#i shall always seek comfort in pasta

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompts: "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." & "You've always felt like home."

A/n: Could be read as a part 2 to 'Seeking comfort' but also works on it's own :)

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Living with Natasha had been nothing short of perfect. You had been living together for a couple of months now, and the experience had been amazing so far. Your shared place had felt like home from the moment you and Natasha had stepped foot in it. Over the months you grew to love the little habits that started to form. 

One of your new favorite things has become coming home to Natasha. The way she ran to the door when she heard the familiar noise of your keys jingling before unlocking the front, always welcoming you home with lots of kisses, was something you would never get enough from. She was always so happy to have you back home, and in return you were very happy to be back in her arms.

Another thing that you loved was Natasha coming home to you. You always tried to make it special, and on your days off you did that by putting some extra effort into dinner. Since the two of you had moved in together, you had picked up cooking, and you tried making new recipes as often as you could. You loved surprising your lover with a home-cooked meal, and a nicely set table, turning dinner into little impromptu dates.

Above all else, you loved creating a home with Natasha. The walls and shelves that were blank upon moving, were now filled with pictures, and trinkets of your life together. Just as you had seen that first day you entered Natasha’s bedroom at the Compound. Natasha loved capturing every moment with her polaroid camera, and you loved looking back on the memories the two of you had created.

You were working on a new recipe for tonight when you heard the infamous, “Honey, I'm home.” Natasha loved being cheesy, and you loved all the domesticity that came with it. The Black Widow was a big softy, she was your big softy, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.  “In the kitchen.” You reply. It wasn't long until you heard her footsteps heading your way, and her arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Soft kisses were placed on your shoulder. “Hi detka.” You lean into her body, while you continue stirring the pan. The pasta was boiling, and the sauce you were stirring was almost done. 

“Hi baby, how was work?” Natasha grunts from behind you and nuzzles her head further into your back. "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." You put the heat down under your pans before you turn around in her arms. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You wrap your arms around her, and hold her close. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “That’s okay. Let’s get you those cuddles, shall we?” 

“But what about dinner? I know you worked hard on it.” She says worriedly. “We can just have it on the couch tonight. Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll be right there.” She kisses your cheek, “You’re the best. I love you.” - “I love you too, darling.” You grab two bowls and set them down on the counter. The pasta dish needed a couple more minutes, so you decided to clean up the table you had set already in the meantime.

Once the dish is ready you shoop the pasta and then the sauce into the two bowls. On a tray you bring in both your dishes and the wine you had poured into two glasses. “It smells really good, baby, I can’t wait to try it.” Natasha appreciated your gesture to skip on the fancy set table and enjoy the food on the couch, however she did feel guilty about ruining your plans of a fancy at home dinner date. “I’m sorry about the change of plans.” She says as you hand her one of the bowls. You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it, darling. I don’t mind where we have dinner, I just want to have it with you.” You sit down beside her and put on one of her favorite movies. She instantly leaned into your side. That was another thing you had noticed, Natasha had become a lot more clingy. She always found your hand to hold, or your side to lean into. You were not complaining though, as you loved being close to her.

When your bowls were empty, you discarded them on the table to clean up later, and changed your position on the couch so that Natasha could cuddle into you properly. “Come here, baby.” You said with your arms wide open. She laid her head down on your chest, and you immediately wrapped your arms around her. The movie continued to play on the TV, and you moved one of your hands to absentmindedly play with her hair, knowing how much Natasha loved it when you did that. “Your cuddles always make me feel so much better.” You place a kiss on her forehead, “Oh yeah? Why is that?” Natasha lovingly places a kiss on your neck, “Because you’ve always felt like home.” Gosh, she really is the most adorable person to have ever existed. “You’ve always felt like home to me too. I am so happy that we have found each other, and that I get to live life with you by my side.” 

Natasha didn’t make it to the end of the movie, you heard her breathing change about half way through it. You knew she had a rough day, so you pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, letting her sleep on your chest while you finished the movie. During the movie you often thought back on how Natasha would softly speak her favorite lines of the movie out loud, the memories always bringing a smile to your face. 

Your girlfriend was still fast asleep when the movie ended. The remote was still within your reach, so you went to Spotify and turned on one of your playlists there. Soft music filled the room, and it wasn’t long before your own eyes fell closed.

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi steph, is there any mycroft-centric fic?? i just have mycroft feelings recently

Hi Nonny!

Ahhhh, most, if not all, of my recs are Johnlock centred :( BUT do have some where Mycroft is in the fic or plays a part in Johnlock, so I shall direct you to this list below, AND take an opportunity to update another Mycroft List I have had ready-to-go for awhile now, Pt. 2 to my “Mycroft Plays a Role” list :) 

Here are the ones more focussed on Mycroft:

Mycroft Flirts With John

Matchmaker Mycroft 

Big-Brother Mycroft 

Big Brother Mycroft Pt 2 

Whereas in this list below, Mycroft helps Sherlock as a character to move along a plot or helps Johnlock happen (hence the difference in Big Brother and Playing a Role... it makes sense in my head lol). I hope it’s okay I’m using your ask to launch this part 2! <3 I just really like having excuses to post lists I already have done LOL.

As always gang, if you have a fic that Mycroft plays a significant role to help move the plot along, please add them below! I genuinely like Mycroft in fics as the deus ex Mycroft, LOL. :D Enjoy!

MYCROFT PLAYS A ROLE Pt. 2

See also: Mycroft Plays a Role in This Fic

Black Cars by johnsarmylady (T, 1,186 w., 5 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF) – John is getting on with his life...if only he didn't see black cars everywhere! A short Post Reichenbach tale in 221B style in 5 parts.

3:00 in the Morning is a Great Time to Talk by Aztecwarfareandcrumping (K+, 1,775 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Bed Sharing, First Person POV John, Cuddling, Worried Sherlock, Comforting John, Platonic Affection/Love) – "Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?" "Obviously."

Crisis Averted by Spartangal22 (T, 2,188 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Missing Scene After Confronting Mary, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Family / Friendship, Hospitalization, Sherlock POV, Holmes Brothers) – Lying in the hospital, Sherlock receives some surprising visitors, and manages to deal with two problems he's been having lately. A missing scene from HLV about a formal introduction that was never made and a visit that was never shown.

As You Wish by PipMer (K, 3,311 w., 1 Ch. || Bromance/Pre-Slash/Epic Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump, Hospitals) – When John woke from his coma, he wasn't at all surprised to see the wrong Holmes brother sitting at his bedside. Disappointed, but not surprised.

Caffeine and Adaptive Programming by DemonicSymphony (E, 5,540 w., 1 Ch. || Androids AU / Bond Fusion || Android Sherlock, Coffee Shop AU, Pining John Hinted Bond / Q, Toplock) – Sherlock is a coffee shop android slowly falling for a regular customer. But he's not supposed to be able to feel emotions.

Hide and Seek by Arwen Jade Kenobi (T, 6,934 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Rev. Reich-ish, Mycroft is a Dick, Depression, Case Fic-ish, Friendship, Reunion) – Pseudo sequel to "The Refining Fire." "You owe him the truth, and you owe me the proof that will convince him that I had no part in this."

What Did I Do Wrong? by Starlight05 (T, 7,880 w., 5 Ch. || Hurt Comfort, Angst, John Whump, Hospitalization, Worried Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil, Nightmares, Sherlock Being Dumb) - After John almost dies on a case, Sherlock disappears. So John is left to figure out what he can do to get his best friend back. Meanwhile Sherlock, guilt-ridden and willingly alone, is doing everything he can to stay away.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

Shuteye Shenanigans by Ayakae (K+, 13,263 w., 8 Ch. || 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.

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

Hope for Heroes by Richefic (K+, 16,887 w., 5 Ch. || 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.

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.

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

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

The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

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

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways, Needy Sherlock, Wings) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

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.”

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

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

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

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

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

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock, BAMF John) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

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 Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w., 24 Ch. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

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

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || 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, Sick Fic, 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 Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

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, Mycroft Involved with Baby’s Separation from John) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

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

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller, Switchlock, Rimming, Emotional Lovemaking, Lots of Sex, HJ/BJ’s) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

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 #mycroft plays a role #mycroft fics #my fic recs #Anonymous

[harkasun]

High Warlock of Alicante

Read HERE on AO3 or read below

For @izzymalec and @permetstu‘s 5 months of Shadowhunters Challenge.

