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kebba22194 · 3 years

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|‘Match made in hell’|

Pairing: Levi x reader

Genre: Fluff, SFW, Angst

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Erwin sets Levi to be your assistant, more like babysitter. You were protective and caring, but when Levi yelled at you, you backed off. What will he do?(sorry this is my first time writing a summary😅)

—Not gender specific—

“This pipsqueak is ‘humanity’s strongest’? Ha! Done make me laugh!” Said a new soldier on the survey corps. Levi didn’t really care, he didn’t mind showing them what he was capable of on the battle field later. He was about to walk away when you came along. You stood next to Levi, blade halting next to the other soldiers neck.

“Nock it off soldier.” Levi said holding onto your arm.

“This ‘pipsqueak’ could have you on your knees in less then a second, talk to him like that again and—”

“I said nock it off soldier.” Levi now had your blade in his hand and the look on his face was pure annoyance. The soldier took that opportunity to take off.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Levi said sternly.

“He should talk to you like that sir! And you shouldn’t let him!” You complained.

“Stable duty for a week.” You didn’t exactly mind stable duty but cleaning up shit was definitely not something to look forward to.

‘Erwin must think he’s a genius’ Levi thought. Erwin had you, a soldier who wasn’t afraid of any other, as Levi’s new assistant. ‘Match made in hell’, Levi thought, he’s used to others fearing him. You saw Levi more as a comrade then a boss if anything, sure you did what he asked you to but he didn’t usually walk away when you talked to him anymore.

All Levi could think about right now was how many mistakes you’ve made, it pissed him off the he had to deal with you. He decided to distract himself with some paperwork. The paperwork seemed to be going on forever, yet it seemed that he was missing some documents. Once he looked at the time it was 2:00. Levi walked over and snuggled right into his sheets, right when his head hit the pillow he was out.

“Levi, sir, you’re meeting is in 5, are you getting dressed sir?” You said on the opposite side of Levi’s door. Silence.

“Captain?” You knocked once more but no reply. Just silence.

“I’m coming in sir.” Opening the door you saw Levi happily sleeping on his plush covers. He looked so peaceful, how could you disturb him? You simply put the warm covers on top of him and waited outside of his door so no one would disturb him.

“Oh! Uh Y/n I need to grab Captain Levi, Erwin is asking for him in the meeting.” Jean said to you with Eren on his right.

“Sorry but he can’t come.” You replied

“...What?”

“He can’t come. He’s sleeping, he’s had a long night and deserves his rest.” Jean and Eren looked at each other. They both shrugged and waved goodbye.

(Two hours and 24 minutes later)

“Mm what damn time is it?” Levi groaned and rolled over to check the clock. It was 12:24.

“Shit!” Levi quickly got out of bed, realizing that he only had 6 minutes left for his meeting. He put his straps and boots on, grabbed his cape and ran out the door. While in a hurry he ran into your figure.

“Oh! Are you okay sir?” You said Turing around to face him.

“What the fuck cadet! Why didn’t you wake me for my meeting!” Levi yelled.

“Y-you were sleeping so peacefully sir.” You said, avoiding eye contact.

“Just leave me the fuck alone Cadet! You’re a shitty and useless little kid! You’re only job is to do what I say and you can’t even wake me up for a damn meeting, you even skipped it yourself?! Get your head out of your ass and be useful for once!” Levi yelled, annoyance all over his face. He was so focused on you, he didn’t notice Mikasa and Eren standing behind you. They must have been asking you to let them in. He stomps past you and rushes to the meeting room for the last 2 minutes.

Missing his meeting pissed him off. And made him want to beat you into the ground. He just wants to take a nice nap with maybe a nice cup of tea or—

Huh? What’s this? A tray of food is left in front of his door. It’s a nice breakfast plate with eggs, sausage,cereal, and a nice cup of tea next to it. He looked around before picking it up and walking into his room, silently thanking whoever did that for him, he was starving.

After his nice nap is was lunch time. He got to the dinning hall, everyone already there. Yet one cursed soul he didn’t see, was you. Not like he was looking for you or anything, he just wanted to sit on the opposite side of the dinning hall then you to avoid your pointless conversations with him. Sitting down he noticed some people giving him the stink eye. He honestly didn’t care. You know, come to think about it he never usually did see you at lunch. Guess he had nothing to worry about.

A week had passed and what Levi said to you spread like wildfire through the rest of the cadet corse. Levi honestly, could care less, he thinks you deserved that and at least you don’t try and talk to him or help him with stuff anymore, so at least he has that. Yet this little ache in his heart is driving him mad. Did he want you to stop talking to him and annoying him? Yes. Yes he did. Does he miss you’re presence? No. No of corse he doesn’t, he doesn’t care about anyone. Right? Sure having someone to talk to was nice I guess. And eating breakfast with someone maybe made him a little more happy then sitting alone. Shit. He missed you.

He felt alone again without you. Sure he still had Hanji and Erwin. But they never personally wanted to talk to him like you did. He honestly didn’t think you would back off that easily. His walls were slowly going up again. He missed you but he would never say that out loud. He was never one to show his emotions like that. He was just hoping you’d slowly fall back into his life. Yet when you didn’t, his grumpiness stared to deep out, but mostly at you. You pissed him off.

