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wherethingscomebackx · 3 years

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Top 25 Larry Fics of 2020

h 2020 was HELLISH. So thank you to all the writers, and I mean ALL of them, who kept us occupied as the world continues to burn.

You may be familiar with these lists:

Top 25 Larry fics of 2016

Top 25 Larry fics of 2017

Top 25 Larry fics of 2018

Top 25 Larry fics of 2019

We’re going on our 5th year!! As always, I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is Larry. I like making lists and I like Larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2020 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

25.) a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

24.) even the best laid plans by @falsegoodnight (25k)

“Anyways,” Louis stresses, narrowing his eyes, “just let me say it and then rate how terrible of an idea it is on a scale from one to ten.”

“Alright,” Zayn agrees, sitting up expectantly.

“I want to ask Harry Styles to take my virginity,” Louis blurts, holding his hands out for emphasis.

The way Zayn’s eyes bulge is almost comical. “Negative infinity,” he says, voice choked. “Negative infinity times negative infinity.”

“Technically, a negative times a negative is -”

“Really negative infinity,” Zayn corrects himself, shaking his head wildly. “Louis, what the fuck?”

Or, Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

23.) A Distant Hazy Light by @greenfeelings (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

22.) Ghost Note Symphony by whoknows (96k)

Louis is on tour when he first hears about it. It’s all over the news – Harry Styles Attacked By Fan runs in headlines for days. It’s not even just the gossip rags, either. Actual journalists are covering the story. It would have been impossible to avoid hearing about it. Technically, Oli is the one who tells Louis about it, but it’s not exactly being covered up. Harry doesn’t answer Louis’ text asking if he’s alright, but that’s not really surprising. They haven’t spoken for months, and it’s been a lot longer than that since they’ve had a real conversation. The sting of the text going unanswered is still there, less painful than it might have been a few years ago.

It’s not that it’s easy to forget about, exactly. Louis has a whole life outside of One Direction now, though. So Louis goes on with his life, figuring that if Harry was seriously hurt he would have heard about it by now. He might currently be in the same country as Harry, but being on opposite sides of it puts enough distance between them that putting it in the back of his mind is easy. There’s nothing Louis could do, even if he thought Harry might want him to.

That’s why everything that happens next comes as a complete shock to him.

21.) Until by @allwaswell16 (38k)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

20.) Strangers in Love by sweetums (42k)

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

19.) A Long Way From The Playground by Pink_Sunsets (170k)

One Direction is broken up. They broke up five years ago. That should be the end of the story, right?

Harry is finished with One Direction. He now has a new life, one with two kids and a successful solo career. And he’s happy.

But a call one night from management flips Harry’s whole new life upside down, and he’s forced to face the life he had left behind.

As well as a certain blue eyed man who had left him behind.

18.) my love’s not simple (it’s fragile) by @falsegoodnight (27k)

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asks. “My shift ends at 7 but we can go for dinner at 8.”

Louis is silent for a few seconds and then, “Like… on a date?”

Harry swallows thickly. He hasn’t done this in years, hasn’t ever wanted to. “Yeah.”

He’s worried he’s misread things but then Louis raises his head to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Yeah,” he says easily. “Sure.”

Tension leaves his body swiftly. “Are you sure?” asks Harry. “I know we’re both so busy but I can’t not try with you, Lou.”

“Neither can I,” says Louis. “I think we can figure it out. I care about you a lot Harry. We’ve known each other for a week, but I already like you so much.”

Or Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

17.) Cocaine for Breakfast by @harryeatsburger (309k)

“It’s an easy job.” He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. “Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic.”

Louis gazes over to Harry. He’s looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he’s talking more to himself than Louis.

“Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing.”

That’s not how Louis remembers it to be, “You lying?” He honestly can’t tell.

Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes.

“No,” He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, “I won’t put you in any dangerous situation.” His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth.

or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

16.) Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren (4k)

I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

15.) the way the storm blows by @rbbsbb (21k)

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

14.) bruise you like a peach by @falsegoodnight (40k)

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

13.) Watching The World Fall by whoknows (11k)

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

12.) Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 (38k)

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

11.) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes by @purpledandeli0n (85k)

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

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Pirate AU

10.) Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

9.) We Both Got Nothing to Hide by lovelarry10 (43k)

“Talk to me, Lou.”

“I can’t,” Louis mumbled, knowing he genuinely couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit to what he was doing. “Don’t ask me to say it, because I can’t.”

“Then… I’ll try and guess. You’ve… got some stuff of Harry’s. Something of his to make it smell like him?”

Louis just nodded, eyes fixated on the floor. This was humiliating, but he knew Zayn wouldn’t stop until he found out what was going on.

“Okay. Like… a blanket, or a comforter or something?”

“Kind of…”

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

8.) sleeping on our problems by @falsegoodnight (67k)

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down.

There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word.

His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

7.) like it’s a game by @soldouthaz (32k)

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

and louis.

6.) before we knew by @falsegoodnight (39k)

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

5.) Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (114k)

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

4.) You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by @harryrainbows (95k)

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

3.) The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

2.) Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

1.) Collision by @tequiladimples (224k)

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

#larry #larry stylinson #larry fic rec #harry styles #louis tomlinson #fic rec #one direction #1d #one direction fic rec #larry fan fiction #updated because I'm an idiot and added a zarry fic

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 3 years

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The Wrong Kind of Stardust (Legolas x Reader)

Synopsis: After taking Legolas, your partner, to visit your “Stardust” addict brother, things get a little chaotic.

A/N: I’ve been thinking about Legolas a lot lately, and one thought that’s recently crossed my mind is “what if Legolas got high on crack?” and my brain ran with the rest. Sometimes you just gotta write about an elf on cocaine.

Warnings: drug abuse, addiction, peer pressure, mentions of sex, a very crazy and over-the-top elf high on Stardust.

Dismounting your respective horses, both you and Legolas dropped to the pine needles below. You had finally arrived at your brother’s secluded cottage in the forest, away from the hustle and bustle of the cities.

“I can’t believe he actually managed to afford a place to live,” you scoffed, thinking of your brother.

He had suffered many years with addiction to “Stardust”—a white powder when once inhaled, made your body react faster and more impulsively than usual.

“Try to be optimistic,” Legolas soothed. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and kissed your head. “Keep in mind how much you want your older brother at our wedding, and that’ll put things into perspective.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, supposing he was right. “This wouldn’t be the first time Franny lied about ‘being better’, though.”

“No,” Legolas agreed, walking you both forward towards the cottage, arm around your back. “But this is the first time he’s said so upon us getting married in a month.”

The grin he gave you was one brimming in lovesickness, as he studied your eyes.

You arched a brow up at him over his words, knowing exactly how elvish marriages were undertaken, and how you technically already were husband and wife.

Catching your expression, he cleared his throat sheepishly, and responded with, “Well…married formally, at least.”

You rolled your eyes away from him, but couldn’t fight the smile on your face. However, it soon ran away, as you both arrived at the closed front door.

You inhaled tightly, and spoke aloud. “Here we are, I suppose.”

Hearing the premature disappointment in your voice, Legolas looked down his side at you. Grabbing hold of both of your hands, he gazed into your eyes and reassured you.

“Hey,” he lulled, earning your full attention. “It’s all going to be fine, all right? You needn’t worry about your family embarrassing you in front of me, like you mentioned on the road. We’ve talked about this whole ‘prince and commoner’ thing at length. I wouldn’t have…married you if I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”

Your heart melted and your knees turned to mush, as you smiled up at him—bursting with love.

He returned the look and brought one hand up to cup your cheek. Running a thumb along your cheekbone, he began tilting your head upwards.

Still feeling your stomach flutter after all these years, you eyed him in excitement, before steadily closing your lids.

Right before his lips could brush against yours, however, the door to your brother’s cottage slammed opened.

Jolting away from one another, you both looked at Francis in shock. He looked every bit like you, but taller.

A broad grin was on Francis’ face, as he eyed his sister up.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed, rushing forwards to tackle you into a hug. “I’m so glad you made it! Oh! I haven’t seen you in years! And to think that you’re now getting married! Speaking of which—”

He pulled back from squeezing you blue, to size up Legolas instead. He strutted forwards with a low, manly laugh, and gripped a suddenly rigid and wide-eyed Legolas tight on the shoulders.

“My future brother-in-law!” he exclaimed, quickly pulling the protesting elf into a bear hug. “An elf, AND a prince! I can’t believe how well my sister scored!”

Laughing nervously, Legolas awkwardly wrapped his arms around Francis, patting him on the back. The only person he’d ever truly been skin-to-skin intimate with was you. Everyone else got a closed fist to the chest, or a shoulder clasp.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Francis,” Legolas said, politely.

“Francis?” he exclaimed, pulling back and holding Legolas straight by the shoulders. “Who are you, my mother? Don’t be so formal, your highness! You can just call me ‘Franny’, like Y/n here does!”

He turned to you with a broad grin, and you returned it, though, in a lipped manner. Legolas offered a tight and confused grin back, unsure at the best of times on how to interact with humans. Francis was certainly the most bizarre one he’d met yet.

He almost regretted encouraging you to visit him, but the thought of your nearing wedding day ahead drove him forward, as well as one simple, repetitive thought.

Do it for Y/n.

“Well, don’t be strangers now!” Francis pressed on, ushering you both inside. “Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Moonshine?”

“Tea is fine, Franny,” you said in an almost scolding tone, knowing he shouldn’t drink at all.

As you stepped inside of the home, you inspected every nook and cranny with your eyes—expecting bags of Stardust to be lying around.

However, to your surprise, there were none.

“Tea coming right up!” Franny declared, whisking away to the kitchen. “Please! Make yourselves at home down at the table!”

Legolas thanked him with a smile, and sat you down in a gentlemanly manner, before taking his seat next to you.

Looking around the room, and pleasantly surprised with your brother, you voiced so aloud.

“Wow, Franny, this place actually looks amazing! I’m quite proud of you—it seems as though you’ve really cleaned up your act this time, as opposed to the last occasion.”

“I’m completely clean, sister!” his voice came from the kitchen. You could also hear the whistling of a kettle and the rattling of drawers.

You smiled up at Legolas with excitement in your eyes, as you truly believed your brother. He returned your smile, and offered a brighter one as you spoke.

“I think he’s really done it…should we invite him now?”

“Absolutely,” he encouraged. “Do you want to go get the invitation out of the saddle-bags?”

Nodding resolutely, you stood to your feet. You placed a peck against his lips, before leaving out the door again.

“Make friends with him,” you said, before leaving with a happy skip in your step.

He waved you goodbye, before Francis’ voice caught his attention.

“Y/n! Hey, do you think—oh, where’d she go?”

Legolas looked over his shoulder to find Francis’ head sticking out of the entranceway into the kitchen, as he looked left and right for his sister.

“She’s just stepped outside for a moment,” Legolas answered, politely.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Francis dropped his act, and his expression.

The change in demeanour chased the smile away from Legolas’ face, as he parted his lips in shock up at the man.

“I beg your pardon?” Legolas asked, already on the “what did you just say about my wife?” boat.

“She can be a real nagger sometimes,” Francis explained. He dropped to his knees and pulled a wooden plank out from the floorboards. Underneath, a brown bag of white powder lay.

He fetched it quickly, and came to sit on the couch next to Legolas, but a few feet away. Francis then began pouring a handful out, where he next went onto inhaling some.

“What are you doing?!” Legolas nearly squealed, jumping to his feet, as if a snake was just placed next to him.

“Elevating myself. What’s it look like, elf?” Francis sassed, quirking a brow up at Legolas.

“Are you insane?” the angry side of Legolas emerged. “Y/n just left to retrieve your wedding invitation, and you’re betraying her trust?”

“Relax, would you?” Francis complained, inhaling more of the dust from his hand. “What she doesn’t know won’t kill her.”

“Uh, I’m standing right here,” Legolas pointed out, gesturing to his body.

Looking his brother-in-law up and down, Francis replied, using a very monotonous voice. “Uh, yeah, I can see that. You’re a real stud of a stallion, so what?”

“No, that’s not what I—” Legolas went to defend himself. However, he bit his tongue and pressed both hands together in a praying motion. He brought said hands up to his face, and rested his forehead against them.

Closing his eyes, Legolas took a deep breath of his own.

“Wow, you look really stressed there, my friend,” Franny pointed out, holding the bag up next. “Would you like to try some?”

Jolted back into his senses, Legolas gaped down at the man for a minute in shock, before anger gave way again. “NO, FRANCIS! I WOULD NOT LIKE SOME OF YOUR DRUGS! Y/n will be devastated when she finds out you’re using again! And I encouraged her to give you another chance—I see why she was so against it now.”

The frown and glare of Legolas only deepened, as Franny rose to his feet, squaring up with the slightly taller elf.

“Hey, pal, you have no idea what I’m all about,” he growled, nodding his head in gesture of the elf. “And besides, who are you to judge? You’ve never even tried Stardust before!”

“Oh,” Legolas scoffed, rolling his eyes, “excuse me for having never done drugs before, what a horribly ignorant elf I am.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Francis urged, holding up a handful to Legolas’ nose. “C’mon, just a little sniff! You’ll feel a lot calmer soon, I promise!”

“No!” Legolas rejected, swatting his hands. “Get that stuff away from me, Francis!”

“C’mon!” Francis drew out, trying to put it underneath Legolas’ dodging nose. “Just a little bit of Stardust won’t hurt you!”

“No, but it’ll hurt Y/n!” he protested, trying to move away from the adamant man.

“Just a little!” he urged again, chasing Legolas, as the elf was backed into a corner.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“YES!”

“I SAID NO!”

“Okay, you know what?” Francis rolled his eyes, now fully having the elf cornered. “Here!”

With one big puff of air, the entire handful of Stardust blew into Legolas’ face, entering his system almost immediately.

Legolas rapidly blinked his eyes open and shut, as he tried to get rid of the dust. The white powder danced between the man and elf in an equal amount, getting both high very quickly.

As the dust fluttered down to the floor, looking as though a bag of flour had just exploded, Legolas stared at his brother-in-law in shock.

“You…” he attempted to say, before he felt the pumping of his heart increase.

“Oh, yes, my friend,” Francis grinned, nodding his head. “You’re in for a good time…”

Outside, you had finally found the wedding invitation in your saddle-bag, now heading back on over towards the cottage.

You barely had time to announce your presence again, for the first thing you saw upon re-entering was your brother and husband kneeled on the floor, speaking fast and brooming up…flour?

