lil’ whore.” 

Just listening to that graveled voice makes you melt, squirm, and wanting to release all over again. You loved that tone, laced with darkness that only came when he meant business—or when it was to excite you, to push you to the edge and over and scrambling back for more. 

He’d only use it when you two were truly alone. 

And you knew why he was doing it now. 

“You like this cock?” Arthur growled to you, his gaze smoldering. “Like gettin' fucked like a whore?” 

You nodded frantically, though never once making a peep, your whimpers continued to be muffled behind your hand. 

His own hand raised and was brought swiftly against the side of your ass, which nearly made you jump. Not from the pain, but from the sound. You glared at him. 

“Can’t hear ya, sweetheart,” he sneered, slamming himself into you, his breath beginning to hitch. “I said, you like gettin' fucked like a whore?” his tone deepened dangerously. 

Oh, Lord. If hadn’t concentrated so hard on not yelping out, you would have climaxed again right then and there. Your legs trembled against him, breathing around your strained knuckles. 

“Ain’t talkin’, huh?” Arthur chuckled. He suddenly pulled out and pushed you rather roughly to lay on your stomach. He grabbed you, hard, yanking your hips back until he filled you once again, the invasion almost painful. You winced as your body only had a split second to adjust, uttering the tiniest whimper into the cot. 

He grunted with effort, pounding senselessly, the aura of determination of getting you to crack surrounding you like a snake. Tightening and choking, yet you refused to relent. The moan you released was quiet and using every effort to prove him wrong. 

A rough hand found its way to your mouth, fingers wrenching your lips open. You forced yourself to stop, a small squeak passing over your tongue. His presence soon loomed over you. 

“Can’t be silent forever,” he growled into your ear, sending a deep shudder through every inch of you, manifesting in a gasp. You could feel the grin he was sporting after that. “I knew ya couldn’t hold back.” 

You wrenched your face away from him. “Fuck you,” you hissed lowly, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Jus’ the opposite, darlin’,” he drawled, nipping the shell of your ear. His hot breath tickled the back of your neck. His hand left your hip briefly to be smacked down on your ass once again. 

This caught you off-guard. You gave a yelp—small, but affective. You immediately buried your face into the pelts adorning the cot. Oh, he was going to gloat about that. 

He laughed, somehow, his deep voice ringing clear despite still piledriving into you. “That’s it,” he growled. “Can’t hold it back, can ya?” 

The quip that formed died quickly as he reached around, pressing his fingers once again to the hood of sensitive nerves. You moaned automatically, all clarity slipping away as more carnal pleasure took over. 

His other hand fisted into your locks, yanking your head back immediately. You surrendered a gasp as your body arched almost painfully, full of too many sensations to even comprehend each of them. Eyes rolled up, staring at the top of the canvas, the only fragile shield to block the string of expletives that soon left your mouth from the heavens above. Damn him, damn him, damn him— 

The tightly wound coil burst deep in your core, pulling in an intense climax. Stars erupted in your vision, and you could have sworn you would have floated away or melted into the ground if Arthur hadn’t tethered you. Every muscle tensed and tingled, blazes of fire coursing through your veins. His name passed your lips in an almost scream. 

As the embers of your orgasm finally fizzled away, your body went near-limp as Arthur continued relentlessly. His breath hitched, his voice strained, he was close. Fleeting seconds ticked by and his hips stuttered, finally slowing with one weak thrust and a guttural groan.  

The silence following encompassed you, ears almost ringing with the echoes of the previous act. Arthur slowly pulled out, his touch leaving you as he laid down beside you. A sheen of sweat covered his upper torso, his golden hair dampened as well. 

He smiled and held out his arms, and you obliged by sliding into his embrace. As rough as he can be with you, he always portrayed softness afterward. Heat radiated from his body like a roaring campfire. It was easy to forget you were shivering just a few moments before. 

His lips pressed against the nape of your neck, his breath stirring the hairs there. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I told ya so.” 

Without looking, you reached behind you and smacked what felt like his arm. Whatever pride you had left was stung by that simple phrase. 

Arthur laughed—a hearty, deep bellow that vibrated along your entire body. 

“I swear if I get teased tomorrow, it’s your ass,” you grumbled, yanking a pelt up and over your naked skin. 

“If it’s from Sean, 'least you can kick his ass instead,” Arthur pointed out with amusement still plain in his voice. 

You rolled your eyes. Today’s events surely hadn’t been forgotten despite the distraction. The image of Sean’s boyish teasing filled your mind, followed by the butt of your revolver clocking him against that silly bowler hat—and then pushing Arthur into the horses’ water trough. 

You weren’t that mean, of course. 

[inevitably-johnlocked]

i’m so sorry this is hyper specific…. any fics where john calls sherlock ‘WILLIAM!!’ when he’s in trouble or something?? i think it would be hilarious

Hey Nonny!

AHHHHHH eeeee I don't know if I have anything specifically for that, but over the years I have been asked for William Fics, so I'm just gonna use your ask to finally collect what I have <3 If anyone has anything more specific to Nonny's request, please let us know, 'cause Nonny's right, it'd be funny LOL.

That said, here is what I have for "William" fics, which I just did a search for his name and probably don't have any of them correct :( I pulled what I had on my MFL list as well to make this list a bit longer for you. Apologies ahead of time if they're not "William" focussed.

Please let me know if y'all have more!

SHERLOCK’S CALLED “WILLIAM”

See also: Sherlock Called William (Alexx's List)

Vale Mea by JohntheBlonde (G, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Implied/Referenced Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Pining Sherlock, Epistolary) – 'I, William Sherlock Scott Holmes...hereby...declare this my last Will and Testament.' 

what’s in a name by flight815kitsune (NR, 1,285 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates AU) – There were some things you just knew. The name, if you were lucky enough to get one, was one of those things.