“What kind of shit job is this Cadet?” Levi said to you.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” You said looking at your feet.

“That’s no damn excuse!” Levi yelled right in your face. You and the other cadets were cleaning some part of the headquarters. All the others could do was just stare at you while you were getting yelled at. They were shocked that Levi was getting this mad about a scratch on a bookcase.

“You need to do better than this cadet!” Levi yelled. “Stop being so damn useless!” That was the last damn straw for the others.

“Are you kidding me, sir?” Eren said.

“Oh what? You got a problem Jeager?!” Levi said still pissed off.

“They’re not useless!” Connie blurted out.

“Yea, they aren’t.” Mikasa said tugging on her scarf. “And calling them useless is just going to bring back old memories for a day that they don’t want to remember.”

“Yea! You’re the one with YOUR head in YOUR ass!” Jean said.

“I agree sir!” Armin said, raising his hand in the air.

“Oh? And why is that huh?!” Levi said, looking like he was about to pop the vain in his forehead.

“You have no idea what they do for you!” Eren said.

“Exactly! You know who tends your horse when you don’t have time?!” Jean said sternly.

“It’s fine guys—“

“And who left you breakfast that day you yelled at them?” Eren called out.

“Or who steels your paperwork to work on it, so you won’t have so much of a load.” You look back at Mikasa in shock at how she knew you did that.

“You’re not very good at hiding it y/n.” She says, understanding your gaze.

“Or who cleans your office during lunch!” Historia said.

“And they protect you all the time! When people even remotely talk bad about you, they’re on it!” Connie says. Silence falls upon everyone, especially Levi. You avert your gaze when he looks at you.

“Everyone out.” Levi says. “Except y/n.”

While everyone was leaving you still refused to meet his fierce eyes.

“Y/n.” Levi sounded like he was on then verge of tears. “... I’m sorry.”

You’re eyes grow wide and your gaze finally meets his. Sadness was all over his face and your body moved without having a chance to think(ahhh Deku vibes🥺), you hugged him. When your warmth aborbs him, he flinched. Hes not used to neing hugged or touched like this. Yet hes never known how much he needed this until now. He wraped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your sholder. Minutes had gone past, which wasnt enough for Levi. When your tried to pull away he held you tighter, silently telling you to never let go.

Months had pased and your relationship had blossomed since that hug, you two are dating and you make him so happy. He just cant get enough of you. Outside the confinment of your shared bedroom walks he has to resist the urge to pull you in for either a kiss, cuddle, or hug. He doesnt want his comrads thinking hes going easy you just because you two are dating. But when you two are along and sometimes even when youre sitting in the dinning hall, hes all over you. If hes sitting at his desk doing paperwork? Lap. If your making him breakfast? He has his arms raped around your waist and face buried in the back of your neck. Hes cleaning? Piggy back ride. Sitting next to eachother in the dinning hall? Either lap or hes holding your hand. He never knew he was this touch starved. Hes a little embarrassed about it but late at night you reashure him of everything while having a nice warm cuddle.

Please do not re post my work💞

#levi x you #levi x reader #anime #attack on titan #angst #levi fluff

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Do you have any fanficions that are very science-y, if that makes any sense? Like, focused on scientific things, in the writing style or actual experiments incorporated into the story itself? I hope I'm making sense

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh yeah, though a lot of the fics I read have it deep in the fic, lol. BUT!!!! Guess what?? Your ask is the lucky one that spawns a new list I’ve been waiting forever to post the next part for a tonne of new fics, LOL!

As always, gang, if you have a fic more tuned to what Nonny is ACTUALLY looking for, please add them here, LOL. Pt. 1 will have a lot more of what you’re looking for Nonny, since there’s a lot of my FFNet recs on that one, but both lists have great recs!! <3

IT’S AN EXPERIMENT! Pt. 3

See also:

It’s An Experiment!

It’s An Experiment! (Pt. 2)

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.

A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., 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

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.

Undercurrents by entanglednow (E, 2,996 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Disturbing Things, Crime Scene Fetish, Pseudo-Necrophilia, PWP, Masturbation) – “There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak."

John's Missing Wednesday by PipMer (K+, 2,999 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Pre-TSo3, Non-Con Drugged John, Friendship, Experiment) – "Now John I'd poison. ... Sloppy eater – dead easy. I've given him chemicals and compounds that way, he's never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn't have a clue." – The Sign of Three. This is the story of that missing Wednesday.

Museums and Laboratories by RhododendronPonticum (T, 3,004 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, Obsessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety/Panic Attack, Separation Anxiety, Doctor John, Co-Dependent Sherlock) – If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum.

