#or this is all a hallucination as he dies from getting a concussion by having sex in a capsule hotel. no that'd be good nvm

[inklingofadream]

in general, I think sexuality becoming more acceptable to write and write about is great

but man, has the switch from reading some 50s and 60s sci fi to a book from the 1980s got me rethinking that. those love interests weren't necessarily portrayed *well*, but this is ridiculous

#i'm terrified i'm going to get to the end of the book and it'll just be that this was it. this is how apparently it goes #or this is all a hallucination as he dies from getting a concussion by having sex in a capsule hotel. no that'd be good nvm #if it turns out she's playing him i take most of it back also #it's just SO out there i'm doubting that's what's going to happen #bc it'd be one of the Things ppl told you about the book. like i have a hard time envisioning the places i've seen talking about it #leaving out satirizing its contemporaries' love interests and sex scenes. #these are the actions of an extraterrestrial and i deserve to have been warned if they don't turn out to be the author's idea of human wome #ink post #rambling

[peachesofteal]

Winter driving, or the ability to drive in hazardous conditions, is a major thing where I live.

People often overestimate their abilities or just lack the skills, proper equipment, and wreck… usually by sliding off the road.

Anyway, this makes me think about you, reader, driving a mountain pass in the dead of winter. The kind of winter where the ice is like glass on the trees, where the windshield of your car makes you feel like you’re in the millennium falcon during a hyperspace jump, where the air is so cold it hurts your chest. During the day it might be nice, the sun could be out, the wind could be warmer, but at night… everything is treacherous.

And maybe you’re not an experienced driver, in the snow. Maybe you don’t have great tires. Maybe you’re driving just a bit too fast, and before you can correct it, you’re spinning out of control, wrecking into a grove of thick trees. The last thing you can feel is the trickle of blood, dripping down your face, and the last thing you see… are the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

When you wake, it’s in a bed. Your head is killing you and your shoulder, upper arm are screaming in agony. But you’re warm, and bundled under a heap of quilts, hot water bottle under blankets by your feet.

What happened? You try to sit up, but can’t, squinting in the light of the morning, and when you try again, putting more effort into curling your spine forward, it hurts so badly that you yelp.

That’s when you see him. A man steps out of the corner of the room, from the edge of your peripheral… and you freeze in terror.

“Shhh. We’re not goin’ hurt ye.” He coos, coming closer and you get a better look at him, handsome, sweet face with an overgrown mohawk and brilliant blue eyes. “Ye had a terrible accident.” He says, ceramic mug from his hand clinking down onto the table next to you. “Pure luck we found ye when we did. Ye might’ve died out there, hen.”

“I-“

“Here. Drink this.” He pours something from a kettle into the mug, lifting it your lips, encouraging you as he tips it back, warm sweet liquid washing down your throat. You can’t even lift your arms to push him away, and when he seems to be satisfied, his thumb wipes at the corner of your mouth. “Good love. Well done.” He murmurs, re tucking the misplaced blankets around your shoulder. You’re feeling woozy all of the sudden, maybe a little sick, and you think you could be hallucinating when another man appears at the foot of the bed, watching you with honeyed brown eyes, the broadest, tallest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Those bones need setting.” The bigger one says to the mohawk one, and he grimaces, trailing fingertips along your cheek.

“Maybe tomorrow. I’m still worried about the concussion.”

“It’s been four days, Johnny. Can’t put it off too much longer.” Four days? Your brain latches onto the time. Since when?

“Ah know.” He slumps. “Tomorrow?” He sounds hopeful, and the brown eyed man nods.

You’re starting to fade, listening to them talk, unable to react or even speak when they both press a kiss to your forehead, affectionate and longing touch that confuses you until you’re losing the battle to sleep, not with it enough to hear the click of the padlock.

#ghoap x reader #ghost x soap x reader #soap x reader #soap x reader x ghost #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #peaches writes #ghost x reader x soap

[charlottecutepie]

☥ Bunny meat (William Afton x fem!reader x Michael Afton)

Summary: He was a likeable middle-aged man who had wonderful children, his dream job and a beautiful wife. He never blamed himself for his own actions, or to be more exact, he never thought about their consequences.

author note: Ive been thinking for a very long time whether I should publish this fic here. this is my fav fic I wrote for fnaf, I especially like the way I portrayed William here. so please, if any of you would like to see this story here, can you leave a comment? It’ll help me to understand. I’m just unsure if I should post this fic here :’’)

tags: darkfic, unhealthy relationship, angst, smut with plot, p in v, dubcon, oral sex, rough and gentle sex, daddy kink, blood play, knife play, fear play, hurt/comfort, violence, gore/murders, child abuse, follows fnaf lore, moral and physical abuse, virginity kink, anxiety disorder, age gap, daddy issues, unreliable narrator, hallucinations, hidden pairing, William is sick, psychopathy, unhealthy narcissism

Chapter 2.

Chapter 1. Thoughts

Chilly spring night. Light wind and rain. It's so fresh outside that the opposite effect appears: you feel as if you are suffocating from excess air. Outside is your favourite smell of wet grass after the rain. Light smile appears on your lips, and you carelessly go out on the porch of your house, looking at the beautiful view in front of you.

At such moments, everything around seems to be a part of you, you feel some kind of connection with nature and this world. Peace, tranquility, two things what you lack in life.

Today was a bad day. Maybe tomorrow will be better? Tomorrow will be the same. And when will it be better? Does this hell have an end?

Your head is filled with bad thoughts. It feels like every day is getting a little worse than the previous one. You never understood why you deserved such treatment from your father. It was as if he was doing everything so that you wouldn't feel like his daughter. He never even called you that. Something bad happened in your family every day, mom and dad always argued, and you always ran into your room in a state of panic, anxiety. What if father does something to her? That's what happened a few years ago. When you called your aunt in tears, begging her to come, because your father broke your mom's leg and beat her to a concussion. You could have been next if your aunt hadn't arrived on time. That evening, the picture of father changed dramatically in your little child's head.

“Father” means something cold, something cruel. The one who can punch, beat, shout, scream. Abuse.

You live with this thought to this day, but the only thing that has changed is that now there is no father anymore. He died a month ago, which was a shock to your whole little family. You hardly remember what happened exactly on the day of his death, but you clearly memorised your mother who cried all night because she knew well that the only one who could work to feed the family was her husband.

And now, because of this husband she cannot find a well-paid job, because he took care to provide her with a serious disability. And you're too young to work, first you must finish school and university.

Your skin was covered with goosebumps, you went back into the house. Passing by mom's room, you made sure that she was asleep and went to your own one.

Tomorrow is another day.

…

June 22.

“Y/n, breakfast is ready.” you heard mom's voice from the kitchen. Telling her you'd be coming soon, you headed to the bathroom to comb your hair and wash your face.

On the dining table you saw a plate with your favorite breakfast. Pancakes with honey, it couldn't not make you happy. You smiled and sat down opposite your mom. Woman was in a joyful mood.

“Good morning, dear, how did you sleep?” she asked gently, examining your face expression. That's how your conversation started, about everything and nothing at once. She told something about her plans for today, for a week, about her friends, about how one of them gave birth again. You just enjoyed her monologue, sometimes nodding and shaking your head. It was nice for you to see a sparkle in mom's eyes, it was something strange and unique for you, but warming soul. “I absolutely forgot that soon is your birthday!”

“Oh, really? If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have remembered…” you answered in confusion, fidgeting in your chair and twitching your leg. For some reason, the mention of your birthday made you uncomfortable. Probably because it will be your first birthday without your father. After all, when he was alive, you never really celebrated it. The maximum that was — sweets that your mother gave you in secret from him. You wonder what will happen this time?

“How are we going to celebrate?” Mom asked, smile on her face.

You looked at the floor, nervously fiddling with your shorts. You scratched your head, trying to think of something, but no idea came to mind. Your thoughts are empty again.

“It's your 18th birthday… We need to celebrate it well somehow.” for a second she paused, before looking at you with cheerful face. “Oh… Mr. Afton!”

Your eyes widened in surprise, because after the funeral, your family stopped communicating with Afton family.

“Mom, what are you up to?” you frowned. To be honest, you always got shivers running down your spine from his name, because your last meeting was at that cemetery, on the day of your father's funeral. Memories have entered your mind, forcing you to remember your last dialogue with Mr. Afton.

After the burial itself happened, you ran away from the crowd away. Your heart was racing like crazy, trying to jump out of your chest. You sat down on a wet bench, covering your face in hysterics. Tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto a puddle under the bench.

“Young lady,” a low-pitched male voice called you out of hysteria. “Everything is okay? You've been sitting here for hour.”

You opened your eyes and raised your head. Next to you was standing was a tall, middle-aged man with dark brown hair, dressed in black trousers and a jacket. He leaned towards you, holding an umbrella over your head. His face seemed painfully familiar, but because of the hysteria, you couldn't remember who it was.

“Oh god, Y/n? I didn't recognize you, little one. Why are you sitting here all alone?” he smiled broadly as he sat down next to you on the bench, still holding the umbrella for you. “Your mom is looking for you, she's so worried. Her beloved girl is lost.”

You recognised this man. It was none other than William Afton. One of your father's friends, he often came to visit you, and your family also visited him. You were embarrassed by ignoring his questions because you didn't know what to respond. He's been staring at your face the whole time.

“Come on, princess, I see how cold you are.” with these words, he took off his jacket, putting it on your shoulders. “I understand how hard it is for you, honey.”

You haven't received so many nicknames from any men for all your 17 years of life. Never, not once. His voice at some point began to seem more comfortable and soothing. Because of all the surging emotions, you burst into tears again in front of him, no longer hiding your face. William, not wasting a minute, threw umbrella and took you in his arms, so that your face was hidden in his chest. His cold hands stroked your hair, soothing you, calming you. It may have looked strange from out of context, but you really needed support in such hard moment.

“Don't cry, Y/n. You'll be fine, little one.” he talked and talked endlessly, but because of your own tears and sobs, you ignored everything, only burying your nose in his chest more.

“He's the owner of a pizzeria! Do you want to celebrate there? I'm sure he'll give us a discount in honor of such an event.” her smile never disappeared for a second. You were already beginning to doubt at how real her emotions were.

“Are you sure? We don't have much money anyway…”

“Never mind, I want you to finally have the best birthday, dear.” she winked and got up from the table, putting the plates and mugs in the sink.

Your lips curled at the thought of having to see William again.

#william afton smut #fnaf x reader #william afton x reader #steve raglan x reader #fnaf william afton #michael afton x reader #william afton imagines #fnaf x y/n

[unfinishedslurs]

stobin kidnapped- no upsidedown

Robin doesn’t know why she comes out to Steve Harrington of all people. 

It could be the drugs. It could be the way he’s been pretty good-natured about her ribbing all summer. It could be the fact that they’ve bonded, painfully and irreversibly, in the last 24 hours in a way she never has with anyone else and hopefully never will. It could be that she’s almost certainly going to die in this tiny, awful basement, and Steve fucking Harrington’s shitty homophobic spiel won’t matter because they’ll be dead. 

Tammy Thompson won’t matter, either. She’ll never, ever look at Robin now. Probably won’t even think about her as she cries over Steve Harrington’s tragic fate. 

“Have you ever been in love?”

They’re pressed back to back next to the hole that serves as their toilet, even if they’re not tied together that way anymore. Something about being able to see from all angles is comforting. No surprises. 

It also means she doesn’t have to see Steve’s face when he tells her how amazing this new girl is.

“Robin?” He asks when she doesn’t respond. “You OD on me?”

“I’m alive,” she confirms. Unfortunately. 

Nope, too soon to be making jokes about wishing she were dead when there’s a high possibility she ends up dead before she gets out of here. 

Steve’s presence leaves her back, and she almost panics before she realizes he’s scooting backwards until he can meet her eye. She scoots back until her back hits the wall, and he does the same. 

“This floor’s disgusting.” 

“Yeah, well, I’ve already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” he points out. “What do you think?”

“About?”