“I feel like everything’s gonna work out, you know? Because I’m like clockwork!” your brother said, all in one go, to Legolas, as they quickly broomed everything up. “Look how fast I’m cleaning this mess up! Clockwork! I’m moving super-fast! Look at me go!”

Legolas nodded vehemently, and raised one finger to speak over the top of your brother, as they both continued vigorously cleaning the floor.

“Y-You know what’s funny? Can I speak? You know what’s funny?” he began, quick as a whip. “I feel like I should be panicking right now, and I am a little bit, but in a very, very good way—like a good kind of panic, because I feel like I want to die right now, but I also feel very, very good—”

“Hey!” you called, staring at them in confusion. “What on earth are you guys doing?”

“Y/n!” Legolas gasped, shooting to his feet.

Jumping over the couch in a way that made your eyes go wide, Legolas was instantly stood before you.

“I feel amazing!” he revealed, grabbing a chunk of blonde hair either side of his head, and pulling outwards. “LOOK HOW LONG MY HAIR IS! It’s growing out of my head right now—can you believe that? Isn’t that sort of disgusting? Ew, I’ve just made myself feel uncomfortable in my own body—”

Legolas gasped brightly, and met your eyes again. This was where you saw how dilated they were.

“CAN I BORROW YOUR BODY INSTEAD?” he asked, suddenly grabbing your waist. “THAT’S A BRILLIANT IDEA! And I know how to go inside, too, so it’ll all feel much better soon—”

“Are you high on…Stardust?!” you exclaimed, removing his hands from your waist.

Legolas blinked down at you rapidly for a few seconds, before slowly answering.

“No…?”

“I can’t believe it,” you seethed. Pushing past Legolas, you glared down at your laughing brother. “You’re absolutely deplorable, Francis! Don’t even THINK about showing up to the wedding!”

You tore up his invitation, and threw it down onto the ground below. You next began shoving a reluctant Legolas out of the house.

Fortunately, once he felt the pine needles on his feet (he was barefoot, for some reason), he gasped loudly and took off running.

“LOOK HOW GREEN IT IS!” he exclaimed. “HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED HOW GREEN IT IS? THE COLOURS ARE BURSTING RIGHT NOW ALL AROUND ME. I feel as though it’s sort of designed in my honour, you know? As in, nature really understands—SQUIRREL—what my name means.”

You rubbed your temples with a grinding of your teeth, as you watched your husband sprint off to climb a tree, where he beckoned you to join.

Growling, you spoke lowly under your breath.

“This is going to be a long ride home…”

Hearing a strangled yelp, you noticed that Legolas had already fallen out of the tree. You sighed, and began walking over—already knowing your words to be true.

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thran-duils · 3 years

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And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (P.1)

Title: And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mafia!Tony Stark. Too many fringe gangs were making ties and your father noticed. He reached out to the Stark mob for an alliance, offering up a piece of his territory at first. When Stark told him he had enough land, your father offered up the next best thing: you. He knew Stark needed a wife and what better way to solidify a relationship between the two mafia families? You were not naïve, you knew the life and you were trained with guns and negotiations. Your father had made sure of that. The two of you had seen each other on multiple occasions at mafia get togethers and knew of each other. Stark accepted the transaction but little did he know he was going to get a little hellion handed over to him that would not kiss the ground he walked on. He would grow to love it too. Words: 1,656 Warnings (more WILL be added, I am sure): Eventual smut, power dynamics, sexism, smut, public sex, fingering, dom/sub powerplay, kidnapping, violence, death, knife kink, gun kink, angst with a happy ending

Author’s Note: READ the intro! This chapter starts there.

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You barely remember the wedding ceremony. There had been no courting, no engagement whatsoever to speak of between you and your now husband, Tony Stark. Your marriage was a business transaction between him and your father. The ceremony had been short and sweet, the reception being the thing people were most concerned with and between your father and Tony, the food and drink had been exceptional. You had kept your head about you, not drinking too much, and turning down drugs that had been offered. Tony had done the same, much to your surprise. He was being as cautious about you as you were being about him in turn; neither wanted the other to get the jump on them.

A town car, driven by one of his men, had come at the end of your night to take the two of you to the airport to your honeymoon. On the drive, the car was quiet, the pair of you on your phones or looking out the window, with small comments about the reception sprinkled in. Neither of you were pretending this was anything more than it was at this point; you were practically strangers, only having crossed paths a couple times a year before now.

Plus, you were not inclined to speak with him considering what you had been told by one of your bridesmaids. Tony had apparently been bragging about how he was going to get you into bed on the honeymoon. One of your girlfriends had happened to overhear him speaking to a handful of his men in what was supposed to be a private conversation. There had been comment from another about your ‘rack’ looking ‘delectable’ in your wedding gown and that term had made you gag. Another told him it should be ‘easy’ to get you on your back considering your reputation for clubbing. You despised the men in this business sometimes.

He had not gotten you into bed on the honeymoon. Much to his extreme annoyance; he had trouble hiding his temper, that much you had figured out already. You had kept yourself occupied with local attractions and the pool for the weekend.

His mansion was foreign to you and even after a month, you had still not settled in. And he was still trying to strong arm you with his comments and behavior to be submissive. Just like he was doing right now with his trying to order you around to get him and his men drinks. Fat chance. You stayed relaxed on your floatie, hearing June, your personal favorite of the servants because she was not an idiot and could hold a good conversation, gathering up the champagne to take over to them.

<><><>

Later in the evening, you came out of your closet, finding Tony walking into his. He was uncuffing his dress shirt and he stopped seeing you.

“That’s a nice dress,” Tony commented, his eyes running over you quickly, eyes only lingering at the tight fabric around your hips for the briefest of moments. “Mind telling me where you’re going?”

“Out.”

“Y/N.” There was warning in his tone.

He had an annoying habit of tracking you whenever you left the house. Whether or not he thought you were going to betray the marriage deal, cheat on him, or he was just a control freak – the last being very likely considering the sexism in the mafia – you were unsure. But it drove you up the wall he wanted tabs on you all the time.

Sighing as you dug through your clutch to make sure you had everything you needed, you told him, “I’m going out with my friends.”

“Where?” he pressed.

“The Bungalow,” you answered seeing your friend texted that she was outside. “It’s in Santa Monica.”

Tony chewed on the inside of his cheek, staring you down. You looked up at his silence finding the glower being aimed at you.

“What?” you asked exasperated.

“Be back by midnight.”

“You’re not my fucking parent, Tony.”

Tony rose his eyebrows in annoyance at your tone. “No, you’re right. I’m your husband. And as your husband, I’m telling you I want you back home by midnight. It doesn’t look good if you’re out partying until 3:00 in the morning all the time. That shit is gonna stop sooner rather than later.”

“It’s almost 8:00 and it takes a half hour—”

Tony cut in, “Then it sounds like you better stop arguing with me and get going.”

Clenching your jaw, you turned away from him and stomped out of your bedroom.

“Maybe invite your friends here next time! It’s not like there’s not a bar and pool here,” you heard him call after you.

You were suppressing the urge to scream as you descended the staircase. Just because you were married did not mean your life had to end. In the hall, you ran into one of his guys, Bucky, meandering with a drink in hand. He spotted you and gave you a smile. You forced an extremely fake one for a split second before storming past him out the front door.

Instead of forcing your friend to have to drive you home so early in the night and cutting their fun short, you risked taking an Uber by yourself back home. There were still cars outside which meant mafia members were still over. It was ten after midnight. You had had half a mind to invite your friends home, prepared to throw Tony’s words back at him about the pool and the bar. But you were afraid that the mafia would still be here and that had proven to be a legitimate fear. Plus, if Tony had lost his temper, you did not want to put your friends in that awkward position of witnessing that.

You slammed the front door as loudly as you could and immediately made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a stiff drink. Throwing your clutch onto the kitchen island, you kicked your shoes off as well, leaving them haphazardly on the tile. You could hear music and voices coming from down the hall in what you assumed was the billiard room.

The vodka cran was stiff just like you wanted, and you took a huge gulp, leaning on the counter.

Natasha walked into the kitchen, and she paused seeing you before smiling; you returned it weakly.

“Looking for the chip stash,” she told you as she moved towards the pantry. She rummaged around in there and emerged with a couple bags. She asked, “Are you going to join us?”

“No, thank you though,” you told her. “I’m gonna watch Netflix. That’s what people do when they’re forced home before midnight, right?”

Natasha looked uncomfortable and said, “I… suppose. Well, if you change your mind then we’re in the game room.”

“Thanks,” you said again and she left you there, like she could not wait to exit that awkward conversation.

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Tossing the chips on the table, Natasha told Tony, giving him a cringing look, “You really pissed Y/N off. You gave her a curfew?”

Bucky rose his eyebrows as he grabbed one of the bags. He slowly opened it, waiting for Tony to respond.

Tony looked down at his watch and realized it was in fact almost 12:30. He had lost track of the time. “She’s home, then?” Natasha nodded and he smirked in triumph. “Good.”

“So, did you?”

“She doesn’t need to be out dancing in clubs all the damn time now. It’s embarrassing and frankly insulting for me,” Tony responded. “She’s not available and she shouldn’t be acting as such. She’s got to respect me. If my own wife won’t, then what’s stopping everyone else from not doing it either?”

Natasha chewed on that and shrugged. “I can see that. But maybe you shouldn’t be so gloating about the fact she obeyed your rule. You should thank her for listening to you. Just my opinion. Might help melt down the ice a little bit.” Tony scowled and she pressed, “You know I’m right. Her coming back when you asked should build some trust, right?”

Tony said after a few beats, “In the morning.”

“No, now.”

“Who is whose boss, here?” Tony asked her, cocking his head incredulously.

She nudged him and he let out an exasperated sigh as he got up from the couch, putting his drink down on the table.

“You said you had next game right?” Rhodes asked as Tony walked by. He was playing against Wanda at the pool table.

“Yes, and I’m going to kick whoever’s ass it is,” Tony answered, leaving the room.

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Tony walked into the bedroom, finding you under the covers, watching Netflix.

You told him scornfully, “I know, I know. I was ten minutes late. I’m sorry. In my defense, I took an uber home because I didn’t wanna make Jasmine leave early. So, they got lost for a few.”

He held up his hand, his brows raised. “Easy, tiger. Ten minutes is not a huge issue. I was just… coming up to check on you.”

“Well, I’m fine,” you muttered, eyes going back to the television.

He pointed at your glass and asked, “Want a refill?” You eyed him suspiciously and he said, “Just asking.”

“No, thank you. I had enough at the bar, and this is gonna be my last.”

Tony nodded and said, “Right. Well, be sure to drink water before you go to bed. And thanks by the way… for listening to me and coming back on time.”

“You’re welcome…” you told him, confused as all hell at his out of left field behavior.

He nodded again and clapped his hands before turning on his heel and walking out.

“What the fuck?” you said under your breath to yourself.

Since when was he that calm?

Slowly, you sunk back into the pillows. You shot another look at the door, wondering what had gotten into him.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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JL Fic Recs: Angst With Happy Ending Pt. 3

Hey all!!

OKAY, so... I somehow LOST the original ask that this list was supposed to attach to, so I’m going to just offer it as a standalone list, because I need it posted for another ask I have, LOL.

So, for whoever asked about 2 months ago for Angst with a Happy Ending, this one is for you, LOL. I’m sorry, I have no idea why your post disappeared from my drafts. Enjoy, all, a rare List Without an Ask :). ENJOY!! And as usual, add your faves! <3

ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING Pt 3

See also:

Angst With a Happy Ending

Angst With a Happy Ending Pt. 2

Angsty Fluff

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

To the Nines by suitesamba (M, 2,724 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism, Pining, Angst, John Whump, Time Travel, Fortunes, Time Jumps) – John skips forward in time, and Sherlock reads the signs that point to nine. John knows he’ll eventually be with Sherlock, but the waiting is nearly impossible, and his body is a lot more than transport. A foray into magical realism where all the canon events occur, and a hell of a lot more.

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

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

The Hand You're Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 12,092 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Light Violence, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury, Friendship) – Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working.

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world's only consulting detective will be on his own once again...or will he?

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

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John's preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination?, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Silhouettes by allonsys_girl (E, 28,585 w., 7 Ch. || Canon Compliant, POV John, Heavy Drinking, Sad/Depressed John, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunion, Foot Jobs, Blow Jobs, Infidelity, Cheating, Drug Use/Abuse, Anal, Switchlock, Rimming, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other's arms, but as ever with these two, it's not your typical relationship. It's fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end.