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.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Experiment by Gwen's Blue Box (K+, 4,222 w., 3 Ch. || Non-Con Drugging, Hurt Comfort, Friendship) – Of course John has always known about his flatmate’s irregular sleeping habits, especially when they’re on a case. This time, however, the case is taking longer and longer, and soon John starts to worry. But there’s not much he can do, is there? Because drugging Sherlock isn’t an option. Not yet, maybe, but will it be soon? {{CW: John drugs Sherlock without his consent}}

Survival Strategies for the Domesticated British Butthole by Atiki (E, 6,183 w., 1 Ch. || Crack, Rimming, Anal Sex, Iced Lolly, Hair Removal, Depilation) – In which there’s a rimming disaster, Sherlock depilates his butt, everything goes very, very wrong and groceries are mistreated. This fic contains hair removal creme in a butthole, ice lollies in a butthole and John Watson's penis in a butthole. You have been warned.

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

Speak My Language by Itsallfine (T, 7,479 w., 4 Ch. || Thanksgiving, Love Languages, Love Confessions, First Kiss, John Experiments in Sherlock) – When Mrs. Hudson introduces John and Sherlock to the concept of the five love languages, Sherlock descends into a dark mood and John’s curiosity gets the better of him. What is Sherlock’s love language, and why does the whole concept set him so on edge? Part 1 of A Holiday Triptych

Made for You by Raxicoricofallapatorious (K, 8,440 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Sci-Fi, Androids) – When John was shot in the shoulder he was decommissioned and his memory and personality was wiped. Sherlock was given the blank droid and he quickly learns that this droid is more than it seems. John just so happened to come back and no one can fathom how or why. Johnlock if you squint.

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock's study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn't entirely mind.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

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

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

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

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

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #it's an experiment #Anonymous #fic rec sunday

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aftgficrec · 3 years

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fic were NEIL GETS REAL PISSED AT JACK LIKE BEATS HIM UP!!!!!!!!

Ahhh, Jack. How we love to hate him. - A

Unless otherwise noted, it’s Neil hitting Jack in these previous recs

In our Jack & Sheena being assholes ask: ‘Even the Darkest Night Will End’ (Andrew snaps), ‘An Olive Branch’ (Aaron punches him, Neil brings out Nathaniel), and ‘The Andreil escapades’ (Andrew and Neil)

‘As Normal As Normal Can Be (For Them)’ here

‘nothing is forever (so let’s do this again)’ here

‘The Days That Followed’ here

‘and i will burn the people who hurt you the worst’ here

‘timed out,’ ‘I don’t want your pity…,’ and ‘I’ve never killed anyone before’ here

‘A Good Place to Bury the Body’ here

‘The Secret Lives of Neil Josten’ here

‘Giving Up Sound’ here

‘Stay’ and ‘I can breathe again’ here (Matt and Andrew)

‘AFTG/TFC minifics...Chapter 85’ and ‘Tumblr Headcanons...chapters 8 and 9’ here

‘never quite silenced’ here

‘A Lesson in Messing with the Messed’ here (Neil doesn’t need fists)

‘Aaron Minyard Vs. Calculus’ here (Aaron and Neil)

‘aaron & neil talking after aaron’s trial’ here (Aaron)

‘Me and You series’ here

‘a freshman catches on to Neil and Kevin…’ here (Andrew)

there’s justice Andrew style with locking down the goal at practice and vicious aim when returning balls in chapter 8 of ‘Trust Fall (And Welcoming Arms)’ here and in ‘The F Word’ here

in ‘Lessons in Cartography’ here Jack is horrible throughout and has a confrontation with Neil in chapters 4-7, with Aaron in 17, and by the last third of the fic Andrew’s had it and violently hurts, threatens, and bullies Jack causing a breakdown and hospitalization — major trigger warnings are detailed in our post

Matt and Andrew both have a go at Jack in ‘The first Thanksgiving after the disaster…’ here

‘Another Minyard’ here (Matt punches him in chapter 10)

‘Fox Hunt’ here (everyone’s over Jack but it’s a fellow freshmen who breaks first)

you’ve been locked in here forever (and you just can’t say goodbye) by coiledrage [Rated T, 4849 Words, Incomplete, Updated Nov 2020]

it’s pretty difficult to figure yourself out when you’re not alone in your own head

or, neil josten has d.i.d.

tw: violence, tw: did, tw: multiple personality disorder

Manic Andrew by poly_pr1nce [Rated M, 15218 Words, Incomplete, Last Updated 2018]

Andrew's mania returns

tw: mania, tw: dissociation

Runaway Train by raewrites98 [Rated T, 2945 Words, Complete, AFTG Valentine’s Exchange 2020]

It's Neil's last semester at PSU and he's barely hanging on. All of his Foxes are gone, he doesn't know how to be a good captain, and, honestly, he misses Andrew like crazy.