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

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

MARKED FOR LATER

A Prequel of Sorts by foxy61 (G, 6,561 w. || Kidlock / Teenlock, Time Manipulation, Big Brother Mycroft) – William Sherlock Scott Holmes was born in a little cottage in the middle of a blizzard January 6th 1977. He was delivered by an ex-army doctor, one Dr. John Hamish Watson who apparently didn’t exist or at least not yet. Part 2 of A Blizzard Started it All

I Don't Need You to Like Me by Ranowa (T, 7,146 w., 1 Ch || Different First Meeting, Autistic Sherlock, Ableism, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, Child Abuse, Kidlock) – Greg's introduction to child abuse cases is a small, surly child with a broken arm named John Watson... and the even smaller, nonverbal boy that won't leave his side. The smaller, nonverbal boy named William Holmes.

To Belong Series by DrFish (T, 19,400+ w. across 4 works || Series WiP || Victorian / Mythical AU || OctoJohn, Scientist Sherlock, Attempted Kidnapping, BAMF John, Protective / Possessive John, Developing Relationship, Being Lost, Size Difference, Capital Punishment, Happy Ending) – William Sherlock Scott Holmes failed to graduate the University of Cambridge class of 1877. Adrift in London, he accepts a post as assistant naturalist on a scientific expedition to the Western Pacific Ocean aboard Her Majesty's Sailing Ship Frontier. Events do not proceed quite as planned and Sherlock finds himself cruelly cast away by his shipmates. Perhaps he will find salvation in the company of a most unlikely sea creature.

The Corvus That Calls at Night by S_IRIS (E, 19,834+ w., 4/? Ch. || Medieval Fantasy AU || Military John, Swordsman Sherlock, True Love, Historical, Politics, Falling in Love, Sexual Tension, Fictional Religion, Angst, Pining, Infidelity) – A final chance at forging peace between the kingdom of Brevaria in the south and the newly-seceded Brevarian Republic in the north hinges on a strategic but unpopular betrothal between the youngest brother of the Duke of Langley, the heir apparent, and Harriet Lily, the daughter of the Brevarian High Consul. Expectations are that a marriage alliance between Harriet and Prince William might soothe tensions on both sides of the border regarding the alliance and end the protracted civil war. However, Sherlock is only going up to the Brevarian moors in expectation of meeting Harriet’s older brother, the most talented military commander in over six generations. But behind John Watson’s legendary prowess in battle is a dark secret.

An Aftertaste Of Memory by Raithwithwings57 (M, 39,009+ w., 20/? Ch. || Post TRF, Rosie is in this Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Amnesia (Sherlock), Torture, Scars, PTSD, Divorced John, Divorced Lestrade, Misunderstandings) – Sherlock Holmes was believed by most to have died by jumping to his death. A few people, Mycroft Holmes included believed he died in somewhere in Serbia, tortured to death, though his body was never found. Sherlock Holmes himself doesn't believe either of the above, obviously. After being extensively tortured in Serbia, he suffered a traumatic brain injury that left him with amnesia, and deafness. But the doctors say that the deafness is psychological in nature. It doesn't matter much to him. All he knows is that his name is William, and that he was once (and it seems he always will be) in love with a man by the name of John Watson. John has suffered much in the last eight years. Losing his best friend to suicide, marrying and then later being divorced by his wife, battling for joint custody of his child, and generally trying to forge ahead and figure out what the seemingly bleak future holds in store for him. But what he could never expect is Sherlock's sudden return. Nor the man's conviction that once upon a time they were madly in love.

Proper Manners by Jade5687 (E, 40,449 w., 2 Ch. || Medieval Royalty AU || Class Differences, Religion, Post-War, Master/Servant, Identity Issues, Period-Typical Attitudes, First Time, Light Bondage) – Sherlock Holmes is a charming—if somewhat eccentric—nobleman who often spends time with John, an apothecary’s son. When John is offered employment at King William’s castle, however, he fears he will have to say goodbye to Sherlock. But in the end, they might actually become closer than before. Part 1 of the King William's Castle series

Sehnenfäden by holmesian_love and Strange_johnlock (M, 67,879 w., 22 Ch. || Violinist Sherlock AU || Idiots in Love, Alternate First Meeting, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humour, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, First Time, Nature, Music, Seclusion, Angst with Happy Ending, Non-Explicit Sex) – William Sherlock Holmes is a world-renowned violinist, uncompromising with his principles and his punishing schedule, pushed to breaking point by his manager. John Watson is a lost, retired army-doctor, returned to London with nowhere to live. Both men end up in situations which lead them to a secluded German village in the mountains, escaping from the unforgiving world around them. A chance encounter brings them together, sharing a friendship and understanding neither of them have found before. Will they be able to find a way to express their true feelings for one another, to find the path to be together, despite Sherlock’s chaotic lifestyle?

The Killing Principle by Vulpesmellifera (E, 104,593 w., 46 Ch. || American AU || Gay John, Serial Killer Mary, Bum Appreciation, Sherlock is William, Dating Difficulties, BAMF Sherlock, Slow Burn, Thriller, Confessions, Whump, Angst with Happy Ending, Minor Character Death) – John Watson served twice in AmeriCorps, married his high school sweetheart, and then entered med school. A sudden arrest and accusation of multiple murders ends his promising career, irrevocably altering his life's trajectory. Acquitted of his wife’s crimes, John spends the next ten years as the maligned ex-husband of convicted serial killer Mercy Mary. A job offer draws him out of hiding and back to Connecticut - the very state where the crimes were committed. He needs the money, and the job is a dream. Then he meets the brilliant William Vernet, and it seems like he has a second chance at life and love. But the past has a way of catching up.

Beyond Recall by elwinglyre & MrBotanyB (E, 110,201 w. || Apocalypse/Dystopia AU, Alternate First Meeting, Case Fic, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, First Time, Alternating POV) – Dropped into Cardiff on a mission he doesn’t remember, everyday he wakes to a past he doesn’t recall in a world torn apart by pandemic. William (Sherlock Holmes) finds purpose when John Watson finds him. For Watson, this man is a mysterious thief with the uncanny ability to see into people. But there’s something more to this man, and Doctor Watson helps William find the answers to his “magical” deductions. Is he a mad man? A serial killer? Or just damn clever? And what’s his connection to the epidemic that wiped out most of the world?

