#i feel it really captures both of these anxious love sick idiots

[yournowheregirl]

alice! i'd love to hear more about "i wanna make you swoon" 👀 GIMMEEE

okay so this summer the deleted song 'get it right' from frozen 2 went semi-viral on the clock app and it got stuck in my head for WEEKS. naturally, i went and made it about steddie and more specifically a 3 + 1 failed proposal fic. i haven't written much yet, but here are the 3 + 1 ideas:

one. Steve has the perfect proposal plan. It's the middle of summer and there are supposed to be dozens of shooting stars tonight, so he's filling the Beemer with all the necessary equipment for a midnight picnic at Lover's Lake (which he thought was pretty fitting for the occasion). He's got the blankets, he's got the wine and snacks and most importantly, he's got the ring that's been tucked away in a part of their shared wardrobe where Eddie'd never find it (behind his polo shirts), everything is set. The night itself goes smoothly, Eddie doesn't seem to think that tonight is any different from their usual date nights, even with the way Steve's hands are trembling and he's sweet talking Eddie more than usual. But just when they're walking alongside the shore of the lake and Steve's about to go down on one knee, they hear a very familiar voice behind them. From the bushes appears none other than Dustin Henderson, who also came here to stargaze but for nerd reasons that Steve doesn't really care about. He tries to shoo Dustin away but Eddie, being the good guy that he is, invites Dustin over and just like that, the moment's gone.

two. Eddie has the perfect proposal plan. Corroded Coffin is playing sold-out shows for three nights in a row and at their final show, he's planning to propose to Steve halfway through the song he wrote specifically for him. His bandmates and the crew are well aware of his plan and Steve, while confused, agreed to watch from backstage. Eddie's giddy all night, buzzing out of skin a little more than usual, and the whole night is perfect. As planned, they stop playing halfway through the song and Eddie holds this little speech about how he wrote this song about the love of his life, secretly patting his pockets to find the ring he bought for Steve months ago, only to come up empty. Shit. Well, Eddie can still give him the ring later, it's the gesture that counts. He's just about to call Steve on stage when he sees something in the crowd - some bulky guy harassing a girl who clearly isn't interested. Well, this clearly can't do, so Eddie yells at the guy, throwing all kinds of insults at him and the crowd goes wild. Security steps in before things get too heated but just like that, the moment's gone.

three. Tonight has to be the night. Steve doesn't care that he feels like complete and utter shit, that his bones feel twice as heavy and that he feels cold all over even though it's still warm for this time of year, he has to do it tonight. Because tonight, some kind of planet is visible for just a couple of hours and it will take decades before that happens again. Eddie had been talking about it for weeks and Steve's tried everything to make sure that this time it's perfect. He called Dustin to stay home (and to tell the rest of the Party not to bother them for the rest of the night), he got the ring, and all is fine. Well, except for the fact that feels a headache coming up and he's trembling in his sneakers and Eddie is literally begging him to go home and get some rest. But he's not going to do that, he has a plan, you see, and he's so lucky to have Eddie in his life and if he doesn't get it right now, Eddie's just gonna leave him and- and - He's suddenly rambling with tears in his eyes, his body aching all over, and Eddie has to manhandle him back into the car, driving them back home without even seeing that dumb planet and Steve's pouting the entire way back, before he dozes off in their bed, mumbling something about a ring.

plus one. Eddie has lived through many a disaster in his life, but he feels like this is going to be the one that finally breaks him. After his failed proposal back at his show, he's determined to get this one right. They're at home, no crowd to distract him and he checked in with Steve's health earlier that day (because he was pretty sure that Steve was about to one-up him the other night and while he doesn't like seeing Steve sick, he's kinda glad that he can propose instead). Everything's supposed to be fine, except that Eddie got distracted by setting the table that the pasta water boiled over. And the pasta sauce got burned in the meantime. And he spilled a glass of red wine over the crispy white button down he wore even though he feels ridiculous in it. And Mike won't stop calling. And the neighbors are drilling a hole in the wall at 8 fucking PM. And Eddie just breaks. He's tried so hard to make things perfect for Steve, because that's what he deserves, and he still ruined anyway. Steve finds him panicked and frazzled in the living room, with the smell of burnt food wafting through their apartment, and he listens to Eddie explain that he really tried this time, that he wanted to make tonight special for Steve, but that they should just postpone this whole thing to some other night. Eddie slumps back to their bedroom, defeated and determined to sleep it off, until Steve stops him by yelling out the one sentence he had been waiting months to ask. Eddie slowly turns around, his expression a mix between confusion, happiness and still a little anxiety, until he tackles Steve to the floor with kisses and a loud yes. (Later, he'll be pretty pissed at Steve for hijacking his proposal, but the shiny ring on his finger helps soothe that pain)

#strawberryspence #legitcookie #wip ask game #and yes no. 2 is inspired by my beloved bi king billy joe armstrong #who literally tried to fight a guy at a concert once bc he saw he was bullying a girl #we stan an icon #also pls watch that video or listen to the song #i feel it really captures both of these anxious love sick idiots #thanks for asking 💛💛

[namelessayakashi]

alright here they are again! also i realize only now that I read the title wrong. I thought it was "To Capture the King" but instead it was "To Capture the Ring" sooo ya know if you wanna do both, go for it! also damn my amazing names are now lost in the voiddd! i think it was gay wizard man and emotionally constipated king man something like that

For a second I read this and was rly confused bc I was just like "??? Have I wrote this???" But then I realized nooo it was "To Kill a Concept" and idk why those sounded similar in my head???

But To Capture a King seems v Merlin-ish.

and yknow the names may have been lost in the void, but I love those ones bc they're accurate.

To Capture A King

"Remind me again how this happened?"

"You're an idiot?"

Merlin reached over, chains clanging as he did so, and slapped Arthur's shoulder. "Says the one who got us caught in the first place!"

Arthur looked at Merlin incredulously.

"You can't hit me! I'm the King!"

"No, you're an idiot who got us captured by assassins, and I'm starting to wonder why they haven't killed us yet."

There was a pause. Then Arthur blinked, slowly.

"Are you...Are you really complaining that they haven't killed us yet?"

Or

Another hunt gone wrong, honestly Merlin shouldn't be shocked by now.

He really should've used his magic to get away before they caught them and slapped the cold iron cuffs with a sick 'just to be safe' onto their wrists. It wasn't Merlin's fault he was still getting used to Arthur knowing, though! It wasn't his fault he was still getting used to being able to do it in the open! How was he supposed to know Arthur would accept it so quickly?!

Well, that didn't matter now, though. Seeing as they were locked in a dark cell, cuffed to a wall side by side, Merlin feeling weaker and weaker, Arthur growing more and more ansty and anxious...

It was still midday, surely the knights would noticed they were missing.

Just gave kidnapping vibes, I'm sure you could tell. So taadaaa

make my brain do work and send title now

#merlin is a snarky little shit #and i stand by that #arthur is just done™ #sick of the assassination attempts #this feels kinda cracky but at the same time not #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur #merthur #fake fic title #fake fic summary #ask #ask game

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Okay, so my ask was about fanfics where either John or Sherlock hallucinates and sees the other one after him (allegedly?) dying. As in, actually hallucinates, not mistakes a real one for a hallucination. Have you encountered anything like that?

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: hi! i hope you're doing fine! i feel really bad for asking, but i really suck at searching, and as i see everyone asking you, i wanted to see if you could help me, if you dont want to, its fine, i feel like im taking adventage of you... im searching for fics post TRF in which John hallucinates with Sherlock, or fics in which Sherlock comes back but John cannot believe it because he hallucinated with him ... im sorry again for bothering you! hope you have a nice day

Hi Lovelies!!

Ahhh, I don’t have a LOT that have this premise, so I’m just going to give you all of the fics I have tagged with hallucinations :) I do suggest “The Quiet Man”, which has this as the primary plot point (down below) and it’s a long one so I think that will best suit you requests, but DO check out all of the others on this list! <3

And as always, Lovelies, if you have something more to what my Nonnies are looking for, please suggest them!

HALLUCINATIONS

Hallucinations can't open doors by Bespectacled dreamer (K+, 1,330 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Hallucinations, John’s Wedding, Light Humour) – In which John gets married and Sherlock gets a broken nose.

Quite Contrary by Hollyesque (T, 1,805 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Sherlock Whump / After Mary Shot Sherlock, Hallucinations / Flashbacks / PTSD, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, Lestrade POV, ) – A short one-shot, alternate scene to Greg's hospital visit in HLV. Instead of Sherlock disappearing, Greg is faced with an unexpected reaction to a hospitalized Sherlock and winds up figuring out something that he really would have rather not known.