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

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

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

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

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

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

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU || Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) – A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

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

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

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

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

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #fic rec sunday #angst with happy ending #long post #angst fics #my fic recs

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #455

“but you didn’t have to cut me off / make it like it never happened and that we were nothing”

Are you and the last person you kissed in a relationship or just friends? We're besties! :') Has anyone ever pointed out that your laugh was unusual? No. Would you get a lip piercing? I already have a vertical labret. I've considered getting spiked snakebites (they might be called devil bites?) too, though. With a vertical labret, it looks sick as FUCK. It might be a bit much too close together for me, though, idk. Nose piercing? I want my right nostril re-pierced. What are you currently waiting for? Girt to message me back. I've decided what I want out of our relationship and just want to see him. Do you have feelings for anyone? Hit me pretty hard through a lot of examination of my feelings that yeah, I do. Have you ever run over an animal? Oh my god no, I would be DESTROYED. Have you chewed gum after someone else already has? bro what the fuck When people sneeze do you say ‘bless you’? I do only out of expectation. I don't want someone to think I'm an ass or something for not saying it. When was the last time you were on a bouncy castle? A few years ago for my niece's birthday. She was scared of how loud it was and was very reluctant to get near it, so my fat ass got in there with everyone else to show her it was fine lol. I can't remember if she eventually got in. She loves them now, though. :') Have you ever went on a bouncy castle whilst drunk? No, but thanks for the idea, ha ha. Have you ever entered an art competition? Yes. What is one thing you will never do? Try hardcore drugs. What is one food that you detest? Asparagus. Did you have a rebellious phase growing up? Not really. What religion were you brought up with? Roman Catholic. Are you still that religion? GOD NO. Do you often find yourself questioning your future? That's my full-time job. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 124. What sort of music did you listen to when you were in high school? The same I listen to now. What pet names do you use with your significant other? I'm single rn, but usually, I go for "sweetie/sweetheart," "hunny," "love," "dear," stuff like that. What’s the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Wal-Mart. Have you ever seen a theatre show? Yes. What’s your favourite vegetable? Broccoli. Have you ever missed a flight? Yes. I was SO fuckin upset because it was on Sara's birthday and planned in secret, and I was supposed to wake her up. It still wound up being a big surprise to her when she walked into her room and I was chillin' at her desk, ha ha, but I still wish it coulda gone as originally planned. Do your neighbours have any pets? Have you ever met them? Yes; they have a yappy-ass dog that doesn't shut up. I haven't met them. What color is your bedroom door? White. If you were ever to become famous, would you grow annoyed at fans? This may sound very ungrateful, but I have heard A LOT of celebrities say it: it would get old, being stopped constantly in public for signatures, pictures, etc. Like yes, I still WOULD be grateful, but I'd miss just being off the radar and able to go outside carrying out chores and stuff like a normal person. Have you ever met your favourite band/singer? No. :( Are you embarrassed by any of the songs/singers/bands you like? Nah, not nowadays. Have you ever written a story? Yes, a kinda short one when I was little. Think of the last poem you wrote: What inspired you to write it? The breakup with Jason and the fact we're just strangers again. It was really short, but I like it a lot, honestly. Do you have a chance with the person you like right now? I think so. What’s the weirdest thing you were scared of as a child? A skeleton in my closet, lol. Literally. Are there any embarrassing stories your family tells about you? alkdsjflakjwle yes In your opinion, what is the funniest TV show? That '70s Show. 3rd Rock From the Sun is high up there, too. What is the maximum number of children you’d ever have? HYPOTHETICALLY, two, but I'm pretty damn serious about having none. I just always feel kinda bad for children without a sibling, but three would make me pull my hair out. Have you ever been concerned you had a serious illness? Yes. I overreact to even minor symptoms to ANYTHING. Are you comfortable with who you are? No. Pretty much everything about myself embarrasses me, even if it shouldn't. Would you date someone even if you knew you’d get made fun of for it? Yes? Others' opinions don't affect how I feel about someone. Does popularity matter to you at all? No, outside of trying to be a successful photographer. Would you ever consider homeschooling your children? If they really wanted that and it would benefit them, yes. Who told you about the band/singer you are currently listening to? I discovered them myself. Do you ever read fanfiction? Nah. Would you rather die in a plane crash, ship wreck or fire? Jesus. A plane crash, I guess, because in a lot of cases, it would be an immediate death. What are your top five favourite TV shows? Meerkat Manor, Fullmetal Alchemist (and Brotherhood; shut up, they go together), That '70s Show, Ginga Densetsu Weed, and Deadman Wonderland. What is your favorite superhero movie? Logan. If you died next week, what would be the cause of death? Uhhhh idk... I guess maybe a heart attack? Judging by doctor appointments, my heart is just fine, but the fact still remains that I'm technically obese, so that's always a risk. Have you ever taken a break from Facebook or other social media? Why? Facebook, yes. It was just depressing me. I was playing the comparison game REAL hard. Who is the most talented person you know? I dunno. I know many people talented in a lot of areas. Are you currently platonic friends with anyone you’ve had sex with? No. Where did you and your current interest go on your first date? Bowling. Have you ever experienced two people fighting over you (physically or mentally)? What happened? Jason and Juan pursued me at the same time. They'd known each other in the past, and Juan hated him for "winning" his ex-girlfriend. Then when Jason and I got together, Juan wasn't the happiest for sure. Have your parents ever thought you were gay? What happened? Before I actually came out as bisexual, I don't think so? Are your parents more liberal or conservative? Conservative. Mom is more open, but still conservative. I think. What year are you going into at the beginning of the next academic year? I'm not in school. How far away does your closest family member live? I live with Mom. If you’ve seen both, did you prefer the Disney version or the Tim Burton version of Alice in Wonderland? I actually strongly prefer Tim Burton's. Would you have sex before marriage? Why or why not? Yeah. I just want to be in a long-term, serious, healthy relationship to reach that point and be as safe as possible about it. Are you more liberal or conservative? Liberal, but I do have some conservative beliefs, too. Who is your favorite Harry Potter character? I don't have one, given I never got into that franchise. What’s the worst that could come out of letting gays marry? Not a goddamn thing. What’s the most sexual thing you’ve done? Done "the thing." Name something that you are against. I'll go with an unconventional one that's a problem as of the late: making owning reptiles illegal. Why are you against it? Because reptiles are perfectly capable of being brilliant pets and, most importantly, can tame people's fears of them. I think that it's very important to see the worth and beauty in all animals, and reptiles are one of the most unappreciated families out there. :/ Have you ever played the Tomb Raider games? I played some of either the first or second one. I could never beat it. Old games are hard, man. Do you like it or hate it when your partner is clingy? I absolutely believe that it can get to an extreme that I don't like, but for the most part, I don't mind a clingy partner because hey, I am too. Beatles or Rolling Stones? Stonessss. When was the last time you changed your opinion on somebody? It'd been on my mind for a while, but I *officially* realized that I really do like-like Girt a couple days ago. And since then it's gotten a bit hardcore and all I wanna do is talk to him bc fuck me and how attached to people I get. What was the last thing that made you feel proud and why? Every single time I go to the gym, I feel proud of myself because it REALLY takes a lot out of me. Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? Nope. I'm willing to be a shoulder to cry on for like... anyone. If you're hurting, talk to someone. I'll be there as an easy option. What was the last thing to fascinate you? It was... INCREDIBLY disturbing and almost nauseating even for me, but I saw a video of a dead whale explode. It was GRUESOME. Guts just kept coming and coming and coming and :x Is there a certain noise/sound which scares you? Hmmm... I'm sure there is, but what, it's not coming to me. Sudden, loud noises are an obvious answer. Do you have a favourite microorganism? ... No, I can't say I do. Out of the people you know, whose birthday is next? Girt's, actually. It's in October. If you have pet fish do you bother to name them? I did when I actually had them as a kid. Do you keep your eggs in the fridge? Ye. Have you ever owned chickens? No, but that'd be cool. Fresh eggs from a properly cared for chicken taste SO much better. When did you last listen to music? Currently. NOW I'm obsessed with Melodicka Bros & Violet Orlandi's cover of "Somebody That I Used to Know." It's done in a gothic metal style and is amaaaazing.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''somebody that i used to know'' by gotye

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eightysixed · 3 years

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happier than ever

You call me again, drunk in your Benz Drivin' home under the influence You scared me to death, but I'm wastin' my breath 'Cause you only listen to your fuckin' friends I don't relate to you I don't relate to you, no 'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty You made me hate this city

words: 3.2k plot: emma and tomo’s relationship, in a nutshell. trigger warnings: abuse, assault, drugs, cheating, violence, blood, suicidal ideation, nsfw

Five years is a lifetime when you’ve just begun your twenties. It’s half a decade of years so formative and important that you don’t really realize their importance until they have flown past.

Emma spent those years with Tomo.

[ SEPTEMBER 2014 ]

A twenty-one year old goes to an Outkast concert. She gets propositioned by a guy. Rough, pushy, handsy, it’s enough to make her feel suffocated, plan paths of escape or desperately look for a face in the crowd that could intervene. Then he comes in with his buddies and they all but rescue her. How ironic Emma thinks, years later. What a Disney-ified, damsel in distress moment to have and to meet by.

They spend the rest of the concert together, follow it up with an after hours at Los Coyotes, wolfing down soft shells in between food-spitting laughter. Emma, Tomo, and his two buddies. The energy is infectious, and she doesn’t want to say goodbye at the end of the night. It’s a feeling she has never felt before; those sparks in his eyes that are in hers too, the way he grounds and floors her. They exchange numbers and Emma’s face lights up as she’s getting off her Muni owl: it’s a text from him.

It doesn’t take long for his contact name to acquire an Emoji heart next to it, the girl who ridiculed these kinds of things in high school now finding herself enamoured, head-over-heels, and not caring for the criticisms of formerly cynical self.

[ OCTOBER ] A month later and she’s packed up and moved into his place, about as happy as she has ever been of late; everything in life falls into place with him, just makes sense.

[ NOVEMBER ] He gets エマ tattooed on his collarbone; her name in katakana. She gets 23, his lucky number.

They spend thanksgiving with her mom in Cupertino. Frankie hasn’t seen Emma this animated again in a long time, composes a poem about in her head as the green beans and pumpkin pie are passed around. Later of course, she pulls out the baby photos, much to Emma’s embarrassment and Tomo’s delight. “You were such a fat baby, Jesus,” Tomo laughs. “She looks like she ate baby Jesus,” her mother quips.

When her mom falls asleep, they sneak out and climb up Emma’s childhood treehouse armed with blankets. They gaze at a sliver of night sky through a gap in the roof as Emma tells him her childhood dreams of flying to space and inventing computers that could contact extraterrestrial life. They kiss, they make love, Emma ponders her stance on marriage being outdated and for chumps and losers next to a snoring Tomo.

[ FEBRUARY 2015 ] Their first Valentine’s day together they drop acid at Pier 39. An irate parent yells at them for making out on the merry-go-round in view of children; have they no shame.

She makes new friends, dozens, someone always at their place as Tomo plays them new tracks, smoke weed together, and watch the oil projector light show make shapes on the ceiling. They talk about the future, fame, and world domination.

They don’t discuss babies because neither of them care for that sort of shit — but they do talk about moving into a bigger place together, maybe getting a dog or two — the breed is subject of many arguments.

[ MARCH ] In peak puppy fever, Emma adopts a two year old rescue bulldog named Tito. It’s the first, tiny sign of a crack in their relationship, of dissent — she thinks she sees Tomo glare at the precious pup when he thinks she isn’t looking. But maybe she imagined it. He does shed and slobber uncontrollably after all, and her boyfriend happens to be a clean freak.

[ JULY ] That summer, Emma braves a plane once more to see Tomo play in Atlanta. His set is off the walls and for the first time, she is amazed to see just how many fans he has, how far this boyfriend of hers has come from making tracks in his living room. It’s just too bad she is fast asleep when he tiptoes out of their hotel room to meet one of said fans for a back-alley blowjob.

They roadtrip across the South to play some more venues and the pattern repeats itself in Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico. She wakes up in a cold sweat one night in Vegas, confused as to why he’s gone. “Out getting food. Got hungry.” The message hits her in a weird place, but she is tired, sleepy, and in a haze; Emma accepts, does not question. He even returns with some Taco Bell for her.

Timeskip — 3 years:

[ APRIL 2018 ]

Emma is on her hands and knees in a bathroom, vomit dripping off the toilet rim. She can’t remember how or why she got here, but she’s here. Everything seems to be swimming backwards. Eventually she is able to collect herself off the floor, splash water against her face and wall-to-wall stagger back out of the bathroom. It didn’t work, she’s purged the worst of it but still feeling funny. “Oh, Emma, there you are.” A man’s hands wrap around her. He says he’s friends with Tomo. Says he’ll take her to him. Fade to black.

Waking up with strange bruises should not become a norm, but it does. Emma dismisses it, goes to work, does her best.

Things with Tomo are a violent rollercoaster; some days are great, some days nondescript; and some days downright nightmarish. They fight, throw shit, break shit, yell at each other. Things almost border on the unacceptable as words turn into threats, threats turn to action. A hand around the throat; a body pinned to the wall — her body, of course. His weed grinder he threw that hit her in the head which he swore he’d meant to only toss at the wall. It never crosses a line into the unacceptable, though. That’s what Emma tells herself. He might push her down on the bed, sure, but a bed was soft. He might squeeze her throat in the heat of an argument, but never so much that she’s passing out. He doesn’t hit, kick, or punch her. That was what abusers did, not him.

She tells herself he can’t help it, his mother used to punish him and his father didn’t love him and now he lashes out the only way he knows how, on the only person he can. He didn’t grown up in as loving a home like she did. He had his reasons. It was okay. They were okay. And the makeup sex afterwards? The best ever.

[ MAY 2018 ] A month later and Emma is walking in on some girl riding Tomo’s dick like the world was ending, right there on their couch. On their goddamn couch they picked out together, hauled up the stairs with the delivery men. Somehow, the worst part about it all, Emma’s fucked up brain tells her, is that Tito is there to witness it. Her innocent, furry son, witnessing his ‘dad’ for all intents and purposes, cheating on his mom. A ridiculously thought but one she has nonetheless as she’s driving away, Tito next to her in the passenger seat. She goes to sleep at a friend’s and sobs the entire night.

Despite herself, she doesn’t break up with him; but the rift is a mile wide and constantly palpable. Tomo becomes relentlessly apologetic. Not only does he beg forgiveness, he does it live on-air at a radio station, on social media, Emma bombarded by strangers she doesn’t know writing her to take him back. Then he goes and uses her personal kryptonite pulls a Lloyd Dobler outside her work with a Cocorosie song she was absolutely weak for. She hates making a public scene but the sentimental part of her is melting at the gesture, the boombox, all of it. Emma stays. He’d been a shitbag, but he was her shitbag, with all his lovable and terrible qualities wrapped into one person, and she just had to take the shit with the good. Because there was no one else she’d rather be with, ripping side-stitches from too much laughter at four in the morning, tears in her eyes for a good reason this time, from one of his horrifying jokes.

He was hers and she was his, that’s just how it was to be. Well, as much as she could call him hers when he seemed to be everybody else’s in the process.

Emma does ridiculous, degrading, uncomfortable things in the name of love, and yet in the end she can’t hold on to the love she had for him in the beginning. Way back when they were going up on that ferris wheel at the pier and he looked at her like he had nothing but love in this world, for her. That was what hurt the most, because now the ferris wheel only went down.

There are threesomes, fivesomes, sixsomes, so many bodies in between hers and the one she loves, all in the name of exciting him, holding onto him, trying to be something for him that measured up to Enough. But none of it is enough. None of it makes him happy, nor did it make her happy. She gives him an inch and he takes a mile and then demands more, smiling with blood in his mouth. She breaks down and becomes something she doesn’t recognize in the mirror. Whether it was an act of revenge or desperation, or finally wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, Emma sleeps with Corey, one of his best friends. She takes pictures, sends them to him “by accident”. She hates herself through it all, every moment of it, mostly for what he made her into. And yet, underneath all the layers of attempts at hurting him she was really just crawling on all fours, begging him to love her again, need her and want he the way he did in the beginning. Craving to get that first hit back, the one she had been on a residue high off of for four years, the one that now tasted metallic and rancid in her throat.

The worst part? Tomo doesn’t care. He texts her back, telling her to have fun, to send more pictures. She’s never felt this hollow, this empty, this non-entity of a being. The day of her high school graduation flashes in her mind, her dad telling her to never lose her identity, the core of what made her, her. Emma took that core and probably threw it into the Pacific. Somewher between Japan and California, it lies at the bottom of the ocean.