Week 1: Favourite Character

↳ Magnus Bane

***

The phone on the table buzzes for the hundredth time and Magnus is seconds away from throwing it out the window.

His instatement to High Warlock of Alicante had been a miracle. Even as early as last year, it would have been an impossible position for anyone to hold.

Alec, stubborn as always, had worked tirelessly to make his way up the ranks of The Clave, and, when he had been offered his first position working out of Alicante, he had outright refused unless Magnus could come and live with him the in city.

Despite Magnus’s insistence that Alec shouldn’t refuse them on account of him, his husband had been immovable. When The Clave had finally accepted and yielded to Alec’s stubborn quest, it had been a dream come true.

For Alec at least.

Magnus was receptive at first, settling into his new position comfortably, picking and choosing his friends and his acquaintances. He had been by Alec’s side, standing proudly through every achievement his husband earned. Magnus had been given very little attention to start with. Now, however, everyone wants a piece of him.

It must be a good sign, Magnus knows that. More and more Clave members have been calling him to remove or amend their wards to allow downworlders into their homes. It means that the institutionalised racism of The Clave is receding with a new era of peace and acceptance. Magnus had fought through wars, rebellions, fought for his rights and his life, and he had never been so exhausted than he was at this moment.

Magnus grabs his phone from the table, tapping it unthinkingly. “Yes?” he almost snaps.

“Magnus, hey,” Alec’s voice sounds clear as crystal through the speaker and Magnus pulls his phone back in shock to see Alexander and Alec’s photo icon on his screen: a selfie Magnus had taken of the two of them together. “Are you okay? You sound—”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it was you,” says Magnus, mentally kicking himself. “It’s just… It’s been a long day, I’m sorry. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Alec says slowly and Magnus closes his eyes in regret. He can hear the anxiety in his husband’s voice. “I was just calling to say that I might be back late, but if you need me home, then I can leave early. I can always bring the paperwork back with me and finish them at home.”

Magnus shakes his head, despite it being a phone call and Alec not being able to see him. “No, sweetheart. It’s fine. I’m fine… Don’t work too hard, okay?”

“Yeah… same to you,” says Alec. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too, Alexander.”

Tossing his phone down onto the table, Magnus runs a hand into his hair, chiding himself for making Alec worry like that. Magnus hates letting Alec see that side of him, any hint of anger or stress. He knows how hard Alec has worked to make it to the rank of Inquisitor, especially considering the aggravating factors that would turn many Clave officials away from offering him promotion; his sexuality as well as his stubbornly proud ties to the downworld.

Instead of changing for the world, Alec had forced the world to change for them.

His phone is ringing again and Magnus swallows a sigh. The whole of Alicante must know his number by now.

“Hello, this is Magnus Bane,” he says as courteously as he can when the mobile is to his ear. He is met with the voice of a polite enough woman seeking help with her wards. “Of course. Can I have your name and address, please?”

Magnus scrawls her details down in his book, forcing a smile even though he knows she can’t see it.

“Thank you. I’ll be right over.”

***

When Magnus steps through a portal into the hallway outside his and Alec’s apartment, his limbs feel like overcooked pasta, his head throbbing and his hands trembling slightly from the extended use of his power.

He stifles a sigh as he puts a hand to the doorknob, forcing his expression to lighten and his posture to straighten, not wishing to bring Alec any anxiety over his wellbeing. Alec is living his dream and Magnus is a High Warlock once again, just as he wanted. Everything should be perfect. Magnus isn’t about to throw a wrench into that.

The doorknob yields under his touch and he realises Alec has gotten home before him again. It’s becoming something of a regular occurrence, and an impressive feat, as Alec has a tendency to work until his pen runs dry of ink.

Magnus calls out a greeting as he enters, his eyes downcast, turning back to close the door. The light hits the rings across his fingers strangely and he frowns, turns to face the room. In an instant, his breath is caught in his throat. He forgets about his headache, about his hectic schedule, about everything but the sight before him.

The apartment is filled with candles.

A soft piano melody is playing from the speakers.

Alec is stood before him, dressed down in grey sweatpants and a black vest.

“Oh,” Magnus can’t help but gasp a little, lifting his gaze to Alec’s when his husband came closer. “Alec, what’s…?”

“You sounded stressed on the phone,” says Alec, his voice so impossibly soft, and Magnus’s heart is so full. His husband takes his hands gently. “I know you’ve been averaging ten clients a day. It’s too much, sweetheart. Your magic is not without its limits. You need to look after yourself.”

Magnus shakes his head. “I’m fine, my love.”

Alec makes a face. “You’re not though…” He gently pulls on Magnus’s hand, leads him to the table and picks up a book. “I got you a planner. There’s limited space, room for three clients in a day, five if you squeeze your writing small, but no more.” He shows Magnus the pages, flicking through a moment before setting the planner down on the table. “I talked to Consul Penhallow and she’s agreed to give me some time off.”

Magnus blinks, swallows hard. “Alec, you… you didn’t do that for me, did you?”

“For us,” Alec corrects. “You can have a few weeks off from work too. We’ll go somewhere. Somewhere with a beach and some sun. Hawaii, or Indonesia, maybe.”

“Alec—”

“And I’ve run you a bath,” continues Alec, waving a hand to cut over him. “It’s piping hot, just how you like it, tons of bubbles, rose petals; the works. You can bathe alone, or I’ll come and help, wash your hair. I’ve got some steaks in for dinner. I’ll cook.”

Magnus narrows his eyes, pained almost by how deeply Alec cares. “Darling, as much as I appreciate… all of this, you didn’t have to go to such lengths. Just because of one phone call…”

“Magnus,” says Alec firmly, lifting his hands to Magnus’s cheeks and holding him gently. “You are everything to me. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, and, right now, you need a break. We need a break.” He runs one hand over the side of Magnus’s head, the other dropping to his shoulder. His eyes are soft and ingenuous as he gazes down at his husband. “I love you.”

Eyes narrowing in gratitude, Magnus reaches to claps the wrist of the hand that Alec has on his shoulder. “I love you too, Alexander, so, so much.”

Alec smiles and it lights up the room brighter than the candles ever could. He ducks slightly to leave a lingering kiss on Magnus’s lips, chaste but soft and slow, and Magnus knows that he means it. The warlock clutches his husband’s waist. He breathes out slowly when the kiss breaks and Alec leans forward to rest their foreheads together.

“Are you going to have your bath before it gets cold?”

A soft smirk curls up the corner of Magnus’s mouth. “Are you going to join me?”

Alec huffs in amusement, takes a gently hand through Magnus’s hair. “If you want,” he murmurs and clasps Magnus’s hand in his own. “Shall we?”

The adoration for this man has filled Magnus’s heart to bursting. It almost hurts to love so fiercely. It’s his favourite feeling in the world. He squeezes tight on Alec’s hand, lifts it to his lips to brush a feather-light kiss across his knuckles.

“Lead the way, Alexander.”

#5 months of shadowhunters challenge #shappreciation #5mos #shadowhunters #favourite character #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #high warlock of alicante #my fic #malec fic

[the-lady-bryan]

because i’m waiting on the water for my pasta to boil, here’s an idea i had for a fic but haven’t worked on it hardly any not for lack of muse. the muse is there. the worldbuilding has been done to death. i just haven’t the time to add it to the mountain of WIPs I’ve already got going.

so here’s the idea.

It’s a Harry Potter/Hermione Granger Soulmate AU.

The least you need to know: involves Lily Potter being a bamf, pagan god worship, god-like Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, reincarnation, future mind/soul into past self style time travel.

also typos. oh god the typos, but i can’t really be bothered to fix them at this time.

This is gonna be broken up into parts so i’m gonna do a different part per reblog till i’m done.

PART 1:  THE PATRONAGE OF A TITAN

When Lily was a young witch - around 13 or so - her best friend Severus introduced her to some old pureblood traditions (which he and his mother did but hid from his father). She was shown how to worship the old pagan gods. To a muggleborn this was at first not well received, but as Lily had learned in the previous three years not everything about her new world was to be taken at face value. So she endeavoured to learn and not be prejudiced. She had lerned that each witch or wizard who practced the old ways had a patron god or goddess to which they prayed. This was, to her, not entirely unlike the idea of patron saints to whom muggles appealed for strength, guidance, or support. And so this is how she approached this new aspect of her magical identity. Even after her parting of the ways with Severus, she continued to learn and had even begun the practice of honoring the old gods - though she had no patron as yet.