[ryuichirou]

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About the RookVil drawing from yesterday, a comic from ko-fi and some other stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Hey sorry if you've answered this before but what drawing program do you use? I've been trying to find if you've been asked that before but the search feature is not the greatest.

No worries, Anon! It’s been a while since I answered that anyway.

I draw in Photoshop CS6 that Katsu helped me to pirate years and years ago. I also have ClipStudio, but I haven’t used it properly yet.

Anonymous asked:

In regards to your latest kofi picture, what accident is this and was Azul the cause of it? Also, is going to punish Idia for this? When Ortho is better, couldn’t he just blast Azul’s and the Tweel’s asses to kingdom come? Sorry for so many questions 😓

To be completely honest, Anon, the story isn’t very concrete and specific. There are some possible elements of what happened in my head, but until/if we come up with a proper scenario, I would like to keep it vague!

Here is what I can say for certain: after being separated from Idia for quite a long time, Azul is going to kind of take care of him, as in “it’s okay, you’ve suffered enough” kind of way; but Idia is smart enough to know that this is just Azul trying to make Idia rely on him again, so he could shut the cage door and trap him once and for all. Azul is also very good at victimblaming, manipulating and gaslighting + has will-power that Idia doesn’t always have, so even if Idia knows that Azul’s kindness isn’t genuine (Azul never forgets those who betray him), he is powerless to change anything at this point. He just wants him and Ortho to be safe, and Ortho wants it too. So even though Ortho technically could blast Azul and the Tweels’ asses, Azul is perfectly aware of this risk, so he uses a different approach on Ortho. After all, Ortho is a smart boy + he and Azul have the same goal: they want Idia to be happy, right? It’s easier to do it while working together instead of fighting!

Anyways, Azul scary and powerful, and at this point in the story he has a lot of useful connections including STYX and probably even Idia’s parents. A lot more strings to manipulate the events in a way that would portray him as a forgiving and loving saint, but still ensure that Idia never leaves him again.

And after this position is secured, then he might start punishing Idia. But in a way that is very subtle to everyone around them, but painfully obvious for Idia.

Anonymous asked:

Man, feral Rook really does just hit different doesn't he? That latest art was just so juicy and savory that it made my mouth water. Just wanna chew on it for a bit like a nice steak.

Thank you so much, Anon! Please feel free to enjoy on it, and enjoy your meal <3

Feral Rook is a delight to draw, I like how unapologetic and animalistic he could be drawn despite being a human.

Anonymous asked:

And this must be part three of their first time together.

I told you I can’t stop imagining their first time lol

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

How quickly do you think Vil became House warden after getting caught by roommates for the (insert number of times previously) time? Rook on the other hand...he looks like he just wants everyone to see Vils beauty. Or maybe this kind of beauty is only saved for him?

Vil is a man of patience: as far as I know, he only became a housewarden during his 3rd year. I have no idea how he managed to survive for two years (including their honeymoon phase!) with roommates… maybe the previous housewarden was kind enough to make these two roommates during their second year??

I’m sure Rook doesn’t mind people looking, but at the same time, he really might express how the beauty that only he gets to see is special… but it would be so greedy of him to not let other people see Vil like this!

Rook is actually quite good at being stealthy, but I guess he doesn’t always want to be…

Anonymous asked:

Ohhh.... but imagine if the ones that walked in on Rook and Vil were Floyd and Epel.

What sort of drama would that be?

Or maybe they'd just see it as an excuse to do whatever they want at that point.

Well… since it’s Rook and Vil’s first year, Floyd and Epel aren’t currently there, but if they were to walk on them now (when RookVil are third years), Vil would probably be rather annoyed or even angry than embarrassed. He’ll just scold and punish both of them lol And then he might ask them about why they were even there, in his dorm, breaking into his room.

Rook wouldn’t care either way, he’d probably heard their steps way before they actually walked in on them...

In terms of the younger ones’ reaction though, I feel like whatever they’re going to see, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise for Floyd – it’s like not even a secret. It would be funny if Epel got surprised though, imagine living by their side for a year and having no idea this is happening?

Anonymous asked:

Do you have a yuu?

Nope! Not really interested in that.

Anonymous asked:

Just want to say that Code Geass was the first and only anime yo make me cry. Lelouch’s death killed me more than it did him.

Very understandable, Anon. Code Geass is really very, very good and has a lot of heart-wrenching moments.

[fayes-fics]

Hi Faye, I’m a couple chapters into “it had to be you.” I really enjoyed how well Benedict transposed in a Modern setting. He’s so flirty, silly, and charming.

I also just want to say how fantastic your smut scenes are! I read a couple of your drabbles and they’re sooo well written and consuming and man… get me a fainting couch because it is really immersive!

I did want to ask if you might want to answer questions 5,15,17?

Hi Nonny! 🫶

Oh, I'm so glad you’re enjoying It Had To Be You. I had a blast writing it as a tribute to my fave romcom 🫶

Also so happy you’ve enjoyed a couple of my smut drabbles. I specialise in smut and have written very long, very detailed smut fics - like the Innocence series and the Lessons series. I hope you enjoy them if you check them out. Also, there are Kinktober collections if you enjoy some very kinky stuff.

Anyway…. onto your questions 😁🫶

5) Quote one of your fics out of context

P. E. Nis, Esq. 🧐 (gent about town)

15) What fic of yours would you most like to rewrite?

Gosh, that's a hard one cos I see every fic as a product of its time. A few one-shots, I think, are not good, but I leave them all up cos it's all part of the journey. However, I think if I had to, I might flesh out the original story for Moments. Parts of it were probably a bit rushed, especially Chapter 10, which was written during a family bereavement. It was also my first multichapter, and I was a new writer, so I didn't believe I would sustain interest if I made the story too long. So yeah, maybe that.

17) What trope is your favourite to write?

I love to write banter and humour, so anything that can be inherently funny, like everyone is being an idiot, trapped together or enemies-to-lovers. I seem to enjoy writing friends-to-lovers for modern AU Benedict.