Bitter Nights Turned Sweet by Hyliare (T, 4,076 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Insomnia/Hallucinations, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Present Tense John Watson, Cuddling/Snuggling) – Sherlock has always had trouble sleeping; he hasn't always had someone in his life willing to help.

Between Asleep and Awake by katydidit (K, 4,309 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Sick Fic, Post-TRF / Reunion) – John is sick. Incredibly, extremely, dangerously sick. Plagued by a high fever, he begins to hallucinate, start seeing things that aren't really there. Because they can't be there. Can they?

A Is For Aftermath by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 10,567 w., 1 Ch. || Injury / Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship/Pre-Slash/Bromance/Platonics, Hallucinations, Introspection, Insecure / Worried John, Big Brother Mycroft, Alternating POV, Anxious Sherlock, Self-Deprecating, Mildly Possessive Sherlock, 3G Moment) – John is still hallucinating, Sherlock cannot sleep, and Lestrade has a new case for them. But will life at 221B ever be able to return to normal? Epilogue to M is for Moriarty.

I Will Take Care Of You by SailorChibi (T, 16,664 w., 15 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Sherlock, BAMF John, BAMF Lestrade, Reunion Fic) – Two years after Sherlock's death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he's hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn't stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty's web, BAMF-style.

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.

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.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

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.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – 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 (possibly Imaginary Friend)

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.

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w., 58 Ch. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – "Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?"

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.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #hallucinations #Anonymous

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Not Without You (Canon Divergence Stucky Fix-It-Fic)

Eighteen:

Materializing in a side street, Steve steadied himself by leaning on an abandoned car. That same anxiousness he felt in 2012 returned to him when he looked around at the debris of fighting the Chitauri. Considering the green hue to Tony's pale skin, Steve was positive that he felt it too.

"Alright, we have our assignments," Steve started gaining the attention of his team. Looking at Scott, Bruce, and Tony as he continued, "Two stones uptown, one stone down. Stay low. Keep an eye on the clock."

With an aggressive bang of something big being crushed, Steve startled. Turning to look back at the street to find Hulk smashing an alien with a car. Even going so far as jumping on top of the overturned car to make sure the alien was dead.

Turning back to face the three men, Bruce bashfully hid his face and Steve suggested, "Maybe smash a few things along the way."

Ripping off his black tank top, Bruce said, "I think it's gratuitous, but whatever."

Going in the opposite direction of Bruce, Steve gave one last glance over his shoulder. Sticking close to the wall and back alleys, Steve made his way to the Avengers Tower. Tony took to the sky as he, and a shrunken Scott, flew in his most recent Iron Man suit.

For a moment, Steve worried that Tony would have an attack. Ever since 2012, Tony had struggled with PTSD. Of course, Steve knew that it was happening long before then -- ever since he was captured -- but going into the wormhole, really messed him up. Not that Steve could blame him. He imagined that he'd be just as anxious as Tony, if he had been the one to do it.

Eventually, the alien sounds ended as the Avengers successfully finished the fight. Steve's mind wandered to the way he felt back then. Fresh out of the ice, trying to figure out the world around him and mourn everyone who was gone. Confused because never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined an alien race coming to their world to conquer them. It would've been cheesy and unrealistic even in those pulps that Bucky loved so much. Idly, Steve wondered if Bucky would've been oddly fascinated of the goings-on.

"Gotta hustle, Cap," Tony said through the comms, "Things look like they're just about wrapped up here."

Entering the tower through the back with codes he remembered like yesterday, Steve replied, "Got it." Running down empty hallways and passing abandoned corridors that were cleared out when the attack hit, Steve confirmed, "I'm approaching the elevator now."

"Uh, Mr. Rogers, I almost forgot that that suit did nothing for your ass," Tony teased.

Slowing his pace to a casual walk, Steve easily paused in front of the elevator. Blushing, he told his teammate, "No one asked you to look, Tony."

Softly, Tony whispered, "It's ridiculous."

Steve rolled his eyes. Scott decided to add, "I think you look great, Cap. As far as I'm concerned, that's America's ass."

His blush growing even darker, he was glad when Tony started describing who Rumlow and Sitwell were to Scott. Of course, once Scott pointed out how obvious it was that they were the bad guys, Steve felt like an idiot. He had been naïve back then. Trying to navigate a world he didn't know, he didn't even question them back then. Figuring that since they worked for an organization that Peggy and Howard founded, and working with Natasha, they had to be on the right side of things.

"Alright, Cap. I got our scepter in the elevator just passing the 80th floor," Tony informed.

Nodding to himself, Steve started heading that way, "On it. Head to the lobby."

"Alright," Tony agreed, "I'll see you there."

Without a hitch, Steve made his way to the correct elevator. Trying not to think about the last time he had been in an elevator with Rumlow. Of course, not completely a bad thing that he became their enemy. After all, it brought Bucky back to him. Silver lining.

The doors opened and for a moment, the other men looked surprised to find Steve there. For a moment, he was afraid that they could tell that he wasn't the Steve that they knew in 2012. After all, he knew a lot more of the world. Knew of who they were. Of who they really worked for. Maybe it showed on his face.

Settling in the elevator, Sitwell commented, "Captain, I thought you were coordinating search and rescue?"

Remaining ramrod straight, Steve attempted to ease his stance to seem less threatening, and simply said, "Change of plans."

Steve's skin itched the longer he was in the elevator. He knew that he needed to get it out of Rumlow's grasp and out of HYDRA's hands completely. At least, until he had to unfortunately return it.

"Rumlow," Steve announced, feeling the air shift to one of suspicious unease. Knowing that he had to lie, he hoped that none of his tells were on display as he continued, "I just got a call from the Secretary. I'm gonna be running point on the scepter."

"Sir?" Sitwell's head cocked slightly, "I don't understand."

Very aware of how stiff he was standing, Steve focused on that as he half-lied, "We got word there may be an attempt to steal it."

Clearly not buying it, Rumlow said, "Sorry, Cap. I can't give you the scepter."

Taking after Rumlow, Sitwell reached for his phone, "I'm gonna have to call the Director."

Fuck. Steve's heart stuttered, "That's okay. Trust me." Then, knowing that the only way that they were going to trust him, he'd have to do something that made him sick. Leaning over, he ignored the acidic taste in his mouth as he whispered to Sitwell, "Hail HYDRA."

The air in the elevator shifted. Easing once they assumed Steve was on their side. And since Steve was supposed to be doing what the Secretary, a higher up in both S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA, ordered, Rumlow handed over the silver case that protectively held the scepter. Once it was in Steve's hands, he quickly exited the elevator before they could take it back.

Although he felt sick for lying about where his allegiance lied, he couldn't help the upward tick to his lips. He was one step closer to bringing back those who were taken. He was one step closer to happily ever after.

#not without you #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #canon divergence #post infinity war #endgame au #nomad steve #angst #hurt/comfort #fix it fic #otp #eventual happy ending #battle of new york #chitauri invasion #2012 #that suit does nothing for your ass #hail hydra

[ultramarvelslug]

The Set Up

Pairing: Peter Maximoff (xmen) x reader

Words: 1535

Warnings: None

A/n: Done for @yslbuckyx 1k Writing Challenge. Congrats on 1k! Prombt will be in bold. Based sort of on a dream I had so yeah

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“PETER, ITS STARTING!” You yell down the hall and feel a gush of wind in front of you. Standing in front of you, the silver haired boy hands you a pint of ice cream. 

“Here you go, chocolate chip cookie dough, so gross.”

“Shut up Peter. Come on I don’t want to miss the beginning.” You take Peters have and lead him to the bed. 

“What do you mean you don’t want to miss the beginning, you’ve seen The Force Awakens a thousand times.” 

“But its so amazing. Now hush.”

You sit on the bed and settle in. About halfway through, you nod off on Peters shoulder and Peter looks down at your beautiful face, wishing he could capture this moment. Peter had had a crush on you ever since the two of you met. He didn’t want to tell you in case you didn’t like him back; which he didn’t think you did. The two of you had a wonderful platonic relationship and didn’t want to jeopardize that. 

As the credits were rolling, you wake up and leap up from the bed, embaressed that you had fell asleep in such a compromised positon. 

“OhmygoodnessPeter, I’msosorry. Idontevenrememberfallingasleep.”

Peter chuckles, “Slow down Y/n, it’s fine. I really don’t mind.”

Without thinking, you blurt out, “Well I’m gonna go to bed now, bye” Your feet move faster than your brain and next thing you know you are running out the door and hoping Peter doesn’t follow; him being able to catch up with you quickly. 

Thankfully Peter didn’t follow, you didn’t know if you’d be able to face him if he did. When you first came to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Peter caught your eye right away. In truth, you thought he was hot, although you would never voice that to anyone. You had struck up a friendship with Peter, bonding over favorite movies and Queen. Over time your crush on him had grown but you were still comfortable enough around him to be functional. But probably not now. 