On her seventeenth birthday she had ventured into the forbidden forest, feeling an inexplicable pull on her magic. She found herself in a clearing where there was a pond and a small smattering of trees. Despite it being the dead of winter, the clearing was warm and inviting. There was a fire lit, and an old woman sitting before it. She was naked from the waist up, and her skin sagged and her long hair was thin and silver with age.

"Miss Evans, I've been waiting for you."

"Wh- How do you know my name? Who are you?"

"I was once called the Meter Theon. But in Sparta they called me Meter Megale. My brother-husband called me Rhea."

"You're a titan."

"Yes child."

"I thought you'd be bigger."

Rhea laughs at this and invites Lily to join her by the fire. Lily learns from her that Rhea has come forward as her patron, and tells hr that the old ways are dying. That now across the world only the oldest and strongest still remain. "Zeus and his lot were some of the first to go. But stubborn old Hades refuses to give in. Refuses to give up his post and move on like the others." "why?" "What do you know of the tale of Hades and Persephone, child?" And so Lily tells her the myths she learned as a child pre-hogwarts, and of her research. Of the rites she had read about and so on and so forth. "My siblings and I may have been chained in Tartarus, but we could still see. We could still hear. Mother Gaia still whispered to us in our hearts and Father Ouranous still sang strong in our minds. It always brought me great sorrow to see how my son was treated by his siblings. Given no choice but to rule in a place devoid of warmth and love. Forbidden from walking the land with his siblings and taking part in the wonders that was the growing race of men and their curiosity. Over time many believed him cold and incapable of sharing in what they had. The reality was that he felt everything so much more deeply than they. For it was to him all souls would eventually come. Even those of his brothers and his sisters. But there was one who saw in him the goodness. The kindness and the gentleness that had been hidden by the dark." "Persephone." "Yes. As you mortals are so fond of saying, history is written by the victors. And never has it been more true than in the case of my most beloved son and his wife. Persephone was ordered to wed Hermes, whom she loathed with all of her heart. The night before they were to wed, she fled and went to the only place she knew Zeus's omnopotent sight could never penetrate. She went to the underworld begging sanctuary of Hades, who readily gave it to her. In time they grew close, and eventually he allowed himself to open up to her affection. But rumours of Demeter's search for her daughter told them it would be only a matter of time before those on Olympus realized to where she had fled and Persephone, being posessed of imortality and not a mortal soul, could be removed from his realm and there was little he could do about it. Unless she were willing to bind herself to him in marriage - but because it meant she could no longer return to the world above, to the sunshine and the light, he would not force it upon her. She chose to wed Hades, for her love for him was so great that even the thought of being parted from him brought her great pain. They were wed, and he took her to bed as any husband would his wife. And after, she ate of the pommegranate that would seal her fate. Twelve seeds, she needed to consume.... but the gates of the Underworld buckled and gave way under the might of Zeus and his Olympians. Hermes stole Persephone away after she had eaten only six. The bond to her husband only partially fulfilled. Hades was punished by watching Persephone forced to marry Hermes. But rather than marry the brute she attacked him and took up his dagger, plunging it into her own heart.... For the weapons forged in the fires of Hephaestus were so powerful they could kill even a Titan. Denied the pleasure of watching Hades suffer as his wife was married to the suitor Zeus had chosen, Zeus forbade her soul from ever entering the realm of Hades and bound her soul to mortal bones to be reborn again and again. My beloved son still stands watch, though he grows weaker by the year, in the hopes that now his brothers are long since gone, her soul may be able to pass through his gates and she is returned to him."

Lily is given the choice near dawn to accept Rhea, one of the last of the old gods, as her patron goddess or to refuse and seek out another. Lily accepts Rhea, which causes the old woman to smile and gives her an amulet with strange runes upon it.

Lily wakes in her own bed in Gryffindor tower, finding a delicate locket around her neck. Upon closer inspection, the inside has an inscription - the same strange runes from the amulet Rhea had given to her in what she assumed was a dream... Only to realize when she pulls her covers aside that her feet are smudged in dirt as if she'd been walking outside.

Lily learns as much as she can of Rhea in the following years. When she marries James Potter, she insists that they buy a specific type of wine without telling him why. He believes it is her favorite because she tends to keep a bottle in the house "for special occasions". She plants a garden where every plant links back to her patron Titaness in some way or manner. The night of Halloween, after James has gone to sleep rather satisfied after their own "after party" once they'd come home from Sirius's wild Halloween party, Lily went out into her garden in the wee hours and made her offering to Rhea who, once again, appeared to her. This time Rhea was much more ancient in her appearance, much more haggard. But she was still very pleased to see Lily had done as she had promised and continued to worship her. "You are the last of my acolytes, I am afraid. And when you one day pass, so too shall I." Lily professes that won't be the case. That one day she and James will start a family, and she will make sure that her children honor Rhea just as Lily has done - even if they have to do it behind her husband's back (to many Light families, the "old ways" are seen as dark and are thus shunned and forbidden. Otherwise she would have happily included James in her worship of Rhea.) This amuses the Titaness, but she says that no, it is her time. The age of the gods has finally come to an end. But with the passage of the gods, something new must fill the void. Something new must give mankind the comfort and protection once offered by the old gods. "I have a gift for you, my dear child. As my last priestess, I wish to give you something your husband... unfortunately cannot." "What?" "Try as you might, your husband's seed will never swell your belly. But as my last act in this existence, I grant you a boon. Your loyalty and your love have kept me alive longer than my brothers and sisters. Your love has given me more time with my beloved son Hades, and as a mother who has seen all her other children perish before her, this is a gift that can only be matched by one of equal value." Rhea touches Lily's abdomen and Lily feels a warmth flood her starting from there. Rhea visibly weakens as she is doing this, and the brightness in her eyes fades from brilliant emerald to a dull moss. "What have you done to me?" "My body fails me, but my power will remain so long as you live. I have given you the only thing of value to me left. Treat him kindly, my priestess. He has known so much sorrow and so much pain and yet he remains so pure and full of love." Lily, in disbelief, puts a hand to her adbomen. "How... what...." "Word of advice from one mother to another. If your husband tries to eat him, just paint a face on a rock  and shove it down his throat. My only regret was letting Cronus eat Hades instead of Zeus. If i knew then that boy would be such a hatefull jackass like his father, I'd have thrown him into the abyss myself and been done with him. Hera, too. And Poseidon was on pretty thin fucking ice there by the end."

Lily wakes the next morning in her bed with James, and once more her feet are smudged with dirt. This isn't the first time, so she tells James that she woke in the night for some water and wanted to take a stroll in the garden to look at some of her night blooms. The moment she is alone, she casts a charm and finds that she is, indeed, pregnant. After James has gone to work for the day, Lily prepares a special offering and leaves it in the garden tucked in a little altar disguised as a muggle garden decoration. She thanks Rhea for her gift and promises to show him all of the love and affection she possibly can - for both his mothers.

Lily does not see Rhea again, but she can feel her patron's presence from time to time and finds it comforting.

When Harry Potter is born, Lily silently praises Rhea, thanking her again for her gift and for her patronage and protection, and promises to do the best she can to raise the reborn Hades in a way she would hopefully approve.

They go into hiding, and Lily invokes Rhea's power and protection - not for herself, but for the son the Titaness had given her.