Sorry, I rattled on a bit. I do love to answer these questions lol. I hope the replies are interesting to read!

Thanks so much for your ask 😁🧡🧡

Yet Another Fanfic Writer Ask Game

[usmsgutterson]

Doomsday- N.L x fem! reader

Okay, this was requested by an anon and nonnie, I’m sorry this took me a bit! I loved writing this one out--doomsday by lizzy mcalpine is one of my favorite songs by lizzy so thank you for sending this in, it was a blast to write!

Fic type- this is angst with allusions to a happy ending (more a potential one that looms in the distance--the song radiates vibes of ominance and that came through in the ending lol)

Warnings- Nikolai and how he’s described is a little ooc and this fic was written two hours ahead of the time it was queued for, so it has been proofread, just not as best as I could’ve done so. 

You were sure of one thing and one thing only as you hastily packed a bag in your room at the Little Palace.

Loving Nikolai Lantsov had killed your spirit. You needed to get away from him, go as far and as fast as you could. It was better to do it in the light and breezy Ravkan air of September rather than to bother with it, see if you could wait it out until June when leaving Ravka would be made a bit more of an inconvenience due to how hot and humid it would get, and it would get that way very quickly. 

So, you were leaving then. You were sick of it. Years, you had spent loving him only to find that the show he’d put on for others was just that. A show. 

Confidence warped itself into arrogance--though you had to wonder, had it been such all along?--and charm warped itself into something less...well, charming. 

There was good within him somewhere--he was a Lantsov by name but not by blood. Not really. There had to be--but if it still existed within him, his goodness was something you could not find. 

So off you went, packing a bag as the sun set over the walls of the Little Palace. You allowed yourself to enjoy the sunset from your gorgeous view one last time, thanked the saints that Tamar had come up with a worthwhile excuse for when Nikolai had noticed you not in bed when the night was to fall. 

Visiting family, she had said. You’d left on a trip to see your family after one of your relatives had fallen ill. That gave you a month before Nikolai had started pondering on when you would return home, not knowing that you had left your wedding ring in the top drawer of your dresser along with a note asking that he choose not to seek you out because you wouldn’t like being found. 

You waited until midnight, and then you hoisted the bag over your shoulder and left the room you’d been staying in for the five months previous, as you and Nikolai tried to work things out but found no viable solutions, no therapy that worked the miracles you had hoped for. 

You closed the door behind you as silently as you could manage, moved breezily through the hallways with footsteps so quiet that even you couldn’t hear them as you moved, rushing but a bit cautionary so as to avoid seeming suspicious.

You ordered a carriage to take you down to the harbor, told the driver that you were rushing back home to visit an ill relative so that the lie was solidified by another of Nikolais ever so gossipy staff, and tried to focus your breathing into calmness as you sat in the carriage alone. 

When you arrived at the harbor, you thanked the driver. “I shouldn’t be gone more than a month,” you’d said, solidifing another piece of the puzzle. “Thank you for dropping me off.” 

And then you scanned the harbor, found dozens of people boarding dozens of late night boats, and chose to buy a ticket and board the one heading for Novyi Zem. 

A quiet life in Cofton awaited, a whole new horizon gleaming in the distance. Part of you felt hopeful, another part relieved to finally be away from the person you had loved once upon a time, the man who was not all that he made himself seem to be. 

[madame-fear]

🌹

I’m late, I’m late!! But I’m here for a mini wip!

Amira, will you please accept this rose?

Does this have the bachelor/bachelorette vibes? Girl it might lol

halloooo <33 HAJSJDKS you are never too late my dear nonnie, I will more than happily accept the rose, and please enjoy this WIP i offer! 🥰💕💕

also YES HAHA literally big bachelorette vibes, i love it 😩🙏😂

Enemies-To-Lovers, smut ; Modern!(aged-up!)Lucerys Velaryon (Luke Strong) x Reader — I See Red

A little bit of fun did no harm, after all. Though, you did feel the need of drinking alcohol increase the more sips you gave it. As you walked amongst the vast amount of people enough to entirely fill a room, your eyes darted around as you continued to drink the alcoholic beverage. The loud music blasted loudly enough to echo through the walls, and as overwhelming as it was as first, you had slowly gotten used to the atmosphere. While you strolled and observed around, you abruptly felt someone stumble upon your shoulder, making you slightly spill your drink to the floor. “Shit! Sorry, man–” quickly apologising, your body turned around to look who you had stumbled upon. The apologetic look on your face washed away in a non discreet manner; becoming into an appalled, disappointed one when you realised, the person that nearly collapsed against your body was none other than Luke Strong. “Oh, it’s you.”

[ridhearts]

Oooh the Royalty AU is so interesting!!! I love it! Can't wait to read what you have in store next for it! BTW (sorry if this has been asked before) but is your blog Book 7 spoilers free?

Hi nonnie! So sorry for the wait but I was brainstorming a few details first so I could answer your questions with more confidence!

As of right now, YES this blog is spoiler free for Chapter 7 and I will do my best to keep it that way. I will warn you, though, that I am still in the brainstorming process for Diasomnia's section of the Royal AU and there is a small chance that there may be vague references to what's happening in Chapter 7. Don't let this deter you, though! Think of it as those "no context spoilers" posts on twitter. However, this is a very big if right now and I am trying to work around it so that there aren't spoilers (or maybe it'll take me so long to write that part one of Chapter 7 will be in the ENG game by the time it's done LOL). Should there be spoilers in the post once it's finished, I'll make sure to put a warning at the top and put anything spoiler-y below a read more. Maybe if I'm lucky I can split up a section of the headcanons that you can scroll past without missing super important information...but this is all in the future and I'm just spitballing at this point.

SO short answer: yes this blog is chapter 7 spoiler free, long answer: i'm like 99% sure this blog is chapter 7 spoiler free, however I don't block spoilers when I go through tags so there is a small chance I may be influenced by that information BUT I do intend to keep this blog as spoiler free as I can be aware of for my fellow ENG players :)

And also thank you so much!!!! I'm so glad you like the royal au so far hehe it's a blast to write. I'm having so much fun.