“Oh come on Y/n, it's not that bad.” Jean sat on your bed trying to comfort you after you told her your incident with Peter. You had told your best friend about your crush because there was no way you could keep it from her and you trusted her. Even those who weren’t telepaths could see your feelings for Peter and his feelings for you. 

“But Jean it was bad! He’s gonna know that I like him now!” You buried your face in your pillow. 

On the other side of the school, Peter was expressing his feelings about you to Scott. 

“And then she just left! Scott, does she hate me? I think she hates me. What if she hates me Scott?!” 

“Peter,” Scott sighs patiently. “She does not hate you.”

“Yeah? Well why else would she feel like she needed to get away from me as soon as possible?” Scott just looks at Peter with his eyebrow raised. “What an absurd idea Scott, Y/n does not like me you idiot.” Scott just shrugs his shoulders. 

“Maybe you would figure out that she does if you just told her how you feel.” Peter rolls his eyes. 

“Whatever dude.”

Scott walks back to his room after trying to calm Peter down and hears a voice. 

So how did it go with Peter? Jean. Scott and Jean would often have conversations like this whenever they were apart, which wasn’t very often. Scott had told her that Peter needed to talk to him and she noted his thoughts were growing louder and it seemed he was anxious about something. 

Something strange happened with him and Y/n, she ran out of his room with no explanation. He’s really worked up about it. 

Y/n said that she fell asleep on Peter’s shoulder and was petrified so she just ran. Ya know, I’m super tired of them pining after each other and doing nothing about their feelings. 

It really is exhausting. I have an idea of how we can get them together, meet me in the library. 

***

Jean and Scott put their plan into action the neat day at lunch. As usual, Peter and you were sitting next to each other talking quietly. You had apologized before class for running out so oddly the previous night and had blamed it on to much chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Peter had said that it was no big deal and that he was glad you were better. 

Scott and Jean abruptly sat across from you, stopping your conversation. 

“So guys we were thinking of going out to dinner tonight, you wanna join us?” Jean looked at you and you knew exactly what she was doing. 

“But isn’t tonight your guys date night?” Evidently Peter had no idea what was happening. 

“Yes, but Jean and I wanted to invite you guys.” Scott grinned widely. You looked nervously over to Peter, who just shrugged his shoulders. You followed suit. 

“Okay great! Well see you out front at 5?” Jean looks between the two of you triumphantly. 

When your classes end, you had two hours to get mentally and physically ready for this obvious set up. You choose a simple but classy outfit, no need to get all dressed up. Right? You had dinner with Peter dozens of times. So why did this time feel different? 

By the time you were ready, it was already 5:06 and you ran out of your bedroom door. When you reached the main doors, Peter and Scott were already there waiting. 

“Where’s Jean, she is always the first one here.” Scott looked at the two of you. 

“Um, she wasn’t feeling well. But she told me to tell you that there is a drive in movie at 9 and to have fun without us.” You exchange a chance with Peter, one that says ‘do you really want to go through with this’? 

“Well, uh tell her to get feeling better.” You plaster on a smile. 

“Ditto.” Peter so eloquently adds to the conversation. Then, with a whoosh your outside, sitting in one of the professors cars. 

“So that was weird,” Peter looks at you quizzically. “Do you really think Jean is sick?” This question causes you to laugh and looks at Peter. “What? If she’s sick maybe we should do something for her.”

“No Peter, I don’t think she’s sick.” You look back at him with a grin, causing butterflies in both of your stomachs to start looking for an escape route. 

“Oh, okay” Peter whispers and lowers his eyes. Clearing his throat, he continues, “Ok Y/n, we’ve always been great friends and able to talk about the most personal things, so why is it so weird all of the sudden?” 

̈ ̈Probably because Jean and Scott set us up on a date.” Peter’s jaw drops “You didn’t know this?” 

“No, I just I-hm. I’m just an idiot.”  He smiles and looks down at the steering wheel. 

“Peter, you are not an idiot.” You roll your eyes toward him. His eyes bore into you and you feel something in you stir. You stare back with as much passion in your eyes as him. 

Suddenly Peter clears his throat, looks ahead, and lowers his eyes; and just like that, the moment is over.

“So where do you wanna go for supper?” Peter stares forward. 

“Peter, do think I don’t notice you changing the subject.”

“Y/n its just- I mean- well,” he sighs, defeated. 

“Peter, do you have something to tell me?” Suddenly, a gush of wind ruffles your hair and all that is left of Peter is smoke. Before you can even register Peterś gone, he returns as quick as he left. 

“Peter, where did you go? I was wo-” Peter puts a finger to your lip.

“Y/n hold on, I have something to confess. Y/n I’m in love with you, I’ve loved you since the first day we met. I think about you all the time. Sometimes I can't sleep because you infiltrate my thoughts. It’s okay if you don't feel the same way-” Your laugh echoes through the garage and Peter looks downtrodden. 

“Oh just come here and kiss me you dork.” Before he can respond you press your lips to his effectively stopping him from objecting, as if he would. 

The kiss was as smooth and silk and tasted like honey. You and Peters lips melted together like candle wax and both of you felt the love very prominent in the kiss. Peter couldn’t contain the glee in his voice, “So, wheredoyouwanttogo? Wecouldgotodinnerorgoseethatmoviethatscottwastalkingaboutor-” You laugh out loud again. 

“Slow down you’re losing me, what was that?” Peter’s cheeks turn pink and he looks bashful. 

“Sorry, its just I never imagined that you would actually like me back and I just like you so much.”

You kiss him again, this kiss being better than the first. 

“Now I wish I would have told you sooner.” Peter grins his trademark grin and you melt.  

“How about we go have that dinner you were talking about?” Peter agrees, puts his arm around you, and the two of you are off. 

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 12 - Dinner for Two

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.5k words

Chapter 12 - Dinner for Two 

           Hoseok was hanging out with his friends, Namjoon and Yoongi, the three of them at a bar enjoying each other’s company. Yoongi was working as an up and coming producer, helping out with a few small companies that were debuting rookie idols. Namjoon was still in school, studying to be a professor at the local university due to his incredible intelligence. Laughter and chatter swarmed the trio at their table as Yoongi was sharing a story from one of the producer parties. He was talking about different people that he had met and the experiences he had, and his delivery of the information had the other boys in stitches. As the three were relaxing, Hoseok felt his phone vibrate.

           “Oh, hold on, guys.” He said, pulling out his phone. He saw your photo show up on his screen, and he smiled a bit. “I need to take this.”

           “Is this your girlfriend?” Namjoon asked playfully, leaning forward to take a peek.

           “I think you mean ex-girlfriend girlfriend.” Yoongi hummed, sipping his drink as he too leaned forward to see who it was. “Aaah, I was right. She looks exactly the same.” Hoseok hid his phone, pouting at his friends.

           “I’ll be right back.” He huffed playfully, getting up and excusing himself. He hurried outside of the bar, where there were few people around. Pressing the red accept button, he pressed the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He hummed, putting his hand in his pocket. He was waiting for a response, but what he didn’t expect was the sound of you blubbering something, an attempt to communicate with him before just collapsing into muffled sobs onto the phone. “Wha- hey! What’s wrong?” You continued to sob, almost as if he wasn’t there. He tried calling your name a few times to get your attention, and after the third try, it worked.

           “A-are…. are you busy?” He heard you choke out between sobs.

           “What’s wrong?” He asked again. When he heard you sniffle and attempt to gasp for air, he glanced over his shoulder. He saw Namjoon and Yoongi inside, still chatting and drinking their beers. He had been there for a while already, and it sounded like you needed him now more than ever. “I’m out with some friends, so I may be a little late but I can come.” He said. He heard you gasp, and a hiccup escaped your lips.

           “Oh my God, I’m sorry.” You said shakily. “I didn’t want to bother you. I-I’ll call Nayeon. Please, don’t worry about me.”

           “I can’t do that if you called me in tears and you know that.” He heard you slowly begin to relax, your sobs turning into soft whimpers and hiccups of tears. “Give me a few minutes and I can come by.” He said.

           “I don’t want you to cancel your plans…. for me. That’s not faaaaairrrrr….” He heard you begin to sob again. Hoseok let out a deep sigh, trying to think of what to do. Glancing back at his friends once more, he knew if he didn’t go help you out, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

           “I’ll be over soon.” He said quickly. You tried to protest, but he wouldn’t have it. “No, no. I’m coming over. I can’t let you sit in your apartment alone sobbing. Just relax, take some deep breaths, I’m on my way. Okay?” With you confirming, he hung up and stuck his phone in his pocket. Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair and pursed his lips. “Dang it.” Turning on his heel, he headed back inside.

           “Hm? How’d it go?” Namjoon asked, looking up at his friend as he returned to the table. Immediately, Yoongi and Namjoon both noticed Hoseok looked a bit agitated. “Is everything okay?”