The entire day of October 31, 1981 Lily Potter feels powerful. She feels the energies surrounding her and her family intensify and a feeling of dread settles into her gut. She is reminded of the last time she and Rhea spoke face to face. The titaness had said that her body was failing her, and that so long as Lily lived, so too would the power of Rhea. During the day when she set Harry down for a nap, she prayed fervently over the boy, chanting ancient prayers of protection she had learned over the years. James comes upon her, but does not interrupt and instead waits outside Harry's nursery and listens to his wife's chanting. He slips away when she finishes and hurries downstairs. When they are both in the kitchen later, standing side by side at the counter as Lily prepares Harry's after nap snack and James is fixing himself some tea he quietly says, "I know Harry isn't mine." "What? Where the hell is this coming from? I did not cheat on you if that's what you think." "You got pregnant pretty quickly after Sirus's costume party-" "I did not cheat on you." "then who's the father?" "YOU are you dolt! I... Harry was a blessing! A gift to us for my unfaltering devotion o a dying goddess!" "you're mad." "Call me what you want, James. But I tell you if you were to pull an inheritence test on him right now you'll see he's your son. The night Harry was conceived we had just made love and she came to me and blessed me with our son. Go upstairs and look at him, James. He looks just like you, but with his mother's eyes. That's no glamour. That's no illusion or spell or-" "I know it's dark. I know it's illegal. I saw you chanting over him like some madwoman." "It was a protection chant James! In case you've forgotten we've got a madman after us who wants to kill our son because some drunken blithering idiot said so!"

The the argue a bit more and Lily storms out of the kitchen. After Harry wakes up, James realizes he's been an idiot after watching Lily playing with Harry and goes to apologize. Lily's annoyed with him, but forgives him with a "Besides, you know the wards on this place would have kicked him right out if he wasn't really a Potter you dunderhead."

That night Voldemort attacks, just as in canon. Lily is wearing her special locket that was given to her from Rhea when she accepted the Titaness as her patron. When Lily died, the remnants of Rhea's power was called forth and protected Harry in response to the muggleborn priestess's willing self sacrifice. But it was not enough to stop the horcrux that was drawn to the reincarnation of the god of the dead.

#harry potter au idea #harry potter au #bamf #lily potter

[hepataetis]

Together

Requested: Can I request a J-hope imagine where you both are taking a lazy day. And do a lot of cute and romantic things together like cook, make a fort out of blankets, playing hide and seek.

Aw yee, I’ll write anything for my ray of sunshine who deserves all the love in the world and I would do anything for him because loOOK AT HIIIIIMM LOOK AT THAT SMILE AND GOLDEN SKIN JUST ACK

~Star

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Hoseok’s days off are your favorite days. When the two of you can just spend the day together and there’s no dance practice or recordings to do. Just the two of you together all day, this day off will be no different.

“Hobi!! Hobi baby wake up, pleaseee!!” You whine, a pout on your lips as you attempt to drag Hoseok out of bed.

“Y/N~ it’s like six in the morning let me sleeeeep...” He groans, his voice deep  and gravelly from still being partially asleep.

“Jung Hoseok it is almost ten in the morning, get your ass out of bed we got shit to do!” You tease, jumping up on the bed beside him, well more like on top of him. He groans as your soft body lands on him, but you know he’s smiling because he moves so he can wrap his arms around you. 

“But Y/NNNN can’t we just cuddle here for a little bit longer? Pleaseeee!” He mics your whiny tone, and you almost cave in, he’s so cute when he pouts. Even if he is mocking you. But you stay strong and lean in close enough to his face that your nose barely brushes his,

“But I made you pancakes baby, don’t you want to eat?” You coo, and laugh as he jumps up from the bed and runs in the direction of your kitchen, literally yelling for joy. You smile fondly at the doorway and get up much slower.  

When you get to the kitchen he already has a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him and his cheeks full of food, he really looks like an adorable chipmunk. You barely make out him saying thank you, but the smile on his face is thanks enough. Between the two of you, the food is gone within ten minutes and in another twenty you two are showered and cuddling on the couch in your pajamas. 

“Hobi?” You hum, squeezing his hand that holds your own and lifting your free hand to stroke his cheek. 

“Hm? What’s up babe?” He asks, reaching up to grab your hand that touches his cheek and hold that one as well with a soft smile on his face.

“Can we play a game?” You ask, getting up to sit in his lap, a knee on each side of him and your intertwined hands on either side of his head, a playful pout on your face

Hoseok laughs, “I don’t see why not cutie, why don’t you go and hide first yeah?”, he suggests shifting you off his lap so you stand between his legs. You take off with a giggle down the hall and vaguely you can hear him counting from the couch. 

Now, where to hide.... Bedroom? Predictable. Bathroom? Eh better but still not good enough. A light bulb went off in your head, in the linen closet there’s enough room to hide behind a basket of towels under the shelves. If you curl up in a ball you should be able to fit. 

“15... 16...17....” Hoseok yells, no time to doubt yourself now. Scrambling you open the closet and by some miracle manage to get in the closet making minimal noise and shut the door.

“19... 20!! Ready or not here I come!!!” Hobi yells and you suck in a breath. Now it begins, this is the hardest part for you. Staying silent. Footsteps pass in front of the door and your heart beat is pounding so loud in your ears you’re afraid it echos in the small closet. 

“Y/N... Come on going out on the roof is against the rules!! I swear if you’re out there again I’m going home... You aren’t under the bed... not in the shower...” His voice fades in and out as he moves throughout your small apartment, talking to himself.

By now you’ve calmed your heart, now it’s just the giggling. Each time you hear Hobi groan in frustration it takes everything in you to not giggle. Your lip is swollen in the corner from you biting on it.

“Y/N come on, it’s been fifteen minutes! Where the hell are you, there’s only like six places to hide in he...” His voice trails off and you feel your heart begin to race again. And a damned tickle starts in your nose. A sneeze. frantically you mentally yell at yourself to not sneeze, if you sneeze he’ll know where you are. But when has your brain ever actually listened to you.  Never. 

“....Achoo!” Your sneeze is honestly fairly quiet, in any other situation you’d pat yourself on the back for sounding so undeniably cute. But this is not that time. He knows. You can feel it. To confirm your thoughts you can see his shadow getting closer before it stops right at the door, the tips of his shoes barely visible.

“I know you’re in here baby, I’m going to open the door now. No running when-”

You zoom right out of the closet, past Hoseok and into the living room giggling the entire way. You can hear Hoseok behind you, his strides much longer then yours, making him catch up to you before you manage to dive behind the couch. His arms around your waist with his chest against your chest. 

“Why is it, that every time we play a game you always try and run away from me you silly sweet girl.” He teases, his nose barely tracing your throat.

You laugh and turn in his arms, “Just gotta keep you on your toes I guess,” You tease back kissing the tip of his nose. Hoseok laughs, slipping an arm down to pull you against his chest, carrying you like a bride to the couch before he falls down with you on his lap. 

“Well that took up a grand total of fifteen minutes, though it seemed like longer, what shall we do now love?” He says softly, his hand absentmindedly rubbing circles on the skin of your thigh. You hum in thought, and offer a movie marathon to which Hoseok adds on the idea of a blanket fort. And you never say no to blanket forts. You two turn into a scramble of rushing around to pull blankets off the couch and bed, even the top sheet. It takes a little while, and a lot of you tripping over the blankets, but you two manage to make a pretty nice blanket fort right on front of the tv, the softest blanket under your bodies. 

You two decide to watch some lighthearted comedies, popping some popcorn then settling down in the fort, you partially on top of him with the sound of his beating heart right under your ear. You don’t know when you fell asleep, but all the sudden you’re being gently shook awake by Hoseok, a smile on his face. 

“Ah love, you couldn’t even make it through one movie... You’ve already had nap one and it’s only lunch time.” He teases, bopping your nose with his finger gently. 

“Lunch time? Food? Food time!” You squeal, pushing yourself off of Hoseok to crawl, all the way, to the kitchen with Hoseok’s laughter following you. There isn’t a ton of food in the kitchen, with work you’ve been so busy the grocery store wasn’t your top priority. Luckily though, there’s enough fresh vegetables and noodles with some milk and cheese to make a nice pasta dish. Or try anyway, neither of you are the best cooks. 

“Y/N you have to wait for the water to boil.”

“It’s been 84 years... and I’m still waiting for the water to fucking boil...”

“It’s been 45 seconds! Just walk away and let the water be.... No no no don’t turn the heat up! Y/N...”

It takes Hoseok throwing you over his shoulder to get you out of the kitchen, he makes you find a new movie while you two wait for the water. 

“OH MY GOSH babe we have to watch this!!” You screech, jumping on the couch and pointing the remote at the screen, the fort threatening to come down under your movements. 

“...How many times have you seen this movie this week?” 

“.... Shut up I want to watch it again!”

Hoseok really doesn’t mind, he secretly loves watching you sing along to the movie, your face is always filled with such pure happiness. 