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you would like to)!

Hi nonnie! I'm sorry for the late reply!

My obvious and immediate answer to these is always Vοσταλγία, but I'l stop cheating and choose my favorites aside from the series 😅

In loving me, in loving you. That is by far the fic I am the most proud of, the one I enjoyed the most planning and writing, and the one that ended up being exactly what I wanted it to. I have so much love in my heart for that AU, and for the Ivar of that AU, and you bet there is more on it on the works lol, it's me after all.

Kiss you godless. My first big Hvitserk story, and it's all thanks to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie and our horny hostage exchange. I had so much fun writing all this, and again, the AU of this fic is one I am absolutely in love with, and I'm always writing or planning stuff for it. If the muses are ever on my side, a prequel to this fic is coming soon.

Taken, starved, conquered. I know it's almost Nostalgia territory, but it isn't actually Nostalgia. But yeah, I have so much fun writing smut for sub!Ivar, even if writing smut stresses me the fuck out. It was fun writing this.

Hesitance. It may be because it is one of the last things I've posted, but I really like this story. I got to explore some really fun things about Ivar's character (or my characterization of him) that I had been meaning to for a while, and again, it was truly a blast to write. I love writing his introspection, especially in difficult scenes or moments like the ones in this fic, idk.

Nátt. Okay I'm cheating, I'm putting in something from Nostalgia. But I really really really like this Winter Blurb. I am obsessed with Ivar wanting something in its ideal but not being ready for it in reality. Wanting something does not mean you're ready for it, and I feel that would be something the Ivar I enjoy writing would need to be reminded of, especially when it comes to love and intimacy. But he isn't reminded of that, and even if he were he'd ignore it, and it's great because I get to write introspection fics like this one about how he struggles between what he wants (love, affection, safety) and what what he wants demands from him (vulnerability, openness to rejection, accepting uncertainty). Anyhow, sorry for the ramble, but I had a lot of fun writing this, and many other similar stuff I've written about him and introspection, idk.

Thank you so much for such a lovely ask, this was very fun! Sorry for the very long answers, and the rambles.

Sending you my love nonnie! 😘

[yooniesim]

AxA gets away with making the same crop tops and pairs of jeans for every CC pack and ppl really pay for it wow

the new pack looks really nice to me at first glance but there's a good amount of recycled items in it. by that I mean, a lot of meshes and textures that are from previous packs they've made.

items in the new pack on the left beside older items on the right. The hairs are inexcusable to me. the last one especially, it's literally the same hair as the latest one up for free on his page, just with the hairline moved over slightly. Literally doesn't even need new hair chops.

If it was free I'd have no complaints at all, but AH00B is literally making a minimum of $6,444 a month if all of his 3,222 patrons are there for his $2 early access. And if it wasn't for Ayoshi, it seems, patrons would be getting 3 hairs a month only. Can you imagine making 6K+ a month to make 3 small hair edits?

On that note though... AH00B/Austin has had me blocked since I answered this ask yesterday, saying that no one would call him out for still doing early access when it seemed EA had banned it (for fear of getting hate or blocked), without me ever interacting with him otherwise. Ironic, I know. Which was extra strange because Ayoshi and I were having a long conversation about clearing the air regarding the early access situation, and in the middle of that I realized I was blocked. I sat on it a bit, because I have to say that Ayoshi was extremely patient in his conversation with me and I truly believe he wanted to have a genuine discussion. But he is not the owner of the patreon and all the responsibility does not lie with him. Even if they are best friends, Ayoshi is not the one that should be handling this for him. And since then, Austin still has not unblocked me or made any move to indicate that he wants to discuss this with anyone or hear any sort of criticism. He has no obligation to speak with me or anyone else, but I can't understand how the air can be cleared if everyone involved isn't willing to communicate with one another, and Ayoshi was the one to reach out to me rather than the other way around.

I understand having anxiety and not wanting to be criticized. But this isn't drama. These people are running businesses, with a good amount of cash involved, but not wanting to actually manage their business. Business owners need to put out statements and hold high standards to match that of their customers, and if they don't, what happens? They go under. Even if the community itself doesn't matter to you, a time comes when you have to put your big boy pants on and do something to at least protect your income. Either by changing your model and actions or looking for another job. If EA's latest flip flopping made you panic, good. As I said in the DMs, it should be a wake-up call. And if getting criticism against your business is causing you such unrest and anxiety that you cannot eat, sleep, or function properly, you need to pause your patreon and cc making and seek help for you mental health immediately. If that's not the case, and you're still able to function here, you need to get a handle on your business.

I don't see Austin or any of the other top cc creators saying a word about any of the problems with early access, not even to call out the "bad ones" they like to point to so often to deflect from themselves. Within the past couple days, eacc creators have been sharing patron's personal information and setting crazy long "reasonable" time periods, and I haven't heard a word from any of them about it. Why? It doesn't matter to them. The community doesn't matter to them. Just like it didn't when exclusive creators were doxxing and harassing and all any eacc creator could do was say, "well that's awful, but I'm not like that, don't forget early access is okay and we're not scammers". They got more angry about someone making a list of everyone that was continuing early access, which was publicly available on each of their blogs, than they did about the list of patrons' private information being passed around. All that's important is avoiding criticism and protecting their bottom line, and it shows every time something like this happens.

It honestly makes me sad. Many of the creators that have acted the way we've seen in the past few days, are ones I previously admired. AH00B is a creator that I've downloaded almost all the cc of, and his hairs were some of the first I recolored when I first started making cc. I use his and Ayoshi's clothing often in lookbooks. But because I expressed disappointment in him and others over early access, I'm considered a hater that needs to be blocked and silenced. Sorry, but that doesn't work for me. If we can't speak privately, I have to at least make my thoughts known on my own blog.