           “Yeah. I need to go. She called me in absolute hysterics and I don’t know why. I can’t leave her alone like that, her kids aren’t home.” He grabbed his coat and tossed some bills onto the table for his bottle. “I’m sorry guys.”

           “Don’t worry, go.” Yoongi said, playfully shooing him off. “Maybe now that bartender that was staring at you all night will give Namjoon a chance.” The other boy turned to his friend with wide eyes as Hoseok laughed a bit. A small smile formed on the man’s face, patting Namjoon’s shoulder to indicate that he was only kidding around. “We’ll catch up again soon. Go do what you have to do.”

           “Thanks, Hyung.” Hoseok said. Saying his goodbyes, he hurried out of the bar and tried to think of the quickest way to your apartment. He wasn’t far, but he had to hail a car just to make sure that he got there quicker than he would on foot. When he got to your apartment complex, he sent you a text to let you know that he was headed up and to unlock the door. The entire ride up the elevator was silent, and he was anxious. His mind was racing with what could have possibly had you so shaken up. He had a few ideas, and he did not want any of them to be true. The ding of the elevator hitting the floor altered his attention to the opening doors, and he stepped out, picking up the pace to the apartment. He wasted no time knocking and calling your name. “Open up! It’s me!” It took a moment, but he heard the jiggle of the lock before the apartment door opened. It opened fully, revealing you standing before him. Your hair was a mess, and your face was even worse. Red, puffy eyes stared at Hoseok with a mixture of sadness and anxiety. There were tear stains on your face, and your cheeks were cherry red from all of the crying. “Hey…” he said softly, stepping closer to you. He closed the door, reaching his hands out for you to take however you wanted to best comfort you. “Are you okay?”

           Without missing a beat, you threw yourself into his arms, sniffling as your arms locked tightly around his neck. Hoseok stumbled a bit from the force but wasted no time holding you tightly.

           “I’m sorryyyy. You didn’t have to come…” you managed to sob out in between hiccups and tears.

           “Are you kidding? With you like this, I had to come! I’m glad you called me…now…” he pulled you back just a little bit to see your face. “Tell me what happened, okay?” You were still trying to catch your breath, and that was when Hoseok noticed two marks on your cheeks, that looked like they were forming bruises. “What on earth happened to you?” he asked curiously, his hands lifting up to touch your cheeks. You sniffled, biting your lip as you tried to think of how you wanted to start explaining this.

           “Weong-Bin came here so pissed off.” You said softly. “He started telling me I should have called him when I was sick and that he was not happy you and I were spending time together. When I told him to stop, he got angry and started yelling and threw my pot of food off the stove. He also-.” You motioned to the marks on your cheeks. “-Grabbed me really hard.” You sniffled, feeling your eyes water again. “I was going to call my brother, but he was out and I didn’t want to bother him. I didn’t know you were out too, I’m so sorry, I-.”

           “Don’t apologize.” Hoseok said quickly, pulling you back into a tight hug. “It’s okay. I promise it’s okay. Please, for the love of God, do not apologize.” You sniffled, your hands gripping the back of his shirt as you nuzzled his chest.

“I don’t even understand why he was so mad. I just don’t understand. He went from 0 to 500 so fast.” You said softly. Hoseok nodded, just letting you vent without interrupting for a few moments. From where he was standing, he saw the mess from the thrown pot that wasn’t cleaned up yet. It was scattered all over the floor and he sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Let me help you clean up, yeah?” he asked curiously once he heard you stop venting softly into his chest. You nodded, pulling back from the hug as he led you into the kitchen. He immediately scooped up the pot, putting it into the sink before he grabbed the mop from the kitchen. He began to mop up the spilled food. It wasn’t much, but he threw it all away and wiped up any extra dirt on the floor. “There. Like nothing happened.” He turned to you with a smile. “It’s like I’m a magician, yeah?” he cooed. Finally, he saw a glimpse of a smile on your face. “Aaaah, I saw that.” He cooed, walking over to you. He saw that the tears had finally stopped and used that as an opportunity to wipe away any lingering ones on your cheeks. “There we go. No need to cry, it’ll be okay.” You took a deep, shaky breath.

Suddenly, a loud noise emanated from your stomach, and you blushed. You hadn’t realized yet that you hadn’t eaten for almost 7 hours, the last time being during your lunch break. You rubbed your stomach and groaned. “I’m starving…” you muttered softly. Hoseok smiled a bit.

“Why don’t we go get something to eat?” he asked curiously. “Is your friend working tonight?” When he saw you nod, a grin formed on his face. “Great! Get yourself ready, it’ll be fun~!”

“But-.”

“Nope. No buts. You can’t sit here all night and think about your terrible ex-husband. It gives you wrinkles.” You chuckled as you felt Hoseok begin playfully pushing you towards the bedroom. “Go on now, get dressed. I’ll wait here.”

“You’re an idiot.” You huffed, closing the door to your room as you heard Hoseok giggle. Sighing, you went to your closet and grabbed a nice blouse and a pair of jeans to put on. You were not in the mood to doll yourself up. As you tossed on your clothes and ran a brush through your hair, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your face was still red and blotchy from all the sobbing you did. “I need to cover up this mess…” you mumbled to yourself, digging in your drawer for some makeup. You applied it to your skin, covering up the evidence of your break down as much as you possibly could. Once you looked halfway decent, you stood up. “There we go.”

Hoseok was out in the living room, pacing the floor as he waited for you. He was infuriated that Weong-Bin had come here and treated you the way he did. However, he knew no good would come from confronting him, it would only escalate the situation and stress you out more. So, all he decided he could do was support you from the sidelines. But still, he was angry that you had to go through this. When he finally saw you come out, he turned to you and smiled happily. Your face looked brighter, though that was most likely the makeup, and a fresh pair of clothes made you look like a new woman. Hoseok approached you and happily offered you his arm. “Shall we?” he asked. You hesitated but wrapped your arm around his, nodding.

“Okay~.” You said happily, and he led you out of the apartment.

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“AH! I’m so happy you finally decided to come!” A voice shouted out as you and Hoseok entered the restaurant. You had texted Seokjin on the train ride to the restaurant so that he could expect you, and he eagerly assured you that he would have a table ready. It was a nice little restaurant, and Seokjin was already incredibly popular there, both for his cooking and his good-looks. He assured you it was his looks more, but that was Seokjin’s narcissism talking. He saw you both walk-in and excused himself from the kitchen, hurrying up to you as he wiped his hands on his apron. The first thing he did was embrace you in a hug that you were happy to return.

“I know. We were supposed to come tomorrow, but our plans changed.” You said to Seokjin as he pulled back to look at you.

“Either way, it took you long enough. My cooking has been waiting for you to taste it.” He offered you a childlike pout that made you smile. Then, you saw his zoom in on your face, tilting his head to get a good look at you. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” He pointed out. You blinked, nodding in response as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’m okay. Just a long day, you know?” A giggle escaped your lips in hopes of lightening the situation. Seokjin pursed his lips in thought for a moment. Then you turned back to Hoseok, motioning him to Seokjin. “This is Hoseok…my…” you pursed your lips together, thinking of the best way to introduce him. You saw Hoseok shoot you a glance, and that only made you more anxious. Without missing a beat, Hoseok took Seokjin’s hand and shook his.

“A friend. Nice to meet you.” Hoseok said happily. Seokjin nodded as they shook hands.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m an old coworker of hers.” He said happily. You sighed in relief now that the introductions were done. “Here, I saved you guys a seat, come on.” He said, motioning you to follow him. You nodded, turning to Hoseok as he offered you his arm again, and led you into the restaurant. Seokjin was talking to you, asking about both your cold and Hyo Bin’s, about Min Ja, and about work now that you had returned today. He shared that he had mostly begun collecting hours the shift after yours now that you were back to work.

When you got to the table, Hoseok wasted no time pulling out your seat and motioning for you to sit.

“My gosh, what a gentleman.” You hummed, smiling at him as he pushed you in.

“Oh, my Mom and sister would kill me if they found out I didn’t do this kind of stuff.” Hoseok teased. “Especially for you.”

“Oh, I know.” You nodded as Hoseok sat across from you. You saw Seokjin call over one of the waitresses, and talk to her for a moment before turning back to you.

“Enjoy, guys. Call me before you go, okay?” He asked. You waved him off and watched him return to the kitchen. The waitress took your drink orders before disappearing into the crowd of people. Your eyes fell to the rectangular two-sided menu, scanning it for whatever sounded good. Your stomach was practically eating itself at this point. There was silence between you and Hoseok for a few minutes, but he finally spoke up.

“I’m glad your mood is already improving.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry again for-.”

“Stop.” He said quickly. You frowned.

“But I-.”