“THERE GOES THE BAKER WITH HIS TRAY LIKE ALWAYS! THE SAME OLD BREAD AND ROLLS TO SELLLL!!” You yell-sing somewhat on key but not really, you pause to sniff at the air, “Is something... steaming?” You ask, the moment those words leave your lips you and Hoseok look at each other in horror-

The water.

“MY SPINACH PUFFS!” You both yell in unison, racing to the kitchen. 

The forgotten water is boiling furiously and the lid is jumping, literally, on top of the pot. The two of you move quickly to get the lid off the pot and turn down the water temperature.

“I told you that was too hot Y/N but no don’t listen to me! I’m just your elder...”

“Jung Hoseok you are my elder by three months!”

“Three months and ten days!”

“Oh yes let’s not forget about those precious ten days! You know why don’t you just hush and put the damn noodles in the damn pot.” You huff, but not able to fight off a bright smile at your boyfriend. 

The past three years dating Hoseok have been perfect, sure it was hard at first with the distance but in the long run it’s only made you two stronger and the days you have together more precious. 

The two of you stay in the kitchen until the food is completely done this time so no one gets distracted by singing. But once you hit the couch you’re both singing, mouths full of food, with a singing candle stick. 

“Babe... are you crying?” Hoseoks tentatively asks, his arms tightening around your waist.

“He-He l-l-learned to lo-o-ve!!”You sniffle, cuddling closer into Hoseok’s side, “And she loves him too!”  Hoseok chuckles and rubs the hand that isn’t on your waist across your back. Hours begin to bleed into each other and animated musicals come one after the other. Your limbs fell asleep at least two movies ago, but your’re so comfortable locked against Hoseok’s side that you can’t bring yourself to attempt to move to make sure your leg is still working. Besides, the soft snores that drift to your ear are too adorable to stop. They lull you into your second nap of the day, and the smell of pizza wakes you up.

“When I woke up it was dinner time, and you refused to wake up to help me cook so I ordered pizza!” Hoseok says from beside you, a box of pizza with two slices already missing in front of him. 

“Aw and you got my favorite kind! Thank you baby!” You coo, reaching over his lap to grab a slice for yourself before settling back into his side, “Whatcha watchin?” You ask

“Honestly I have no clue, I think Netflix ran out of movies for us and now there’s... Whatever this is...” He laughs, tilting his head to the side to regard the figures on the screen with pure, adorable confusion. 

“Hey Hobi, what time is it?”

“Hmm about 5 P.M. looks like.” He answers, glancing at the watch on his wrist that cost just as much as your college education.

“What! I was asleep for 3 hours?! Baby~ why didn’t you wake me up?” You whine, sad that you spent so long asleep instead of bonding with him.

“Hey hey hey, I tried! for like, 15 minutes! But you just kept mumbling something about bakers with bread. So I figured the smell of pizza would wake you up, and I was right!” Hoseok cheers, a smug smile on his face. 

“Oh my gosh I was singing Disney movies in my sleep!” You laugh and shake your head, getting up to go to the kitchen.

“What are you getting sweets?” Hoseok calls,

“No order in pizza dinner is complete without wine my dear, at least not with me.” You tease, walking back into the room with a bottle and two glasses. The two of you manage to finish off the bottle and the pizza within a hour, leaving you both feeling full and tipsy. 

“Ok but I don’t understand why you won’t buy me a cat. I want a cat!” You wine, plopping yourself on Hoseok’s lap and leaning your forehead against his.

“Because babe,” Hoseok sighs with a smile, “You’re allergic to cats, I know you love them but you’re allergic.” Hoseok laughs and squeezes your sides gently. 

You pout and nod your head, only giving up for the time being, alcohol lessens your ability to argue well. 

You feel arms move you and soon you’re being carried off, probably to bed. Your thoughts are confirmed when you’re dropped onto the plush mattress.

“I’m not sleepy Hobiii why did you carry me to bed?” You yawn, obviously showing your words as a lie. Hoseok only smiles, looking at you with such pure love shining in his eyes. 

“Baby you always say you aren’t tired when you drink, but it’s late and you need to sleep. Work tomorrow remember?” Hoseok chimes, sitting next to you and stroking your cheeks softly with the back of his fingers. 

“I don’t wanna work... But I have to clean up the living room!” I gasp, sitting up only to be pushed back down by Hoseok,

“Baby we already cleaned up enough, what’s left can be cleaned tomorrow. Sleep love.” Hoseok whispers, leaving the room for a moment to shut off the lights and tv before coming back. He quickly tip-toes over to the bed and crawls under the covers next to you, pulling you against his chest.

You hum in content, reaching over the bed enough to turn out the lamp on the nightstand. Doing things in the day with Hoseok is always amazing but this- the silent pre-sleeping cuddles are the best. Not even the wine can cloud how safe and loved being in Hoseok’s arms makes you feel. 

“I love you Hobi...” You whisper, knowing that he can hear you, you feel his arms tighten around your waist.

“I love you too Y/N” 

..

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THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG I AM SO SORRY PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER GIF OF MY SUNSHINE TO MAKE UP FOR IT 

also I regret none of the disney references 

~Star 

#bts imagine #bts reaction #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #BTS request #bts scenario #jung hoseok #bts hoseok #hoseok scenario #hoseok imagine #hoseok reaction #bts fluff #hoseok fluff #bts #hoseok #hobi #ray of sunshine #i really am sorry it took so long #life just gets in the way #ill do better #stardust

[ionlyeatcomfortfood]

The Asks

@fandima​ did all of them for me, so I shall do them all for her.

1. When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? 

Cereal

2. Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintry day?

No. Cold can go fuck itself.

3. What random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Hands, leaves, socks.

4. How do you take your coffee/tea?

Coffee I do with a little creamer, and tea I take as is.

5. Are you self-conscious about your smile?

Yes. There’s a reason I say my teeth are ‘monster teeth’

6. Do you keep plants?

I don’t get plants, so no.

7. Do you name your plants?

I name everything. I may not name my plants, but I sure do name my friend’s.

8. What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Music. I will sing a sad song when I am sad, I will scream-sing at you if I am mad.

9. Do you like singing/humming to yourself.

Yep. Do it all the time.

10. Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Side.

11. What’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Ha ha..... tree.

12. What’s your favorite planet?

Pluto. Pluto is family. Ohana means family. Family means no one is left behind or forgotten.

13. What’s something that made you smile today?

My little sister laughing.

14. If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

Messy, art shit everywhere. Something is cooking and it smells wonderful. The walls are painted with murals, and every piece of furniture is soft and comfortable. There are so many books.

15. Go Google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

The Milky Way smells like rum and tastes like raspberries.

16. What’s your favorite pasta dish?

Any pasta dish, except spaghetti.

17. What color do you really want to dye your hair?

All of them! But mostly rainbow right now.

18. Tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Not always brought up, but my friends really like to make fun of me when I mess up grammar, considering I’m the one who normally corrects them.

19. Do you keep a journal? What do you write/draw in it?

I used to, but I don’t anymore.

20. What’s your favorite eye color?

All of them!

21. Talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces?

I don’t really have a bag like that.

22. Are you a morning person?

No. I almost always would prefer night to the morning.

23. What’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days when you have 0 obligations?

Read or write.

24. Is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

No. Nothing against any of those people, it’s all me.

25. What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

Old abandoned Marsh store.

26. What are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

My tennis shoes.

27. What’s your favorite gum flavor?

Peppermint!

28. Sunrise or sunset?

Both, when I’m up for sunrise.

29. What’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

Aven makes emoticon faces and it’s really cute!

30. Think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yes. A couple of times, actually. Once I thought I was in a fucking horror movie. Not fun.

31. What is your opinion of socks? Do you like wearing weird socks? Do you sleep with socks? Do you confine yourself to white sock hell? Really, just talk about socks.

Socks are awesome! I wear exclusively weird socks, none of that white sock shit. No socks when sleeping, though.

32. Tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3 am with your friends?

I only stay up to three by myself.

33. What’s your fave pastry?

Baklava!

34. Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. What is it called? What does it look like? Do you still keep it?

There was a couple, but my favorite was Peanut Butter, a light brown teddy bear my aunt got me. And yes I do still have it.

35. Do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? Do you use them often?

No and no.