I don't think users are getting anything better from him now that he's getting paid, than they were when he was creating for free. The content is repeatedly recycled, and not worth paying for in my opinion. There is no engagement with anyone here other than to promote patreon. I don't think he's an active member of this community whatsoever, and like I said in the DMs: these creators are not people I can consider friends or peers anymore. AH00B is not a simblr, it's a brand. Its only purpose here is to make money and nothing else. And because of that, I can no longer support it.

I highly recommend giving the [deleted] a read, because I express more of my thoughts on early access and its effect on the community there. I have no ill will towards Ayoshi or Austin, but I hope that they realize the community is tired of all this. It's been drained dry, and whether any of these creators want to believe it or not, it isn't going to last much longer.

Edit: Ayoshi asked me to remove the conversation between us, so the links have been removed.

[clanoffelidae]

I will condemn actions and beliefs I find disgusting, but I also condemn attacking the people who do/hold them for things that have nothing to do with morality or character

Attack Jeff Bezos cause he’s a billionaire, not cause he’s bald

I think hate-nonny’s arguments are disgusting, but I’m not gonna condemn or disregard their efforts in something that is very hard for them and has nothing to do with the argument >:/ and if this situation DOES end up with hate-nonny’s writing being made public I better not see anyone else attacking the way they write either. Attack their arguments, not their writing, or you’ll find I’m gonna turn around and come after you too for being a dickwad

[griffxnnage]

i’ve never requested anything before so hopefully... i do it somewhat right. first off, congratulations on 100 followers! i was hoping to get a ship, preferably a male marauders era? i’m a 5’4” slytherdor (you can choose either to work with i don’t mind) she/her, i’m an infj, lowkey heavily closeted but in the case of this i’m male leaning lol. i’m rather shy but once i get to know people more and are comfortable with them i’m more.. out there. i play sports and am rather athletic but i’m still sort of chubby haha. i love sitting around and listening to music (abba, led zeppelin, arctic monkeys, fleetwood mac, etc) especially on vinyl as well as reading books and baking:) hopefully this is enough, thank you so much, and again congrats!!!

you requested just right, nonnie!! then again, there’s so many ways to do this.

i ship you with james potter!!

both of you playing quidditch together, with you as chaser and him as seeker, and having an absolute blast whenever you play.

after games, you two would blast abba on the radio that lily brought in the common room, to the horror of the first years.

“YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN!” “YOUNG AND SWEET-” “SHUT UP!” “oop, sorry,” *whispering* “only seventeen,”

he’d also eat everything you baked, even if it was still raw. salmonella who?

join my 100 followers celebration!

[littlemessyjessi]

“Hazelnut Gelato”: Joe Mazzello Imagine: Plus Size Reader

Joe Mazzello Imagine Joe Mazzello x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Fighting with Joe....

Your blood boiled like lava.

Your veins bulged like the roots of a tree being ripped from the ground.

Your brain fired at full speed.

"Joe!" you snapped.

"What?" he snapped right back.

Truth be told...ya'll had been at it all day.

Neither one of you knew what crawled up the other's ass but you were both ill as fuck.

And being really shitty to each other.

So when you opened the fridge to see that there was literally an empty milk jug sitting on the top shelf.....

You just fucking lost it.

You didn't even say anything.

You didn't even think.

You just snatched it out and threw it at him.

He dodged it of course.

"Hey! What the fuck?!" he said, brows drawn together over angry eyes. "You nearly hit me!"

"That was the intention, Joseph." you nearly growled.

"Um, why?" he said.

Your eye twitched as you stared at the empty milk jug.

Three.

Two.

One.

"BECAUSE YOU PUT AN EMPTY FUCKING MILK JUG BACK IN THE FRIDGE! WHO PUTS AN EMPTY JUG BACK IN THE FRIDGE?!? THROW IT AWAY! THE GARBAGE IS RIGHT THERE BESIDE IT! AND THERE'S CEREAL MILK IN THE DAMN BOWL IN THE SINK, JOSEPH! IT'S SPRINGTIME MOTHER FUCKER! THE ANTS WILL BE EVERYWHERE! AND IT HURTS MY FUCKING FEELINGS BECAUSE YOU DON'T CARE.  YOU JUST LEAVE SHIT OUT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT'LL DRIVE ME NUTS AND I'LL CLEAN IT UP BECAUSE MY FUCKING ANXIETY MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY MIND.  AND IT'S NOT FAIR. I'M YOUR PARTNER NOT YOUR MAID AND YOU DON'T CARE!"

Your chest was heaving when you finished!

And you were crying.

Of course.

Because this is what you did.  

You'd rather just avoid conflict and not saying anything and then it all builds up...and you break down.

Joe just stared at you which made you feel worse.

Your shoulders sagged and your eyes filled with tears again before turning around.

He reached out to grab you, to talk to you- but you just jerked your arm away.

"Just leave me alone."

You grabbed your keys and left.

You ended up taking the back way so he couldn't see where you were going if he decided to look out the window.

And you just walked.

Your phone rang and rang until you turned it off and just kept going.

You made it about three blocks before you came to an Italian deli/diner that you liked.

They always had the best fresh cold cuts and homemade gelato by Nonni.

Her name was Trisola Cappolina and her father was an immigrant to this country.  

He and his brother founded Cappolina bakery in their early twenties and it's been a long standing business in the neighborhood since.

But no one called her that.  

She was just Nonni - even if she wasn't your Nonni- she was your Nonni.

She was everyone's Nonni and you'd known her since you were five years old and came into the bakery with your lemonade stand earnings to buy fresh gelato every Saturday.

So it should've been no surprise when you came through that door and set down....that you had a bowl of freshly made hazelnut gelato.

It was a staple here and no one made it like her.

You smiled a little because you know how much Joe loved it.

A pair of weathered hands, a little knotted with arthritis but still strong with years of work settled on the table in front of you.

You looked up to see Nonni- of course.

Nonni was a beautiful woman in her 70s.

Her dark hair had long since turned white and she kept it braided into a long braid that fell down her back.

Her husband, Tony, still joked about it occasionally being his way to hang on tight to his wild woman.