“Stoooooop.”

“Hobi-.”

“I’ll get louder.” He grinned a bit. Sighing in defeat, you rested against the back of the chair. “Just enjoy the food and don’t worry about apologizes. Jeez, Taehyung was right, you really are stubborn.” A laugh escaped your lips, and you crossed your arms.

“I am not.”

“That’s exactly what a stubborn person would say.” Hoseok cooed. “Now, on a different topic….” He set his menu down and leaned forward. “Why did you hesitate when introducing me to your friend?” You blinked, trying to think of what to say in response.

“Well, I didn’t want to introduce you to my ex-boyfriend. But….”

“But?”

“But I don’t want to introduce you as my friend anymore, either….”

“Ouch.” Hoseok pouted.

“That’s not what I meant.” You said quickly. “I just… well, it’s like you said, we should take our relationship slow. I agree, but….” When Hoseok saw you hesitate again, he reached out and took your hand, the comforting warmth of his hand embracing your sending a relaxing calm throughout your body. “I don’t want you to get involved with anything going on with Weong-Bin.”

“It seems I’m already involved.” Hoseok said. “Besides, you can do whatever you want. He can’t stop you anymore.”

“But he can try. That’s something I don’t want you to be mixed up in. You’ve been to good to me and the girls for you to be a target for his anger.” Hoseok chuckled. “But at the same time….” You gripped his hand tightly. “I feel like absolutely nothing has changed from six years ago to now.” Hoseok nodded.

“I agree.” He admitted. “I thought if I ever saw you again it would be really awkward. I’m glad it wasn’t.”

“It…it kinda was…” you mumbled, thinking back to how you had to have him put your coin purse into your mouth because your hands were full. Hoseok began to laugh as he recalled that moment in the café as well. “But seriously, what do you make of all this? You know…about me and you.” Hoseok hummed for a moment, his lips pushed together in a cute little “O” shape. You watched him for a moment, glancing between his face and your hands locked together between you.

“Well I think that-.” Before he could speak, the waitress returned with your drink orders and set them before you. Both of you glanced up at her, a slender brunette girl in her mid-twenties, and smiled.

“What can I get for you both?” She asked cheerily. Both of you scanned the menu for a moment but placed your orders pretty quickly. The waitress left with a smile, and both of you turned back to each other. You couldn’t help it and began to laugh a bit.

“That was perfect timing.” You said, covering your mouth as she continued to laugh.

“It must be a sigh. There’s no hope because she cut me the right way to perfection!” Hoseok said, and that only made you laugh harder.

“Oh my God…” you sighed, a few more giggles escaping your lips as the both of you tried to calm down your laughter before you began to disturb the people around you. As you both quieted your laughter, Hoseok took a deep breath.

“In all seriousness, I’ve enjoyed the time you have and I have been spending together recently.” He admitted. “But I don’t want to feel like I’m pressuring you into anything, so I’m trying to keep my distance. Because you’re right, Weong-Bin will find out and be furious, and I don’t want you to have to deal with that either.” You nodded. “But…I don’t know. I agree with you on everything, I just don’t know where to go from here…”

“Me either.” You admitted. “I like where this is going but…maybe we should just continue to take it slow for a little while. Maybe things will simmer down in time.” Hoseok nodded, a smile on his face. You could tell he looked a bit sad at that, and you’d be lying if you said that you felt any other way. “Want to get something to drink?” You asked curiously, reaching out to take his hand again. Hoseok nodded.

“Yeaaaaah.” You chuckled, calling the waitress over as the two of you ordered a drink for yourselves, hoping that would make you both feel better.

The rest of that evening was spent enjoying yourselves. You had gotten no more than two drinks, enough to loosen you both up while still keeping you both lucid. The dinner was phenomenal, but what did you expect from Seokjin, who kept praising his cooking all the time. You got a glimpse of his talents when he would give you a bite of his work lunches, but this was an entirely new experience. Also, Hoseok’s little noises and hums of enjoyment as he ate just made the experience that much more enjoyable.

“I might throw up if I eat anymore.” Hoseok said, pushing his almost empty plate away.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to throw up again….” You mumbled, thinking back to the nightmare you experienced earlier this week. Hoseok scanned the room for the waitress, calling her over and asking for the check. When she mentioned dessert, he quickly shook his head, saying he couldn’t eat anymore for the night. “Can you tell Seokjin to come out when he had a second, please?” You asked the waitress. She smiled, nodding as she headed into the back. You sighed, setting down your utensils as you looked around.

“Do you feel better now that you ate something?” Hoseok asked.

“I feel much better. Thank you…” you said happily. “The food was just as delicious as Seokjin said it would be.”

“Am I not a man of my word?” you heard him call, and you turned your head to see the handsome man approach you. “I promised you delicious food, and I gave it to you.”

“You certainly did.” Hoseok chuckled. The waitress returned, excusing herself to give you the check. Hoseok grabbed it and attempted to pull out his wallet, but Seokjin quickly took it from him. “Hm?”

“Consider this on me.” He said happily. You blinked.

“What? You don’t have to do that Seokjin…” You said.

“It’s okay. I want too. You both looked like you were having fun so just let me take this.” You and Hoseok looked at each other and then turned to see Seokjin hand the check back to the waitress. “Set that aside. I’ll get it before I clock out.” The girl's face turned red as she took the check, smiling.

“Okay, Jin-Oppa~.” She cooed, hurrying to the back of the restaurant. A confident grin graced Jin’s lips as he turned back to the both of you to see you were trying not to laugh.

“…What’s so funny?” he asked, frowning. You stood up from your seat, quickly reaching out to hug Jin tightly.

“Thanks so much for that. It was good to see you.” You said happily.

“Of course!” He said. “I’m glad I got to see you. So, you have to come by again soon! Okay?”

“Okay…” you said. He turned to Hoseok as he stood up, the duo quickly shaking hands.

“It was nice to finally meet you,” Hoseok said. “I’ve heard a lot of good things, and they’re all true.” Seokjin grinned as he got a bit flustered.

“Aw thanks. It was nice to meet you too. Come back soon…. friend.” His eyes fell to you, and your face heated up. A playful grin formed as Seokjin excused himself to go back into the kitchen and finish out his shift. You sighed, turning to Hoseok.

“Ready?” you asked curiously.

“Yep.” He offered you his arm once again, and you eagerly took it as the two of you headed home.

You walked down the street, chatting to each other about whatever came to mind. You were laughing and joking, having an all-around good time with each other. It was a nice night out, not to warm but still slightly chilly to make you want to nestle in close to Hoseok with every passing breeze. He didn’t mind, though, it just made him happier. When you finally arrived at your apartment, you let out a deep, sad sigh of disappointment at the idea that Hoseok would have to leave you now.

“Thanks for dinner.” You said softly as you stood in front of your door. Hoseok nodded.

“Of course. It was a fun night~.”

“More fun than drinking with Yoongi and Namjoon?” You asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. Hoseok shrugged.

“Hanging out with them didn’t win me a free meal.” He said, and you chuckled.

“That’s true.” You said, turning around to unlock the door to your apartment, you swung it open, and the cold, dark entrance to the living room waited before you. You flicked on the light in the hall and turned back to Hoseok, smiling happily.

There were a few moments of silence between the two of you, neither sure what to say that was appropriate to end the night together. There were moments neither of you was looking at each other, staring at whatever else your eyes would land on because staring at each other in silence was just too awkward. It was as if both of you had something to say, but neither knew how to say it.

“… Do you want to come in for a few minutes?” You finally spilled out, motioning inside. Hoseok chuckled.

“Sure, if you insist.” He said. You led him into the hallway and he closed the door behind him. Now that you were inside, you were both once again stuck in gridlock. “… Heh. I don’t know what to say.”

“Me either….” You nodded. “It feels like our first date a bit, doesn’t it?” You asked, a nostalgic smile dancing on your lips. Hoseok nodded in agreement as he thought back to eight years ago, both of you awkward teenagers trying to figure out what on earth they were supposed to do. Was a college relationship different than a high school one? It was new territory back then, and neither one of you walked onto the battlefield properly equipped. It felt so similar now, standing in front of him. However, instead of standing outside the entrance to your shared apartment, you were standing inside the apartment that only you occupied at the moment.

“…We can always end this night, like we ended the last one.” Hoseok pointed out. You looked up at him, and both of your cheeks tinted a bit pink. “I mean…if you want.” It took a moment for you to respond, but finally, you nodded.