[ APRIL 2019 ]

Turns out, Emma could draw a line, and that line was becoming accessory to a drug deal. She knew Tomo sold on the side to make up for all the money going into the records, but it had always been a few pills here and there, nothing big. But this? Fentanyl, Xanax, bricks of coke and hash? It was a lot. It was too much.

He sells the drugs and her to go with it, and that’s the end right there. The package she delivers to the apartment he asks her to deliver it to turns into a hostage situation, and she leaves hours later, bruises and caked blood on her. She can’t go home, doesn’t want to. She wants to jump off the bridge she’s crossing from Oakland back to the city. Any bridge, any of them would do. She understands why people jump from the Golden Gate now, or maybe always had. She was there now, climbing the railings, she was ready. She wanted that plunge so badly, would be sad to leave one parent, but good to be reunited with the other. Maybe there she’d be happy, maybe there she’d find peace.

She calls Ben that night. She’s dry eyed and unemotional, but as soon as she gets the right words, verbalizes her situation, she’s sobbing again. Tomo is out of the city, across the country in Philly on tour. Now was the time, if there was any time for it. She’s not even done with the call when Ben is getting in his car to drive to her. It’s 6 hours from Ojai to San Francisco; he tells her he’ll be there in five. She never deserved a friend like him and never would, Emma thinks as she packs, hastily because somehow Tomo walking through the front door as a ‘surprise’ wouldn’t be out of the question. In the end, she can’t pack everything, has to leave so much behind, her records, books, knickknacks. Five years in this apartment and she’s leaving all of it behind, making a getaway in the middle of the night like some kind of burglar.

By three in the morning he’s here, and they get to packing her suitcases in the car, stacking them as best as they fit in his trunk and backseat, all of Tito’s things and then Tito on a bed in the seat in the back. Emma is in busy mode, stacking and packing everything as fast she can, still somewhere in the back of her mind thinking Tomo would appear at the last minute, and how with Ben here, things could get ugly. She doesn’t want them to get ugly. She loved him far too much to see him have to deal with Tomo, the only person in that specific firing line should be her and no one else.

They drive off. She only feels herself unclench an hour out of Daly City, somewhere in between the Bay and Southern California, where she can exhale. She’s still looking behind them constantly, wondering if every passing car could somehow be him. The saddest, most desperate part of all this that a part of her wants him to have followed. One last ditch attempt to get her back. An all out attempt, one where he would get on both knees and apologize, swear to never be this way again and follow through with it, because he was her person, he was her only person, there was nobody else in this world for her but him, but what do you do when you had to run from your person in the dead of night?

She pulls her raincoat tighter when they stop to get gas, a cold and windy middle of nowhere gas station. She’s not sure how she ends up embracing him, but they’re in it, and feeling someone’s arms around her, somebody that actually cares, who’d never hurt her, who was family, was her mom and his sister and everybody she loved rolled into one, feels like a reprieve. She feels like dirt for making him do this, making him worry, Emma was a piece of shit for that.

She says as much. He tells her to shut up, that she’s nothing like that and this was nothing that he wouldn’t have done for her on any night, any time at all. And maybe that, that was the night she fell in love with him a little bit, or realized she had always been, all along, but God likes to play Lucifer’s games with the little lives he watches over, and it wasn’t made to be, too late anyway since she’d left her heart in somebody else’s hands where it would stay. And he doesn’t need a mess like her anyway, just thinking of the name Catarina was enough. It had been five years but she still remembered the day like yesterday. How low he had been back then. How they would get high together and feel miserable together because at least they had that. They had Weetzie too, but she hadn’t experienced loss like they had, she sympathized but she’d never know what this particular slice of hell was like. But Ben and Emma knew. She knew it in that part of her ribs that met his, and she did not know what she would do if she didn’t have that, have Ben Abrams in her life.

[ MARCH 2021 ]

Fast forward two years, and the ex is in town. Here, in Los Angeles. That very ex you worked so hard to forget, to heal from, to act like he wasn’t there. And yet, reminders of him were constantly there, everywhere. She doesn’t tell her friends, doesn’t tell anybody he’s in town, just balks when his so called best friend turns up in her neighborhood. She nearly grabs Tito and runs the other way, but it had been too late for that and they have a forced, awkward catch-up. He’s oblivious to anything happening, had barely known about her and Tomo breaking up. Figures, Emma thought, that he would act like nothing happened at all.

He’s in town, and every day she goes to work dreading something happening. She thinks she sees him outside the tattoo parlor’s window, but it’s someone else entirely. She’s losing it again, losing sleep, falling prey to her nightmares. Has a boyfriend now but even that doesn’t help, if anything, he’s a guilty reminder of just how little progress she had made, because she couldn’t devote the time and attention somebody like that needed in her life. Not when all she could think about was him.

The worst part is that once he’s long gone again, back up north, she’s feeling that hollow feeling again. Feeling upset that he didn’t seek her out, didn’t come see her. Even though she knew what an unmitigated disaster that would’ve been, the horrible, rotten part of her wanted it. Of course it wanted it. Two years and her skin still itched for him like an addict longing to be in the throes of fullblown relapse. But he didn’t track her down, call, or text, and that was that. Her only run-in with him involves a party flyer papered on a wall, his name in big stylized letters as the headlining DJ at the club. She stares at that flyer for a little too long, it burns itself in her eye like she’d looked at the sun for too long. And then she does the worst thing she could probably do, go on instagram. Only to find he has a new girlfriend. A brunette with tattoos who looked fun and flirty and everything she had been all those years ago.

That was the last tip of the scale. She reactivates her Tinder, finds some half okay looking guy, makes plans to meet him that night. It’s terrifying, so terrifying going through with, but she gets sufficiently drunk, then high on top of that, and goes through with it. Thinking of another boy’s name the entire time, his face, his body, hands and all the rest. Twelve hours later she’s leaving his apartment, no longer the nun of two years she’d become and feeling shitty about that on top of everything else. It was probably time to go see Karen again she thinks, smoking a cigarette under the sun that melts her while waiting for her Uber home. Thanks friends, thanks family, I’ve made terrific process with all your help and am now back to square one. Thanks for everything.

Maybe in a decade’s time.

Maybe she’d be over it by then.

#billie eilish and her new album sponsored this para #literally billie wrote this song for emma i die #did i have his s.para tucked away for 2 whole years because i was too lazy to finish it? yup #emma #self para #self para: emma #npc: tomo slater

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One Night In Vegas

One Night in Vegas: An Iron Man Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square: @iron-man-bingo - Accidentally Married, @marvelfluffbingo - Woke up Married

Rating: M

Warning: Talk of sex, aftermath of drinking and drug use.

Word Count: 2753

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary: You wake up in a Vegas suite with Tony Stark wearing the biggest diamond ring you’ve seen in your life. The two of you then try and piece the night together.

One Night In Vegas

You woke up with your head pounding and your eyelashes stuck together. Not that you particularly wanted to open your eyes. You wanted to pass out again and hopefully, sleep through until your headache was gone.

Unfortunately, along with the pounding, there was nausea that was starting to get to the unbearable point and you could already feel the bile rising in your throat. You were going to throw up, and you had to work out how you were going to get untangled from whoever it was you were currently tangled up with.

You pried your eyes open slowly. The room was filled with the bright light of the desert sun outside and your eyes did not seem to want to adjust to it. You groaned and tried to pull away from whoever was clinging to you like a koala. When your eyes finally adjusted you saw it was Tony and let out a sigh of relief. Your relationship with Tony wasn’t exactly conventional but the idea of waking up with a stranger when you were as blackout wasted as you got last night was not one you were a fan of.

He grumbled and seemed to tighten up around you more and you pushed him. “Let me up.” You whined.

He let you go, rolling over and grunting as you stumbled out of the circular bed and ran to the bathroom, dropping to your knees on the marble floor and emptying your stomach.

Last night had been… well, you weren’t even sure. It had started with a few rounds of poker in the high rollers lounge. You had a reservation at Scotch 80 Prime though so you had to leave before too much money had either been lost or made so that Tony could have his wish of eating his way through a $100 steak and drink $50 glasses of whiskey.

After that, you had gone to Tao. There had been dancing and drinking, both with Tony and without. Then after that was a big blank space of time. You had no idea how you had managed to get back to the hotel.

You sat by the toilet for a while, after you’d finished throwing up and then dry-heaving. All you could do was just keep your eyes closed and your forehead pressed to the cold marble wall. You might have dozed off even, it was hard to tell. When you finally got up, you flushed and went to rinse your mouth out. It was when you were washing your hands you saw the ring.

The fact you hadn’t realized it was there up until then was a little shocking on its own. The thing was huge. It had a large rectangular-cut diamond in the middle with similar diamonds cascading down the platinum band in smaller and smaller sizes. Assuming it was real - and it probably was - it would have cost a fortune. It was sitting on the ring finger of your left hand and you had no memory of even getting given it.

You splashed your face with water and went back out to the bedroom. “Tony?” You said, quietly at first, going to sit on the sofa opposite the circular bed.

He was sprawled out on his stomach with just the sheet over his naked ass and he grumbled in response to you.

“Tony?” You repeated, a little louder this time.

He rolled over covering his eyes and groaning, though once he was on his back he seemed to just fall back to sleep.

“Tony!” You shouted, immediately regretting the decision. The sound split through your skull and you clutched your forehead in your hands.

“Why are you yelling?” Tony whined.

“Did you propose to me last night?”

Tony sat up and blinked at you slowly. “I don’t think so. I hadn’t planned to ask you to marry me anyway.”

“Then where did this come from?” You said, holding up his hand.

He looked at the ring on your finger and then at your face before getting up and hobbling towards you, grabbing his glasses off the nightstand and slipping them on as he came over, sighing in relief once they were in place.

He flopped down next to you and took your hand. “You’d think with all the drinking I’ve done in my life I wouldn’t get hangovers anymore. What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Got engaged, apparently.” You said. “This was you, right?”

He scrunched up half his face. “It’s a little much. So I guess so. I really don’t remember anything.”

“Did somebody roofie us?” You asked. “It’s seriously blank.”

Tony chuckled. “Yeah, they slipped us a roofie, made me buy a ring, pop the question, then put us in bed together.”

“This is so weird.” You said lying down with your head in his lap. He gently stroked his fingers through your hair. “I guess… we should figure out where you got it from and return it?”

“What? You need a bigger ring?” He teased.

You snorted, and immediately pinched the bridge of your nose. “I need pain killers and water.”

“Yeah. That could help. I’ll call the butler to get us something, and food. Greasy food. We can take a shower in the meantime.” He said.

You got up and he smacked your ass as you headed to the bathroom, he picked up the phone. You turned the shower on and took off the ring and put it on the counter. You had been with Tony for years and years now. Marriage had never once come up, so a drunken proposal seemed so out of character. You tapped the ring like you were checking it was real and then got in under the hot water, turning your face up to it and opening your mouth as it cascaded down on you.

It wasn’t long until Tony was stepping in behind you. His arms circled your waist and he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “I’m either never drinking again or I’m drinking as soon as I get out of the shower. I haven’t decided.”

You laughed softly and he started to wash your hair. “Did you want to get married, Tony?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. He just kept massaging your scalp until you made a strangled gurgling sound. He chuckled and kissed your shoulder. “Why do you not want to take the ring back?”

“No, I absolutely want to take the ring back. If we ever do get engaged, it’s not going to be when I’m blackout drunk.” You said.

Tony took a breath and you turned to face him. “Is saying I really don’t actually give a shit and okay answer?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, of course. No wrong answers.”

“Good. Because weird as it might seem, I really don’t. I love you and it’s you and me. If getting married was something that was important to you, we’d already be married. I just don’t care about the whole thing enough to bother.”

You nodded again. This wasn’t exactly a shock. Neither of you had ever talked about getting married. It did beg one question though. “So, what the fuck is with the ring?”

“I have no idea. I’ll get FRIDAY to take us over our steps last night. It’ll be like watching the hangover, only staring us.”

You laughed and pecked his lips, before stepping under the water and rinsing your hair out. “This is going to be scary.”

“You’re telling me.” Tony teased.

You finished the shower and got out, drying off and changing into some sweats. You moved the ring to the in-room safe for safekeeping and then when out to the hall. Looking downstairs at the living and bar area of the suite was like looking down on a war zone where the primary weapons used were glitter and bottles. It had been trashed and there were already maids going around and cleaning up. You groaned and shook your head. The Butler that had been assigned to your suite greeted you both at the bottom of the stairs. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Stark. Mr. Hogan and Colonel Rhodes are both waiting for you at the dining table.”

“Rhodey’s here?” Tony asked, looking both confused and delighted as he almost skipped off to the dining area.

You went to follow after him when the butler stopped you. “Mrs. Stark?”

You turned and looked at him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had called you that. “I’m not Mrs. Stark.” You corrected him.

“My apologies. It was what you asked me to call you when you came in last night.” He said and before you could even unpack that bit of information he was handing you a bottle. “For your headache. And I took the liberty of having your dress dry cleaned.”

“My dress?” You asked.

“Your wedding dress. You left it on the stairs.”

Your eyes went wide and you lurched towards the living room, fumbling to uncap the lid of the bottle of ibuprofen you were holding. “Tony!” You yelled.

You stumbled into the room to be greeted by the bemused looking Rhodey and Happy and a confused looking Tony.

“What is it, dear?” Tony asked.

“There’s the blushing bride!” Rhodey teased.

Tony’s head snapped around and he stared slack-jawed at his best friend. “The what now?”

“The bride. You guys got married last night. You don’t remember?” Rhodey answered, seeming to be fully aware that the two of you had no idea what happened last night.

“Someone had better fill us in on what the hell you’re talking about,” Tony said and fixed his eyes on Happy.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Happy asked, and shoveled a forkful of eggs and bacon into his mouth.

“Dancing at Tao.” You said as you finally got the bottle cap off the pills and tipped some into your palm. You downed them with orange juice, drinking it straight from the pitcher.

“Yeah, Tao for me too,” Tony said.

“Alright. So you gotta forgive me because it can be hard to keep track of the two of you when you go on one of your little escapades. You were drinking a lot. Even for you, boss. You kept sneaking off to the bathrooms. Pretty sure to fuck. I think but I don’t know, you might have taken e. Because after one trip in you came back extra level loving on everything and rubbing your faces on things like cats.” Happy explained and took a sip of his coffee.

Tony has snatched the pills off you and downed some with coffee.