(It also just so happens to be Valentine's day.)

tw: blood

Bonus: Aaron being protective of Nicky

Aaron loses his shit prompt fill by @willowbird [Tumblr Fic, 2020] (on ao3 here)

“Jesus fucking Christ. That was the most pathetic excuse of teamwork I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life, and this is my sixth year coaching this fucks-forsaken team.”

tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: triggering language, tw: bullying, tw: alcohol, tw: violence, tw: blood

Art

Neil kicks Jack’s ass art by @funkyvamps

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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I never really did HCs but I wanted to try and do some for you since yours always bring me comfort🥺💕✨

Dating Kuroo Tetsurou would Include:

● Lots of Study Dates. This guy would never say no to you. Like he'd never say no to a date but when both of you have lots of work to finish and actually do something productive together? This man would tease you but from the inside he's all soft.🥺💕

○ I don't know why I see this happening but you Definitely have "after exams" talks. Probably because he cares about how you do and vice versa so you end up reflecting on your work so you'd do better. He does the same thing about your relationship so he knows you're happy with him🥺💕

● Tickle fight? TICKLE FIGHT! (Unless you're uncomfortable with that) This man would not miss an opportunity to surprise you and tackle you down to tickle the hell out of you! He enjoys hearing you laugh and wouldn't stop until you tell him that you wanna go to the toilet. That's until you try to tickle him -Uh oh.. Bad Move- he isn't Turkish at all! Well, maybe a little bit but he can hide ot easily! 🥺💕

○ Back Hugs. No matter what you're doing. Could be cleaning, cooking or even trying to reach to a book. Kuroo would wrap his arms around you and watch you do it, resting his chin on the top of your head. He'd stay there watching you, smiling when you ask for help. And the reply is either some teasing or some cute "anything for you, Kitten." Like Hensjajka Marry me🥺💕

● Cuddles always and forever. He doesn't need a certain time to cuddle you. If he feels like Cuddling you he'd carry you and take you somewhere quiet and cuddle you. He enjoys your warmth and loves when you play with his hair like you make him go all soft when you do that. Someone please protect him.🥺💕

○ Soft Vulnerable moments with you. Of course Kuroo has much on his shoulders. Being a third year, preparing to go to college and being the Volleyball team's Captain is no easy work. He really keeps a tough face but when he sees the worry in your eyes sometimes, he remembers that you open up to him just fine. It took time but Whenever he feels down, he'd just squeeze your hand gently and you two would Immediately go cuddle. He loves it when you pamper him with affection. Small forehead kisses that feel so pure. He's just a goofball that wants your love.🥺🥺💕

● Always buying you small gifts. He loves to spoil you and show you his affection in different ways. Sometimes the cheesy bastard would write you a love letter because he saw that you've been feeling down and he knew he needed to put extra effort for you. Forehead Kisses is a must Whenever he seez you.😤🥺💕

○ Baking sweets together. Like tell me that's not cute at all. He enjoys cooking or baking sweets with you because that feels so wholesome like it feels like you are married and that mushy feeling in his chest wouldn't go away. He can't wait for the next time because all he wants is to feel that way around you.🥺💕

● Of course, we all know it, teasing. No matter how romantic the moment is, he'd ruin it with some teasing. That's Tetsu for you! But he would Immediately go back and kiss the back of your hand as a small apology, pecking your nose right after to see you all flustered. Oh how much he loves you.🥺💕

I know I ain't the best at this but I wanted to make you feel great just like how you made me feel.🥺💕 consider this a thank you Lovely!🥺💕

OMG KUROO HCS 🥺💕 (i love how long this list is fdksjflskdfj <333 )

study dates ahhh!!! suddenly, i feel like studying- (me staring at him instead of my textbook 🙄)

🥺 omg omg regular check-ups on each other- stop that’s so soft. is that too much to ask for? :’ kuroo is ___ (yeah there’s no word to describe how perfect he is)

tickles fights 🥺 !! he’ll always give you that devilish grin before poking you in your most sensitive spots, not stopping until he hears that laugh he loves so much

cuddles- 🥺 (i’m tearing up. touch deprivation is kicking in)

ah h h h h h h listening to each other’s rambles and worries and comforting each other :’ vulnerability

PLEASE, LOVE LETTERS. small gifts 🥺 forehead kisses? yessir

baking with him will probably just be him measuring the ingredients like some chemical reaction- we love to see it 😌

am i the only one who likes being light-heartedly teased? :’ “oh how much he loves you” OH, HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM.

thank you for making me realize how much i want a kuroo tetsurou in my life :’)) <3

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angelwars11 · 4 years

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PART 1

*finally gets my siblings up and we all sit down on the bed* Alright y'all, time to watch this shit. Let's get itttt!!

*new ominous pre-intro comes in* "A LUCASFILM LIMITED production. "

Me: Oh, we starting like this. Wtf!! Okay, dude, I have goosebumps. Holy shit. *Calming facade is down. Is totally unaware and unprepared for what's coming*

*fanfare jumpscare*

Me: *startles* *grabs my heart*

Heart monitor: *beep beep beep, beeeeeeeeeeep~*

Me: OH MY GOD!!! *cough violently like Grevious* Holy shit. The fanfare, holy shit. I'mma—*notices red logo* *starts to hyperventilate*

*Another very different and new red title* "Part 1. Olds Friends Not Forgotten. "

Me: *gasps sharply* THAT IS SO COOL!!! I'mma cryyy *sniffles*

Yularen: *comes in clutch with the narrator recap*

Me: Yoooo!! What's up my dude?!

*see Grevious* Damn, I mean, General Grevious lookin good though. You see that animation! DAMN! Best design ever!

Yularen: "Republic forces are pushed to the brink. In response to this overwhelming attack. The Jedi Council had dispatched it's Generals far from the Core Worlds. "

CALEB DUME aka. KANAN JARRUS!! Ahhh!! Look at my son!