“Okay…” you said softly. You took a step closer to him, smiling a bit. Hoseok chuckled, leaning down to offer you a small little peck on your lips. To be fair, that was how he kissed you goodbye on the first date. It was short, it was sweet, it was nice. He pulled back for a moment, but the space between you didn’t widen. If anything, it got closer together. After a few moments of silence, both of you staring at each other with lustfully curious eyes, it wasn’t long before you got on your tiptoes and offered him a longer, more passionate kiss goodbye. Hoseok was eager to reply, keeping you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. The two of you kept the kiss slow and simple for as long as you could, but you could feel his grip tightening on your waist just as yours began to tighten around his neck. After a moment, you pulled back from the kiss, but just slightly so you could say what you needed to before resuming.

“…So much for taking it slow, huh?” You gasped softly. A grin formed on Hoseok’s face. You saw his hand reach behind him and lock the door. As soon as you took the click, a smile formed on your face as well as you grabbed his hand and led him inside the bedroom.

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[lollytea]

Make something.

"When life gives you lemons," is a fun phrase. It's go getter-y, endlessly optimistic. 

But the frustrating part is when you're TRYING to make lemonade but it can only drip drop drip out into a few blops of watery dribble. And its a moldy green. Lemonade is not supposed to look like that.

When life gives you good emotions, its self explanatory. Its useful. Gets shit done. But when you're being leeched from the inside with the bad feelings, you can't produce lemonade. You try but it's never good lemonade.

The only good use for being slumped is making something out of it. Like those writers did in your old school poetry book. Scraping the barrel so you can mass produce words into flowing and "thought provoking" prose, inspired by that concept of a tortured artist's angst. 

Its not like you're a tortured artist though. Not even close. You've always imagined their feelings as more....dynamic than yours.

You see the Great herself who somehow never struggles to find her vocabulary as she weaves the words together to describe what her turmoil is in a way that sways your insides like a cradle.

You see a man hunched with curled fingertips over a bleeding canvas. He's screaming for some unfathomable reason. Probably a part of his process. You really don't understand.

But you can't find those words like they can. You're not nearly as cinematic either. You don’t exist to be considered complex or to be fixed into artistic poses. You exist in order to walk the dog in the mornings, the cold air making you feel sick but only mildly so.

Your fat little face isn't wrung in any kind of angst right now. Its barely focused on the world at all, zonked out and gormless looking as usual, unresponsive to the way life blurs. The moderate amount of dizziness.Your brain is some kind of faulty digital camera. You can't capture anything that's not through a fuzzy lens.

It's quiet and it's anti-climactic and you can't word it in a way that sounds poetic. Because there's nothing poetic about it. It's not inspiration, it's a nuisance.

You can't make something out of this.

You like to think you don't feel anything. But that's not necessarily true. You're 70% numb but there are still those feelings that gnaw persistently until they break through the core and then you break apart.

You're anxious, that's usually what it is. It's an urgent kind of indecisiveness that hops between a crossroads, deciding whether or not you want isolation or to hear a friend say your name again. Its awful when you decide on both, becoming a floating head with a transparent disconnect.

You're no fun when you're like that.

You don't know to handle friends in a way that's both affectionate and indifferent. You can't risk getting upset if you get cut off. You've been left without warning before and you will be left without warning in future. You've decided you need to be mentally secure if that happens again. You need to be ready to convince yourself it wasn't that big a deal in the first place.

But even as batshit bizarre as you are, you know that's no way to live. You can't keep them fully at arm's length and you shouldn't and you WON'T. You need to love them for the sake of your own happiness. And theirs too. Because even in the indeterminate time they're in your life, they matter.

And you're anxious BECAUSE they matter.

You talk too much. You talk not enough. You can never figure out the right amount to talk and either way, it feels like you're doing it wrong. You like to let them do most of the talking but maybe that's not what you're meant to do either. Maybe that just sucks away at what little of a person you already are. You don't like to accidentally talk over anyone. It's never anything important you have to say.

You hope that you'll talk more when you're older. Or at least speak and not bother anyone.

You hope you'll have friends when you're older too.

But you own uncertainty just plays across as a riot inside your own head. It's messy. It's complicated. And it's so, so tired.

You can't make something out of that either.

You're bad at eating. Which is hilarious in its own right. One of the most basic tasks a human can possibly do in order to function and you're bad at it.

When you were a kid, being hungry was the worst way to feel. You couldn't cope with it. You would whine and whinge to be fed and then you were fed. And you would eat.

You ate too frequently, actually. In fact, you can't help thinking about what sixteen year old you would think of your current weight. She'd be ecstatic.

You probably wouldn't even have the patience to deal with her. You'd be too pissed that she was talking about your weight in the first place.

You'd tell her to shut up. It wasn't the way you wanted her to accomplish this. Because even if you reached it, you feel gross and guilty for what you do in your slumps. The idea that she'd be so happy about it makes your skin crawl.

Black Market Dieting.

The stomach groan lasts for days sometimes until it subsides when it realizes its plead is being ignored. You hate it. And you don't hate the way it feels, you hate that it's become an addicting way to feel.

And now you're afraid of weighing scales. You don't like that they know so much about you. You don't like hearing what they have to say. They're not alive, sure, but during this point in your life, no living person can give you worse news.

The eating problem is a stale situation, at best. It's not intense nor interesting nor can it be viewed from any alternative angles or metaphors. Because it's just a problem of yours. It's just uncomfortable to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

Can't make something out of that.

You use "Unlovable" a lot easier now. You say it in your head a lot. Which is a big development, considering that word used to scare you. You don't use it in an overtly anguished sense but in a resigned sort of way. Childishly bitter though. 

Its a thought that has set itself permanently into your subconscious. You don't slink away from it anymore. Though you're still beyond terrified, you sit still in it and accept.

You haven't decided on your final excuse just yet but by god, you have a plethora of them. What is it today, huh? Too sad? Too shy? Too boring? Too mean?

Sometimes it's that you're not smart enough or funny enough or SOMETHING enough. There's some kind of barrier and while you haven't pinpointed the exact flaw yet(maybe it's all of them.) something is certainly stopping you from trying.

You can't connect easily either. A fucking puzzle piece with some weird shaped grooves. Not a lot of people can attach themselves to it. You can barely make FRIENDS so how in the name of FUCK are you supposed to find-.....

And maybe, above all else, you're just afraid of them realizing their mistake. You hate being someone's mistake.

And of course, there's the obvious thing as to why you refuse to get anywhere in that regard. Another aspect in which you're "faulty."

You don't really like the word "Broken." It feels overdone. A little deviantart diary-esque for your own liking. Using faulty makes it sound like less of a problem. Like it's just a few glitches that won't cause any major inconveniences. 

Though you're not really sure if it's only just that.

You don't even know if you're proud of it like you try to pretend you are.

Like a bicycle with one training wheel. It's not necessarily a big problem to you. You can ride just fine on your own. It's them that aren't a big fan and would prefer if you were a little less wonky. Not that there's anything WRONG with you per say, they just can't imagine themselves with...you know.

And you understand. And you CAN do that. Obviously if you loved them, you would screw on the extra wheel for them. You'd try to fix whatever they wanted. You can adapt.

But what kind of delusional idiot goes around advertising a faulty bicycle that only CAN be repaired, if there's so many shiny, perfectly four wheeled bikes down the line.

They're not expected to screw the extra wheel in. It's already there and ready to go at a moment's notice. They can just as easily be purchased with zero of the hassle that comes with you.

So why bother exactly?

That's why you use Unlovable a lot now. Or at least why you're more accustomed to using it. You're all puberty-ed out so i guess you know some stuff for certain now. You've had a lot of time to think about it.

You're in a slump now. Another one. You forget when you got out of the last one and slipped into this one. You know there's a word for it but it's one you prefer not to use. At least when referring to yourself.

It's just slumps. Slumps are like being made of molasses. You do nothing, feel either too little or too much, drone like a librarian and the clock fingers whirl like pinwheels.

Sometimes you worry about slumps. What if they're not slumps at all. They happen too frequently that you could potentially call them your default state. Maybe the real "slumps" are the happier times in-between.

You don't do much of what you're good at when you're in slumps. Which is unfortunate considering you're only good at one thing.

And sometimes you're not good at what you're good at. Honestly, you don't know who decided you were good in the first place. It was probably you. You, saying you were going to be a writer and your family took your word for it that you were talented.

They always say you're good but you've never let them read anything of yours. It baffles you why they continue to say it. Support, you suppose.

But if you're really only good at what you're good at 1/8th of the time, can you really say you're good at all? It's such a small fraction of your time and energy. It can't be done most of the time. Sometimes, you just get lucky.

You can't even make something now. Despite the fact that you know you have to try.

But even with all that, you're still so much of an insufferable writer that there are some terms you refuse to say, even when writing closure vomit like this.

"I hate myself." Tired.

"Useless," Old.

"Worthless." No. No, that just doesn't work either. When you go yelling into the void, you're trying to not use the overused words. You want to acknowledge that you can at least see it from a logical standpoint instead of an old chicken scratch diary one.

You're obviously not above that but you're pretentious and like to believe you are.