“This girl.” Why are his eyes so big? Is it the drugs in her system making her hallucinate again? Some great, cosmic consequence for being the kind of girl who can’t fall in love with this apparently amazing guy who protected her the best he could? She feels like she’s going to vomit again.

Eventually their singing dies down, and they exist in comfortable silence for a moment. 

It’s Steve who breaks it. “You know Jonathan Byers?”

“Didn’t he punch you and steal your girl?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I lied.”

“About what?”

“Only ever having been in love with Nancy.”

She blinks at him, squinting in concentration until he shifts uncomfortably and she gasps. “No,” she says. 

“‘No’ what?”

“You were not in love with Jonathan Byers.”

“Okay, yeah, I wasn’t in love with him,” he protests, squirming. “But, like, he’s cool, right?”

“No!” She exclaims. “No, he’s not cool, Steve. I can’t believe you made fun of me for Tammy, at least she didn’t give me a concussion!” 

“I deserved that concussion,” he protests. “Besides, it was a tiny one! That was, like, nothing compared to what Billy gave me.” Or the one he probably has right now, but neither of them point that out. 

“He stole your girlfriend.”

“Why do you keep saying that? There was no stealing anything. Nancy’s a human being, with, like, agency and shit.”

“Didn’t he take naked pictures of you guys?”

“What?” He sounds alarmed. “Is that what you heard?”

“Did he not?”

“Well…”

She laughs, disbelieving. 

“He apologized!” He says. “And he’ll never do it again, and I broke his camera for it anyway, so I kind of got retribution. Maybe too much retribution. I cannot overstate how much I deserved that beat down, I was an asshole to him.”

“God, you are not helping your case at all,” she giggles. He pouts at her, until he starts giggling too, and then they’re both laughing their asses off on the shitty basement floor until they lose their breath. 

They get lucky, she’s told while they’re in the hospital for smoke inhalation and a dozen other things. They were only in that basement for 24 hours until the police (re: Dustin and Erica) found them. It felt like a lifetime. 

She gets to sign out after six hours. Steve has to stay for two days. 

The nurses have to practically boot her out the door before she’ll leave his side. 

“I’m fine, Rob,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I’ve had worse.”

“I sure hope not!” The nurse exclaims as she’s checking over the monitor. “Young man, you are suffering from a Grade 3 concussion, bruised and broken ribs, smoke inhalation, multiple lacerations—“

“Jesus, okay, we get it!”

She gives him a scathing look before sweeping out of the room. Robin raises her eyebrows. “You’re fine, huh?”

The look he gives her could kill a lesser man. “Go home, Robin.”

“I’m staying the night.”

“You’re definitely not doing that.”

#stobin #no upside down #stobin kidnapped-no upsidedown au #steve harrington #robin buckley #sorry to jonathan for the slander i promise i love you #jonathan was steve's bisexual awakening truthing #stranger things fanfic #season 3 au

[yanyanderes]

The yandere self aware concept is so appealing to me

The guy's falling inlove with the person in another universe? Yes, that's amazing. But, when they're yandere? That's some good shit

Imagine Donnie is desperate for reader to be with them, to the point he builds a machine that's supposed to be impossible to build cause of all the multiverse stuff but hey, he IS in a cartoon world so it isn't that impossible

The reader's so confused when they get transported into the rottmnt world, trying to process the scenerio happening to them while the guy's are so happy to actually meet you! They can protect them properly now :)

Reader getting isolated in the guy's home isn't a far fetched idea. If it guarantees reader's safety, why not?

Hey, why're you trying to leave? We're keeping you safe here!

oooh man, this one’s an old one sent back in october.

sorry it took so long! didn’t have any ideas at the time, so i kinda let this sit in my drafts and forgot to get back to it-

but anyways, this one’s a long one, so i put it under the cut.

“…it actually…!”

“i know… genius… thank me later…”

“…alright? ….been unconscious for…”

“i’m sure… soon.”

the voices all blend together. they all seem so familiar… yet (y/n) isn’t able to pinpoint who they belong to, or where they’ve heard them from, especially when their ears are still ringing.

they groan, their head throbbing in agony. what… happened? one moment, they were watching some cartoons on their laptop, and then…

they manage to pry their eyes open, only to shield them again when a bright light practically blinds them.

the ringing doesn’t stop, but it dies down, allowing (y/n) to hear the voices more clearly. they crane their head to the side and see four figures. three stand off to the side, talking amongst themselves, while the fourth is right next to their aching figure.

as their vision clears, they can’t help but think… are they hallucinating? did they have a concussion? there’s no way this is actually happening…

the figure closest to them seems to finally realize they’ve woken up, judging by the way they call out to the others.

“guys! they’re awake!”

(y/n) tries to sit up, yet the moment they do, they clutch their head in agony, a yell escaping their throat as they curl into a ball.

“hey, hey, take it easy.“

a hand rubs circles on their back. the speaker’s voice sounded so concerned for their well-being… hang on. they know that voice- in fact, they know all their voices!

“it’s you-! ah!”

(y/n) turns their head quickly. maybe a bit too quickly, since the pain quickly gets worse and they clutch their head yet again.

“i just told you to take it easy! here, lay back down.”

large yet gentle hands rest on their shoulders, ushering them to rest. even so, (y/n) stays upright.

“i- i know you! i know all of you! you’re- no, there’s no way…”

do their eyes deceive them? the fuzziness in their eyes slowly dissipates, and-

no. no, they don’t. these are in fact four talking mutant turtles standing in front of them.

“there’s no way, no way! i’m dreaming, aren’t i?”

“no, this is no dream, we are all very much real.”

“but- you’re from a tv show! this- this is so weird.”

“you think that’s weird?! imagine being us! we’re just minding our business, testing out mystic weapons, when all of a sudden we hear cheering!”

what?

“not gonna lie, it was kinda creepy at first, but-“

“but you were so sweet, we couldn’t help but love it!”

mikey wraps his arms around (y/n) and pulls them into a hug, the sudden motion making them woozy yet again.

“you called us cool, you cried when we cried, you cheered us on!”

“you- you heard all that??”

“of course we did! and can i just say, you were absolutely adorable while you were gushing over us.”

it takes a moment for (y/n) to process all this information.

they wake up on a table with a throbbing headache… in one of their favorite cartoons… and now they’re being told the characters were watching them as well.

this is kinda cool, but mostly… really freaky. especially with the way they’re acting with them.

“i- um- thanks?”

(y/n) is admittedly really nervous talking to them face-to-face, especially after learning they had been listening to everything they said about them.

“i’m- it’s a pleasure to meet you, but… how am i here?”

“oh, you have me to thank for that! you see, with me being the genius i am, i managed to construct a machine that could transport you from your dimension into ours!”

he what.

“you… what?!”

“i know! incredible, isn’t it?”

“there’s a way to go back, right?”

“you wanna leave already?”

mikey’s excitement quickly dies hearing (y/n)’s words. he releases them from a hug, and they can see the panicked, almost frantic look in his eyes.

“i mean, it’s really nice meeting you all, i just… have a lot of business to catch up on in my world, and i’d like to get back as soon as possible.”

“but- but- there’s so much we still have to do!”

“and you said you loved us, didn’t you? every time you showed up, you’d be all over us!”

“i know, i just-“

their eyes dart to donnie, hoping he would butt in to help their case. donnie and leo give a quick glance at each other, with leo giving donnie a small nod.

“of course. we understand, pulling you from your dimension and forcing you into ours was wrong, and we apologize. we’ll get to work immediately to rectify our mistake.”

(y/n) lets out a relieved sigh, happy to hear they would be going home soon. though, was it just them, or was donnie acting a bit… off?

they had little time to think on it when mikey’s grip on them returns, this time nearly crushing their ribs.

“donnie, what’re you doing?! they can’t leave yet! raph, tell them they can’t leave yet!”

(y/n)’s gaze flickers over to donnie, who was currently working with the machine that had brought them there. however, they can’t help but worry for the strange noises that emit from the machine…

raph is quick to distract them by stepping in the way, blocking donnie from their field of vision. no matter how they crane their neck, raph seems determined to stay in their sights.

“before you go, why don’t you rest a bit? donnie said something about headaches, are you alright? need me to get you anything? drinks? food? pillows?”

“you can have all the drinks, food, and pillows you want if you stay!”

“but i can’t, i have a life to live! family to take care of, friends to visit, a home to go back to-!”

“this can be your new home!”

the desperation in mikey’s voice only gets more noticeable as he talks more and more.

“we’ll love you, we’ll take care of you! you won’t have to worry about visiting anyone! we’ll give you everything you want!”

by this point, (y/n) had started struggling to get out of mikey’s death grip. what is up with these guys?? they never acted like this in the show!

“i already told you, i can’t-!”

BOOM

they’re interrupted by an explosion off to the side. no. no, this isn’t happening. raph steps out of the way and, to (y/n)’s horror, reveals the completely obliterated machinery that was supposed to bring them home.

“oh dear! it looks like my invention has spontaneously combusted! what in the world could have caused such an unfortunate event?”

(y/n)’s knows that tone of voice. the almost robotic way of speaking donnie uses only when he’s trying to lie. he did this on purpose.

“ahh, such a shame.”

leo doesn’t even try to hide his lack of concern, given his relaxed- almost pleased- expression, and the way he wraps an arm around (y/n)’s shoulders.

“how long will it take to fix that thing?”

“if we’re lucky, perhaps a year.”

those monsters.

“oh well. hey, don’t worry about it! you’ll love it here!”

liars.

“we’ve been getting ready for this day for weeks! we’ve got a room just for you, with all your favorite snacks, and a bunch of games and movies we think you’ll enjoy!”

psychopaths.

“don’t worry, (y/n)! we’ll take care of you. we promise.”

‘take me home’.

didn’t know how to end this-

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere raph #yandere leo #yandere donnie #yandere mikey #yandere #yan-asks

[puppetmaster13u]

Ah damn- lemme rewrite it then:

A bit ago I had a thought and I just wanted to know your opinion on it-

So, there’s two worlds; one, a typical Batman ‘verse with no powers and just a bunch of vigilantes. And two, a world where the batfamily is just flat out non-human Cryptids. Just a bunch of shadow demons who feed on fear and have not even a drop of humanity in them.

Now, here’s where the thought comes in: A Robin from the normal verse (Probably Jason or Tim since I adore both of ‘em) gets somehow shot into the Cryptid verse and now has to deal with a giant shadow demon in the shape of their dad cooing over them like they’re his kid.

Ohohoho

Cryptid Batman is just... staring down at the costumed child (who is probably hurt, let's be honest it is the batfam) bemusedly for a solid few seconds. Just, takes a minute before registering the feeling of otherness around the kid- not like their otherness, but something other all the same. Goes from bemused to Gasp, a baby very quickly, even if he knows the kid is a human. Maybe that can be fixed- if they want to of course- but it's still a child and they're his child now.

Honestly if it's Tim he's probably a tiny bit concussed and trying not to fall asleep because uh, either he's hallucinating or there's some sort of eldritch shadow Batman crouched down cooing at him like a mama bird. Tries to get to the internet as soon as he can, to try and figure out what's going on. Very quickly realizes that he's either in another timeline, or a whole new world, which isn't exactly... great. Tim has had to deal with the most unhinged Batman, who just lost his son and is very much not mentally stable, and he is slightly panicking on what his Batman will do if he thinks he's dead or can't find him. Big cryptid Batman just gently holds because humans are so fragile, and this is baby so they're extra fragile.

If it's Jason, I'm almost tempted for it to be during or right after Ethiopia. A very much concussed and injured child who shadow Batman very gently scoops up and slightly panics while taking him to Alfred, because surely Alfred will know what to do? Maybe Jason wakes up still human, maybe he wakes up something... different. Either way he's a bit freaked out and confused to see Shadowy-Eldritch Batman (probably with the batkids koala-clinging to his back lol) staring unblinkingly down at him all excited he's awake and going to be okay.

Hell, maybe it's both of the boys and the dimension-yeeting has happened twice, first when Jason 'died' and then later with Tim. Who knows.