36. Which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

Panic! At the Disco.

37. Do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

Clean

38. Tell us about your pet peeves!

Privilege.

39. What color do you wear the most?

Gray.

40. Think of a piece of jewelry you own what’s it’s story? Does it have any meaning to you?

Necklace and ring my nana gave to me. It has only meaning in the fact she got it for me. I don’t wear jewelry.

41. What’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

The Wrath and the Dawn, plus the sequel.

42. Do you have a favorite coffee shop? Describe it!

Starbucks? I don’t drink a whole lot of coffee.

43. Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

Myself.

44. When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

Earlier today, after I finished yoga. I felt at peace.

45.Do you trust your instincts a lot?

Yes. Every time I don’t trust them, something bad happens.

46. Tell us the worst pun you can think of.

Gee, I can’t think of any. I feel super pun-intelligent.

47. What food do you think should be banned from the universe?

CELERY. FUCK IT. NO ONE SHOULD EAT IT EVER.

48. What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today?

I was afraid of the dark as a kid. Now I’m scared of heights.

49. Do you like buying CDs and records? What was the last one you bought?

No.

50. What’s an odd thing you collect?

Pop tabs.

51. Think of a person. What song do you associate with them?

I associate ‘Into the Unknown’ with my little sister since she loves the song so much.

52. What are your favorite memes of the year so far?

None. I do not seek out memes, they find me.

53. Have you ever watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show? Heathers? Beetlejuice? Pulp Fiction? What do you think of them?

No, but I love the musicals for Heathers and Beetlejuice.

54. Who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

My brother, when he was talking about a thing.

55. What’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

Almost set someone on fire.

56. What are some things you find endearing in people?

Everything. I love people.

57. Go listen to Bohemian Rhapsody. How did it make you feel? Did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

I like the song. Nothing amazing, but I like it.

58. Who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why?

No one’s the wine mom, but my best friend is the vodka aunt. She is batshit crazy. (in a good way)

59. What’s your favorite myth?

Most Greek myths, but especially the story of Hades & Persephone.

60. Do you like poetry? What are some of your faves?

I am a poet, and I love Emily Dickinson. My favorite is ‘Hope is the Thing With Feathers’

61. What’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? The stupidest one you’ve ever received?

Idk what this would be. Any gifts I give or receive have meaning.

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? 

No

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

Music? No. Books? Yes. Alphabetized by author’s last name, like a library.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? 

Dark Blue

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

My friends. D:

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

RAINBOW ROSES THAT MAKE ME LOOK PRETTY

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? 

I feel at peace.

68: what’s winter like where you live?

Barely anything, especially compared to where I used to live.

69: what are your favorite board games?

All of them.

70: have you ever used a Ouija board?

No. Kaz don’t mess around with angry spirits.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

Peppermint

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? 

Yes

73: what are some of your worst habits?

Nail biting and isolation

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Sweet, gorgeous, attentive, and hard working.

75: tell us about your pets!

Kaz has no pets D:

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? 

Writing

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

Yellow

78: are you in the minion hateclub or Fan club?

I don’t hate the minions, but I certainly don’t like them.

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Aven drew the Kaz Protection Squad Picture. It’s still one of my favorite things.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color?

Off white. No

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

The lightest void that shifts and shimmers

82: are/were you good in school? 

Ye

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

I like the art for Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

Yes. Heart on my wrist, ‘it’s okay’ on the other, ‘hetero-ever after doesn’t have to be the norm’ on the back of my calf, ‘and love is not a choice’ on my upper arm, ‘so smart’ on my inner arm, and a watercolor rainbow flag on my other upper arm.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

Peanuts.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

No

 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? 

Coco

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Surrealism

89: are you close to your parents?

Yes.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

I don’t like cities. I like the country.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

Nowhere

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

The former

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

Loose and messy

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? 

My dad.

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

Watch TV and YouTube

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

Procrastinate

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

ISTJ-T/Logician, Taurus, Ravenclaw

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

Forever ago. NO.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

Recipe for Me, Demons, and Sober (never had a drink, just resonate with her feelings)

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

Future. The past needs to stay there.

#avi answers

[blacksheep28]

Meeting the Skelebros

Papyrus cheerfully pushed his cart through the grocery store, greeting the humans and monsters he encountered. He had always known the Lapin family was clever, but their running of an entirely monster owned grocery store on the surface was a great achievement. They even drew in humans!

He walked down his favorite aisle and began to analyze the great variety in noodles. The surface had such a wide variety. Even after months on the surface he still was in awe of it! So many ways to craft his best dish!

Grocery shopping was easily one of Shannon’s least favorite things to do. There were always so many people and so much activity. Some of them had decided to stay away from this particular store knowing a monster owned it, and that just made it her favorite.

Except for when they stocked her favorite brand of parmesan on the highest shelf. She put in a valiant struggle, but it was out of her reach. Shannon tilted her head around to seek out help and spotted a tall monster down the aisle. “Excuse me, hi?” she approached with a shy smile. “Could you help me get something down?”

Papyrus turned around at the call and beamed at the brave human who had approached him. "A NEW FRIEND?" Papyrus gasped in delight. "NEVER FEAR! THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL AID YOU IN YOUR SHOPPING!"

There was a pause as she took in just how big and evidently loud this guy was. Shannon smiled a little wider, relieved to have some assistance, and from such a nice seeming guy. "Okay, Papyrus," she tested his name, leading him back towards the poorly placed product. "I'm Shannon, by the way, and thank you so much for helping me."

"ANYTHING FOR A FRIEND!" Papyrus cheerfully followed the human across the aisle. "WHAT CAN I ASSIST YOU WITH GRABBING?"

"The green bottle of parmesan up there, can you see it?" To help point him in the right direction, she rolled up on her tiptoes, then glanced over at the monster again. "...what am I saying, of course you can," Shannon laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry about that."

Papyrus grinned, grabbing the prized bottle of parmesan and holding it out. "IT IS FINE! I AM PLEASED TO MEET ANOTHER PASTA LOVER!"

She plunked the down bottle into her cart and turned to thank Papyrus again, taking in his full appearance now that she wasn't just asking him for help. "I do love pasta, but also? That scarf you're wearing. Kinda like mine." A hand trailed up to the burgundy cloth wrapped around her neck. "You style it really well, I can't imagine how complicated getting that to look so... Heroic is."

Papyrus could have floated away on her words. She was so nice! And seemed to genuinely admire his greatness! He loved it! "YOU ARE VERY STYLISH YOURSELF!" Papyrus grinned. "WE SHOULD EXCHANGE PHONE NUMBERS! I WISH TO SHARE SPAGHETTI WITH YOU TO SEAL OUR FRIENDSHIP! WE CAN WATCH MTT TOGETHER."

"Oh, thank you." Pink started to dampen her cheeks, baffled by his complete sincerity and forwardness. But she found herself agreeing anyway, dragging her phone from her pocket to input his number. "Sure, sounds like a date. Unless MTT means something scary, in which case I'll have to politely decline on that front."

She didn't know the delights of MTT? Clearly this had to be corrected as soon as possible! "ALLOW ME TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR SHOPPING NEW FRIEND!"

His eagerness was cute, if not a tiny bit nerve wracking. "Okay, big guy, deal. Now I won't have to climb up to get the juice I like," she laughed. "And we can walk and talk, yeah? Friends should know stuff about each other."

Papyrus nodded eagerly. "THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA! WE ALREADY SHARE A PASSION FOR PASTA, BUT YOU ARE PROBABLY UNAWARE I AM A TRUE CONNOISSEUR!"

"I was unaware of that," she nodded in agreement, picking out a box of cookies as she passed along the shelf. "I am also unaware of exactly what being a 'pasta connoisseur' entails, so feel free to enlighten me."

"WHEN MONSTERS WERE STILL UNDERGROUND MY MENTOR UNDYNE TAUGHT ME THE ART OF SPAGHETTI. IT WAS PASSION. IT WAS BOLD. IT WAS FIRE! AND I LOVED SHARING IT WITH OTHERS." Papyrus smiled, reflecting on the various surprised looks of the Snowdin monsters as he gifted them spaghetti. It brought them all so much closer together.