*sees Plo Koon in his Delta 7 inteceptor* "Ummm, no, stop it. Stop. That looks familiar. *shakes head violently* No. Be quiet.

*sees Aayla and Bly* *inhales sharply* *chokes on saliva* "Aayla Secura is where? OH SHIT. Is that Felucia?! NO, FUCK. "

(The clone troopers look so fucking amazing. Their armor is heavily detailed with the amount of scratches and dents covering them. It makes their armor look rough. OMG! This is literally 'nose bleed heaven' I am in right now!!)

Me: *dances* They onn a bridgeee, they on a—HOLY SHIT!! That's a big ass cannon," *watches the cannon blast fire upwards* Ohhhhh~ That's, uh, not good! Oh shit!! AH! Cody DODGE NOW!!!

*stares at the tv* Holy. Sh—

*light saber unleashed*

Me: OOhhh!! Who the fu—ACK! Obi-Wan coming out of the CUT alllll BEAUTIFUL!!!

LOOK at the lightsaber light pouring through the dust cloud surrounding him🤩 *blood pours out of my nose* His magnificent graying beard, so beautiful. I LOVE how there's a limp piece of hair bouncing on the side of his head, it's so satisfying. And the way he slowly looks over his shoulder at Cody like: "Must protect my husband!" OMG, I love them so much, CodyWan forever!!! Bless Dave Filoni for giving us that scene because, it was beautiful😍 God, the animation. 😍I'mma—😵😳

Cody: "General?!"

Me: MmmmmHmmmm. *wiggles eyebrows*

Obi-Wan: "Cody, get down!"

Me: Protect Cody!! Holy fu—Cody, stop staring at Obi-Wan and take cover, yes I know he's hot as fuck, my sister thinks so too, so do I—That's NOT the point. Just GET your ASS DOWN!! You can stare at him all you want later.

Obi-Wan: "Anakin, where are you?"

Anakin: *jump scares* "I'm right here. "

Me: ⬇⬇

Me: I SWEARRRR. You are so lucky I don't have a gun because I would've BLASTED you to the other side of this GODDAMN BRIDGE. The fuck is wrong with you, you lucky mother fucker.

Anakin: "What are you doing down there. "

Me: 🤣🤡 Shut the fuck up!

Anakin: *dodges a fucking blaster beam* I'm dea—🤣 ANAKIN. You cray cray!

*all shots miss Anakin while he stands right there in plain sight on top of MOTHER FUCKING debris*

Me: Hehhehehheeee—OH my GoD!! Anakin!! Get DOWN FROM THEREeEe. They gonna shoot you, bro!

Obi-Wan: "What are you up to? Where is Captain Rex?"

Me: Yeah, what are you up to? *suspicious*

*Nobody stays seated while Anakin walks straight at the enemy. Managing not to get fucking smacked*

Me: "Y'all DUMB ASS droids can't SHOOT!! Ohhhhhh myyyy goddddd!!" 🤣🤣

Anakin: "I have come to surrender. Your forces fought valiantly. I must admit we are overmatched by your superior fire power. " Me: "Tell me y'all ain't gonna fall for this. If you beli—"

Me: *inhales sharply*

Dumb and Dumber: "Surrender. That's a relief. Notify the tactical droid. "

Me: ⬇⬇

*sighs heavily* They believed him. 💀

*scope shows up* The fuck?! Oh, is that Rexy Boi™ *gasps* R2!!!

Rex telling his squad they have to wait a little longer to hang upside down on the bridge. They all *groan* "Sir, yes, sir. "

ME: 😆 They want to fly so fucking badly!!

OoooWe!! They've got JET PACKS!!! Oooo, we bougie MOTHER FUCKAASSSSS!!! *dances to the epic music*

*nobody stays seated while the Clone Troopers kick ass*

Obi-Wan: "Bravo Anakin, you've done it again. "

Me: 🥺🥺

Anakin: "Oh, I can't take all the credit. You staying back really sold my surrender talk. " *Obi-Wan smiles*

Obi-Wan: "Always glad to help my friend. " *they smile at each other*

Also me: *cries internally* 😭😍

Anakin: "Skywalker here, what is it Admiral?" Me: *gasps* Admiral: "Sir. We received a transmission from someone using a subspace frequency. Fulcrum. "

Me: *stops breathing* FULCRUM. 💀 Ah—Ah—AhCHOO! *wheezes* Oooh, bless me.

*the transmitter room scene from the trailer* Me: *screeches* Anakin: "Alright, Admiral. What's so important you brought us all the... Way... Back...here." *sees Ahsoka*

(*PAUSE* I noticed that Rex is not here in this SCENE!! Woahhh~ Just wanted to point that out! Okay, sorry, *unpause*)

Ahsoka: *turns around* "Hello Master. It's been a while. " Me: 😍😍😍😍😍

Anakin: "Ah—Ahsoka. Wha— *scoffs*I don't believe it, " *voice goes two octaves higher* "How are you? Where are you?" *voice softens to be protective* "Are you okay?"