#cryptid batman #eldritch batman #cryptid batfam #answering ask #jason todd #tim drake #batman au #batfam #Honestly human Batman is probably tearing his world apart looking for his kid(s) #Robin #Red Robin #Red Hood #honestly need more Red Bros in my life lol #Batman is broody #He's brooding over any violent or injured child he finds

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: After a terrific win the team parties hard. When morning arrives Roy and Jamie wake up together, wearing nothing but matching silver bands on their left ring fingers. They somehow ended up fully married without having set foot in Vegas. Craziest thing is, they decide to stay married because they both want each other bad.

AHHHHHHH YEAAAAAHH—

Jamie wakes up slow in a hotel in a different city then the night before, not shocking considering it’s after a match. But the concerning part is there’s someone in bed with him.

He can feel their breath going across his back and more importantly he can feel where they fucked last night.

Not to assume genders but he’s assuming he’s in bed with a guy. Because one he’s pretty sure that’s beard burn and two he clearly bottomed.

Shit.

He slowly rolls over.

S h i t.

That’s Roy. Roy Kent. Roy Kent as in his fucking coach Roy Kent.

Fuck.

Shit he slept with Roy.

Oh my god he slept with Roy!

No not the time to have a party for all of young Jamie’s fantasies, this is fucking serious. Christ is Roy even into men?? What the hell happened last night??

Roy shuffles forward in his sleep, he tosses an arm across Jamie’s waist. Jamie could get used to this if it wasn’t so fucking insane.

He glances around for a phone to check and see if he missed anything. He catches his phone on the nightstand. He snags it and opens his texts with Colin. Safe choice.

MATEE WIALD THAT YOU N COACH DIDMARRUD LASYSNIFJT LUVE UUU SO PRUD

Well that’s a concerning text to have gotten at 2am.

He scrolls on to Sam.

V hapby 4u rem take slow in morn no need to go anyware fsst comgrats 🎉😭🎉

Jamie is officially freaking out what the fuck did they do last night. Clearly something big because of all the congratulations.

He glances over at Roy, he looks so peaceful. He hates to have to wake him but he knows it has to happen. He taps Roy’s shoulder. Nothing. He shakes Roy’s shoulder, he gets a grunt.

“Roy, mate wake up.”

Roy shakes his head shoving it into Jamie’s chest. Okay Jamie don’t freak. This is fine. It’s fine. It’s just because he’s hungover. “Roy wake up!”

He shoves Roy, “Christ what the fuck Jamie.”

Roy blinks at him, “Jamie?” “Yeah.” “Fuuuck.”

“So we uh clearly uhm-” “don’t say it.”

Oh so that’s how Roy feels about this. He doesn’t like Jamie. Last night was a fuck up of unimaginable quantities. God how is he going to look at Roy. Oh God he promised Phoebe he’d be at her game on Friday.

“Jamie stop fucking freaking out. You’re fucking hyperventilating”

Jamie inhales hard, he gasps in air he didn’t realize he was missing. At some point during his panic Roy had sat up against the head board with him, shoulder to shoulder knees touching. “You good now?”

God Jamie is never going to forget Roy’s morning voice. That’s going to be something he thinks about at night now. “Can I say something or are you going to freak more.”

Jamie nods, he darts his eyes to Roy’s face. Huh he doesn’t look angry. “Go ahead.”

“I think we got married.”

Okay well maybe Jamie got a concussion at the match last night, yeah definitely, he must be in a hospital and is having severe hallucinations. Great, his brain decided to really crush him with his most private fantasies. Maybe if he just rolls over and dies it’ll all be fine.

“Jamie.” Aw cute fake Roy has fluffy hair in the mornings. “Jamie?” Roy has some freckles how has he never noticed that before? “Jamie, breath please you’re scaring me.”

Fuck. “Married? Why the fuck do you think married fake Roy.”

Roy stares at him for a second, he reaches up and brushes the hair away from Jamie’s forehead. “Fake Roy?”

Jamie nods. “Only reasonable explanation. I have a concussion, my brain felt bad. Poof you are here and married to me.”

“That’s your brain wanted to make you feel better fantasy?”

“Mate I really don’t know but yeah it makes sense.”

Roy nods, he then proceeds to reach his left hand over and pick up Jamie’s left hand. “Matching rings Jamie, pretty sure those aren’t fake. And anyways you didn’t get a concussion last night.”

“CHRIST SO I FORCED YOU TO MARRY ME??”

Roy laughs, at least that’s a good sign, he’s also still holding Jamie’s hand, that’s an confusing sign.

“Jamie when have you ever been able to force me to do anything?”

“Bikes. Meetings with Phoebe. Dinners out. Casual drinking at your house. I make you cook for me and-”

Roy cuts him off. “You’ve never forced me to anything in your life Jamie, I’ve never done anything with you I never wanted to do.” Jamie starts to speak but Roy squeezes his hand, “yes last night included.”

Jamie feels himself go a nice pink. “What about the marriage thing.”

“I mean we could just leave it and actually fucking date. If you are comfortable uh with um that.”

Jamie blinks, he’s never seen Roy look that unsure.

Roy Kent wants to be married to him. Jamie Kent.

Woah, getting a bit ahead of himself there.

Fuck it here goes nothing.

He shoves the sheet off, throws a leg over Roy’s waist and grabs his, holy shit, husbands face.

“You want me, you want this with me? I’ve liked you forever Roy I’m not letting you go.”

Roy smiles up at Jamie, he puts hands on Jamie’s hips rubbing his thumbs in the dips he finds there.

“Well I guess we’ve got forever to like each other then.”

Jamie let’s out a whoop, causing Roy to laugh again. He leans down and kisses his husband. Because hey like Sam said, they don’t have anywhere they need to be.

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie x roy #roy kent x jamie tartt #a bit cracky and I rambled at the end #thanks for the ask !! #absolutely love drunken marriage #royjamie #fluff

[bewitched-forest]

The Rebirth of Tim Drake - Ch 2

Tim gets turned into a halfa after an incident with a newly spawned Lazarus Pit, electricity, and Ra's Al Ghul. When he awakens, he finds himself in the Ghost Zone. Taken to fellow Halfa, Danny Fenton, he travels to Amity Park where he learns with the help of Danny and his friends just what he has become. And how being a Halfa has made him one of the most hunted beings in the world.  

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Tim wakes up in a strange ice cave, with a giant... is that a yeti?! Why is a yeti taking care of him?! What's going on?!

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When Tim awoke this time, he was met with fluff. Criminally soft, fluffy blankets. And warmth. Heavenly warmth. Tim groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. Within seconds, Tim heard the sound of a door opening.

His jaw dropped as a massive Yeti walked in through giant wooden doors. One arm seemed to be made of ice, though it moved like another limb. He was massive! Even bigger than the metal man from before.

The Yeti smiled when it noticed Tim. “You’re awake! Good. You narrowly avoided a concussion when Cujo crashed you into our snow banks earlier.”

Tim opened his mouth, trying to say words before closing it again. He repeated it a few times before finally saying something. “What?”

The yeti settled down in a chair next to the bed. “My name is Frostbite. Chief of the Far Frozen, in which you now reside. A few of my tribal members spotted you being dragged by Cujo, the green dog you might recall, before both of you crashed into the snow bank.”

Tim blinked. He was in shock. Or hallucinating. Something! “You’re a yeti.” Great. Super intelligent, Tim.

Frostbite simply laughed, strong and bellowing. It was surprisingly warm, in Tim’s opinion. “Yes I am. Apologies. I forgot you human ghosts would be unaware of my kind.”

Tim’s eyes widened. “Ghost?!”

Frostbite’s expression immediately sullies, staring at Tim intently. “Yes. You are a ghost, young one. Were you not aware?”

“What?! No! I- I can’t be dead! Where am I?! I demand to go home!” Tim threw off the sheets, throwing himself out of the bed onto his feet. He took all about one step before collapsing into the yeti’s arms.

“Oh dear. I’m afraid that is not possible, young one. I’m so sorry to inform you, but you are dead. You died and became a ghost.”

“No I can’t be dead! I was- I was fighting with my family. We were doing a job! I got hurt yeah but I- I didn’t die! I’m here aren’t I?!” Tim hurried out, trying to fight against the massive arms.

Frostbite grabbed him by his shoulders, looking into Tim’s face. “Listen for a moment, please. Listen for a heartbeat. Surely, in your panicked state, you would be able to hear it, wouldn’t you?”

Tim froze. Frostbite was right. He should hear a heartbeat right now. It should be pounded in his head, causing the veins in his forehead to pulse. But instead, Tim heard nothing.

Nothing.

Tim collapsed, eyes widened as tears poured. He… He had no heartbeat. He… He was dead. Tim barely noticed the giant arms wrapping around him, hugging him tightly as he sobbed.

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When Tim finally calmed down, he let himself be sat back in the bed by the yeti. He just felt numb, at that moment.

Absent-mindedly, Tim notices the yeti stepping away, before a fluffy blanket is dropped around his shoulders. The yeti steps back in front of him, wrapping the blanket around.

“I wish to give you a moment to grieve, little one, but I’m afraid we must talk about you being a ghost,” said Frostbite.

Tim blinked, looking up at Frostbite through his blurry eyes. “What?”

Frostbite frowned down at Tim. “You see, young one, when ghosts are made, they are inherently made with the knowledge they are dead. And of the powers they now possess. Considering you did not attempt to fly when you tried to get out of bed, nor seemed to notice your foot turning intangible and caused you to trip, it is of my belief you do not have this knowledge.”

Tim’s eyes widened. “What do you mean powers?!”

Frostbite hummed. “Ghosts have a number of powers. New ones, such as yourself, should only have access to the basics for now though. Invisibility, intangibility, and flight. You should develop more in the next few weeks, but those are the basic ones we all start with.”

Tim sat with the revelation, staring at Frostbite in shock. The yeti, thankfully, gave Tim a moment to process before he continued.

“Like I said, you should have this knowledge already. But you don’t. I do not know why, but I wish to help. We have a state of the art medical facility here in Far Frozen, and I would like to give you a check up to see if, maybe, we could discover the cause.”

Tim blinks. “Okay… Thank you. For trying to help.”

Frostbite smiled warmly. “Of course. Now, before we continue, what is your name? I never asked.”

“Oh. Tim. Tim Drake,” he replied. He probably shouldn’t be outing himself while actively in his Red Robin suit, even with its colors all out of whack, but Tim figured a Yeti probably wouldn’t recognize him.

“Well then, Tim. Let’s get you to the facility.” Tim yelped as the Yeti picked him up, not expecting it. Then, suddenly he dropped, hitting the floor. He groaned, sitting up and wincing at the pain. 

He yelped as he looked at himself. He looked different again! His colors were back to normal! 

“Well,” started Frostbite, causing him to look up, “I do believe I have my answer as to why you are unaware of your ghostliness.”

Tim balked. “What do you mean?”

“It appears I was wrong, before. About your death. It appears, young Tim, you have become something very unique. A halfa.”

“A halfa?”

Tim watches as Frostbite crouches down. “Yes, a halfa. It means you are half alive, half dead. Half human, half ghost.”

Tim opens his mouth before closing it again. “How?”

“That, I’m afraid, I do not know. The how and why halfas come to be largely unknown. In large part due to their rarity. Currently, there are only 4 halfas in existence, including you of course.”

Tim blinks. “Who are the others?”

“The Phantom siblings, as well as another named Plasmius. Plasmius is a horrid man, he will not help you. However, I’m sure the Great One, Danny Phantom, might provide you aid. I will send one of my brethren for him. In the meantime, let me teach you about your ghost half. What I can.”

Tim gulps, nodding. Honestly, it would probably be better right now to shut up and listen. After being helped up, Tim sits back down on the bed and listens as Frostbite tells him of where he is.