“So,” Happy continued. “You started both waxing poetic about how in love you were and how much better at being a couple you were than every other couple in the world because you ‘got’ each other. You said,” He said pointed at you. “That you were better than every married couple because they just had to shackle each other and you two were free with your love.”

He swung his arm so he was pointing at Tony. “You said, that because you were so much better than every married couple you should probably just get married and that any wedding you had would be better than any wedding anyone else had ever had. You then demanded we go and find a jeweler so you could get her a ring.”

“Oh no,” Tony said.

“Oh yes.” Happy said. “I drove you around for a bit hoping you might sober up but you kept drinking in the car and telling me to hurry up because your love needed to be acknowledged. I found a jeweler. You bought the biggest fucking ring they had that also fit. You dropped to your knee in the jeweler and proposed right away.”

“Oh god.” You groaned.

Happy nodded and had another mouthful of his breakfast as you poured your first cup of coffee and Tony poured his second.

“So then you said,” he said gesturing to you with his fork. “That your love was too big to wait, that it had to be announced to the world now. You agreed,” he poked his fork in Tony’s direction. “So you bought wedding bands and made me take you dress and suit shopping.”

“This is where I got the phone call,” Rhodey interjected. “Not from either of you, I might add. Happy called me freaking out. He knew that you would probably regret this but he hadn’t been able to talk you out of it. I got in my War Machine armor and high-tailed it over.”

“I had hoped that at some point you would sober up and stop but no, you kept getting champagne everywhere we went. I seriously don’t know how you don’t have alcohol poisoning. When you had your dress and suit you made me find a chapel. You specifically wanted to be married by Elvis.” Happy explained.

“Fuck!” Tony groaned, letting his head fall back as he rubbed his temples.

“I arrived just in time to be your witness,” Rhodey explained. “There was no talking you out of it. Then you came back here and had a ‘reception’. Which was just random strangers drinking and partying until you guys went up to bed and passed out and we kicked everyone out.”

“Jesus.” You hissed.

“Yep. So that’s what happened last night. I think I’m banning you from the state of Nevada quite frankly, Tones.” Rhodey said.

“Shutting that gate after the horses have bolted, huh, platypus?” Tony said without raising his head.

No one said anything for a bit. Rhodey and Happy just finished up their breakfast while you and Tony just slumped in your chair.

Finally, you sat up straight and began to put food onto a plate. “I guess we’re married then.”

Tony huffed and started doing the same. “Guess we are. Oh well.” He said. “Alright, So we release a statement saying we eloped to avoid a media frenzy and it was just us and our closest friends?”

“Ha!” Happy barked. “Nice try, boss. But you live-streamed it.”

Tony groaned and banged his head on the table. “Of course I did.”

“It had over three million viewers.”

Tony straightened back up and adjusted his glasses. “Alright let’s see it.”

Rhodey chuckled, clearly delighted by proceedings and flicked his phone open. He clicked on it a few times and flicked the screen so the giant TV that looked over the room turned on and shaky footage of an extremely happy Tony standing at the end of an aisle next to an Elvis impersonator. The bridal waltz started up and the screen swung around to show you walking down the aisle.

“Does my dress have LED lights in it?” You asked.

“It sure does!” Rhodey teased.

“You said it made you feel like a magical princess.” Happy added.

“Always a look I aspire to.” You deadpanned. “Good god, this is mortifying.”

“We do look happy though. Look at how in love we are.” Tony said.

You smiled and leaned against his shoulder. “Yeah, we do look happy.”

You watched through the ceremony, experiencing your wedding for what felt like the first time. The smiles never left your faces and when Elvis said ‘kiss the bride’, Tony dipped you.

“Aww, you’re cute.” You said.

“You are,” Tony shot back.

You leaned in and kissed him gently, and he cupped your jaw, deepening it just a little. When you pulled back the smile on his face was mirrored by the one on yours.

“If we bought wedding bands, where are they?” You asked.

Happy fished in his pocket pulling out two matching platinum bands. “You asked to have a photo of them taken with the flowers and then forget to get them back.” He said handing them over.

You each took them and slipped them on your ring finger and then held them up as you assessed them.

“Guess we better call the kids and tell them mommy and daddy got married,” Tony said.

“God, I hope they don’t get too annoyed we didn’t have them as the flower girls.”

Tony shrugged. “If they are we can do it again properly. Actually, invite people. Let them choose where it happens.”

“You know they’ll choose Disney, don’t you?” You said.

He shrugged. “Can’t be any tackier than what I just witnessed.”

Tony pulled out his phone and dialed the nanny and for one second you were sure you saw Rhodey and Happy smirking at each other.

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smut prompt request for anon 54. “I’m not jealous! It’s just...you’re mine!” 64. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.” featuring Axl Rose 18+ links: smut prompts fluff/angst prompts masterlist

You were engaged. Even you couldn’t believe it. You never considered yourself a domestic type, institutions like marriage always seemed a bit stiff for your taste. Your whole life, everyone considered you a wild child, never slowing down for anyone else. You were always chasing a party, following a band, taking off on a spontaneous road trip. You lived for thrills. So when you announced your engagement to your fiance, everyone who knew you was shocked. You were together long enough, it wasn’t anything that could be called impulsive or ill conceived. You simply felt ready; he was a sweet man, stable and took care of you well. He had a good job and a nice family. Everything seemed completely picture perfect. But that was exactly the reason it had everyone confused. “What the fuck is this?” Axl had shown up unannounced, already angry. You rolled your eyes and let him in, no stranger to his impromptu outbursts. He held up a purple envelope, his other hand running through his long hair. You were thankful your fiance wasn’t home. “It’s a wedding invitation, Axl. You can read.” You turned back to the kitchen table where you were planning seating arrangements. You were deep in wedding planning ever since the proposal, enthralled with the idea of an extravagant party and a fashionable luxurious dress to dance around in. You were so deep however, that your friends hardly heard from you. “Oh, c’mon, don’t bullshit me. You’re actually going through with this?” He stormed over to you, his hair wild under a backwards baseball cap. “He’s my fiance. Of course I’m going through with it. Did you think I was kidding this whole time?” “Yeah, kind of!” He laughed. Axl had his reasons for never getting along with your fiance, reasons that kept you up at night. You could feel the heat rising off him, comfortable in his closeness despite his brash attitude. You knew him well and had seen him fly off the handle plenty of times. You had no issues with telling him off. “This is my decision, Axl” You told him firmly. “I’m really happy and I don't get why you refuse to be happy for me. We can’t fuck around forever.” “Why the fuck not?” He crossed his arms, fixing his face in a remarkably childish pout. You sighed and placed your hands on his shoulders. You twisted a long strand of his red hair around your finger and bit your lip, considering your words. You didn’t want to hurt him, but he knew the answer just as well as you did. There was no point trying to get around it. “Axl, we don’t work.” His expression fell. He tried to look away but you brought him back with a gentle hand. You wanted to soothe his frustration and get through to him. You spoke softly. “You know we don’t work. We’ve gone over this so many times. What’s wrong? Are you jealous?” “I’m not jealous.” He scoffed and chewed on the inside of his lip. “It’s just....you’re mine.” His hands moved to your hips and he kissed your neck. You softly sighed his name and ran your hands down his chest. You spread your fingers out and relinquished for a moment, holding onto the feeling before backing away. “I can’t be.” You said softly, holding onto your sides. “Not anymore.” He didn’t say anything. Not at first. He looked down and grit his teeth, trying to process the full weight of what you said, pressing his brows together. Gazing back up, the hurt was evident in his eyes. He took in a deep breath, looking like he was trying to pick the right thing to say. “Why are you doing this?” He said solemnly. You ran a hand through your hair. Somehow, you realized, you hadn’t stopped to think of why you wanted to get married. You were so swept up in all of it; the proposal, the planning, the party, the dress. It had gotten so big so quickly and in the excitement, the praise from your family, the title of fiance, you hadn’t stopped to think if this was something you really wanted at all. You ran your finger over your engagement ring and bit your lip. “I don’t know.” You admitted. You shrunk away, your hair hanging in your face. You didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to be seen. When you got engaged it all seemed so perfect - this is what everyone wanted. Who wouldn’t be thrilled to plan their own wedding? You tried to justify it to yourself. But you had forgotten the consequences of living in the moment - you had to live with the future that came with it. And now, in front of Axl, you couldn’t think of a reason why you would. “Come here.” His hands were in your hair, gently caressing your face. Whatever tears may have started falling were swiftly kissed away by his soft lips. You sighed with relief into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your hands fell down his back, grasping for his skin beneath his shirt. He lifted you up, his hands savoring the fat of your thigh as he pushed into you. With a heave, he laid you out on the kitchen table, your seating plans and name cards sent across the kitchen. He glanced at you for a reaction. You didn’t care. You reached up for his shirt and yanked him on top of you, rising to meet him again. You were suddenly urgent in your need for him, the keys to your freedom seeming in his kiss. You always had Axl. In your early days on the scene, you latched onto each other, moving around like magnets. Where one went, the other was quick to follow. You were both mesmerised, each losing the other in heightened fits of debauchery and sex. Neither of you could stay down for long - it was too dangerous. Often, you’d lose yourselves together and forget about the outside world, shut away for days in dark rooms or unexpectedly arriving in strange cities after long coke fueled nights. You both had to stay away. But in your emotional claustrophobia, he was exactly what you needed. His sweat was like a drug to you, his pheromones intoxicating your deepest desire. You ran your hands across his tight stomach, his mouth hot on your throat. “I need you.” You breathed into his ear. “I know.” He laughed and lifted your shirt over your head. “I know.” He stood between your legs as you sat up to meet him. Your hungry hands didn’t wait for him to take his shirt off. You immediately grabbed onto his hips, his muscle taught and hard beneath your touch. Your mouth latched onto his stomach and trailed up his side. He groaned and looked down at you, your nails down his shoulder blades. “Fuck��” He panted. You pushed your tits up into his torso and took a bite of the tender skin on his chest. He let out another soft moan again. He grabbed the back of your hair hard and brought you to look up at him. His intense stare bore down into your eyes, a discerning grin just barely making itself known on his lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you met that asshole.” He held you close to him by your hair and opened his hefty belt buckle with his other hand. Your cheek pressed against his chest, he pulled you down and grinded his hard cock over your warm wet mouth through the fabric. You moaned and grabbed onto his hips again, instinctively pulling down his jeans and briefs. You took him easily into your mouth, your tongue sliding against the underside of his shaft as he pulled you in closer. “God…” he let out with a growl, holding you over his erection as you tried to pull him in deeper, lapping at his length and head. Your nose pressed against his pelvis as you looked up at him, his cock at the back of your throat. You let out a loud hum, air escaping your nose as saliva pooled up around your lips. “Fuck I missed your mouth.” He smiled down at you. He pulled you up and let go of your hair, allowing you free reign of his body. Your hands explored his chest and shoulders as he reached down to your pants. He ripped them off with ease and locked his mouth to your hip, biting and sucking before tugging your panties off with his teeth. He dragged himself up the length of your torso and brought them to your mouth. You groaned, taking in your own heady scent as he took his hand and pressed them against your nose and mouth, shoving his fingers deep inside you. He loved to watch your expression contort as he entered you, watching your eyes close shut and your lips part. He let out a satisfied laugh as his name escaped your lips and put his mouth over your nipple, rolling the other between his two fingers. Splayed across the table, you were his play thing. His hands roamed your body, dampening with sweat and desire as you writhed beneath his touch, making your muscles jump and twitch. He hadn’t touched you in so long and he took to your body like only he knew how. He took his time to take small bites and tastes of your skin as his hands entered your cunt and your mouth and your asshole. He tested your reactions again, watching your face and your breasts and your legs as he touched, making sure you responded in the same ways. You let out a sharp cry as he rocked you to orgasm with his hands, his mouth on your collar bone. “Oh yeah.” He said in a low, hoarse voice. “You’re still my girl.”

#axl rose #guns n roses #axl rose imagine #axl rose imagines #smut #smut prompt #gun n roses imagine #guns n roses imagines

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tiffersthenerdyficrecs · 5 years

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BakuDeku A/B/O Fics.

(*) Indicates my most suggested reads.

Ignorance Leads to Bliss by SurelyHeavenWaits

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Fantasy AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Midoriya Izuku, Omega Bakugou Katsuki, Dragon Prince Katsuki, Katsu Deku Valentines 2019, ktdkvalentines, Accidental Marriage Summary: A brave wandering adventurer swoops in and saves a beautiful prince from danger, gets dragged to a celebratory bonfire and has a night that he could only have dreamed of!

Or, the one in which Midoriya Izuku accidentally gets married to a Dragon Prince but wouldn't have it any other way.

The Heart Wants What It Wants by TsunaidaMay

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Character: Midoriya Inko Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, A/B/O, Omegaverse, Alpha - Freeform, omega - Freeform, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Valentine's Day, fantasy bakugou, fantasy midoriya, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rutting, Knotting, Language Barrier, Smut, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Mating, Mating Bond, Mating Bites, magical flowers, Miscommunication, handjobs, Nesting, Izuku being an idiot, YOUR CYCLE IS IMPORTANT PAY ATTENTION TO IT Summary: When Izuku goes out on an adventure, he stumbles upon a strange Alpha that he can't seem to understand. Sometimes actions speak louder than words and nothing has to be done except to follow your heart.

Scars, The RoadMap of You by StayFreeG3(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Hisashi, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Sensei | All For One, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Iida Tenya, Midoriya Inko Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Alpha Midoriya Izuku, Omega Bakugou Katsuki, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Smut, Fluff and Angst, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Older Midoriya Izuku, Top Midoriya Izuku, Blood and Violence, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bond, Rutting, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Crimes & Criminals, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Wooing, Angst, Blood and Gore, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Blow Jobs, Sexual Tension, Denial of Feelings, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture Summary: Omega and Full-time Hero, Katsuki Bakugou finds himself at a loss when he stumbles across a Quirkless Alpha who has single-handedly defended a group of civilians from a big-shot villain. After finishing the job, taking the mysterious green-haired man to the hospital, and learning there is no record of the Alpha’s existence, the heroes discover ‘Deku’ was a captive of the League of Villains since childhood; he and the heroes decide to use his strength to fight back against their most heinous plot yet.

Somewhere along the way, Katsuki finds himself in denial. How could he fall for such a complicated and untalented Alpha?

You've Got Mail! by glamour_weeb *(Updating/Incomplete)(On Hiatus)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Scent Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mutual Pining, True Mates, Alternate Universe - Never Met, Panty Kink, Strangers to Lovers, Masturbation Summary: Izuku is a Quirkless Omega and Katsuki is an Alpha pro hero. Their paths might have never crossed if they hadn’t started using the anonymous mail service where Alphas and Omegas can buy and sell their clothes as heat/rut aids.