"WHEN I CAME TO THE SURFACE I PLANNED TO MASTER MY CRAFT, ALONG WITH PURSUING MY DREAM OF DRIVING DOWN THE HIGHWAY. IT SEEMED HUMANS HAD NOT STOPPED WITH JUST SPAGHETTI. THE DISH WAS PERFECT, BUT THEY MADE MORE TO SHARE!" Papyrus spread out his arms. "I HAVE WORKED TO TRY THE DIFFERENT KINDS AND ADD THEM TO MY SKILLS EVER SINCE!"

It was slightly concerning that he thought the art was fire, but she hoped it was a metaphor, or maybe he'd caught up with recent slang. She hoped. "That sounds amazing, Papyrus. I'm glad the surface has given you so much." The fate of monsters always made her ache with sadness when it was brought up, but at least he seemed happy to be here. "NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus beamed down at her. "THE SURFACE IS WONDERFUL! EVEN MY LAZY BROTHER IS PUTTING IN EFFORT! THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD MAKE IT BETTER WOULD BE IF I WAS IN THE ROYAL GUARD!" Papyrus paused. "WHICH IS NOW DISBANDED." There were monster policemen, and talks of an honor guard for the king, but it wasn't the same. Which was a good thing! They didn't need to capture humans anymore! Papyrus beamed at the thought. She managed to tear herself away from that precious smile long enough to grab a half gallon of milk. "If you want-- and I'm not royalty, sadly-- You can be my 'guard'. Lord knows I attract enough trouble," Shannon offered with a small smile. "But like, if you want. It's not a requirement or anything, just since yours was disbanded." She was so incredibly kind. They had barely met, and already she wanted to help make up for his lost dream. It was just perfect. Papyrus glowed with happiness. "I WOULD BE HONORED TO PLAY YOUR GUARD FRIEND. YOU ARE WONDERFUL!" Looking around for something suitable, Shannon settled on a can of Pringles and gestured for Papyrus to come down to her height. "On this, my favorite flavor," Shannon started, tapping each of his shoulders, holding back giggles. "I dub thee guard." Papyrus knelt down and laughed with her at the ridiculous little ceremony. It was a far cry from what he'd dreamed but somehow perfect here. "I WILL DO MY BEST!" "Your best is perfect, Papyrus," she laughed, setting the chips into the cart. "You'll have your hands full with me, so that's all I can ask." Papyrus beamed. He stopped to pick up a few large bottles of ketchup before continuing on. "WHAT ARE YOUR DREAMS?" Questions about herself were always hard to answer when they were so open ended. "Um, huh." Shannon shrugged, scrutinizing the mass collection of ketchup. "I just want to be comfortable, safe, and happy. When I was younger, I wanted to design the plots and lore for games, though. Write out worlds and let people interact with them," she admitted, chuckling softly. "A far cry from what I ended up doing with my life." "A WORLD BUILDER? WOW THAT SOUNDS INCREDIBLE! I BET YOUR WORLDS ARE AMAZING!" Papyrus smiled down at her and patted her shoulder. "I CAN CERTAINLY HELP WITH THE COMFORTABLE PART. YOU SHOULD VISIT MY HOUSE! IT IS VERY COMFORTABLE! I AM SURE IT WILL GIVE YOU GREAT IDEAS!" She blinked at him for a moment, surprised with his enthusiastic reaction. "Oh... Thanks, that's nice of you to say," Shannon murmured with a small smile. "I'd be happy to. I try to make my little apartment as cozy as possible, but it's an apartment. There's only so much I can do. Plus," she added, nudging Papyrus gently. "With that sense of style, I'd love to see your take on interior decorating." Papyrus nudged her back gently. "NYEH HEH HEH! I DO HAVE IMPECCABLE TASTE!" "I'm sure you do, big guy. How could you not? Look at you, that's one fine look you've got going," she giggled, maneuvering herself out of his nudging range. "I'd love to come over some time." She was flirting with him! Papyrus' cheeks dusted a pale orange. "TONIGHT?" He would make sure the house was at its best. Maybe he'd even get Sans to pick up his sock! He had no idea how Sans had managed to drop a sock in the living room again. She was already dressed and ready to meet other people, why not? "Sure, I'd like that." Shannon pushed her cart into the checkout lane and waited, taking the time to settle out details. Papyrus cheerfully paid for his groceries and wished the cashier a wonderful day. "WOULD YOU CARE TO BE ESCORTED TO YOUR HOME TO DELIVER YOUR GROCERIES, OR DO YOU WANT TIME TO PREPARE? I UNDERSTAND MY GREATNESS CAN BE OVERWHELMING."

"I'll take the stuff home myself, don't worry about it. And I'll let you make sure your place is in top form-- I wouldn't expect any less of my loyal guard," Shannon teased, waving a hand. "I'm kidding, I don't really care." Papyrus laughed even as part of him took it seriously. "I'LL SEE YOU IN A COUPLE HOURS THEN! I'LL TEXT YOU MY ADDRESS!" She dug out her car keys from one of many jacket pockets and gave him a little wave, showing off her cute keychain. "Okay! Drive safe, Papyrus, I'll see you later." Papyrus texted her his address as soon as he was home, then set to work cleaning the house. The groceries were put away, the floor was vacuumed, and Sans was busy working in the basement. He told Sans a friend would be coming and received a grunt in acknowledgement, but he wouldn't be surprised if Sans forgot. He prepared to make his best friendship spaghetti for his new friend. As soon as she got the message, Shannon figured the time she needed to leave and how much was left to make herself a little more presentable. She straightened out her clothes and ran a lint brush over them to make sure she wouldn't shed too badly in his house. In the bathroom, a little conditioning spray went on, smoothing down the curls around her face. Too soon, it was already time to leave. Nerves twisted in her gut as she approached the right address. Papyrus perked up as he heard steps at the door. He raced over and flung it open. "FRIEND!" Her hand hovered in the air with surprise, having prepared to knock. "Uh, hi," she tried to save it with a little wave. "I really like what you've done out front." "THANK YOU! GYFTMAS IS SOMETHING TO CELEBRATE ALL YEAR!" "I can't argue with that," she nodded. "Is there anything I should know before I meet your brother?" "HE'S BUSY WORKING ON A SECRET PROJECT, SO WE WON'T SEE HIM UNTIL DINNER. HE'S A GREAT GUY, AS LONG AS YOU IGNORE HIS PUNS." "Sounds like...a busy guy." Shannon shifted a bit uncomfortably and smiled up at Papyrus. "Can I come in now? It's a little cold out here." Papyrus nodded. "OF COURSE! SORRY!" He waved her in and headed back to the kitchen where the spaghetti was cooking. "MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME." Inside the house and warming up, she let out pleased sigh. "No worries. It looks nice around here," Shannon complimented as she looked around. "Do you want me in the kitchen with you?" "YOUR COMPANY WOULD BE MOST PLEASANT AND ACCEPTED." Papyrus moved the pot off the stove and hummed cheerfully as he dumped a burnt cheesy spaghetti sauce on the crispy noodles. He put the dishes in a sink almost taller than him and began to stir the noodles violently. "And it's easier to keep me nice and guarded if we're in the same room, I'll bet," she said playfully, following along. Nothing could have prepared her for the horrors that had been done to that pasta. "Um... Papyrus, hun? Is everything okay?" "YES, WHY?" Papyrus asked. He looked around. "I WILL CLEAN UP AS SOON AS THE FOOD IS READY!" Is this what'd he'd meant by connoisseur? She bit back a shiver, watching blackened sauce fleck the counter around Papyrus. "Well-- Humans, at least, don't usually... Cook their spaghetti like that," Shannon tried to be gentle. "THEY DON'T?" Papyrus gasped. "HOW DO THEY DO IT?" "Um, we..." How was she supposed to explain spaghetti, she wondered, children could cook this. "You boil it until it's slightly soft, then dump out the water. And if you use sauce, you put it in a pot on the stove under low heat for a few minutes." Papyrus frowned. "BUT HOW DO YOU SHOW YOUR PASSION IN COOKING IT?" "Well, some people say spices," she laughed. "But as long as you are passionate about it, it'll come through in the food regardless, I think." Papyrus hummed in thought. "YOU SHALL HAVE TO SHOW ME YOUR TECHNIQUE NEXT TIME YOU VISIT." He turned around and dished out the abused spaghetti. Then he went to a door and hollered down it. "SANS! DINNER!" "on it bro." A much shorter skeleton walked into the kitchen from somewhere. He was wearing a very faded blue hoodie with grease stains on it, and black oil patches on the edge of his sleeves. In contrast the pink bunny slippers with googly eyes looked brand new. "huh, company. sup. i'm sans. sans the skeleton." Her stomach was going to raise hell about this later. She smiled uneasily and took a seat in front of a plate, staring warily at her doom. “Oh, hi,” her head lifted. “It’s— Okay, it’s nice to meet you and my name is Shannon, but are you like—good? You okay?” Sans tilted his head, grin on his face. "yeah. not the first time i've had my bro's spaghetti." Papyrus returned and took a seat of his own. "PLEASE, DIG IN!" He cheerfully took a huge mouthful. “That’s— you know what, alright.” She waved it off, it wasn’t the time to press and come off rude within three minutes of an introduction. The spaghetti crunched, to her horror, as she stuck the fork in.  Maybe if she chewed fast enough nothing would register. She shoveled in a bit and regretted it immediately.