They were honestly the sweetest people you'd ever known and had a love story that you could only dream of.

"Tell Nonni what's wrong." she said..."And eat up.  You're getting skinny again."

You snorted, "Nonni, I am in no way, shape or form.  And I've gained five pounds since I was in here last."

But you ate anyway.

She shrugged, "Eh, that man you have likes your soft figure anyway.  I'm sure he'll appreciate some more to hold."

A sad smile pulled at your features and Nonni nodded.

"Oh, it's the man then." she said. "Tell me what's happened."

You explained the events of the day and how you felt...and how you'd blown up and run off.

She listened and then she laughed.

You were damn near offended and it showed.

"I'm sorry, honey. It's just- you sit here with this heartbroken look on your face and I get that it feels that way. " she laughed. "But do you have any idea how many fights Tony and I have had?  I literally threw a cleaver at him when I thought he'd left the clothes in the washer all day.   To be fair, it was my dress for my mother's birthday and I was pregnant with our first child but ..."

You burst into laughter at that.

"The point is that- you're gonna fight, honey." she said. "That's natural.  And honestly, it's good.  You need to be able to do that without having an end of the world experience."

You bit your lip.

"And you're not having an end of the world, kid.  I promise." she said. "You're just upset and you need to blow off some steam and have something to eat.   Give it a bit and go home and talk to him.  I know that boy.  He'll be chasing you in no time.  Have you checked your phone?"

"I turned it off because he kept calling." you shrugged, feeling a bit bad.

"Good." she laughed with a wink.  "Make him sweat.  Just teasing darling but really, just give it a bit of time.  Let him blow off some steam and you can too.  In the mean time, how long has it been since you help Dante with the pizzas?"

"Forever!" you gushed, thinking back to your high school job.  "Can I?"

"Yes, you can!" her oldest son said popping his head through the wind.  "Get an apron on, wash your hands and get in here!"

The two of you laughed and you rushed into the back.

You were having a blast like you were sixteen again, making pizzas after school and your mood actually changed so much.  

You were thinking a lot clearer and poor Dante was thanking god for your sudden arrival.

No one had been able to replace you in that department and you were slinging them out like nothing had changed and that the dinner rush didn't phase you a bit.

Soon enough, the rush passed and you helped Nonni clean up when you heard the bell.

Her youngest granddaughter, Maria, manned the counter so you didn't bother to look up.

Nonni tapped you on the shoulder and pulled you over to the door.

You peeked through and your heart just melted.

There was Joe.

The love of your life sitting there looking like a kicked puppy.

His long fingers were threaded together as his hands rested on the table and he stared at them miserably.

"Ready to forgive him?" Nonni asked and you nodded with a smile.

"There's still a bit of today's hazelnut gelato in the cooler." she said. "I hear it's the best around."

You gave her a grin and a peck to the cheek before plating it up for him.

You were quiet as you made your way to his table and set it down in front of him.

"Oh." he said not looking up. "Thanks... I guess. Did I order this? I don't even remember but I guess whatever.  You know, my girlfriend likes this.  I like it too but it's her favorite.  Oh god, I really fu-"

"I hear Nonni has the best hazelnut gelato." you said with a small smile. "Good for settling arguments, I hear."

His head snapped up and his eyes locked on you.

"Babe?" he said confused.  "What are- why- how? Babe, I'm so-"

You glanced around to see that the diner was empty except for the two of you- and the owners in the back.

You simply sat down in his lap and you could basically see his body relax at the feeling of you in his arms again.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders while your other hand rested on his jaw, "Listen, Joe. I'm sorry."

"No, babe- I'm - " he started.

"Let me finish." you said. "I'm sorry for yelling at you.  I mean, I did mean part of what I said.   How I said it isn't exactly what I meant and I certainly didn't mean to explode.  But I should've just taken a second to tell  you instead of letting it build all day and then exploding."

He shook his head, "Baby, I - I'm so sorry.  I promise, I'll do better."

"How about we both do better and I promise not to throw a cleaver at you when you leave wet clothes in the washer?" you asked.

He looked at oddly, "What?"

"Sorry." you shrugged. "Wrong love story."

"Nonni?" he asked and you nodded.  "She and Tony do have a pretty cool one."

He leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, "But I like ours much better."

"Me too." you said before pecking his lips and standing up.  

He whined of course.

"Oh, well if you don't want to join everyone else for the nightly ritual of eating the leftovers...I'll just eat MY HOMEMADE PIZZAS by myself." you said.

"Wait...you?   What the hell, babe?!" he said shoving you out of the way and barreling into the kitchen.

"She was holding out on me!" he said and proceeded to hug everyone before shoveling food into his face.

"Maybe you should come work here again." Nonni joked. "Takes me back to that sixteen year old little nerd staring at my protegee like she was the center of his universe."

"Thanks Nonni." you said before sitting down on Joe's knee. "Also, ha, Nonni just called you a nerd."

"Worth it." he said through mouthfuls of pizza.  

Hello darlings! Hope you enjoyed this little piece and have a wonderfully awesome day!

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello my lovely. I did an ask a few days ago but just realised it was 2 asks in one and I should have probably only asked one at a time. So my ask is, there is a fantastic fic (wip not updated since 2020 but it’s left in a good place and it being unfinished should not put people off reading it), it’s called “You Ain’t Alone” by Enduring Chill. Sherlock has been burned and is scarred down one side of his face and body. Are there any other fics where Sherlock has to cope with facial scarring?

Hey Nonny!

I did get that ask; I don't answer every ask, and many asks I keep aside for either fic lists or for content for later, so I apologize for the delay in a reply. It WAS to be answered when I had a suitable timeslot! :D But I appreciate you splitting the ask up so I have content, LOL.