Izuku wonders if it's possible to fall in love with an Alpha's scent and Katsuki wonders if he'll ever meet the Omega that smells like his True Mate.

A very horny love story in three parts.

Quiet Rapture by lalazee *(Updating/Incomplete)

Categories: M/M, F/M Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Slow Burn, Romance, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bond, Love at First Sight, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Wooing, Literary References & Allusions, Background Kirishima/Ashido, Background Shinsou/Todoroki, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Murder Mystery, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Trust Issues, Stalking, Dark Past, No mpreg, Past Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Past Relationship(s), Unhealthy Relationships, Recovery, Drugged Sex, Underage Drug Use, Burns Summary: That ABO fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personality to woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

Missed Connections by Labellevita *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Mature Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, background shin/kami Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unedited/Unbeta'd, Scent Kink, Do any youngins even know about "Missed Connections" pages these days, Brief mention of daddy kink, inappropriate use of other people's clothing, mentions of past relationships - Freeform, Everyone is Bisexual, I'm not tagging every side pairing Summary: Deaf Uni student Bakugou can't catch a break, but he does catch the scent of a fantastic smelling omega.

Stand Up and Run by glamour_weeb(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Altered Mental States, Feral Behavior, Rough Sex, Mating Bites, Breeding, Come Inflation, Pregnancy Kink, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki Summary: A couple of years ago, Izuku signed up for a certain volunteer program where, in the event that an alpha pro hero goes into rut, he might be called upon to help them through it. It was so long ago that he sort of forgot about it, until the night he finally gets called in.

Twenty minutes later, he’s standing outside the rut room at Best Jeanist’s agency. Izuku swallows thickly as he watches his estranged childhood friend, Bakugou Katsuki, better known as pro hero Ground Zero, rage inside the rut room. Izuku almost wants to laugh at the irony of the situation. Because for as long as he can remember, he’s been in love with the alpha.

The Hunt by greatcloudninja *

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto/Yoarashi Inasa Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Yoarashi Inasa, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Omega Todoroki Shouto, Alpha Yoarashi Inasa, Firefighter Bakugou Katsuki, Firefighter Yoarashi Inasa, Explicit Sexual Content, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Breeding, Attempted Sexual Assault, Very minor but tagging it just in case, nothing actually happens, Flashbacks, Strangers to Lovers, Rough Sex, Mating Run, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting Summary: Each summer, the Beast's Forest is the site of an annual tradition dating back to the earliest days of secondary sexes--The Hunt, in which unmated Alphas seek out Omegas hidden within the confines of the forest.

Izuku signs up in a last-ditch effort to avoid being assigned a mate by the prefectural government. It's not his ideal way of finding a mate, but at least he'll have some say in who he ends up with.

Shouto wants to find a mate who isn't "Endeavor-Approved" in an act of rebellion against his father's overbearing will.

Katsuki needs to find a mate to secure his promotion to Captain of Musutafu Fire Station #3.

Inasa hears a rumor that Endeavor's beloved Omega son is participating, and is willing to take any chance he gets at snubbing his former idol.

Not So Common Ground by Morpheel

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Serial Killers, Hitchhiking, Car Sex, Sex in a Car, roadhead, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Cowgirl Position, Hand Jobs, Knotting, Condoms, Mild Blood, Biting, Scratching, Rough Kissing Summary: “Oh no, you caught me! I’m secretly a serial killer wanted in every province! I hitchhike and kill all of the nice people who help a poor guy out in his time of need.”

Oh the irony.

What he didn’t expect was for Bakugou’s full attention to turn to him, similarly amused by Izuku’s ‘confession’. His tone was flat, but the taunting wasn’t lost as he switched the station of the radio to something else. “Well what would be the chances of two serial killers in one car? I, too, pick up innocent hitchhikers and kill them for being careless idiots.”

#bakudeku #bkdk #alpha/beta/omega #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #fanfiction #fanfic #fic rec #tiffersthenerdy #ao3 #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha

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eightiesrockbaby · 5 years

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Line By Line

Chapter One: Drink, Snort and Blow

Description: A tale of two young, haywire carousers and their turbulent relationship. Party girl Angelica Davis likes to think she has a love for chaos, but, perhaps the chaos of new-found love Nikki Sixx is just too much to handle.

Word Count: 1,922

Warnings: Language, mentions of drugs, sex and alcohol.

Click here to find my masterpost!

Notes: Alrighty, here’s chapter one of something I probably won’t update whatsoever! Jks, I’ll try by best, but like, no promises. Also this is the first thing I’ve written as part of this fandom so I’m pretty nervous about that, too! Anyways, enjoy <3

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Loud and messy; the only motto twenty-one year old Angelica Davis seemed to live by. And a Saturday night on the strip was certainly that. Fuck, any night on the strip was like that. You could hear the music blaring, bottles smashing and crowd cheering from miles out. And that’s what made it home.

It was already well past one, and Angelica - along with her two roommates - had drank, snorted and blown everything they could in the last three clubs they’d been in. The girls weren’t exactly the shy type. Maybe that’s why boys took a shining to them, Angelica in particular.

The trio had built themselves a reputation on the strip as a gang of chaotic revellers. Their faces were well-known on the scene - much to the girls’ enjoyment of course. They danced with the devils of the night and laughed about it every waking moment. However, their disorderly behaviour did get them into some trouble from time to time, and tonight was no different.

Cut to the three girls racing down a side road just off of the strip; mannequin and car-keys in hand - and an angry chubby man chasing the wind behind them.

“You fucking bastards!” The man screamed at the girls breathlessly. The belt of his black dressing gown trailed behind him on the wet ground as the man finally slowed his pace. “I’m calling the cops! You better watch your asses!”

The girls continued running, giggling and wheezing as they turned another corner - this time out of sight of their victim. Angelica looked back and, realising the man was no longer chasing them, came to a halt. Man, mannequins were fucking heavy.

“Here,” she took the male figure off her black leather-wrapped shoulders and nodded at Valerie to take over. After Val hesitantly took the model, Angelica rearranged her hair and looked on at a coughing Nancy bent over in a squat-like position. She patted her wheezing roommate softly on the back, all while a proud grin spread across her face.

“Where the fuck even are we, man?” Valerie asked the girls after steadying the mannequin on her bony shoulders. The three looked around them, a look of confusion etching its way onto their faces. The road was dark; no streetlights could guide them out of this one.

Angelica laughed, “Don’t have a clue, let’s just keep walking. There’ll be a party somewhere along the way.” They looked at each other, nodded in agreement and began to walk down the damp sidewalk.

The girls walked for a short while, twenty minutes maybe, all while discussing their recent stolen gems. It wasn’t completely unusual for the girls to go knocking on doors asking men to ‘take them home’ after a night on the strip. Though, usually they’d get the man to drive around for a bit until the girls found an interesting enough party to go to. Either that or one of them would let him fuck her and then they’d bale. Depends what kind of a night they were having. And what kind of guy they picked up.

Though, when Nancy saw the mannequin in the back of this guy’s car she couldn’t resist taking it. And as per, the other two followed suit. Just so happens that this time ‘following suit’ meant Valerie flirtatiously distracting the man enough to let Angelica steal his car keys. They had planned to somehow get him out of his car and drive off, but that was a bit too far fetched - even for them. Instead, the minute Valerie stopped palming the guy through his robe he realised his keys were missing and began throwing a fit.

A few twists in the road later, and the girls were met by a friendly face outside of an all-familiar apartment building. Despite not being entirely sure on how they got here, the girls were glad to be somewhere they knew they could chill out for a bit.

“Hey T-bone,” Angelica took her hands out of her pockets to give her fuck-buddy a hug. Well, they’d only fucked once - and it was just after Tommy had broken up with his girl of the month. Poor Tommy; the man falls in love way too fast and way, way too hard. She took care not to spill the bottle of beer he held in his hand.

“What’s up, Angel? What’s with the mannequin?” He laughed and pointed at Val - the blonde now visibly struggling to keep it on her shoulders any longer.

“Stole it from a randomer near the strip. Think it’ll be a fun addition to your apartment?” Angelica chittered slightly, the early morning air was getting to her and the blood-thinning alcohol certainly didn’t help her case.

“Yeah. Listen, you guys wanna come in for a bit?” Tommy nodded over at Nancy. She was using her long brown hair as a shield from the spring winds that hit from the side of the building. “Come meet the new band members.” He had a proud smile printed on his face as he scratched his chest with his one empty hand.

“Oh, so you’ve got yourself a band now have you?” Angelica chuckled lightly as she took Tommy’s beer bottle from his grasp and sipped on it, “We’ll go up for a bit.” With that, she kissed Tommy lightly on the cheek and motioned for the girls to follow her up the fire-escape stairs. Valerie decided against taking the mannequin, of course. It now lay discarded on the sidewalk. However, the stolen keys still made an outline in the back pocket of Angelica’s black leather trousers.

“You’ll have to use the window!” The girls heard Tommy shout up at them. The music was pretty loud, and people decorated the staircase like stray cats. After crawling in the white paint-chipped window, the three split up.

Each of them had a different game plan when they went out; for Nancy, it was finding the best drugs the place had to offer and sucking up to whoever dealt them. Usually she managed to score something for free, or for a blow job. But that basically meant free anyways..right?

Valerie chose a different route; mainly deciding to hang out with girls and talk about nails, hair, sex...you know, the usual girly chat. It was somewhat of a guilty pleasure of hers - the other two roommates weren’t the most feminine in those respects, so she enjoyed conversing about the magazine gossip every now and then.

And Angelica, well, she could do pretty much anything she wanted. Apart from joining in on Valerie’s chats. Most of the more ‘generic’ girls on the strip didn’t tend to like her. They were mainly just jealous over the fact that every man that walked through the door would undoubtedly drool at the sight of Angelica and not them. What can she say? Teased purple hair was definitely an attention-grabber.

She settled herself in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Jack from the grimey white worktop. She looked around for familiar faces, but to no avail. She leaned over the countertop and overlooked the living-room area in front of her, holding the bottle of whiskey up to her lips and slowly chugging it. If all else fails, drink.

“Excuse me!” Angelica spun herself round, feeling a tap on her lower back and a slurred shout in her ear. A guy - maybe early twenties - was in the traditional marriage proposal position, only this time there was no ring. In its place was a small silver tray with a couple lines on it and a straw. Angelica grinned. Finally, someone was speaking her damn language.

“Would you be so kind as to...” The man slurred his words as he motioned down at the tray before him. He looked up at Angelica, though his eyes were mostly covered by overly-teased jet black hair, so it was hard for her to tell if he was really looking at her or not.

“Why of course, my love.” The slightly buzzed reveller immediately picked up the straw from the glimmering tray and began vacuuming up the white mess before her.

She threw her head back, rubbing the end of her nose and grabbing onto the stranger’s shoulders for support.

She grinned as she saw the man below her slowly stand up in appreciation of her skills. It was as though he was speechless, so Angelica took the initiative to put her hand out for him to shake.

“Angelica.” She stated. The stranger didn’t shake her hand, rather he kissed her knuckles and afterwards placed her palm on his bare chest. His red unbuttoned shirt barely covered anything. Angelica looked down at his chest, her eyes zoning in on where his hand covered hers.

“Nikki.” He looked at her dilated pupils and matched her smile. His hair had shifted slightly from when he was in the proposal position, making it easier for Angelica to identify his features. He was attractive - undoubtedly and deadly.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she licked her red painted lips, “Nikki.” The taller boy took a step closer to her, their bodies now almost stuck together with sweat.

“I’ve got more where that came from,” He motioned towards the now discarded silver tray that sat next to Angelica’s empty bottle of Jack on the countertop. “If you would just follow me back there.” Nikki spoke seductively and pointed to what the girl could only assume was his bedroom. Well, one thing’s for sure. He was not offering her drugs, rather, something much more enticing.

Drugs and sex? Fuck, this man was golden. She nodded and grabbed Nikki’s hand, lacing their fingers and letting it fall to their sides. He smirked and began guiding her through the sea of people surrounding them. Only then did Angelica become aware once again that, yes, there were more than just her and Nikki there. God, she must be out of it for a real one tonight.

He fumbled with his door handle, though with no success. She figured someone must’ve jammed it shut from the other side. Someone who probably had the same intentions her and Nikki did.

“Bathroom.” The girl ordered, needy.

And so he led her there. It felt like time was moving in slow motion; every passing second and every hungry glance the two shared was drawn out. Eventually, Nikki opened the bathroom door hastily, locking it once Angelica had stepped inside.

Immediately, he pressed her up against the door and attached himself to her lips. She moaned into the kiss as his tongue entered her mouth. Fuck. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies; Nikki fumbling with her leather jacket and Angelica attempting to slide his shirt off of his broad shoulders.

The two momentarily broke the kiss to catch a breath, giving Nikki the opportunity to lift Angelica’s t-shirt over her head and discard it on the floor along with the few other articles of clothing already missing from their bodies. Their movements were rushed, almost as though they would never get this time again. Angelica smiled hungrily and put her arms around Nikki’s neck, dragging her freshly painted black nails along the bottom of his hairline. Nikki didn’t waste any more time, and after staring at her blown pupils for a few seconds, dove into her neck.

Angelica bit her lip in an attempt to be quiet. Though, she soon lost any sense of power over her body. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, smiling in ecstasy. Let the good times fucking roll.

#the dirt #the dirt movie #motley crue #motley crue movie #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #fanfiction #fanfic #motley crue fanfic #motley crue fanfiction #the dirt fanfic #the dirt fanfiction #the dirt fandom #motley crue fandom

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camillemontespan · 5 years

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the abc of love [drake and camille]

For those who wish to know more about Dramille (yes that’s their couple name which I’ve just made up on the spot, come at me!)

@cora-nova thanks for creating these amazing questions, I enjoyed filling them out!

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1. A - ANNIVERSARIES

They always celebrate their relationship anniversary. They do the same thing each year - sit in front of the fire out on the terrace and make smores. It’s simple but it’s cute and it suits them perfectly.

2. B - BELIEFS

Camille likes to think there is something after death. Drake is the opposite- he doesn’t believe in God and he thinks that once you’re dead, you’re dead.

Camille says she doesn’t believe in star signs but she will still sneak a peak in the horoscope section of magazines, you know, just in case.

3. C - COLLECTABLES

Drake has kept the receipt of their first dinner date together. He also has an album on his phone which are just photos he has taken of Camille. He looks at it whenever he misses her or just wants to feel warm and fuzzy.