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Also sorry for the person who said they wanted me tag them! I really tried but tumblr just wasn’t giving me your profile to tag you. T^T

#the rebirth of tim drake #batman #danny phantom #batman x danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #tim drake #red robin #danny fenton #tim drake x danny fenton #red robin x danny phantom #halfa tim drake au #joker jr is canon #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff

[writer-in-theory]

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist

Ships Included: - Harringrove - Steddie - Mungrove - Harringroveson

Gen Fics: - Steve & Robin - Steve & The Party - Billy & El/Jane - Billy & Max

◇ NO. 1 — A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY (Steve Harrington & The Party) Adverse Effect | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn't supposed to happen"

Steve is the babysitter, he's meant to be taking care of everyone else so he'll do anything in his power to keep doing it.

◇ NO. 2 — NOWHERE TO RUN (Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove) Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Billy comes to a tough realization after graduation.

◇ NO. 3 — HAIR'S BREADTH FROM DEATH (Steddie, Implied Past Harringrove) Gun to Temple | "Say goodbye" | Impaled

Steve is apparently supposed to die in 24 hours, but there's so much left to say.

◇ NO. 4 — DEAD ON YOUR FEET (Harringrove) Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can't Pass Out

Steve notices the signs in Billy, and wonders how no one's ever noticed before.

◇ NO. 5 — EVERY WHUMPEE'S NEEDS (Steddie) Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

In which Steve doesn't want his bat-inflicted injuries to distract from the mission.

◇ NO. 6 — PROOF OF LIFE (Harringrove) Ransom Video | "I've got a pulse" | Screams from Across the Hall

After Starcourt, Steve wakes in a hospital and no one will tell him if Billy made it out.

◇ NO. 7 — THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER (Steddie) Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

When Eddie held that bottle up to his neck, it brought far too many memories to the surface for Steve.

◇ NO. 8 — EVERYTHING HURTS AND I'M DYING (Steddie) Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

After another concussion, Steve is pretty sure he's hallucinating. People can't come back from the dead, right?

◇ NO. 9 — THE VERY NOISY NIGHT (Steddie) Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

The night reminds them too much of what happened, so they decide to get through it together.

◇ NO. 10 — POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS (Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley) Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

What if the Russians had more time with Steve and Robin?

◇ NO. 11 — 911, WHAT'S YOUR EMERGENCY? (Billy Hargrove, Implied Harringrove) Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | makeshift splint

Billy thought he'd died in Starcourt, but he woke up alone in a strange version of the world he knew.

◇ NO. 12 — WHAT COULD GO WRONG? (Harringrove) Alt Prompt: Ringing Ears

Steve tried hard to keep it from him, but Billy finds out there have been lasting effects from all of the head trauma.

◇ NO. 13 — CAN'T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS (Harringrove) Fracture | Dislocation | "Are you here to break me out?"

Steve finds out about the lock on Billy's door. Good thing he's had plenty of practice sneaking into windows.

◇ NO. 14 — DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN (Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley)

Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | "I'll be right behind you"

When they confront Vecna again, Steve is determined to make sure they won’t lose. At any cost.

◇ NO. 15 — EMOTIONAL DAMAGE (Harringroveson) Lies | New Scars | Breathing Through the Pain

It's the first summer after it all, and the boys have new scars.

◇ NO. 16 — NO WAY OUT (Billy Hargrove, Implied Harringrove) Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs | "No one's coming"

Billy was aware when the mind flayer took control of him, too aware.

◇ NO. 17 — HANGING BY A THREAT (Harringrove) Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker

They’ve never had a positive interaction before, but when Steve notices Billy on the side of the road he knows there’s no other option but to stop.

◇ NO. 18 — LET'S BREAK THE ICE (Harringrove) "Just get it over with" | Treading Water | "Take my coat"

Steve has new migraine medication. He's also terrified of needles.

◇ NO. 19 — ENOUGH IS ENOUGH (Steddie) Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

Steve gets to Eddie in time to get the bats away, but now they have to get out of the Upside Down.

◇ NO. 20 — IT'S BEEN A LONG DAY (Harringrove) Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade

It's 1991 and Steve Harrington is celebrating the end of the cold war with a bottle of vodka Murray had sent them all when he gets a call about an American prisoner that had been returned.

◇ NO. 21 — FAMOUS LAST WORDS (Steddie) Coughing Up Blood | "You're safe now" | "Take me instead"

They say nothing is worse than the pain of coughing up flowers. Steve thinks loving without return wins.

◇ NO. 22 — PICK YOUR POISON (Harringrove, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Billy Hargrove & Eleven/Jane Hopper) Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

Dustin and El convince Steve and Billy to quit smoking together. Neither of them are happy about it.

◇ NO. 23 — AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE (Mungrove) Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | "Hold them down"

The lab knows something weird happened to Eddie and Billy when they were in the Upside Down, they're determined to find out why.

◇ NO. 24 — FIGHT, FLIGHT, OR FREEZE (Billy Hargrove & Max Mayfield) Blood Covered Hands | "I don't want to do this anymore" | Catatonic

Though Billy was reckless, he was the best driver Max ever knew. She never expected this.

◇ NO. 25 — SILENCE IS GOLDEN (Harringrove) Lost Voice | Duct Tape | "You better start talking"

When Steve can't speak after what the Russians did, the most unlikely of people are there to help.

◇ NO. 26 — NO ONE LEFT BEHIND (Harringrove) Separated | Rope Burns | "Why did you save me?"

Billy runs away from Neil, having to say goodbye to the one boy he's ever loved. Years later, Steve goes on a road trip with his nuggets.

◇ NO. 27 — PUSHED TO THE LIMIT (Billy Hargrove & Eleven/Jane Hopper) Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

When El pushes herself too hard, Billy is there to remind her to slow down.

◇ NO. 28 — IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG (Harringrove) Anger Born from Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

It's the worst call Billy has ever gotten when he’s told Steve is in the hospital.

◇ NO. 29 — WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME... (Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley) Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | "Better me than you"

Steve and Robin finally talk about what happened in the Russian base.

◇ NO. 30 — NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED (Steddie) Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | "Please don't touch me"

Steve was so worried about the Upside Down monsters he forgot how evil humans could be.

◇ NO. 31 — A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL (Harringrove) Comfort | Bedside Vigil | "You can rest now"

Billy and Steve get an apartment in California together, away from everything that had hurt them.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringroveson #whumptober

[hrodvitnon]

Alright, here's the grand return of the scenario that I first sent to you.

So, in what I'm doing here is this:

During the first encounter between Heise!Goji & MV!Goji as he's wrecking a city to cull the population, the latter doesn't know that there is another version of him nearby.

One thing I'll change is that Heisei Goji initially was reasonable & pretty sane when he's calm, so witnessing MV!Goji destroying a city with so many people with what looked to be extreme prejudice & bloodlust would be confusing if not frightening even to him. Despite regularly wrecking Tokyo back in his world, it was only done to teach the humans a lesson at who was really at the top, and never went as far as trying to exterminate them completely (letting most live due to evacuating). Essentially, as he approaches the hallucinating, paranoid, & crazed MV!Goji, his movements & mental thoughts are basically this:

Heisei!Goji: Hey now, it feels nice to unleash your frustration on a human city, but do you have to murder them all in the process? Just relax.

Of course, MV!Goji doesn't listen and continues to unleash his Genocide against humanity. Heisei!Goji gets closer, and just as he was about to call out and try to calm him down-

MV!Goji strikes first, and repeatedly claws & bashes in Heisei's head without even breaking stride, before dragging him into the city to use as a living bat to crush any unfortunate humans still trapped in the rubble of buildings.

Before Heisei could even react or process what had happened, MV!Goji delivers a brutal tail-whip at his head, knocking Heisei unconscious before swimming away to continue his purge of humanity.

For a long time, Heisei's body lays there, still and unmoving. Before long, MV!Goji's family make landfall & assess the damage MV inflicted on the city while silently mourning all the people he killed. Then, they take notice of Heisei, and become both sad & confused at the presence of a seemingly dead Titan that bore an uncanny resemblance to their mate/god...

Just as they are about to leave to save more people in other parts of the world.....Heisei wakes up.

He gets up much to their surprise, and as they start to ask questions, Heisei's completely silent as he finally acknowledged that MV!Goji had sideswiped and effortlessly knocked him on his ass without even trying, showing strength & skill that belied his size & apparent age. Mothra asks him where MV went, as he had taken a Hollow Earth entrance as he left, and now she could no longer sense him. Heisei quietly says he swam east (from his sense of smell), but in reality he swam west; Heisei deliberately throwing off the family so he could follow the trail of the King of this world...

In the lead-up to the fateful battle that changed the world forever...

Well, I certainly forgot that a Post-Abraxas Genocide Route concept even existed...

I hate to be nitpicky, but Heisei claims he knows where Goji is through scent and deliberately throws everyone off the trail for... some reason, but I choose to interpret this as Heisei got concussed to hell and back and doesn't actually know where MV!Goji is, and when Mothra finds out she's not going to be pleased.

Who dies this time? Place your bets!

#wagrilous 23

[moon3thereal]

I have a request with Nat x reader. It’s a party at the compound and nobody has ever seen Nat drunk but this night she was completely gone like blackout drunk. So you end up having to carry her to her room and take care of her but she accidentally admits her love for you, you end up sleeping on the armchair in the room and in the morning you wake up to a Nat that’s throwing up on the floor, at first she don’t remember shit but later during the day she remembered what she said and gets really flustered and embarrassed but it ends I fluff reader admits her love for Nat to

Title: Drunken Confessions

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: alcohol

a/n: thank you for the request! happy reading <3

1.4k

Everyone knew Tony Stark loved the glamour of his extravagant parties often threw in the Avengers tower. Everyone also knew that while everyone else got batshit drunk, the black widow never got even slightly tipsy after several rounds of drinking games when everyone else was drunk enough to strip to their undergarments and start pole dancing. She always only watched with a hint of amusement glinting in her emerald eyes

That led to the bet going on amongst the other Avengers, Tony threw in a solid 500 dollars to whoever got Natasha drunk while the others put in smaller amounts. Thor had been lurking around with a smug grin for a whole 5 minutes since the party had started, you had no doubt that he’d been up to no good and opted not to touch the alcohol at the bar for tonight.

Spotting a certain redhead, you sidled up to the bar in your new dress that you definitely haven’t bought to impress her and new heels that again, you definitely didn’t buy to awe her. “Someone put in effort for tonight’s party” Natasha said, dropping her gaze to your heels and all the way up until she met your eyes “trying to impress someone?” she winked teasingly. Damn it, were you that obvious “Steve maybe?” she pressed, seating yourself on one of the rotatable, red leather stools you laughed “I don’t swing that way”

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement “me neither” she said. You turned to look at her so quickly that you thought you may have given yourself whiplash “Then…You and Bruce?” you asked cautiously “there’s a reason that didn’t work out” she said, taking a sip of her martini and sending her glass a peculiar look “you’re new?” she asked the bartender “no ma’am I’ve been working here for three years” Natasha’s lips formed into a silent ‘oh’ and you stifled a laugh

After a few more glasses of alcohol, Natasha was clearly very drunk, the rest of the avengers who hadn’t seen Thor’s expression of obvious smugness had drunk the alcohol unknowingly too and Tony and Steve were challenging each other to a dance off. In their boxers. You watched with amusement and second-hand embarrassment. Meanwhile, the Russian that was the heart of all this chaos was standing across the room apparently having an argument with Clint about whether the walls are green or red. The walls are white. Then it suddenly clicked in your mind, the only alcohol that could get her so shockingly drunk, Asgardian liquor

Of course, why hadn’t you thought about it before. Thor was incredibly competitive even if he didn’t look it. You continued sitting aside from all the havoc erupting on the party floor taking tentative sips from the water you’d brought, keeping an eye on Natasha before she does something stupid. Normally that was her job, unbeknownst to you, Natasha always looked out for you during Tony’s parties, knowing your alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly high.