Papyrus was cheerfully oblivious to Shannon's pain, even as Sans laughed silently. "did you hear about the italian chef?" “No,” she choked out, forcing herself to swallow. The...love in there was truly...something else. “What about him?” "he pasta way." Papyrus froze, horror in his expression. A deadpan stare was thrown towards Sans, though it may have been muddled by the tears in her eyes. “Oh. I see. He was a great chef, may we never sphagetto bout him.” "NO. NOT PUNS!" Sans laughed. "here today, gone tomato." Despite laughing, she threw an apologetic smile Papyrus’ way. “Not a big fan, I take it?” Papyrus shook his head. "NO! HIS PUNS ARE HORRIBLE!" "you're smiling," Sans teased. He winked. "You are smiling, Papyrus," Shannon conceded. "Puns are alright in my joke book." She looked down when the terrible stench wafting from her plate was suddenly absent, blinking at her now cleared plate. Papyrus looked at her plate. "WOW YOU MUST HAVE REALLY ENJOYED THAT. DO YOU WANT MORE?" Oh she definitely enjoyed it being gone. "Oh, uh, yeah! I could just... taste your passion in it, Paps. Couldn't resist it," she lied nervously, offering a smile. "But I think I might've stuffed myself on it." "THAT'S ALRIGHT. YOU READY TO WATCH MTT?" Sans finished his own plate and left, absently waving at Papyrus and Shannon. "Sure. Can you tell me what I'm in for, at least?" Shannon asked, curious as to what exactly she had agreed to view. "Bye, Sans, it was nice to meet you!" "gouda to meet you too," Sans answered absently. Papyrus huffed, but cheerfully left to the living room. "IT'S A VARIETY SHOW STARRING THE UNDERGROUND'S BIGGEST CELEBRITY METTATON!" She wondered to herself if she'd made a bad impression on Sans. He seemed... Rather distant, especially compared to his brother. But then again, he had saved her from Death Noodles. "....remind me to thank him later," Shannon murmured. "For... The puns. I don't know about Mettaton much, but I'm always here for a variety show!" Papyrus beamed. "YOU'LL LOVE THIS!" Papyrus settled down and clicked on the tv. A very sexy looking robot stepped out and greeted the audience, and the show started rolling. It was completely illogical, musical, and random. Papyrus loved It. "I'll take your word on it." Shannon settled down on the couch a little stiffly, being in a new place, and tried to make sense of the show. There was absolutely no plot or point, but... It was entertaining. "How have I never heard of Mettaton before, he's gorgeous?" "HE IS EXTREMELY SEXY," Papyrus agreed. "HE'S THE FIRST MONSTER TO STAR ON THE SURFACE. HE STARTED HIS NEW RELEASES A COUPLE MONTHS AGO!" She made a noise of understanding. "Oh, that'd be why. I don't keep up with TV very well," she admitted, leaning back and relaxing a little. "But if his other stuff is anything like this, I might have to catch up." "I CAN LEND YOU MY COLLECTION," Papyrus offered. "I TAPED EVERY SHOW." "Wait... Really?" Shannon asked excitedly. "That means I can binge watch it! Yes please, thank you!" she enthused, grinning brightly. Papyrus beamed. His new human friend was so wonderful! She loved MTT, pasta, and playfully offered for her to act as his guard. "I'LL GET THEM AFTER THE SHOW!" "Thanks, Paps, I really appreciate it." The show played on, and eventually she found herself curled up comfortably on the couch and leaning on Papyrus while they marveled at Mettaton's stage presence.

It got late. Papyrus was surprised to realize it was already eleven. Sans stepped into the room. "hey. having a sleepover?" "SANS. BEDTIME ALREADY?" Papyrus asked. "yeah bro. your friend staying?" Papyrus turned to Shannon and gave her a pleading look. She glanced dazedly over at Sans. Had it really gotten this late? "Mm... Yeah, okay," Shannon agreed. There was no way she could drive home this tired and while it was this dark. "Sorry we didn't tell you sooner, Sans." "that's fine." Sans directed a warm tired smile at her. "just means two bedtime stories 'stead of one. you need to borrow pajamas?" Papyrus gasped. "I CAN SHOW YOU MY RACECAR BED!" “Slow down there speed racer, I’m fine with the couch, no need to give up your bed,” she laughed, reaching over to give Papyrus’ arm a pat. “I will say yes to the pajamas, though, if that’s okay.” Papyrus pouted. "ARE YOU SURE? IT IS A GREAT BED. I OFTEN DREAM OF RACING DOWN THE HIGHWAY WITH THE WIND IN MY HAIR IN IT." She shook her head, smiling. “Even if you are my loyal guard, I’m not kicking you out of your own bed.” Plus, if he needed a bedtime story that was fine, but she wasn’t going to make Sans adjust for her too. "i'll make sure they're taken care of bro," Sans promised. Papyrus looked between Shannon and Sans, twisting his hands together.

"ARE YOU REALLY SURE?" “I’m sure. This couch is amazing, I’ll be fine,” she reassured, unsure of how to react to the proposal of Sans taking care of her. “Go get some sleep, Paps, it’s bedtime.” Papyrus nodded and headed upstairs. Sans meandered up after him. While Papyrus changed into his pajamas Sans found a relatively clean shirt and pair of shorts for Shannon. He came back down with a blanket for the couch.

"here ya go. hope these fit." In the meantime, she dug out an emergency contact case from her purse and took out the lenses. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thanks, though.” She suddenly realized two things—  The location of a bathroom for her to change in was a mystery, and she could barely see, anyway. “Could I ask you to point me towards a bathroom?” "no problem. it's just down the hall." Sans gestured to a tiny hall with a door hidden in shadows. “Cool, thanks.” Her hip bumped into an end table as she carefully started in the right direction, then into the wall beginning the hall. “Oof, I’m worse at this than I remember,” Shannon mumbled to herself. She blindly groped for the wall and started to feel along it. "need a hand?" When she hit a painting with her hands, Shannon stopped and sighed. “Yeah, think I do.” Sans came down the hall and took Shannon's hand. It was oddly soft compared to the ridges of his bones. He gently lead her to the bathroom and flipped the light on. "here ya go." “Thanks. Sorry I’m imposing so much tonight,” she apologized with a little smile. “I’ll be right out.” "no prob. thanks for hanging with my bro." Her clothes were off and replaced rather quickly. She was so eager to be rid of that damn bra. “Oh, no problem,” Shannon emerged from the bathroom, old clothes tucked under her arm. “Thank you for.. Not dinner. He’s great, but I may have to give him a cooking lesson or two.” Sans chuckled. "he's gotten better. it's edible now." He guided her back to the couch. "my brother is really cool. he keeps on cooking. he's determined to be great." She wrapped her hand back around his gratefully. “Oh, he wants to be great at cooking?” He would need a lot of work, but it was admirable how passionate Papyrus was about seemingly everything.  “I already helped with the guard thing, what’s a cooking lesson or seventeen.” Sans chuckled. "thanks for that." He left her at the couch and headed into Papyrus' room to read him Fluffy Bunny. “Sure, no problem,” Shannon smiled, throwing a little wave as he left. She got comfortable on the couch and wrapped herself up in the blanket to try and doze off.

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