Camille got into scrapbooking, thanks to Maxwell. She keeps photos, receipts, restaurant napkins, theatre tickets... everything they have done, she will keep a memento of.

4. D - DRINKS & FOOD

Drake does most of the cooking, which is surprising to some people - they only see him when he is mocking the tiny finger food at court. When he cooks, he prepares hearty meals that are meant to be feasted on.

Camille likes white wine. She also loves Espresso Martinis, which are perfect for a night out because it gets you drunk and keeps you awake at the same time. Drake thinks cocktails are unnecessary but if Camille asks him to join in, he will. He will always choose a Manhattan (unless he is at brunch and has a mimosa. More on that later).

They both love going to this seafood restaurant that is right by the harbour in Cordonia’s Old Town. The fish is caught that day and they will both sit outside, looking out at the harbour, eating grilled fish and drinking white wine (Drake will actually drink white wine if he is having fish, and red wine if he is having steak).

Camille’s comfort food is mac n cheese as it reminds her of home.

5. E - EXERCISE

Camille enjoys barre class, Pilates and spinning. Drake prefers just sweating it out in the gym, but if it’s a sunny day, he will hike up the mountains. He feels free when he is high up, away from civilisation.

They both watch NFL. Camille supports the Giants, Drake obviously supports the Texans. They host Superbowl at their house every year, which is always fun as they get really into it, with bets and hotdogs and whiskey. Hana and Maxwell don’t understand the rules, Liam is too busy checking his work emails and Olivia gets bored but they enjoy the entertainment.

6. F - FIRST

Their first dance was at a ball in court and both wanted the other but couldn’t do anything about it. For Drake, that first dance was torture as he held her close, wishing he could kiss her.

Their first kiss was over a bottle of whiskey. Drake remembers Camille tasting of whiskey and watermelon lip balm.

Their first time together was, again, after drinking whiskey. Drake had taken her back to her room to sleep off the whiskey but before she could go, he couldn’t help himself and kissed her. One thing led to another..

7. G - GOLD

They both don’t care for wealth or material possessions. Camille was working class and got her first job aged 14 to help her grandmother with the rent, food shopping, bills. She views money as a way to survive; not to flash the cash and spend on designer items or cars.

Drake’s most prized possession is his grandmother’s engagement ring, which he proposed to Camille with. To him, it is priceless.

8. H - HOME

Camille’s parents died when she was five from a drug overdose. Camille was adopted by her grandmother, Gisele. They lived in a small house in the outskirts of New York. Camille is part French on her grandmother’s side - they are descendants of Madame de Montespan, mistress of Louis XIV. Gisele always talked about it - Camille doesn’t as she thinks nobody would believe her, plus she doesn’t like to brag.

Drake visited the ranch in Texas every summer and it’s a place where he feels happiest.

9. I - ISSUES

Camille isn’t keen on Kiara (Kinky Kiara). They sometimes argue when Drake starts thinking that he doesn’t deserve this life, which Camille always takes great pains to tell him he does.

10. J - JOLLY JOKER

Drake loves humour when comedians say the very thing they shouldn’t. Anything that’s controversial, Drake likes.

Camille is incredibly ticklish and Drake knows it. Drake takes advantage of this all the time.

11. K - KIDS

Camille loves babies and gets broody easily. Since she lost her parents so young, she has always wanted babies and a home to create.

When they had Lily, Drake was over protective from the start. He would watch over her while she slept, scared she would stop breathing.

Camille is very hands on and loves Lily with every fibre of her being. This child will never feel lonely or lost.

12. L - LOOK

Camille will wear Prada, Gucci and Chanel when she is on Duchess duty. When she is off duty, she likes to wear Anthropologie and The Kooples. She takes skincare seriously, and has the wrinkle free skin to prove it, and her favourite perfume is Gabrielle by Chanel - her mother was called Gabrielle, so the perfume holds a special meaning to her.

Drake relies on the old faithful - denim shirt and jeans. But, when he suits up for court events, he really suits up. Armani suits. His favourite perfume is Bleu de Chanel, which smells woody and masculine.

13. M - MEDIA

Drake doesn’t like social media as he doesn’t see the point in it. Who cares what you ate for dinner? Why are people taking photos of their dinners?

They both have Netflix. Drake likes Stranger Things (he fancies Nancy). Camille loves Queer Eye (can you believe?!)

14. N - NETWORK

Their core group consists of Liam, Maxwell, Hana and Olivia. They don’t like Madeleine but will tolerate her if she is around. Camille is the people person of the relationship; she sparkles and knows all the right anecdotes. Bertrand taught her well.

15. O - OBLIGATIONS

Camille focuses more on Duchess duties. She hosts an open house every Thursday from 1-4, a tradition that was abandoned more than 200 years ago but which she has brought back. It means the citizens of Valtoria can visit the estate and speak to her in person regarding any issues they have. Drake deals with things around the estate such as land conservation.

16. P - PAMPERING

Camille goes to the spa with Hana and Olivia once a month. Drake likes the plunge pool.

Drake makes Camille breakfast in bed every Sunday. It is their couple time. They will sip coffee, eat waffles with nutella and bananas and read their papers. Sometimes, if he is feeling fun, he will make them mimosas (Hana introduced him to mimosas and he was ashamed to really like it).

17. Q - QUESTIONS

They are both private about their personal life as they don’t court attention. They share everything - Camille had to teach Drake to trust her with his secrets. It was another wall which she broke down.

18. R - ROUTINE

They both get up at 8am to have breakfast on their balcony. Camille attends meetings and Drake talks to landowners. They both have a meeting together for one hour in which they discuss their duties, progress etc but after that, they talk about normal things. They have dinner together every evening and they don’t talk about work.

19. S - SENSUALITY

They both love sex. They are both passionate and like to focus on the other. Drake is very generous and gives all of himself to her. They aren’t crazy in the bedroom but they have handcuffs and have used hot wax before. The balcony is one of their favourite places to have sex. Camille likes to be dominated over; any time he picks her up against a wall, she loves it.

20. T - TOGETHER

They are such a cosy couple. They are always touching; whether its kissing or holding hands, they find a way to touch. Olivia says they are sickening.

21. U - UPS & DOWNS

For Drake, he only needs Camille and their daughter to be happy.

He likes the simple things. He loves whiskey, the outdoors, the smell of wood burning in a fire. Texas. Endless summers in Texas. He loves the scent of Camille’s hair - coconut- and her watermelon lipbalm when she kisses him.

Camille loves Drake and Lily. She adores their dog, Maxwell, named after their friend of course, and she loves New York.

Camille is the eternal optimist while Drake can be very pessimistic.

22. V - VACATION

They enjoy hiking up the mountains and city breaks. Rome was a particular favourite of theirs as they wandered round the city unnoticed, getting drunk on wine and overeating on pizza and pasta.

23. W - WEDDING

They married at the Walker ranch at sunset. Camille had planned most of it and had kept the location secret from Drake until she was forced to tell him (basically when the invitations were ready to be posted). He got quite emotional and had to have a moment alone. So much joy.

They spent their wedding night by the lake at the ranch. It was really warm outside and they hadn’t wanted to be cooped up indoors. Drake found pillows and blankets and they consummated their marriage by the lake.

24. X - EXs

Drake has slept around but has no ex-girlfriends. He didn’t think any girl deserved to be ‘saddled’ with him so he made sure he was distant and aloof. It didn’t work; the ladies loved it, wanting the chance to ‘help him’. He didn’t like many of the girls at court anyway as they were too spoiled or giggly or annoying.

Camille had a boyfriend when she was 7 years old called Patrick which lasted one day. When she was 16, she had a boyfriend called James who she was with for two years.

25. Y - YELLING

Camille gets emotional. Drake is rational. This swaps around when Drake is drunk; if they fight when they’ve been drinking, he shouts. Camille will treat him like a child, which only annoys him more.

They fight when Drake relies too much on whiskey to cloud his negative thoughts.

Camille is fantastic at the silent treatment.

26. Z - ZOOM

They were made for each other. Drake can now die a happy man having been with her and Camille finally feels safe and loved and wanted. They are best friends wrapped up as lovers.

#coranovawrites #the abc of love #drake walker x mc #cora-nova

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gutterdreams · 6 years

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Gutterdream’s Masterlist

HEAD CANONS

Billy Hargove:

Miss Atomic Bomb:

* Based on The Killers song by the same name.

Tequila:

* You’re not a very good drinker.

Run Away:

* Billy wants to get out and wants you to come, too.

Jailhouse Blues:

* Picking Billy up from jail and the consequences.

Bonding

* How dare you hang out with Max and not him?

Girlfriend Material

* He’s not looking to be tied down, but if he was....

Backdoor

* Billy takes on the world of anal sex. Well, tries to.

Skintight

Billy loves shopping with you.

I Wish You Would

* Maybe you shouldn’t have hung up, but he shouldn’t have picked a fight about...whatever you were fighting about.

Skivvies

* It’s your turn to be in control.

Captured Your Heat

* A little effort goes a long way.

Overheated:

* Bad luck on a bad night with the Camaro.

Time Moves Slowly

* Billy didn’t think you would ever get over him, but with Steve ?! Of all people!

STORIES

Stranger Things:

Honestly PT 1 & PT 2 - Billy Hargrove

* In your relationship, truth isn’t as easy to come by as you thought.

Unhook PT 1 & PT 2 - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* With high school almost over, you and Billy have the future to consider.

Ten Feet Over Pt 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 - BIlly Hargrove - Complete

* One time I was forced to listen to a Toni Braxton song and this angsty story about Billy acting without thinking during a heated argument was born.

Rest, Shame, Love & RSL PT 2 & RSL 3 - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* A sleepy drunk former flame at a party and Billy Hargrove is strangely moved to do something.

Like Lions, Like Lambs - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* He always takes it too far.

Mending Babylon - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* Your dad has some lessons to pass along to pseudo son Billy.

Pantomime (Side Story To Mending Babylon) - Complete

* Babysitting your deaf little sister is not how Billy wanted to spend his time.

Mummify - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* There’s some things you just can’t leave behind.

Milk & Black Spiders PT 1 & PT 2 (side story from Mummify)

* Spring break means going to California for Billy, but not everything in California is how he left it.

The Chain PT 1 & PT 2 & PT 3 & PT 4 - Billy Hargrove

* A long term relationship can only survive so much grief.

Cytokinesis - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* With a little inspiration, Billy is willing to study for an upcoming science test.

Squeeze - Billy Hargrove

*Billy doesn’t like that people think he isn’t dynamite in the sack. - Smut

Peacekeeper 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 Part 4 & Part 5 - Billy Hagrove - Complete

* Your relationship is great. It’s just your boyfriend’s dad that’s the problem.

Wrapped Up 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 & Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 - Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington

* So your boyfriend is super hot, but so is his mortal enemy.

Bananas PT 1 & PT 2 - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* Every girlfriend has a moment a ‘crazy girlfriend’ moment, right?

Air Castle - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* Billy's life is the best and he doesn’t want anything to ruin that perception.

In A Little While 1 & Part 2 & Part 3- Billy Hargrove

* You plan the wedding, not the marriage, and certainly not the divorce.

Thumbscrew - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* If your parents don’t think he’s good enough for you, he’ll prove that he’s not.

The Lucky Ones PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 - Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington

* A sister-brother Hargrove story with Steve trying to sort out his emotions in between all that.

Butter Up - Billy Hargrove

* Billy doesn’t mind the way his dad apologizes.

Shimmy - Billy Hargrove

*A silly bet to get Billy to dance was all it was meant to be. - Smut

Staple - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* You two have always been there in each other’s lives, always.

Sugar Walls Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler - Complete

*Billy knows his girlfriend has fooled around with Nancy before, but this is different. - Smut

The Last Time - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* He just wants a yes or no answer.

Cut Through The Clouds - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* He would hate to be the reason you were unhappy.

DRABBLES:

“May I interject here?” - Billy

“She isn’t worth it.” - Billy

“Twice in one night?” - Billy

“Why are you tugging on my hair?” - Steve

“I’m really over you telling me what I can and can’t do...” - Billy

“Would you be upset if I had?” - Steve

“We have to cry together then.” - Billy

“It’s just a number, baby.” - Billy

“I’m trying to imagine it.”- Billy

“Am I dreaming you?” - Billy

“I can’t wait to feel you.” - Billy

“You looked so happy when I saw you two.” - Billy

“You’ve been on my mind lately.” - Billy

“You’re blushing.” - Nancy

“You’re blushing” - Billy

“I didn’t go to high school parties.” - Hopper

“Come back or don’t talk to me again.” - Billy

“Just tell me what you want.” -Billy

“I know how you taste.” - Steve

“This summer, fuck it, run away with me.” - Nancy

“Guess who is back and better than ever.” - Billy

“Do you think she knows?” - Billy

“I’m not fucking finished.” - Billy

“We flirted a lot.” - Billy

“Half the time I hate you, but...” - Billy

“I hear all the kissing noises.” - Billy

“Don’t say that in front of my grandparents.” - Billy

“Tell me what I should do.” - Billy

“That’s my motherfucking word.” - Billy

“Make me forget my name.” - Billy

“What are you not telling me?” - Billy

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to upset you.” - Billy

“Let me kiss you.” - Billy

“Am I different than her?” - Billy

“You’re scared, that’s your problem!” - Billy

“We won’t be unhappy.” - Billy

“I need to feel your energy” - Billy

“Do you ever hate yourself?” - Johnathan, Billy

“Nope. No. Too sad.” - Billy

“How much is a lot?” - Billy

“I want to make sure everything is good.” - Billy

“You would know if I was jealous.” - Billy

“Babe, you look so cool.” - Billy

“Let’s hold hands.” - Billy

“Nobody has to know.” - Billy

“Are you going home with him?” - Steve

“I remember everything you’ve whispered.” - Steve

“Don’t be a bad boy with me.” - Billy

“You’ve rolled your eyes 7 times.” - Billy

“Give me more.” - Billy

“I stole your car.” - Billy

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” - Billy

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here...” - Billy

“Oh, do that again.” - Billy

“I only have good memories of you.” - Billy

“Take me to bed” - Steve

“What are you wearing?” - Billy

“I was all up in her buttermilk cookies!” - Billy

“You left me alone with them!” - Billy

“What’s your fucking damage?” - Billy

“I wish I could keep you safe from the outside world.” - Billy

“Maybe, just don’t leave this time.” - Billy

“Can we just stay home and watch movies?” - Billy

“I’m burning every t-shirt” - Billy and Steve

“You have mascara all of your face.” - Billy

“Do you think you could ever forgive me?” - Billy

“This is a very bad Friday.” - Billy

“I can’t wait to feel you.” - Billy

“You’re a constant headache.” - Billy

“I wish I never said anything.” Steve

“Be honest without being mean.” - Billy

“Why would I be with you if I was looking for someone else?” - Billy

“I’ve never done drugs before...” - Billy

“Why don’t you invite me in?” - Billy

“This isn’t the future I wanted.” - Billy

“Stop talking about the blowjob!” - Steve

“This is new territory for me.” - Nancy

“We belong together.” - Billy

“You didn’t even ask me.” - Billy

“You know what you do to me.” - Billy

“It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.” - Billy

“You’re drunker than last time.” - Billy

“They know. They all know.” - Billy

“I’ve never been scared of anything.” - Billy

“I’m not that stupid.” - Steve

“I’ll be fine if you leave.” - Steve

“I think my boyfriend’s an anarchist.” - Billy

“Do you like money?” - Billy

“You always turn me on when you come over.” - Billy

“Angry looks good on you.” - Billy

“You’re going to be late.” - Billy

“You’re twisting my words.” - Billy

“I should have known when I got in your car.” - Billy

“I just asked for a reason why.” - Billy

“Stop talking, look at the stars.” - Billy

“She’s the girl you’re bringing to the hotel?” - Billy

“That’s what my mom said.” - Billy

“You are a twisted person.” - Billy

“Split up.” - Billy

“Don’t fight it.” - Billy

“You made me look pathetic.” - Steve

“I don’t want to keep picturing you with him.” - Billy

“They can’t find out.” - Billy

“You’re not a good guy” - Billy

“Did you just call me ‘sweet’?” - Billy

“That’s what my father told me.” - Billy

“We both know I’m not what you need.” - Billy, Steve

“Have you seen yourself?” - Billy

“My parents would kill me.” - Billy

“You’re going to get me in trouble.” - Billy

“You’re a maniac.” - Billy

“Just like that.” - Billy

Pay attention to/ me, please.” - Billy

“Did it feel good?” - Billy

“It would be so nice to just hang out with you.” - Billy

“I love everything you do to me.” - Billy

“I miss you. I know it’s inappropriate, but I can’t help it.” - Billy

Riverdale:

Blindside PT 1 & 2 - Reggie

Too Cool - Reggie

Anchorless - Reggie

Flutter - Reggie

Independent Study - Reggie (smut)

Leave - Reggie

Sift - Reggie

2 Become 1 - Reggie

Anywhere Else - Sweet Pea

Ever The Same - FP Jones

13 Reasons Why:

Split Second - Jeff & Zach

Undercover - Zach

Woodwork - Zach

#riverdale au #riverdale imagine #riverdale #reggie mantle au #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle fic #reggie mantle one shot #reggie mantle #ross butler #charles melton #zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey au #zach dempsey one shot #jeff atkins imagine #jeff atkins au #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove au

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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hey Steph! I wanted to know if you knew of any fics that dealt with the topic of consent, and very explicit consent, and not even necessarily for sex, but just, explicit consent and conversations of boundaries in a relationship. "hay can I kiss you? it's ok if I hold your hand? can I hold your hand when we're outside?" people talking boundaries, that type of thing... you know anything like that?

Hey Nonny!!

You know, I ABSOLUTELY KNOW that I do, but I didn’t have the foresight to pre-tag all of them as I read them, so I can’t give you ALL of the ones I have in my bookmarks, but I can definitely give you the fics I do have tagged with “Consent” or “Negotiation”, so I hope that’s okay!!

If any of my Lovelies have any that they remember or have their own fics, PLEASE add them!!

CONSENT AND RELATIONSHIP NEGOTIATION

Personal Space by probablyquantum (T, 1,814 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Cuddles, Nightmares, Awkwardness) – John and Sherlock renegotiate the rules governing personal space. Pre-Slash.

Husband by jinglebell (E, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff, Toplock) – Sherlock orgasms when John refers to him as ‘husband’.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Perfect Solo by Itsallfine (E, 2,384 w., 1 Ch., || PWP, Solo Kink, Fantasy, Pining, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys) – Sherlock couldn’t decide how he wanted to have John that night. (The one where Sherlock uses his box of sex toys to take himself apart in every way John might have him.)

Everything by patternofdefiance (E, 4,409 w., 1 Ch. || Snuggles and Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Vulnerable Sherlock) – John wakes up with an armful of Sherlock. This – situation – is unusual, yes, and definitely unfamiliar, but in no way does it feel wrong. Rather, it feels the exact opposite. Part 13 of I Blame Tumblr

Uninhibited by 221b_hound (M, 4,293 w., 1 Ch. || Bathing/Washing, Naked Cuddling, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Big Brother Mycroft, Relationship Negotiation, Massage, Sherlock Has a Low Libido, Pet Names) – Sherlock and John have been apart for the first time since Sherlock returned from the dead. Neither of them has had a good day. John’s gets worse when Mycroft comes to Baker Street in Sherlock’s absence to warn John Watson against disappointing his brother by expecting things to change. Mycroft has misjudged things rather badly. But finally he sods off and leaves John and Sherlock to reconnect, to give and receive comfort, and show each other that they are, indeed, perfectly matched. Part 15 of Unkissed

Beg for Mercy (Twice) by Solitary_Endeavor (E, 7,060 w., 1 Ch. || 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.

The doctor is in by PlainJane (E, 7,581 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Sex Therapist, Anal, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock is a young alpha with an aversion to his cycle. John is a gender medicine specialist. Nothing could possibly go wrong… Part 1 of Doctors and detectives

Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures, Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say ‘oh well, at least we tried’. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.” (This one is… REALLY REALLY kinky, heavy dub-con warning)

Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.

Evening Ride by LapisLazuli (E, 8,632 w., 1 Ch. || Public Sex, Alternate First Meeting, Humiliation Kink, Groping, Frottage, Consent Issues, Come Play) – John has a series of unexpected meetings with a stranger on the Tube.

C. sapiens by patternofdefiance (E, 8,813 w., 1 Ch. || Tentacles Porn, Magical Realism, Bottomlock, Anal / Tentacle Sex, Pheremones) – “A few weeks ago I would have thought you were impossible,” Sherlock begins, walking into the kitchen in his blue robe, and John – not quite catching on – wants to scoff and argue, No, actually, you are impossible, but then Sherlock continues: “But now I’d say you are improbable.” John thinks this might be flattering, if he could wrap his head around it, but he can’t – Sherlock is standing near, steaming his sun-baked-clean-sand smell, like the beach after rain, an alive smell, an other smell. It’s intoxicating, and John has been studiously avoiding it, but he can’t shift away now it’s so near. Now Sherlock’s so near. And then Sherlock ruins the probable-loveliness of his words and the definite-beauty of his presence by saying: “And by ‘improbable’ I mean ‘not yet scientifically acknowledged.’” Part 1 of Gifts from the Sea

John Watson’s Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w., 1 Ch. || Werewolf John, First Time, BAMF John, First Time, Anal, Fleeting Depictions of Violence) – Sherlock finds out John is a werewolf and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world’s only consulting detective will be on his own once again…or will he?

Lacuna by coloredink (E, 15,607 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Consent Issues, Drama, Amnesia) – God, it must have been terrible, to think that he would never have this again.

The Midas Touch by flawedamythyst (E, 32,231 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, John has a Magical Cock, Dub Con, Healer John) – John Watson has a medical condition that means everyone he sleeps with is instantly healed of all illness and injury. This causes complications when Sherlock breaks his arm, and even more complications when Sherlock falls in love with him. Yes, this is a story where John has a literal magic healing cock. It’s a lot less cracky than you’re probably imagining. Warning: Contains complex issues of sexual consent, although not between Sherlock and John.

In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., 12 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Unreliable Narrator, Closeted Bi John, Angst, Miscommunications, Slow Burn, First Time, John’s Blog / Epistolary, Selective Mutism) – John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w., 26 Ch. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal, Autistic Sherlock) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w., 8 Ch. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John “Five Oceans” Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – “For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face.” Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

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.

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w., 23 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon, Hand / Blow Jobs, Torture) – 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.

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w., 31 Ch. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate’s secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn’t he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock’s past as events conspire to threaten their future.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #consent #relationship negotiation #Anonymous

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surveyhoursss · 3 years

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169.

Basics:

I identify as female

I identify as male

I identify as nonbinary or a gender not listed here (what is it?):

I am under 21 years old

I am over 30 years old

I am in high school

I am in university

I am employed

I am unemployed

I live in Europe

I live in Africa

I live in Asia

I live in North America

I live in South America

I live in Australia

I am an air sign

I am a fire sign

I am an earth sign

I am a water sign

Appearance:

I am shorter than 5'5

I am taller than 5'10

I have brown eyes

I have one or more facial piercings

I have dyed my hair an unnatural colour

I wear glasses

I have self harm scars

I have acne

I pluck/wax my eyebrows

I shave/wax my body hair

I have or have had braces

I have visible abs

I bite my nails

I am overweight

I am underweight

I have brown/dark hair naturally

I wear at least one piece of jewelry at all times

I have one or more tattoos

I have freckles

I have a visible birth mark

I have dark circles under my eyes

I have pale skin

I dye my hair a lot

I dress in a feminine way

I dress in a masculine way

I have hair that goes past my shoulders

I have naturally straight hair

I have "resting bitch face"

I paint my nails regularly

I keep my fingernails short/trimmed

I have small feet

I have bangs

I wear a lot of eye makeup

I wear perfume/cologne

I wear a lot of dresses/skirts

I take more than 30 minutes to get ready in the morning

Personality/Random:

I am more introverted than extroverted

I cry easily

I have a bad temper

I like to argue

I am moody

I am easy to get along with

I procrastinate a lot

I am a clean freak

I am idealistic

I am competitive

I am a gamer

I love adventure/trying new things

I believe in astrology

I am deeply religious or spiritual

I am a vegan/vegetarian

I have a skincare routine

I am very forgiving

I am very materialistic

I am self conscious

I am impulsive

I am logical/realistic

I am always on time/early

I find it hard to relate or sympathize with others

I love being the center of attention

I generally dislike authority

I am very independent

I am very dependent

I am on my phone too much

I shower every day

I don't know a lot about politics

I believe in the equality of the sexes

I consider myself a feminist

I am a bad texter

I use Snapchat a lot

I enjoy talking on the phone

I post pictures on Instagram regularly

I take a lot of selfies

I love anime

I love science fiction

I love going to parties

I am more of an indoor person than outdoor

I am sporty

I am a movie buff

I love to read

I love animals

I play an instrument

I love shopping

I love horror movies

I like drawing/painting

I can knit/sew

I know how to hand wash clothing

I love true crime documentaries

I believe in the supernatural/occult

I am environmentally conscious

I prefer cats to dogs

I have been told I am mature for my age

I want to travel the world

I like to sing

I like to cook/bake

I don't have a lot of close friends

Relationships/Sexuality:

I am single and looking

I am single and not looking

I am in a relationship

I am married

I have had a child with someone

I am divorced

I am widowed

I have been dumped more than once

I have cheated on someone

I have told someone (romantic or not) I loved them when I didn't

I have been in a relationship with the same person twice

I have been in a long distance relationship

I haven't fallen in love

I believe monogamy is the only way a relationship works

I have had a friend with "benefits"

I am waiting until marriage to have sex

I had my first kiss before I was 10

I had my first kiss with a boy/man

I had my first kiss with a girl/woman

I have not yet had my first kiss

I have given or received a hickey

I am heterosexual

I am bisexual/pansexual

I am homosexual

I am a sexuality not listed here (what is it?):

I have sent nudes

I have taken/take birth control

I use condoms regularly

I have taken an emergency contraceptive before

I have not had any form of consensual sex

I have had vaginal intercourse

I have had anal sex

I have given/received oral sex

I have had sex with more than 5 people

I have had a threesome

I have had sex in a public place

I have done sexual acts with a member of the same sex

I watch porn regularly

I have watched porn with someone

I own sex toys

I have been to a sex toy/video store

I would be considered kinky by most people's standards

I enjoy dirty talk

I like pain during sex

I like to inflict pain during sex

I have a high sex drive

I have a low sex drive

I am submissive

I am dominant

Experiences- Bad & Good :

I have used a fake ID before

I have been barhopping

I have drank so much I blacked out

I have drank so much I puked

I have gotten drunk under the legal age

I have gotten drunk under age 14

I smoke/have smoked cigarettes

I have quit cigarettes

I have smoked cigarettes under the legal age

I smoke/have smoked marijuana

I have taken hallucinogens

I have tried cocaine

I have tried some form of opiate for recreational purposes

I have tried heroin

I have tried a party drug like ecstasy/MDMA

I have drank cough syrup when I wasn't sick

I have taken someone else's prescription drugs for recreational purposes

I have been addicted to something

I have gotten over an addiction

I have sworn/screamed at my parent or guardian

I have made someone cry

I have had a near-death experience

I have attempted suicide

I have been homeless

I have ran away or tried to run away from home

I have been broke

I have been bullied

I have wished someone death

I have broken someone's heart

I have had my heart broken

I have been abused physically

I have been abused sexually

I have been abused emotionally

I have been diagnosed with a mental illness

I have traveled outside of the country

I have been on a road trip with friends

I have stayed at a motel

I have gone bungee jumping

I have gone parachuting

I have stolen something

I have snuck out

I have been to a concert

I have been to a play

I have performed in a play/concert outside of school

I have prayed

I have skipped school

I have failed a course

I have been arrested

I have received a ticket

I have painted my room

I have pierced something myself

I have kissed a stranger

I have gotten in a car with someone I just met

I have met face-to-face with someone I met online

I have seen a baby being born

I have changed a diaper

I have watched someone die

I have cheated on a test

I have lied about my age

I have gotten my drivers license

I have voted before

I have been to more than one funeral

I have been involved in a wedding ceremony

I have given a public speech

I've cut my own hair

I have taken a shower or bath with someone

I have been pregnant

I have made a retail/tech purchase of over $1000

I have signed a lease

I have gone skiing

I have gone swimming in the ocean

I have been to a zoo

I have moved out of my parents/guardians house

I have broken a bone

I have gotten stitches

I have dined and dashed

I have been vaccinated

I have had an STI

I have been hit/hurt by someone to the point of bruising/blood

I have had strep throat

I have had chicken pox

I have lit something on fire that I wasn't supposed to

I have prank called someone

I have been grounded before

I have had an unusual pet

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