My heart: ⬇⬇

(SKIP)

*Mandalorian ship comes in* Me: *tears coming down my face*

Aaaahhhh!!! R2 D2 rolled up to Ahsoka to say hi!! OMG, cutie pie!!😍🥺 My heartttttt😭

Anakin tries to say Hi to Ahsoka but she's just like, "Can't do that right now. " Me: *snaps my own neck* Damn. Heyo!! He's literally hanging by a THREAD, a measly THREAD over the fucking pool called the DARK SIDE. And you treating him like that, focusing on the war and not a hug, mannn, Anakin is about to take a 'dippity dip' in this goddamn pool. Smh.

Bo-Katan: "He murdered their ruler. My sister. I thought she meant something to you. "

Me: *visibly sees Obi-Wan look sad* Satineeeee😭😭😭 No, Obi-Wan, it's okay!!

(SKIP)

*when the troopers pass by and salute to Ahsoka* Me: UwU

REX'S SMILE 👑 when she walks in😍 "Glad to have you back, Commander. " *smiles again* 👑 "Rex. Thank you. But you don't have to call me Commander anymore. " "Sure thing, Commander." *smiles AGAIN* 👑

Me: 😭😭 Rex, I SWEAR TO GOD, if you don't stop SMITING me with those SMILES BRO. Just chill. Please. Do it again and I'—

*alarm goes off* God fucking dammit. *sees the troopers scrambling in the background* HAHAHHAHHA😆😆🤣

*stops laughing* Who's in trouble? The Chancellor. Hahahaha, who's that? Ohhh, you mean Buttcheeksakin. Yeahhh~🤣 Nobody cares!!

Ahsoka: "I understand, that it's your usual playing politics. This is why the people have lost faith in the Jedi. I had too. Until I was reminded of what the order means to people who truly need us. "

Obi-Wan: "Right now people on Coruscant need us. "

Ahsoka: "No, the Chancellor needs you. "

Me: *nose bleed* "Damnnnn, say it again for the people in the back!!! Ughh, feisty Ahsoka is sexy. " 😍

REX GETTING WHAAA, PROMOTED?! I knew this day was coming for sooo long *sniffles* I'm so proud.

*music heightens it's pitch* HER LIGHTSABERS😭😭😭

Ahsokaaaa got her lightsabers BACK!! Looking snazzyyyy, looking beautiful, you look hot honey! And a BONUS, they are BLUE!! Hot DAMN!! 💙💙

Ahsoka: "Anakin... " *Anakin turns around* "Good luck. " *Anakin smiles with pride*

Me: *ugly sobs*

*Nobody stays seated while, 'Love pledge' plays in the background*

Me: *cries harder* WHYYYY😭😭😭

'Commander' REX. Whereeee areee youuu?! Ah, there you darling. Beautiful bby boyyyy, you deserve it!!! 😍😍😍

*spots someone behind Rex* Who Issss...?? Oh, JESSE!! Heyyy~ *waves* ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ )

Rex: "Sorry, I didn't think to bring you a jetpack?" Ahsoka: "Don't need one. " *Nobody will ever fucking stay seated while Rex gives the mother of all amused smirks* 👑

(THIS beautiful smirk⬆ I know I WILL be watching 60 more times after I finish this goddamn episode 🥵)

PART 2 of my reaction coming soon!! (Nah, I'm serious, it'll be here. Just hold your horses!)

Link to part 2!! ⬇

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the-mangled-readings · 5 years

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CyberPunk Love

A/N: Okay, so I been wanting to write this for the longest, hope you guys like it! It’s a two-point of view Fic, from Connor’s and the Readers (Obvs).

Pairing : Connor x FemaleReader

Story Summary: After 8 years the Reader comes back to Detroit and engages with her old Parter Hank and his new sidekick Connor, investigating new homicide cases but Connor begins to suspect she's hiding something.

Chapter Summary: The Reader comes back and reencounters with Hank (Old Partner) and meets his new Partner, and catches his attention.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Flirting.

Word Count: 2,068

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

( Y/N’s View )

“I want my—I want my MTV ...

I want my—I want my MTV ...

I want my—I want my MTV ...”

You were singing along Dire Straits “Money for Nothing” iconic song as you drove at full speed through the highways of Detroit. Never did you thought that you would ever come back, after the Revolution, you wanted to stay away from all the drama but for your luck, you had been offered a better position. You were currently a Police Detective, and you had been told that if you moved back and took the offer they would promote you to the rank of Lieutenant, and you being you, you didn’t want to lose the chance of making your dad proud, and especially Hank.

After your father passed away, Hank Anderson became your mentor at the Detroit City Police Department. He had a close relationship with your parents, especially your dad, they met at the police academy and from there everything became history. Hank watched you grow and eventually he saw you as his daughter. You even got to meet his son Cole and helped Hank after the sudden loss, but due to other personal issues you had going on at the time, you had to leave Detroit.

Your destination is just 2 mi away ...

You heard the AI voice on your motorcycle instruct you as you stopped at a red light. Looking around, you noticed that everything was still the same, the smell, the buildings, the people, shit even Hank’s favorite food truck Chicken Feed. You sighed deeply as you turned, noticing the light turning green.