Glancing at the clock, you could see that it was almost 3 in the morning and the noises had died down and all the Avengers were splayed out on the couch only half awake, Natasha was half laid half seated on two bar stools barely keeping herself upright. Deciding that you really didn’t want her to fall off and give herself a concussion, you tugged at her sleeve “come on Nat, we’re going back to your bedroom” she smirked at you with her painted lips which were normally perfect but tonight, they were slightly smudged, you liked the look on her though

“Bedroom? Getting frisky already y/l/n?” you raised your eyebrows while helping her off the chair and draping your jacket around her shoulders “getting concerned about how drunk you are” you corrected. Natasha hummed and after a few steps let her head slump onto your shoulder, you were half supporting and half carrying her but you were glad she wasn’t sober right now because your heart was probably going a million miles a minute, her hair smelt so nice, her tresses were gently tickling your neck

Caught up in your thoughts you had to abruptly steer Natasha towards her bedroom before she walked directly into a wall. Practically dumping her onto the bed with a huff from the exertion of dragging her all the way back to her room, you pulled off her heels and hung up the jacket “I love y/n, don’t you think she’s just so pretty, she’s so smart too and how she fights, it’s soooo hot” she slurred and your cheeks heated up.

You were ready to dismiss it as a hallucination, you had feelings for the redhead, you’d been harboring them for a good 2 months because you thought they’d never be reciprocated. But Natasha turned to you “do you think she likes me too?” she asked “yeah, yeah I’m sure she does” you whispered. Natasha seemed to hear it, she sighed contentedly and let her eyes close. Making your way out of the room, you heard her say “stay” it was barely a whisper but you heard it and you could never refuse her

So you slumped onto her chair with your chin supported by the heel of your hand just appreciating how gorgeous she looked even blackout drunk, ginger hair all over the place and smudged makeup. It sounded creepy but you were really just taking the advantage of being able to stare at her now before she’s sober again tomorrow and your act of indifference had to come up again.

You didn’t know at what point you fell asleep but you woke up to Natasha rushing to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. Hastily pulling her hair back into a ponytail, you rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. She glanced up at you when she was done and flushed the toilet “why are you here?” she asked while rinsing her mouth in the sink and holding a hand to her head while wincing. You tried to hide your disappointment, last night it was the alcohol speaking, not her, it didn’t even make sense that she would remember it, really. “you couldn’t stay on your feet on your own, let alone walk back to your room, I wanted to make sure you were okay so I slept in that armchair” you gestured to the armchair at the corner of her room

“You didn’t have to do that” she said “but I’m glad you did, thank you” sending you a tired smile. You squeezed her shoulder “I’m gonna go make some breakfast you want some?” you asked at her doorway “please” she said while removing the makeup from the night before. You nodded and made your way to the kitchen

Once you step foot in the kitchen, you saw Thor with a triumphant smile on his face and the rest of the Avengers grumbling, you slapped a 50 dollar note on the table, shaking your head amusedly as you passed by. Thor’s grin widened further as he stuffed the money into his pocket. There were pancakes in the pan, courtesy of Wanda most probably. You put two each on separate plates, slathering Nutella on yours and drizzling syrup on Natasha’s. you made some coffee and poured out two mugs

When you came back to the table, Natasha was already seated wearing a hoodie, one of yours you realized with a skip of your heartbeat, and sweatpants. Setting the plate and mug of coffee in front of her, you took a seat and dug in.

It was only in the afternoon when you and Natasha were working on reports that her cheeks suddenly went pink and she stared at you with an expression of mortification. You frowned at her sudden distress and walked over to her “what’s wrong?” you asked, genuinely concerned. “last night, what I said, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t, I mean, I do feel that way, but if you don’t it’s completely understandable and I-” you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers, the feeling of her lips against yours was heavenly, they were soft and tasted like her vanilla and cherry chapstick.

“I love you too” you whispered slightly dazed from the fact that you’d just kissed Natasha and that she hadn’t pulled away “show me how much” she said and kissed you again.

Taglist: @phoenixofash @michelle-dsn @midgardianweasley

#natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha x reader #natasha fluff #natasha x y/n #black widow x reader #black widow fluff

[braceletofteeth]

SFH Ep. 10 39:25/39:26, Moonjo grabs Jongwoo's hand and *sees* the scalpel in it!!!

Is this where Jongwoo breaks from reality and thinks he killed Moonjo when Moonjo in reality took the scalpel from him? Or did Moonjo see it and let it be/succumb to Jongwoo killing him, because he wants to give Jongwoo even his own life?

[Because it really, to me looks like Moonjo got it away from himself safely. And then Jongwoo falls down and looks up, and Moonjo is //changed//.]

Thoughts?

(Also this is the hand with the teeth bracelet around his wrist).

Hey~

So... Not sure we're watching the show in the same servers... In my 39:25 timemark, what I get is this:

Here, Moonjo has an arm around Jongwoo's neck, and the other arm securing it in place. Jongwoo reaches for Moonjo's arms with his hands to free himself from Moonjo's grip unsuccessfully. He puts his right hand on Moonjo's hand, bringing the scalpel to Moonjo's line of vision. However, Moonjo is too focused on squeazing the life out of Jongwoo immobilizing him to notice what he is holding.

He does see it a moment later, though:

And there is no doubt he does, because of his reaction to it (his stunned “Uh?” as he stared at the scalpel).

Now, into the theories... Let me start by saying that, everything, from the moment Moonjo entered the 4th floor, to the second Jongwoo hit the ground and lost conscious by his side, is, at the very least... questionable. I want to believe some of it happened (their conversations), but it's more likely that none of it occured as it was shown. The only thing we can trust with distrust is Jongwoo's memories at the end of the episode (but he remembers both hallucination and fact, and they overlap each other... :D isn't it just great???). And, for that reason, it's really hard to pinpoint where exactly are the cracks between reality/delirium (hell, as far as we know, nothing that we saw after it started raining happened the way it was originally presented).

However, since we're already here, let's disregard all I just said for a moment, and work from the perspective 'the struggle was real, and Jongwoo really thought he saw Moonjo dying at the end of it.' Let's not worry about the plot holes that come with Jongwoo's memory for now. I'll just focus on the scene Moonjo dies. I liked that you emphasized how Moonjo changes after Jongwoo falls down. Jongwoo looks up and Moonjo is there, with his neck slashed... but, wait. When did that happen?

Jongwoo never touched Moonjo's neck with the scalpel. When Moonjo shoved Jongwoo, Jongwoo's hand was closer to Moonjo's face than to his neck:

If anything, Moonjo should have had a cut on his cheek, but I don't think it got close enough to his skin to cause even that.

Is it possible, then... That everything that happened after Jongwoo hit the ground didn't happen? Was it... wishful thinking mixed with the aftermath of a concussion? A dream? Did he pass out? Was he conscious but hallucinating?

If Jongwoo thought he was killing Moonjo as he choked himself, as exhibited in his flashbacks, he had to be awake for it, right...?

[Jieun was there to confirm this one... So he was awake. And, wow. Did the police and the paramedics find him in this state? Was it... intentional? Maybe not as Jongwoo's idea, but Moonjo's? He could have tranquilized Jongwoo (quite literally), but he let the paramedics do it. Maybe he was too busy at the time, misplacing evidence, planting his DNA, etc., but Jongwoo could have told them all kinds of things while he was like that... Perhaps Moonjo saw it as an advantage? They wouldn't treat Jongwoo like a criminal if they saw him like a disturbed victim from the start. If the self-defense plead didn't work, mental illness would save him. Anyone could tell he was not on his right mind when he was found; it was definitely written down in their reports as well. That's probably also the reason why Moonjo was so resolute in not letting Ms. Eom kill Jeonghwa (as she implicitly complained about over her last breath). Officer Soh knew the whole story—at least, the things Jongwoo had let her know. Her testimony would be of major importance, no matter the allegations. Jongwoo knew that too, when he called her. They never agreed on anything beforehand, but Moonjo and Jongwoo were working together that night... because Moonjo knew Jongwoo that well.]

Too many possibilities, too little certainties...

Personally, regarding the scalpel's destiny, I put my faith on Jongwoo's memory. The moment when he drops it to the ground. No one takes it from him, and it was no accident. He just... opens his hand, and releases it. I just like this scenario the best. Had it been caused by shock or... something else.

Thank you sharing your thoughts 💙💚🧡

See you o/

#answered #this one was a trip #strangers from hell #sorry if the screenshots look too dark :( I tried to brighten them up as much as I could without ruining them

[lisatelramor]

Kai Shin- 31. You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).

Sharing is Caring

Kaito, in general, had nothing to complain about his soulmate. In childhood years, he’d woken up with the expected cuts, scrapes, and bruises of his soulmate and thought nothing of it. Everyone shared injuries with their soulmate, and all children were accident prone to some extent. If anything, he felt kind of bad for his soulmate because Kaito tended to be rougher on his body than not between his acrobatics and trying to learn more and more difficult illusions.

He broke his arm at one point and it was the guilty knowledge that somewhere someone was feeling the same pain and injury that kept him from doing anything quite so stupid again. So really, he was the lucky one in most cases. His soulmate tended to get bruises on his feet and legs a lot, so he could guess that they were probably in a sport after some point. The thing with soulmate injuries, though, was that they were reflections of the real thing. Not quite so bad. This was important for a few reasons, not the least because sometimes injuries could be fatal. For example, his parents were soulmates and his father had died horribly. His mother’d lived through it, ended up scarred and in a coma for a week, but she’d lived.

Kaito had thought everything through very carefully when he picked up Kid’s mantle before deciding he would risk his life and his soulmate’s heath. That was the thing—it was never just your own body on the line. But there were things that were more important than someone he’d never met, even if that someone was his soulmate. Besides, the older they got, the weirder the reflected injuries started to be. Kaito woke up one morning with bruises ringing his neck and could conclude that someone had tried to strangle his soulmate at some point in the night. Another time, he’d gotten a reflected stab wound, so clearly his soulmate wasn’t living a terribly safe life either. He’d do his best not to get injured of die, and he could only hope that would be enough for his other half, wherever they were.

So he did feel kind of bad the time he broke his leg. Or the bruise-and-cut from the gem in his pocket blocking a bullet. Or—you know he got injured a lot, and the bumps on his head and minor bruising from tussles with Aoko were honestly the least of it so he couldn’t be too angry when his soulmate ran into more trouble than he could handle.

Kaito kind of felt like he was dying, like his body was boiling from the inside out, and if it hurt that bad to him, he could only imagine how bad it had to be first-hand. Shit, soulmate, who’d you piss off? Were they being broiled alive? Poisoned? Exposed to some horrific radiation, what?? It felt like he was having a heart attack on top of that and Kaito’s one saving grace was that this was happening when he was at home, not out on a heist or hanging out with Aoko. It was likely this wouldn’t kill him, but oh did it feel like it was going to. What was the problem with bonds? Going into shock? The pain went on and on and Kaito could almost swear he was steaming, but if he was having a high enough body temperature to do that then he’d be dead from brain damage so that was probably just a pain-based hallucination.

By the time it finally stopped—oh hey it could stop, and not with the kind of horrible abruptness of a soulmate dying, holy shit the person lived through this—his head was aching with a minor concussion (he knew what those felt like intimately, thanks) and the tingling ache of having had every nerve ending on fire.

Kaito groaned, tried to do a body check. He had all his limbs? He wasn’t bleeding out? No, there hadn’t been any bleeding wounds except maybe a cut on his head from whatever blunt-force trauma started that shit show. His fingers clenched in his bedroom carpet (because he’d collapsed to the floor before he could get to the bed) and his head spun a little as he sat up.

Everything felt a bit off but it took a minute to figure out why.

Kaito looked down at his body. His younger, child body. “What the fuck.”

A glance in the mirror showed that he looked like he was somewhere between ten and twelve again, which made absolutely no sense, and he’d been spelled by a witch once. What the hell?

Somewhere, his soulmate had to be even younger. Because this was only a reflected amount of damage.

Kaito took back every moment of guilt he ever felt about any injury ever. His soulmate took the cake on this one. How the heck was he going to manage like this?!