You want to be taken seriously. Even when you're so obviously losing your mind, you want it to seem like your head is still on your shoulders.

You've incited multiple eye rolls already and you can live with that. It's what happens when you put an essay this long and this rambly on a public platform. An attention seeking post if you ever saw one.

But all you wanted was to write something. And during a time like this, its all you can write. All you can think about. Your objective is not to be told everything will be alright. If that was the case, you wouldn't be writing it all out to clear your head and fix it on your own.

It is solely to have your current headspace read, self dissected and understood and then it can all be ignored.

Like writing letters in paper airplanes. Throwing them to the wind and hoping someone out there hears you.

Because attempting to write about why you can't write is the most productive thing you can do in that scenario. You made some shitty lemonade but it's better than nothing.

And for the love of fucking God, let's hope that you will eventually make something.

#yknow i think some stuff in here is triggering so do not recommend #but im sorry man i just needed to fuckin write something #anything #to like empty my system #and like. reboot hopefully

[kwangcvlt]

Gross Chapter 8

Pairing: Kaisoo WARNINGS: Depression and Eating Disorders

Summary:  “Kyungsoo knows he’s gross, he knows he’s disgusting, but here he is, in love with the most perfect man, he thinks, has ever existed.”

Masterlist AFF Ao3

Kyungsoo awoke to the burning sensation of hunger. He turned in bed, his body sore, aching as he moved. Although he’d slept for almost nine hours fatigued still overcame him. He changed his focus onto the heat of Jongin’s firm arms as he laid snug in the taller’s arms. He looked up at Jongin’s sleeping face, he looked so peaceful, so content. How he could ever spare a look at Kyungsoo was a mystery to him but he gladly embraced it. Kyungsoo could tell by the increased movements outside that it would soon be time for the two of them to leave the safety and isolation of their shared room and see the rest of the members. Kyungsoo had to face reality, sit in the room with the 10 other boys and face whatever reaction they may have. They would most likely be disgusted. Not with the fact that they were both men but with the fact that Kyungsoo, the ugliest member, had somehow managed to win over Jongin, the most attractive member. He could picture the look on their faces now. It would probably be the breaking point for them, the point in which they all unanimously decided Kyungsoo should leave the group. To finally allow EXO to rise to its full potential without him pulling it down. Kyungsoo buried himself in Jongin’s chest, ignoring, or at least trying to ignore, the current situation as it hurried towards him. He felt Jongin stir into consciousness beside him. He yawned, tightening his grip around Kyungsoo. “Morning,” he whispered, his voice rough from sleep. “How long have you been awake.” Kyungsoo wrapped his own arms around Jongin, “Just a few minutes, don’t worry.” Jongin hummed in response, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of Kyungsoo’s head before laying his chin atop it, “If only I’d woken up sooner.” Kyungsoo moved away, looking up at him in confusion, “Why?” Jongin smirked, “Then we could’ve had a bit of a repeat of last night.” Kyungsoo blushed violently, “Jongin,” he whined. He chuckled, pressing a quick peck to Kyungsoo’s lips, “Let’s get ready, ok?” Kyungsoo shook his head, pouting, “Can’t we stay in bed a bit longer?” Jongin sighed, “When you look at me like that I can’t say no.” He tightened his hold around Kyungsoo once more, making him smile contently. He didn’t want to get up, he didn’t want to leave Jongin’s arms and look at himself in the mirror again, he didn’t want to see all his flaws that stood out so completely. To further remind himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t be in the position he was currently in. To find some new reason to hate himself, a new thing to be worried that Jongin will possibly notice. Kyungsoo tightened his grip. He couldn’t lose Jongin, not when they just started. He couldn’t let him see how flawed, how utterly gross he was. He had to move forward, he had to keep pushing himself to something even remotely close to perfection. “Kyungsoo, Jongin!” he heard Junmyeon call, “Hurry up and come eat!” Jongin sighed, “Why do all good things have to come to an end?” Kyungsoo chuckled lightly. “Soo,” he spoke softly, making the smaller look up to meet his gaze. He gave Jongin a questioning look. “I love you.” Kyungsoo blushed, “I love you too.” he whispered before Jongin once again capture his lips with his own.

After quickly getting dressed Kyungsoo followed Jongin out of the safety and comfort of their shared room into the uncertainty of the dorm. He held his breath as they entered the kitchen, the other 10 members sat in their seats already starting on their meal, few looked up at them. “Ah look who it is,” Baekhyun teased. Kyungsoo tensed at the acknowledgment of their presence preparing himself for the words that would follow. “I’m glad you guys finally fucked, don’t get me wrong, but next time Jongin, please don’t make Kyungsoo moan so loud. My room is right next to your’s and I could hear everything” “My room is two doors down and I could hear everything,” Jongdae added. Kyungsoo and Jongin blushed. “Thank god they finally got it on though,” Luhan spoke in between bites of food, “I was getting tired of them being so painfully oblivious.” “You got that right,” Jongdae sighed, “I was going to scream if I had to watch Jongin eye fuck Kyungsoo when he wasn’t looking every single time he wore shorts to dance practice.” Jongin scratched the back of his neck, “Can you really blame me though? Have you seen Kyungsoo’s thighs?” Kyungsoo buried his face into his hands in a desperate effort to shield himself. Kris laughed, “No, not really. Can you guys hurry up and sit down though? Having you two be the only ones standing makes me anxious.” Jongin nodded chuckling before grabbing hold of Kyungsoo’s hand, dragging him to the table then promptly sitting him down in the seat next to his own, two rice bowls already set in place before them. “Since you weren’t doing so good yesterday during practice make sure you eat a lot today, Soo” Jongin smiled sweetly at him, making his heart jump in his chest. He looked down at the bowl of rice in front of him, his eyes steadily moving to the rest of the food laid out on the table. He felt his blood run cold. He couldn’t avoid it, all the members were watching him, he had no excuse to eat, they knew he hadn’t after practice if he didn’t now they’d know something was off. Kyungsoo slowly lifted his chopsticks, bringing the rice to his mouth at a desperately slow rate. He took a bite stifling the urge to immediately spit it back out. He chewed at a lethargic pace, swallowing only after the rice had turned into a tasteless paste inside his mouth. He reluctantly picked up another bite. He could feel the rice travel down his throat into his stomach, being turned into fat, setting him back in progress. He hated this. Not just having to eat but having to eat in front of the boys, allowing them to see him for the pig he is. “Soo,” Yixing called for his attention softly, “Are you still not feeling well?” Kyungsoo shook his head, “No, I’m fine.” That was a lie but no one needed to know the truth. “Are you sure? You’ve only eaten one bite in the last three minutes.” Kyungsoo could feel his hands start to shake nervously. He put his chopsticks down, clasping both hands under the table in an attempt to end their constant movement. Kyungsoo forced a laugh, “I’m just not hungry that’s all.” The boys turned to look at him, confused with an underlying suspicion, “But you barely ate anything yesterday…” Yixing remarked. He tightened the grip on his hands, smiling, “My appetite has been fairly small recently.” “Kyungsoo,” Junmyeon spoke, laying his chopsticks back on the table, “You’ve been eating right?” Kyungsoo looked at him, hesitantly meeting the leader’s eyes, “What are you talking about?” he asked cautiously. “Kyungsoo,” Jongin jumped in, voice firm in worry, “Have you been starving yourself?” He turned to look at the boy next to him, “No,” he lied, relieved at the steadiness of his own voice, “I just haven’t been very hungry lately.” “People who aren’t very hungry don’t just pass out Soo.” Jongin countered. Kyungsoo looked around the table, all eyes were on him. He could feel their stares burn through him to his core, they couldn’t figure it out, they couldn’t. They’d be even more disgusted with him than they already were, Jongin would be disgusted. He would finally look at Kyungsoo in the way he’d only had nightmares about. Tears welled in his eyes, he was cornered, there was nowhere to go as his fellow members followed his every movement with steady, firm eyes. He didn’t know what to do, he was stuck, vulnerable in the sudden attack waged against him. This was it, this was how it all ended. They would find out and he’d be kicked from the group, or worse he’d stay having to deal with the admonishment and constant hatred of the members as they regretted debuting with someone so screwed up. Tears ran rapidly down Kyungsoo’s cheeks, “I’m sorry,” he croaked. Jongin’s eyes turned downward in worry, face falling soft, “Soo, what are you sorry for?” Kyungsoo wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, the salty taste of tears staining his lips, “I know I’m ugly, I just,” he hiccuped, “I just.” He couldn’t bring himself to say it. To say he only wanted to no longer bring the group down. That he just wanted to be attractive so when he looked at pictures of the 12 of them together he wouldn’t immediately stand out as the one who didn’t fit. That he could finally make the fans happy and maybe, just maybe, he could gain new fans as the rest of them did. But he didn’t say that he kept quiet, words refusing to leave his mouth, only small hiccuping sounds. Jongin grabbed both of his shoulders, pulling the small boy into his chest, “Soo, I’m so sorry.” He was crying too. “I’m so sorry, I should have noticed, I’m such an idiot, I’m so sorry.” Kyungsoo’s heart constricted in pain, heavy with guilt. It wasn’t Jongin’s fault, it was his own for being born so far from perfect, for being a failure of a human being but he yet again found himself unable to speak. “Soo,” he heard Junmyeon speak softly from behind him, ‘“You have nothing to be sorry about, you’re sick and we’re going to get you help, I promise.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

got any good domestic johnlock fic recs??