“Thank you, Captain Fowler, for the opportunity I will not dissa ... Oh who am I kidding, I sound so pathetic.” You rehearsed and mentally facepalmed yourself, outside in the parking lot. “I sound like a loser ... Hopefully, Hank is still here.” You breathed out tiredly after driving 35 hrs. “Jesus Christ, I think I’m going to pass out ...”

“Oh but if it isn’t the Infamous (Y/N) ...” You heard from behind, a familiar yet annoying voice you could never forget. “Oh but if it isn’t Detective Dick Twat Reed ...” Twirling at the nickname, Gavin let out a fake laugh, making you force a smile. “It’s been a while ... what could of have possibly dragged you back to this shithole, huh.” He leaned against the gas tank of your motorcycle, making you roll your eyes. “Could it be that you finally realized that, I was your one and only and not that Pretty Boy you ran away with to San Francisco?”

“That’s none of your business Gavin ...” You spat out, turning your motorcycle off, making him laugh. “Ahhh poor detective (Y/LN), she got all flustered ...”

“That’s enough Detective Reed ...” A louder and firm voice made the both of you turn.

“I’m sorry Captain Fowler ...” Gavin’s voice broke a little as he spoke. Captain Fowler only turned to face you, his stern look slowly softened into a smile. “Detective (Y/LN), if you please ...” He instructed and you began to walk into the entrance, along with Captain Fowler by his arm, leaving Gavin behind.

After stepping into the entrance doors, you stopped, looking down at their logo :

“Detroit City Police Department”

“Your father would of have been so proud of you (Y/N), seeing how much you’ve grown.” Fowley praised at you making you tear a little. “Thank you, Captain, that was the idea.”

“Well then, let’s get going ...”

( Connor’s View )

“Hank, would you like some coffee?” Connor politely asked the hungover middle-age man that was barely awake “You seem a little tired today ...” He persuaded, only earning a groan and a middle finger from him. “I’ll take that as a yes then ...” As he got up from his desk and began to walk towards the break room, he noticed Captain Fowler lightly laughing with a woman, it seemed a bit odd, since he was always in a bad mood, and mostly was because of Hank.

“Hey did you hear, Lieutenant (Y/LN)’s daughter is back.”

Connor heard Chris whisper to his small group of friends, making everyone suddenly bring up stories of the mysterious girl. “Looks like you won’t be Hank’s partner anymore Connor ...” He instantly recognized the snarky tone that entered the room. “Gavin, leave him alone.” Chris quickly defended, only to be ignored by a laugh “Whatever, that bitch is already Fowler’s favorite, so you guys better watch out what you say and you ...” He pointed at Connor, looking at him from head to toe “Hank is going to forget about you before you know it ...”

“Ignore him, Connor, he’s just being annoying like always.” Chris comforted Connor, earning a soft smile from the Android.

While walking back to his shared desk, he began to think about what Gavin and everybody said :

What did they mean?

Who was she?

What was so special about her?

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he found Hank nowhere to be found. He probably took a bathroom break Connor thought to himself. Setting down the cup of coffee on Hank’s desk, he took a seat at his desk.

As he was reviewing the new case files, he heard Hank :

“Oh my God, (Y/N) is that you ...”

He turned around to see Hank's mouth open and smiled, and tear up? Making Connor frown at the unexpected actions, it wasn’t in Hank’s nature to smile at just anybody, especially tear up, he turned to finally see the mysterious person, and Connor finally understood.

Software Instability ^^^

Woah ...

Connor quietly praised the person. It must be the famous Lieutenant’s daughter, he was so intrigued by her that he could practically feel his Thirium pump beat through his chest, maybe his Regulator wasn’t working, maybe it was a malfunction, there was not a chance that he could ever fall in love, and especially so quickly.

But what if ...

Is this what they meant when they say Love at first sight? ...

Software Instability ^^^

( Y/N’s View )

“So how do feel Detective (Y/LN)? Being back home must be a big change.” Captain Fowler questioned, taking a seat on his desk. “It’s been 8 years since we last saw you, and I heard many good things about you, including that Terrorist case ...”

“Oh yeah ... that one.” You quietly responded feeling yourself sinking in the seat. “Captain Fowler, there’s something I need to tell you before I join back the team.” Making Fowler frown.

“Lieutenant (Y/LN), holy shit ... Hope you’re proud Dad.” You told yourself, as you exited Fowler’s Office. Looking around, you decided that it was time to meet up with Hank again. You were just about to take your last step when a couple of people instantly recognized you, trapping you in hugs and “Oh my god, You’re back !” “Congratulations Lieutenant” “It’s so good to see you again (Y/N)”

After what felt like forever, you were able to get away from everybody, making your way into Hank’s Desk, only to be stopped again ...

“Hey, sweet cheeks ...”

Fucking Reed!

“What?” You turned on your heel, looking at him with a death glare.

“Hope you know, Anderson already has a partner ...” He teased while leaning back on his chair. “And it’s an Android.” Earning a frown from you. “That can’t be ...”

“Oh you better believe it, and he’s fucking annoying too. He’s been with him for about a year or so, hope that doesn’t harm your feelings ... Lieutenant.” He scoffed at the end making you a little uneasy.