#detective conan #magic kaito #soulmates #kaishin #fanfiction #my writing #don't expect me to update anything for months after december is over #these short fics are 6 mos of backlog for my writer's block poking prompt list #if anyone wants to write a full story with this concept #please do

[buckttommy]

How do you think buck and eddie meet in the twd universe? If they haven't yet

I was actually just thinking about that this morning. In my head, this is how it goes:

Buck's story starts with him looking for his sister. He hasn't seen Maddie since he was a teenager, when her asshole boyfriend Doug took her away, but when the outbreak hits, finding her became his first (only) priority. By all right, he should have gone looking for her years ago, especially when his Christmas cards went unanswered for years in a row, but there's no better time like the present. Besides, if he doesn't find Maddie, Buck doesn't have anyone. Their parents are already dead -- he was on the phone with them when it happened, and his mother screaming his name in terror right before her voice was silenced is the only time he's ever heard her say his name with any sort of feeling other than dismay.

So finding Maddie. It's not a choice so much as it is a necessity on multiple levels.

Buck makes his way across the US, at first in his jeep, and then on foot. He was in Mexico when the outbreak hit, and since losing his Jeep, he's kept himself alive by sleeping in old school buses, joining random caravans and travelling with different groups for a while, and scavenging like a homeless dog (though, he supposes, they're all homeless dogs these days). Anyway, he's walking along a cliffside, overheated, dehydrated, and starving, when he passes his out. Only for a second, but long enough for him to lose his balance and go tumbling down the cliffside. He ends up with a compound fracture in his shin, fractured ribs, a nasty concussion, and a laceration across his thigh that's nicked his femoral artery.

It's the laceration that's the most concerning, mostly because human beings are incapable of bleeding that much and living to tell the tale about it. So he's pretty sure he's dying, is the thing, and there's a kind of irony to that. Managed to come this far only to get taken out by a little scratch to the leg, and he wants to laugh, but nothing's funny, not really. Because Maddie's still out there, and if he dies, he will have failed her again. But there are walkers drawing near, attracted by the scent of his blood and the distinct sense of prey he gives off. He's fading in and out of consciousness, but he's pretty sure he counts four, five? He lost his gun somewhere in the fall so he can't even put himself out of his misery before they get to him. Whatever, maybe he'll be lucky and the blood loss will kill him before they get to him.

Blood loss. That's the only reason Buck can think of for why he's hallucinating a gorgeous man and a little boy hovering overtop of him. It's a... weirdly specific hallucination, he's not gonna lie, mainly because the man looks like every wet dream he's ever had. But it only gets weird because he could swear there are little hands tying a tourniquet around his leg, as the man singlehandedly takes down... way more than five walkers. What is that? 8? Definitely hallucinating. Buck lets the blood loss take him.

He wakes up in a warm cabin under several blankets with his wrist handcuffed to a bedpost (not in the fun way) and a gun pointed at his head.

"Am I dead?" he asks because the hot guy from his hallucination is right there and Buck is starting to think he's either in hell, or he somehow miraculously made it out alive.

"Nope," the guy says, "But I can change that in an instant."

He's talking quietly and Buck looks over his shoulder and sees why; the kid, the little boy from earlier, is sleeping in a cabinet in the corner. The doors to the cabinet are open, but the man could easily kick out his foot and close them if he had to. Protection.

Only a father would think to protect his son like that.

"Oh." Buck's voice is slurred, garbled. He looks down at his leg which has been mended, his bone reset. "You fixed my leg."

"Yeah, well, lets hope I didn't waste my already limited supplies. Who are you?"

"Evan Buckley. Buck."

"Where's your tribe?"

"My what?"

"Your tribe," the guy snaps, then lowers his voice again. Not that it matters; the kid is knocked the fuck out. He doesn't hear a single thing. "Where is your group? Your people?"

"Oh." Buck blinks against the fog dragging down his eyelids. He's so tired. "I don't have anyone. 'S just me out here. All on my lonesome. Like a cowboy. Yeehaw."

Okay, so maybe he's a little delirious too. But the guy snorts and lowers his gun, so Buck will count that as a win, even though the half-smile fades in an instant.

"What are you doing out here, Buck? You're miles away from the main road."

"Walkers. Herd of 'em. Trying to find my sister."

"Your sister?" The guy raises an eyebrow. "Do you always offer this much information to total strangers or am I just special?"

Buck shrugs as best as he can with the handcuffs cinched around his wrist. "You asked, man."

"And you've never heard of lying?" The guy shakes his head, muttering something that sounds like how the fuck did this guy survive this long? and sighs. "Well, Evan Buckley, also known as Buck, lucky for you, not lying's just saved your life tonight. Turns out honesty is the best policy." The guy cuts his eyes toward the window. "The woods are going to be crawling with roamers at this hour, hence why we haven't lit a fire, but tomorrow morning, I want you out of here."

Buck forces his eyes open. The way the guy is talking... He looks around. This isn't just some place he and his kid are holing up for a few days; this looks like their base. There are backpacks resting in the corner, not within arm's reach like they would be if they were expecting to leave in a moment's notice. Discarded cans individually wrapped and double-bagged to keep any four-legged predators from catching the scent of food. A stack of children's books on the floor beside the cabinet.

"How long have you been here?"

"Long enough," the guy says sharply. "Too long for a stranger to go fucking it up now." The guy places his gun on his lap, fingering hovering over the trigger and scoots back so his back is against the wall. He sits in between Buck and his son, facing the chained up front door, ready to fire at anyone or anything that so much as thinks about stepping foot inside.

It's such a small thing, Buck knows, the protection more for the man's son than for himself but... just for tonight, he is protected--by a heavy chain, by a man with a gun who will kill anything that tries to cross the thresh hold. For tonight, he can breathe, just a tiny bit.

The realization brings tears to his eyes, but he doesn't cry. He's not even sure he remembers how, anyway.

"You know, usually, I get to know a person's name before I let them chain me up." Buck wiggles his wrist a little, letting the chain clink.

The man looks like he's seriously considering either rolling his eyes or kicking Buck out into the darkness. He rolls his eyes instead.

"Diaz. Eddie."

Eddie.

"Is that short for Eduardo or something?"

"No," he says flatly. "Shut up and go to sleep."

"Don't have to tell me twice," he mumbles.

Buck is asleep between one moment and the next, lulled for the first time in months into a dreamless rest by the tap of Eddie's thumb against his gun.

#SO THAT HAPPENED LOL #thanks anon! #twd au #jack answers mail

[ithehellisbucky]

forget me not

spencer reid x reader

Request: No

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, drowning, murder, drug mention, etc

Summary: You and Spencer don't realize you love each other until it's almost too late

Author's Note: First thing in like fucking forever, so yeah. This was originally a request and then I was at school and I couldn't look at my request so it was way off script, so I just did my own shit, this also takes place in the 5th season, in the middle just after hayley dies.

~

"The unsub is a white male between the ages of 35-45. His modus operandi is drowning in the great lakes, he's already struck Superior, Michigan, Ontario, and Huron, so we expect Lake Erie to be next." Hotch says, glancing at his phone every minute or so. It's his third case back since Hayley died, and he's picked up a habit of waiting to hear bad news.

"This unsub has recently developed a hallucinative disorder where every face he sees has an emotional connection. There were no discernable connections between his victims which leads us to believe that his mind is filling in the gaps at random." Reid says, gesturing abstractly at nothing at all in particular.

"This disorder was likely triggered by a recent brain injury connected to the Great Lakes so keep a lookout for any recent accident victims. He was very social until the accident, and after it he immediately became anti-social. He was probably in a relationship recently, but then broke it off, he is not married, but possibly has children, which he will not shy away from using in a hostage situation." Morgan exclaims as he leans against a desk.

"His victims are all over the place, so we advise everyone to be on high alert. There is no pattern to the murders, from a 51-year-old single mother of two to a 14-year-old on vacation." You pause and take a breath, looking back down at your notes. "Someone out there knows this man, so we implore you to tell as many people as possible, our Media Liaison Jennifer Jareau will be setting up a press conference, and it is very important to get this out to as many people as possible."

"Won't that just spook him more?" One of the sheriff's deputy says, with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes, but at this point, he will kill again no matter what, it's better to have the public be informed because he will take another victim, whether we find him during or after is up to us."

He nods, and looks down at his notepad, badly masking his disturbed grimace.

"Thank you and let us know if you have any leads," Hotch exclaims, closing the meeting.

You walk up to Spencer "I bet we're their favorite people right about now." You say, sipping on your coffee.

Reid avoids your eyes and continues to fidget with the chess piece that he probably stole from one of the officer's desks. "What's wrong Reid?"

"I dunno, I just have a really bad feeling about this one," He picks up his cane and walks away. When Spencer has enough he needs to walk away, and as long as he wasn't hurt that was fine with you.

"Reid, y/l/n, Garcia's got something." Morgan raps his knuckles on the doorway and calls you into a conference room. "Hey babygirl, what do ya got for us?" He exclaims, shifting the call to speakerphone.

"A luscious blonde mane and an intense yearning to hold you." Emily giggles a little bit and Garcia can probably feel Hotch's glare "oh come on Derek."

"Sorry baby, keep goin'."

"I have a name. One Larry Todd. 3 weeks ago he was in a boat accident in which he had a severe concussion and was unconscious for 3 days. He immediately broke up with his girlfriend Shelby, which she was very angry about, adieu to her Facebook page. His ex-wife reported that he missed his last two visitations with his daughter Amelia." She takes a pause "he owned a bait shop that's been closed since his boat was destroyed in the accident, and it's listed as his last residency.

"Fits our profile to a tee," Emily exclaims.

"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch says, hanging up the phone call. "Emily, JJ is in the conference so run out and let her know. Morgan and Rossi, go to the bait shop with SWAT, and Reid and y/l/n go to the ex-wife's house; Emily and I will stay here and see what else we can dig up."

Everyone goes their separate ways. The sheriff takes the driver's seat, with you in the shotgun seat and Spencer in the back. You can hear the clang his leg makes against his cane and his foot bouncing.

"I'll take the daughter, and you can have the ex-wife."

"Okay," responds Spencer.

The ex-wife Miranda opens the door sobbing when you knock on it. "Excuse me, ma'am, my name is Agent y/n y/l/n and this is my partner Dr. Spencer Reid, do you mind if we ask you and your daughter a few questions about your ex-husband?"

She continues to sob but lets you in. You look back to see the sheriff playing video games on his phone and you scoff.

Spencer sits down with the crying woman and you politely ask if you can speak to her daughter. She tells you yes and that Amelia is around back.

"Bye, Reid." You blow a kiss to Spencer and walk out the door, shaking a sinister nagging feeling itching at the back of your neck.

You walk across the pavement and open the gate to enter your unsub's former backyard. "Hi Amelia, my name is y/n, I'm a friend of your mommies."

Beginning to grow more suspicious, you pull out your gun and triple-check to make sure it's on safety. If Todd is there you know that he would be fine with sacrificing his daughter for his own goals and you wouldn't let that happen "Amelia? Is your daddy here."

"Boo!" A little girl with pigtails holding a stuffed rabbit jumps from behind the recycling bin and you chuckle, putting your gun away in your holster. "Did I scare you?"

"You sure did!" You laugh. "Wow, that's such a pretty bunny, where did you get it?"

"My daddy got it for me." She said, showing off her gap tooth.

"That's so cool! Do you remember what it was like when he gave it to you?" You kneel to be at eye level with the child.

"Yeah, he was super cuddly, now he's a little more pokey, but that's okay." She says, playing with the bunny ears.

"When did he get pokey, Amelia?" You hesitated, something was off "I just want your daddy to be cuddly again."

"A little bit ago. He used to tell me stories till I fell asleep eeeeeverynight, but then he stopped for a week and when he came back he was like a big lion."

You had a growing sense of paranoia budding in your spine, why was she telling you all this so fast? "What type of stories?"

"He used to tell me princess stories, but after he stopped for a week he talked all about ones about the scary lady who tried to take me away, but then he stopped her! And the boy who was being dangerous so he had to make sure that she didn't hurt me." She exclaimed absentmindedly.

You start to pull your phone out of your pocket until Amelia starts talking again "and just now, he was talking about the bad knight who tried to take me away."