First, the fic you suggested:

You Ain't Alone by EnduringChill (M, 163,064+ w., 88/? Ch. || WiP || Post-HLV, Grief/Mourning, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Scars / Scarring, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Minor Injury) – In this universe, Moriarty does not save Sherlock from his death mission. The jet carries him to Eastern Europe to battle the Russians. Sherlock has every intention of beating the odds and returning to John. A blast and a fire leave Sherlock with severe burns across his body and face. Mycroft takes matter into his own hands to oversee Sherlock's rehabilitation and recovery. A terrible decision is made that will alter both Sherlock and John forever. Their separate paths to healing bring them closer together than they realise. A story that proves that no matter what forces pull them apart, John and Sherlock always find a way back to one another.

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Sounds like a fantastic read, and glad to know that it "ends" at a satisfactory spot :)

As for similar fics, the best I can do for you is offer you my Scars fic lists, but as far as I recall, none of them have facial scarring in them:

Scars

Scars Pt. 2

So sadly I can't give you exactly what you want.

BUT!! If any of my Lovelies and Lurkers™ have a fic that they can suggest, please do!! :D

Hope you have a great day, Nonny, and sorry again for the delay.

[incarnateirony]

Lol I'm not reading that entire novella of a wank post. In any case, ublock origin and ghostery work on tumblr so nah, sorry, you only get 2 cents from me, not 10.

“I literally refuse to read what I’m pretending to be righteously angry about because I fundamentally know my entire position is based on my wilfull ignorance and refusal to admit I’m the assbag who is physically incapable of controlling myself from attacking someone in their own space or spreading absolute horse shit in DM” and pretending I’m the wanker here. Get a god damn life.

(Edit update: at the bottom it’s kinda become transparent that the person at the heart of it is sending all the anons complete with geolock so lmao fuck off with your ridiculous shit. This post has been truncated to focus on the new data)

The fucking hilarity that your heads are crammed SO thoroughly up your asses that you can’t tell the difference between “someone having a strong opinion you don’t like in their own space” and “multiple people relentlessly besieging all of their social media and trying to undercut years-long friendships in petty wrath by manipulating a conversation for a weeks long grudgewank they’ve been telling you to stop, but we value fractal emotional validation rather than the complete reality of the situation that would realistically make us the harassing assbags, so as long as we stay ignorant and refuse to ask for it, because the same person is only supplying it on request to still try to not over-damage the guilty party who refuses the same human dignity to the person they’re targeting, we’re innocent somehow!”, while you fucking T-pose out there about y’all being bullied. Like, how does your own bullshit taste, or have you already cleared your colon and started passing up past your trachea again? 

Has it even remotely occurred to you that 0 people are coming for any of you, despite weeks of this, but you’re still collectively coming at me? Do you even care? No, you don’t. 

What a fascinating self-demonstrating display of the very conversation that set this all off, about this fandom’s addiction to arguing for validation rather than accepting content or moving on, and engineered clout wars. Keep goin.

Oh and by the way.

If you’re going to try to pretend you’re innocent here, and that you aren’t sending your own vicious anons, at least use a VPN, jesus christ.

Yeah no, you want me to put it on public blast so you can try to victim pose again. But I’ll just defer readers to you attacking living circumstances outside of my control. No wonder you never showed up in my inbox, Nonnie. Because you’re not a Nonnie, you’re just the person causing this.

Oh wow look how many times you’ve spammed my inbox and hopped to the replies just to pick new fights

Hop off my dick, sis. Like I can literally SEE your ass stalking my blog

So I’m going to point out that service provider BT has a line in their terms of service  "Respecting other people’s views, and their right to express them freely", which forbids users from promoting or threatening violence, abusing or harassing anyone, or encouraging hate. Extra points to BT for putting their policy in plain English.

Send me one more fucking anon and see what happens.

Nice screen resolution tho.

(14 hour later update: Oh wow look at that no new assbag anons from that location! GOOD ON YOU. A literal record of you leaving me the fuck alone after two weeks of your shit, not minding the DMs I’m actively hearing about of you still snaking around. No, proxying it through a friend isn’t gonna stop that. If this doesn’t immediately terminate in the next 24 hours, I will be contacting your service provider. While I’m unclear on the limitations on pressing charges for harassment and slander internationally, I’m very clear on the ability to make them turn off your internet. But should they provide me any advice on the former, I will gladly accept it.)

[5sosbitchfest]

Nono I didn't think you chose not to reply to my ask bc it was something personal I just thought that maybe you didn't like it in a way that it was unimportant or inaccurate or summ... just that, nothing else. Sorry for my English lol and again I wasn't trying to be rude.

You’re totally fine, nonnie. If you could send your ask again about them, I’ll happily post it.

[birdonahotdog]

The weather is beautiful... nothings “wrong”... and I feel super depressed? My life has been reduced to really just going to work and I feel unfulfilled, so I’m reaching out to ask what are your hobbies? What do you do to meet new people and occupy your time when you’re not at work/school? Love you always ✌️

i’m sorry, nonny 😩 i’ve been going thru that feeling on and off lately, too, so i’m w/u. my main hobby is probably reading! not exactly a social meet-new-people activity but you could make it one (book clubs, ur local bookstore events, etc.)! going to the driving range and playing tennis when the weather’s decent enough. truly anything that gets me outside and moving, i love. i recently bought a hula hoop and have frankly been having a blast making a fool of myself alone in my apt while watching the same old tv shows and movies that i’ve already seen 100 times over? again, not a meet-new-people thing, but 10/10 would recommend for ur soul and happiness. umm, my best friend and i go out for coffee and to barnes and noble a lot (like,, a lot a lot lol)?? and idk where u live so this may or may not be relevant for u, but we’re also making a point to volunteer for the 2020 campaigns as they progress so we can Help and Be Involved and also meet and make connections w/new ppl in our community that we probably wouldn’t have otherwise. meeting new ppl is something i’ve been trying to navigate and figure out lately as well so i don’t have much advice to offer beyond that, tbh. mainly, i’ve just been try to find more and different things to occupy my time and headspace that don’t involve the internet or social media bc, while a valid and fine time-occupier and a great way to connect w ppl at times, it can also be a real drag and leave you feeling even more depressed and unfulfilled than u did before, yk? i hope this was in any way helpful and wish u all the good vibes!! love u always, too, my friend! ✌🏼💞