Hi Nonny! 

YES!! I certainly do! I love domestic Johnlock! Done lots of lists in the past, so check out the additional lists, and I’ll update those lists with these latest ones I’ve sorted!

DOMESTIC JOHNLOCK Pt. 4

See also:

Platonics and Domestics

Platonics & Domestics Pt 2 / Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 4 / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / Established Relationship Pt. 3

Platonics / Bromance / Friendship Pt. 3

When Morning Comes by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 423 w. || Christmas Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Lazy Mornings/Morning After, Fluff and Angst, Sleepy Cuddles, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling / Snuggling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) – “Sherlock,” says John solemnly, “I’m not sure we can go anywhere today.”

Promises Kept by grannysknitting (K+, 844 w. || John POV, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship / Pre-Slash, Sherlock’s Violin, Worried Sherlock, John Whump, Post-TGG) – When they were in hospital, Sherlock made a promise to himself. Now he’s keeping it. Set after ’Polygamous Marriage’ but before ’Back in the Saddle’

Realisation by Susie.Donym (K+, 957 w. || Sally POV, Pre-Slash / Friendship, Humour) – It takes her a while but Sally finally makes a huge realisation.

Like Any Other Day by wearitcounts (T, 1,145 w. || Fluff, John’s Birthday, John Loves Sherlock, Sweet / Thoughtful Sherlock) – Just when John thought Sherlock couldn’t get any more strange…

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

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

One in Ten Thousand by Blind Author (K+, 1,856 w. || Post-TGG, Friendship / Pre-Slash, Discussions of Violence, Worried then Curious Sherlock, Scars/John’s Bullet Wound, Medical Anomolies) – John seems to have unusual mobility for a shoulder wound…

The Adventure of the Mysterious Appearance of Tissues by Gwen’s Blue Box (K+, 1,910 w. || Fluff, Humour, Sick John, Caring Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort) – In which there is a case, John has caught a cold and is not interested in investigating, Mrs Hudson is away and Sherlock does the shopping.

The Case of the Missing Blogger by nicknack22 (K, 2,147 w. || Fluff, Humour, Friendship, Worried / Anxious Sherlock) – Alternately titled, The Case of the Oblivious Consulting Detective. In which Sherlock comes out of his mind palace to discover John missing. 221B does not fair well as a result.

Risotto by Richefic (K+, 2,153 w. || Friendship, Angst, Misunderstandings, Apologies) – The first time that John cooks dinner for Sherlock is almost the last. Fortunately, Sherlock is really quite observant. Inspired by John’s reference in “The Great Game” to there being some leftover risotto in the fridge.

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

Bored Games by patster223 (K+, 2,769 w. || Cluedo / Board Games, Friendship, Humour) – Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.

The Rational Machine by Solstice Zero (K, 2,924 w. || Hurt / Comfort, Malnourishment / Fainting, Doctor / Minder John) – Sherlock passes out. John muses on the reasons why. Containing an absorbing case, two bags of shopping, and a few apples.

On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan (G, 3,136 w. || Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock has a little problem. He can’t stop obsessing about John Watson. {{Note to Self: ‘Cheese Tease’}}

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn’t. A history of the boys, in food.

The Bee Charmer by dreadpiratewatson (M, 3,314 w. || Est. Rel., Captain / Soldier John, Idiots in Love, Domestics, John in the Army) – Greg goes to 221B to check up on Sherlock after a strange phone call pulls him away from an important case, and is stunned to find himself in front of a gun brandishing soldier with a sleeping Sherlock on his chest. John Watson is a doctor, a war hero, a husband, and the only one in the world who can soften Sherlock’s heart.

Bored Games by SparksMayFly (K, 3,492 w. || Humour, Friendship, Cluedo / Board Games, Big Brother Mycroft) – Sherlock asks if he can take Reverend Green in for interrogation. John explains that’s not how the game works.

Every Step of the Way by Shi_Toyu (G, 3,795 w. || Car Accidents, John Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash, Caretaker Sherlock) – When John is injured on a case, Sherlock can’t forgive himself. Everyone expects him to give up on his flatmate and get bored, but he’ll prove them all wrong by sticking with him…every step of the way.

Five Times John Cooked Something with Peas and One First Kiss by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (T, 3,915 w. || 5 and Ones, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Cooking / Food, Sick Sherlock, Music, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss) – After John cooks five dinners that slowly reveal their hunger for each other, Sherlock and John finally share a first kiss.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock’s mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he’d rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

No Good Without You by textsandscones (T, 4,021 w. || Case Fic, Sherlock’s Violin, Dancing, Soppy Fluff) – A diverting new case surrounding musicians and stolen instruments captures Sherlock’s attention, the consequences of which lead both detective and doctor to see one another in a different light. Part 1 of Prompt Fills

Breakfast, acronyms and brotherhood by Rose de Sharon (K+, 4,074 w. || TBB Fic, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Fluff) – Set after The Blind Banker: my take of Sherlock and John’s conversation over breakfast. S/J friendship, bromance, no slash.

The Care and Keeping of Your Mad Genius by Janieshi (T, 4,553 w. || Post-TGG, Friendship, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Light Humour/Teasing, Alternating POV, Cranky Sherlock) – If he hadn’t been so focused on holding the bastard still, John would have laughed aloud. This maniac really thought John was the pet in this dynamic?

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

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

On Favors and Keeping Score by Ewebie (G, 7,622 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic, Fluff, John Whump) –  John woke up to the horribly unpleasant sound of his clock alarm. Which meant he’d slept through his phone’s alarm. And for a moment he glared blearily at the noisemaker before smacking at it with his palm. Ugh, he felt like rubbish. The back of his throat was burning with the irritation that heralded a proper dose, his nose was threatening to drip every few seconds, and he had the uncomfortable flush that normally suggested a fever. Nothing high, just uncomfortable. Nothing deadly, just irritating. Nothing worth calling in sick with, just a full day of discomfort in the face of other people’s discomfort. It was going to be a day where he was forced to bite his tongue from telling people off. “You’re not as sick as I am, so off you pop.” Part 7 of Tumblr Shorts

Speak My Language by Itsallfine (T, 7,479 w. || Thanksgiving, Love Languages, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When Mrs. Hudson introduces John and Sherlock to the concept of the five love languages, Sherlock descends into a dark mood and John’s curiosity gets the better of him. What is Sherlock’s love language, and why does the whole concept set him so on edge? Part 1 of A Holiday Triptych

The Name Game by ItsClydeBitches221B (K, 8,958 w. || Humour, Family, Platonics / Friendship, Sort-of Parentlock, John/Mary, Mary is Nice, Five and Ones, Baby Watson, Mycroft Loves Baby Watson) – The names that baby girl Watson comes up with for her extended family. Or: how everyone—Watsons, Holmes, and others alike— just learned to give up and embrace their weirdness.

How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn’t Know He’s Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine’s Day Ever byunicornpoe (T, 9,832 w. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He’s also pretty sure that John doesn’t know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine’s Day.

A Is For Aftermath by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 10,567 w. || Injury / Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship/Pre-Slash/Bromance/Platonics, Hallucinations, Introspection, Insecure / Worried John, Big Brother Mycroft, Alternating POV, Anxious Sherlock, Self-Deprecating, Mildly Possessive Sherlock, 3G Moment) – John is still hallucinating, Sherlock cannot sleep, and Lestrade has a new case for them. But will life at 221B ever be able to return to normal? Epilogue to M is for Moriarty.

Shuteye Shenanigans by Ayakae (K+, 13,263 w. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Epic Bromance, John’s Nightmares, Angsty Fluff, Bed Sharing, Humour, Cuddles, Taking Care of Each Other, Domestics) – John Watson has never slept with Sherlock Holmes. Never ever ever. And never will, thank you very much. Well, there was that one time, but John didn’t count that. It was completely different, just like the second time it happened. And the third. And the fourth. Epic bromance, but it can be read as pre-slash if you wish.

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

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you’re living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. “You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie’s class and you won’t have to share a room with a stranger?” “Exactly.” Sherlock beamed at him. “Don’t worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us.”

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

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