Your jaw dropped and you tried to find the best course of action, but by the time your brain started working it was too late. He walked up behind you and whispered into your ear "Nighty-night."

And then everything was black

~~~

"Hey, mommy."

"Yes, sweetheart?" She quickly wiped the tears off of her face to turn to her daughter.

"Can I have ice cream?"

"Of course sweetheart" she gives me a small smile and gets up towards the kitchen. "Where's that nice agent that came here with Dr. Reid?"

"They weren't a nice agent, they were a bad, bad, bad knight, and they were trying to take me away, so daddy took them instead."

No.

Oh no.

No no no no no no no no.

Where were they? Where was y/n?

I pulled out my gun without a second thought and left my cane behind, I ran as fast as I could without it, and by the time I was in the backyard my knee was burning and they were gone.

~~~

You woke up halfway through the drive. The road switched from smooth the bumpy a million times over, and it smelled like bees. Not like honey, not like pollen, like bees. Just bees. It smelled nice, but you don't want to die smelling bees.

You wanted to move. Move your body, move your head, move your eyes, move anything, but you couldn't move. Nothing could move. There was a sweaty tv shirt shoved between your teeth. Your hands were bound with bristled rope and there was metal all around you and you were certain that this was the back of a van. At first, you thought there must be a blindfold over your eyes, and then you realized that they were just too tired to open.

There was an old country song playing over the radio, a love song about a family in a house. The truck stopped shaking and he pulled the ignition. A growing sense of dread filled your stomach as he walked around towards the back of the truck. He opened the door and you saw his face.

That could only mean one thing- you weren't leaving here alive.

~~~

Within minutes crime scene techs were on the scene, but I knew they wouldn't find anything useful. The only thing that was there was the absence of y/n and our distraught profile.

"They were right here, right here, they were- they were right here, right here." Hotch looked at me somberly, and Morgan rubbed my shoulder with sympathy.

"We need to update our profile," Emily said, there was no time to waste, "we know what this guy does to people, and if he would risk abducting an armed federal agent in front of his daughter there's no doubt they in danger."

"We know Emily," Everyone looks at me kind of funny like I've said something wrong, but at this point, I don't care what anyone thinks of me, "His reason for doing this was for his daughter, he took out anyone he saw as a threat, a motherly figure, someone who could be her older brother, anyone who was a threat and wanted to take Amelia away from him.

"His disorder is fairly undocumented, being exactly the opposite of prosopagnosia, where patients disassociate faces from their loved ones, causes him to feel emotions about people he's never seen before, and his subconscious is assigning meaning to them at random, picking up anyone shows the slightest twinge of distaste.

"y/n picked up more than a twinge, they were there to take his daughter away, so he likely believes they're the mastermind." Everyone looks at me and waits for me to say the thing we all know is coming "he's not going to kill them before they suffer."

As we hitched a ride back to the station my leg was bouncing like crazy and my fingers were tapping the numbers of pi into the leather of the car door. Emily put her hand on my shoulder but I couldn't feel her, y/n missing was the only thing I could feel.

"Garcia I need you to check if Larry Todd owns any vehicles large enough to hold a person, trunks, vans, trucks anything," Morgan says into his speakerphone once we get back to the station.

"Oh god it's true, he really has them?" I can hear the distraught coated thick on her voice "do you think they're in pain, do you think he-"

"Garcia we don't have time for this, does he or does he not have any vehicles in his name." I snapped, I could apologize later when y/n was in a hospital bed.

"No, but you know I'm never one to go to bed early, and it turns out his great uncle died a year and a half ago, but his van was pulled over and given a speeding ticket a few months ago, how much do you wanna bet that's our guy and not a psychopath's uncle."

"Thanks, Garcia," Rossi hangs up the phone and turns to one of the sheriff's deputies in the room, "put out an ATB on that van."

"Okay, I'm gonna go through the medical files again, see if there's anything I missed," Hotch catches my arm.

"There isn't, right now all we can do is wait and look." He pauses "we've sent out patrol cars to look for the van, go out with Morgan, and circle around Lake Erie."

"Hotch, what if- what if we don't find them, or we find them and it's too late, or we find-"

"Right now she's alive, you said it yourself, he's not gonna let her die so easy."

As disturbing as it is hearing that someone you love more than anything is being tortured, I found it strangely comforting. They're alive. They are alive. They are prepared. After Tobias took me they brought me to a CIA torture seminar, just on the off chance that anything happened, I wouldn't break again.

I stared out the window of the passenger side of the SUV. Morgan wasn't talking, he knew what I was feeling, because he felt it before, when it happened to me.

"We've got a report of the vehicle going down sunmist lane" the scanner jumps to life.

I had memorized the map the second we landed; "we're five minutes away" and then, quietly under my breath, I whispered, "I'm coming y/n."

~~~

He held your head underwater for the 7th or the fiftieth time. You can't remember. You can't remember. You can't remember anything other than the water under the dock filling my lungs.

"What do you want with my daughter?!" He screamed at you as he pulled you out again, You vomited up all the water that my body could muster. You didn't know he had a daughter.

You forgot everything you learned to do. You forgot to pretend it was affecting me, You forgot how to hold my breath, You forgot. You forgot everything.

Except for Spencer, Spencer's smile, Spencer holding you, Spencer missing you until that was gone too.

Everything went away but the water.

He kicked you back off the dock again, and for a second you gasped for air, and then you sank, nothing even mattered anyways.

The man pulled you out again and kicked you in the ribs; you felt something rip inside of you and you screamed as loud as you could, which was more like a whimper.

"Larry Todd put your hands up!" Two men came behind the man who drowned you, you couldn't remember them, but you could remember the rip in your ribs filling with water.

He shoved you back into the water and you didn't even try to fight this time, you just sank, feet after feet after feet of water. You didn't hold your breath, you didn't care.

A figure appeared above you, and you saw the angel. He had a shimmering brown halo and a beautiful bright face that looked terrified, just like an angel.

And then he pulled you up.

~~~

This might be heaven, but it might be hell. You can tell the room is white without opening your eyes. There's a steady beeping sound to your left and it smells like chlorine.

When you finally manage to open your eyes you wished you hadn't. All you see is lethargy around you.

JJ is drooling in her sleep while Emily is asleep on her shoulder, Garcia is snoring in the corner with her knitting in a pile next to her. Morgan and Rossi are nowhere to be seen, but you can't blame them, seeing people they love getting beat up over and over again never gets easier. You can hear the faint sounds of Hotch arguing with someone over the phone in the hallway.

But worst of all is Spencer. He's wide awake and his foot is tapping like crazy on the ground. There are deep and dark eye bags surrounding his eyes and hints at a beard forming on his face. His cane is tossed uncharacteristically on the ground, and he pays it no attention whatever.

You open your mouth to speak, but when you do a stabbing pain shoots through your diaphragm and you gasp. The second Spencer hears you he shoots up and kneels next to the bed, which must be no easy feat.

"Hey, how are you?" He strokes your hair as gently as he can.

You try to speak but no words come out.

"Do you want some water?" You nod, trying to not feel pathetic. The second the glass of water comes into your eye line you knock it out of his hand and it goes shattering onto the floor, waking everyone else in the room up.

You start to cry, feeling guilty and scared about why a glass of water could've terrified you so much. "Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a bunch of sand made into something you can drink out of, it's not a big deal, don't worry." That calms you down a little bit.

You look around to see the rest of the team cradled around you. "How are you feeling honey?" Garcia whispers as if speaking too loudly would mortally wound you.

You reach up and touch your throat, and it burns. There's more confusion, and then JJ is getting her hand cut on the glass she was cleaning, Garcia was whispering too loudly and Emily was touching your arm, and Hotch and Morgan and Rossi were walking in the room and Spencer was pushing a button on your bed and the monitor was beeping and then you were screaming.

Screaming so loudly, screaming in pain, screaming in fear, screaming in confusion, screaming because you were overwhelmed and sad and scared. "Everyone gets out," Spencer says, and everyone quickly does, he knows you best, and right now, everything was too much.

"Wh-what happened" you whisper, throat and lungs still hurting but since you had screamed the worst part was over.

"The unsub kidnapped you, and tried to drown you, your heart stopped in the ambulance, but they brought you back." You remembered "You had been dunked in the water and brought back up at least 15 times, not including when I brought you out.

"You needed 53 stitches and had a punctured lung when we found you." He pauses "You're safe now, we have him in custody and he can never hurt anyone ever again." You let out a breath that you didn't know you had been holding.

"I'm so sorry," You were crying "I forgot you, I'm so sorry. He made everything go away but the water I'm sorry that I forgot you."

"It's okay, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, you were trying to stay alive." He stroked your hair and held your hands gently "He tortured you, when Hankel tortured me all I could think about were the drugs and the pain, you didn't do anything wrong, you survived."

"I survived?"

"Yes."

"Can I tell you something?" You chuckled, your tears had stopped but it was still wet on your face.

"Anything."

"I thought you were an angel when you saved, and now I realize that you weren't my angel, it wasn't magic, and it wasn't godly." Spencer looks puzzled, and you paused to take a deep and painful breath "It was the fact that I am so deeply in love with you, that seeing you love me back felt like heaven.

Spencer stares at you, his mouth closed and his mouth on the floor "You don't have to say anything, just know that-"

His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence. For a moment you forget about the pain in your throat, the burn in your lungs, and the agony all over your body; it was just Spencer.

You pulled away for breath, your breaths dancing with each other.

"I was so scared" he whimpered in fear.

You stroked his hair gently "I was more terrified than I had ever been. I was so horrified that I would wake up tomorrow and my reason for living would be dead. I was more scared than I had been when I thought my dad killed a kid, I was more scared than when Hankel tortured me, I was more scared when I realized that I loved drugs more than my own life.

"You were the person that held my hand when I was hurting so bad I would forget to breathe, and then you weren't here because you were the person in pain and I realized that I loved you because nothing hurt me more than the fear that I could lose the one thing in the world that made me feel okay."

He takes a deep breath and looks at you as deeply in your eyes as you thought could ever be possible. "I love you too, and I promise you I'll never let you go."

His lips meet yours, and through a kiss, you whisper "I'll never forget you again"

And you knew that you had Spencer and everything is going to be okay.

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Funny, Crack and Humour Fics (Part 1)

I’ve been reading your johnlock fan fic recs for quite sometimes and it had been amazing!!

Can you suggest me some fics which are funny and smutty?or just fun to read?

(submitted by @eclecticcolordreamhairdo)

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jonlokfe asked: Hi Steph, do you have a fan fiction Johnlock humor? O partys with scotland yard?

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Hi Lovelies!

Ahh, I’ve gotten a lot of requests lately for funny fics, and I’ve decided to finally just update it. I did a list a LONG time ago, but just never updated it since then. So I guess that’s what I’m doing this time around!

Because I have SO MANY FICS that all the links disappeared, I’m going to release this list in 2 Parts: First half is today, and next weekend I’ll post up the other half of the list <3

So enjoy this week’s list: the shorter fics :)

FUNNY, CRACK, and HUMOUR FICS (Part 1)

See also: Funny and Fluffy Stories

This Kiss by suitesamba (T, 731 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Drunkenness, Angst, Stag Night) – Stag Night - back at 221B - in a world where Mrs. Hudson doesn’t interrupt the guessing game with the client. Part 1 of The “This” Series

Reunited by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 753 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Reunion) – Everything is falling right back into place, but it’s just a little too quick for John. One-shot, drabble, non-slash.

Cigarettes and Shampoo by laura0506 (T, 783 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John goes to the shops to meet someone he wasn’t supposed to.

Concussions And Good Old Fashioned Awkwardness by Belldere (K+, 894 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Hospitals, Mild John Whump, Misunderstandings, Platonic Relationship, Concussions, Not-Gay John, Possessive Sherlock) – When John lands himself in hospital… again, all he wants is to just get out of there as soon as possible, too bad his doctor has other ideas about where John may be getting his injuries. Good thing concussions make everything strangely funnier.

A Need To Know Basis by mattsloved1 (G, 934 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance) – As the cab door shut firmly, the DI had yelled out they were to make an appearance at Scotland Yard the next day. It was while John watched London pass by that it happened.

Tidying Up by mattsloved1 (K+, 951 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John comes home to a thoroughly cleaned flat. Or so it seems.

Realisation by Susie.Donym (K+, 957 w., 1 Ch. || Sally POV, Pre-Slash / Friendship, Humour) – It takes her a while but Sally finally makes a huge realisation.

Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Texting, Humour, Fluff, POV John, Cranky John) – A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.

My Unfortunately Average Sized Cranium by Haelia (K+, 996 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Headache, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Drug Use, Doctor John) – In which Sherlock has a migraine. ALMOST Johnlock. Not quite.

Secrets by 796116311389 (G, 1,084 w., 1 Ch. || Drunk Sherlock, Drunk Confessions, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Pining Sherlock) – “He is the best person in the world and sometimes I get sad because I’m not. Not his best person.”

Mizzle by MrsNoggin (K, 1,233 w., 1 Ch || Friendship, Fluff, Platonic Johnlock, Humour, Slice of Life) – John can’t decide if it’s raining or not. Sherlock doesn’t understand.

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

God Save The Queen by Alice Day (K+, 1,398 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Mystery, Friendship) – Sherlock has a new case. John is petrified. The Queen is amused.

Out on da pull by I-O-U-a-picture (T, 1,375 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship) – John going ‘out on da pull’ and getting so close to getting digits so many times but Sherlock just conveniently keeps turning up prattling on about eyeballs in the microwave…

Three Ways Sherlock Conformed to His Stereotype by Jennistar1 (K+, 1,445 w.,  1 Ch. || Humour, Cranky Sherlock) – “It’s a hat.” / Urge to roll eyes, quashed. “Yes. I can see that.” / “It’s called a deerstalker.”

You Should Have Let Me Sleep! by theraggedypond (T, 1,542 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Sleepy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Domestics) – After a three day case with no sleep and hardly any food, Sherlock is recovering from it by playing comatose. John finds out what happens when you wake up London’s favorite consulting detective.

Happy Birthday John by Starlight05 (K, 1,580 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, John’s Birthday, Shopping, 3rd Person POV John) – When an important date comes up, Sherlock finds himself doing something he never has before - shopping! But will he succeed and manage to get his best friend a present?

and yes I said yes I will Yes by Mithen (T, 1,662 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Est. Rel. Marriage Proposal) – Sherlock has deduced that John is going to propose to him, and he’s ready to accept. If only John would actually get around to it…

You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by johnsarmylady (T, 1,780 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Family, Introspection, Fluff, Post-ASIP) – Set the morning after a Study in Pink, John sits and contemplates Mycroft’s words.

In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, 1,835 w., 1 Ch. || Humour) – John’s BAMFness and Sherlock’s damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.

The Video Footage by bitchinblackframedglasses (K, 1,894 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Fluff, ASiB Missing Scene) – What exactly DID Lestrade film Sherlock doing in A Scandal in Belgravia? Sherlock wants to know, and John tells him.

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

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1,921 w., 1 Ch. || THoB, Friendship, Humor, Bed Sharing, Missing Scenes, Cranky John, Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Gen, but can be preslash.

Text Me When It’s Over by immaculately-flawed  (K+, 1,937 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Post-TRF, Texting, Sort-Of Pining Sherlock) – After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them… Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.

Cards by Caighlee (K+, 1,954 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Games) – Sherlock has been without a case for a few days and Molly’s suggested experiment - something with a pig head (ew) - is losing it’s appeal. Can John come up with something that’ll distract Sherlock for a bit longer? And how did John pull off that card trick? Sherlock’ll never know because a magician never tells a secret. Except maybe when faced with a smiling Consulting Detective.

The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1,955 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance, 5 and Ones, Fluff, Experiments, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

They’re Taking My Wisdom by whitchry9 (K+, 1,939 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Drugging, Dentists, Friendship, Anxious Sherlock, Humour) – Sherlock goes to the dentist. Of course, being Sherlock, things have to be complicated. Oh and drugs. They’re always fun.

Foresight by niffler09 (K, 2,015 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Holmes Brother Bickering) – It’s raining and neither John nor Sherlock have an umbrella so they huddle under Sherlock’s coat. And then Mycroft walks past and makes smartass remarks.

Caught in the Act – by Mycroft by ShirleyCarlton (E, 2,040 w., 1 Ch. || Unintended Voyeurism, Mycroft’s POV, Blow Job, Humour) – Mycroft had only planted the camera for Sherlock’s own good, simply to keep an eye on his little brother and make sure he was alright. He hadn’t quite meant to see his brother this content, however… Part 4 of Caught In The Act

Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, 2,073 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drinking Games) – In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.

Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, 2,107 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Texting, Bored/Cranky Sherlock) – In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?

The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John’s favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.

At Least Make It Interesting by amythedork (K, 2,140 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Angst) – “You’ve reached Sherlock Holmes. For the love of God, if you’re going to leave a message, at least make it an interesting one. If this is Mycroft, then piss off.” / A series of voicemails John left Sherlock throughout their time together.

The Case of the Missing Blogger by nicknack22 (K, 2,147 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Friendship, Worried / Anxious Sherlock) – Alternately titled, The Case of the Oblivious Consulting Detective. In which Sherlock comes out of his mind palace to discover John missing. 221B does not fair well as a result.

Spilt Milk by Erin Giles (K+, 2,222 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort) – John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.

A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Crafty Sherlock, Tiny Lace Panties / Lingerie, Domestics, Experiments, Oral, Masturbation) – “Why do you suppose he was doing that?” “Why do I suppose who was doing what?” “The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?“ Part 1 of The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes

Reunions, Rowdiness and Phone Calls by Jennistar1 (T, 2,348 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drunk John, Low-Key Pining Sherlock) – John goes on a school reunion and gets drunk. Sherlock solves some crimes and gets some interesting phone calls.

Work On Your Balance by speculate (K+, 2,448 w., 1 Ch. || Embarrassed Sherlock, “For A Case”, Skating, Fluff, Friendship, Humour) – In which John is actually pretty good at ice skating, Sherlock’s not and insists it’s all for a case , and Lestrade is pretty amused by it all.

Wintery Hell by Belldere (K+, 2,457 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship & Humour, Christmas) – With Sherlock being roped into spending Christmas with his family, John had his own Christmas all planned out with his other friends and family… That is until he’s extended a forceful invitation from Mycroft and an assumption from Sherlock who, once again, failed to notice John wasn’t in the room when he 'asked’.

Manipulation by sixbynine (K+, 2,566 w., 1 Ch. || Experimenting John, Reverse Psychology) – John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps.

Not Rocket Science by Nitrospira (T, 2,571 w., 1 Ch. || Drama, Humour) – Sherlock and John Watson are handcuffed to a bed while investigating a double homicide on the International Space Station. But Sherlock isn’t sure which is more tedious: a killer on the loose or John’s endless complaints.

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John’s bedroom is now a research library. It’s not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They’re friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it’s not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It’ll be fine.

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It’s because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

John’s Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, 2,646 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Romance, Humour) – Sherlock snoops through John’s drawers and finds something… unexpected.

BBCSH 'The Comfort of Company’ by tigersilver (T, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/Mary, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bed Sharing, Grumpy John, Touching, Clingy/Handsy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Fluff and Light Angst) – It’s a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.

Bored Games by patster223 (K+, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Cluedo / Board Games, Friendship, Humour) – Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.

Your love it feels so good by Hotaru_Tomoe (E, 2,843 w., 1 Ch. || Gay Club / Gay Bar, Lingerie, Stripping, Anal, Crossdressing, Strip Tease, First Time) – Sherlock is last at a quiz night and is forced by Anderson to perform in a gay stripclub. John must be with him, because he will have to record the performance. Sherlock takes the task very seriously. Part 20 of The English job

Tipsy by katkin (T, 2,781 w., 2 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drunk Sherlock) – "I love everyone in this room,” he announced proudly.“I know you do, buddy,” John replied “Which is why you’re going to clean this carpet in the morning. Because you’re a good friend.” “I am a good friend!” Sherlock agreed.

All in a Day by chappysmom (K+, 2,920 w., 1 Ch. || Kidnapping, Sherlock POV,  Humour, Light Angst, BAMF John) – Oddly enough, it seemed like this time, Sherlock had been kidnapped for no other reason than to pressure John. In other words, this had nothing to do with him. Really, this on top of the blow to the head was enough to make him dizzy.

33 by Indigo Blue.x (K+, 2,936 w., 1 Ch. || Humour) – “I haven’t made a zombie,” Sherlock says scathingly, which would be more convincing if there were not a zombie in the flat.

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 3,089 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss/Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, PWP, Friends to Lovers, Come as Lube, Come Marking) – …ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

The Sweetest Taste In The World by crossroads (G, 3,121 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff, Pining, Friends to Lovers) – The sweetest taste in the world is rarely ever the easiest to come by.

How to Court Your Blogger by PipMer (K+, 3,124 w., 1 Ch.  || Romance, Humour, Fluff) – Sherlock Holmes sets out to court his flatmate. Things might progress more rapidly if he would inform said flatmate of his intentions.

Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3,218 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Confessions, Physics, Texting, Christmas, Mind Palace, Sick Fic, Fluff, Humour, Holidays) - On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots.

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w.,1 Ch. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

Twas The Night by xox-hattii-xox (K+, 3,356 w., 1 Ch. || Humour & Friendship, Christmas, Domestics, Fluff) – Twas the night before Christmas…and Sherlock has had just about enough of the whole thing! 'Really, John, a Santa Hat’ Christmas in 221b, and Sherlock just wants it over with.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, 3,614 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Sharing Body Heat) – In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics

Doesn’t Follow Me Everywhere by Janec Shannon (T, 3,784 w., 1 Ch. || Humour and Friendship) – “He doesn’t follow me everywhere, you know.” Silly John, of course he does what with your penchant for getting kidnapped.

Paranoia by Ewebie (M, 3,789 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Drinking Games, Scotland Yard Gang, Jealous / Possessive Sherlock, Inappropriate Questions, Embarrassed John, Matchmakers) – John and Sherlock join the gang of Scotland Yard for a night of drinking, and it gets a bit personal and revealing.

Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E,  3,834 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Public Sex, Coming in Pants, Humour, Halloween, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.

Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, 3,897 w.,1 Ch. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Anal/Oral, Seduction, John in Charge, Pining Sherlock, John’s Penis, Bottomlock) – Sherlock is putting together an elaborate plan of seducing John. John grows tired of waiting and takes matters into his own hands.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock’s mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he’d rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

Tree Topper by May_Shepard (E, 4,017 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Tree, Christmas Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Smut, First Time, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John are celebrating Christmas the best way they know how–alone together, with booze. They’ve almost finished decorating their tree, but John is determined to find the best way to top it.

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe (T, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Beard, Fluff, Humour, Frustrated Sherlock, John Takes Care of Sherlock, Case Fic-ish, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock) – John has a beard. Sherlock has a panic attack.

Sherlock Holmes and the Mysterious Piercing by Lorelei_Lee (E, 4,130 w., 1 Ch. || Travelling, Sherlock is Loud, Secrets, Genital Piercing, First Time, Licking, Coming Nearly Untouched) – John discovers by chance that Sherlock has a piercing. To his surprise John can’t stop thinking about it…

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It’s John and Sherlock’s first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J’s Tumblr Ficlet Collection

The Care and Keeping of Your Mad Genius by Janieshi (T, 4,553 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG, Friendship, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Light Humour/Teasing, Alternating POV, Cranky Sherlock) – If he hadn’t been so focused on holding the bastard still, John would have laughed aloud. This maniac really thought John was the pet in this dynamic?

Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.

Carry On by Mazarin221b (M, 4,647 w., 1 Ch. || 5 and Ones, H/C, Afghanistan, Frottage, Hand Jobs, First Time, Drunk John, Hospitals, Humour, Soft Sex) – Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 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…

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