You began to walk away from Reed’s desk and as you were questioning Hank’s sudden’s partnership with this “Annoying” Android you were interrupted by a particular voice :

“Oh my God, (Y/N) is that you ...”

And there he was, your old Man, Hank Anderson.

“Hank !” You called as you ran towards his arms, crying on his chest. “Oh my God, Hank, I’ve missed you !” Pulling away from his arms, you took a better look at him, he looked tired and hungover like usual, but something in him seemed different.

“Jesus, look at you, where’s my little girl, you’re a grown woman now, I’m so proud of you (Y/N).” He ran his left hand on your cheek, wiping the tears away. “I’m so glad you’re back ... You have no idea how much I needed you, especially after ...”

“The Revolution?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow at him, making him sigh deeply. “Yeah, it was quite stressful, I could of have used an extra hand.”

“I know, but I was dealing with something at the moment ... But I’m back!” Punching him lightly on the arm, making him chuckle. “So ... I heard you got a new partner.”

“Oh yeah, well I was practically forced actually ... But he’s a good guy.”

“Android, you mean?” You questioned, crossing your arms.

“Things changed (Y/N), and believe me when I tell you that he’s ...” He turned to Connor only to find him looking at you with his mouth open, and frozen?

“Jesus Christ, Nevermind ...” Hank shook his head and facepalmed himself, making you chuckle.

“Connor, close your fucking mouth before any flies get in. This is (Y/N), she was my partner before I was assigned to your ass.” Hank snapped at the poor Android that looked embarrassed. “I don’t know what’s got into him ... But anyway, I heard some people spreading the news already, congratulation Lieutenant (Y/LN), I’m impressed.”

“Oh stop it ...” Your cheeks began to turn into a rosy shade.

( Connor’s View )

How can she look so beautiful without even trying ...

Software Instability ^^^

What is this feeling ... Wait, feeling?

Software Instability ^^^

No, it can’t be ...

“Hey, Connor, you alright?”

His thoughts were interrupted by her soft voice, he could feel his Thirium pump beat through his chest again. How could a human make him feel like this? He became Deviant, but he never thought that one day he would ever get to experience such emotions.

“Yes, I’m alright ... I’m so sorry, let me introduce myself properly.” He quickly got up from his chair almost stumbling, making you smile. “It’s okay, just don’t hurt yourself.”

The moment he touched your hand, he felt something inside of him, something he had never experienced but then his readings made him look at you differently.

“Connor ... can you let go of my hand?” She asked nervously, looking quickly to Hank for help. “Hey Connor, that’s enough ...” Hank tried to intervene but Connor’s grip was stronger.

“My readings are telling me that you’re ...”

“RK800 ... Let go of Lieutenant (Y/LN)’s hand NOW!” Fowler’s voice echoed through the entire Office, startling Connor and everybody. “I’m sorry Captain Fowler but ...”

“LET GO OF HER HAND NOW, THAT’S AN ORDER!”

Connor turned to look at you, noticing your stare and your body language completely changing. “Let go of my hand ... if you know what’s better for you.” And he finally did. Hank immediately pushed Connor away from you. “Let me see your hand.”

“It’s fine Hank, let’s just get out of here.”

Connor watched both of you leave the office, everybody's eyes were on him, but quickly returned to their work. He felt a heaviness within him, as he sank down on his chair.

“I told you didn’t I ...” Gavin teased Connor as he walked by his desk. “Hank’s favorite ...” Laughing at Connor’s embarrassment.

“I know what I felt ...” He said to himself.

Software Instability ^^^

( Y/N’s View )

“Jesus fucking Christ ... (Y/N), I don’t know what happened back there, but I promise you, Connor isn’t usually like this.” Hank reassure you, as the both of you walked down to his car. “It’s okay Hank, he didn’t hurt me, see?” Raising your right hand, you showed no sign of bruise or wound. “Although ... There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Yeah, what is it?” He asked as he turned the engine of his car. “Actually, why don’t I buy you a drink and then we can talk about it?”

“Hm, San Francisco did change you ... Fine, as long I’m the one drinking.” He joked, even though you knew it was going to be the case. “But with one condition.”

“Hm?”

“Bring Connor with you.”

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alilpunkrock · 5 years

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Secrets Out (part 1)

A/N: ahhh it’s here! I’ve had this idea for a fic in my head forever and now it’s born! Eventually there will be more Ryan mentioned. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 🖤

I stirred in my bunk. I heard nothing but yelling coming from the front lounge of the bus. For a second, I panicked. What’s happening? Who’s being killed? Have the rest of the guys finally turned on Chris because of his god awful dad jokes? I waited for another minute until I heard laughter. I let out a deep breath to calm my heart rate.

I finally decided to climb out of the bunk and stretched upward, cracking my back. I followed the sound of the guys and was met with four of them on the couches playing a video game both the TVs. That explains the yelling. I walked over to the fridge and pull out a water bottle and an apple and sat down next to Ricky. He wasn’t playing the game but he was watching intensely. He turned his head when he felt me sit down.

“Morning sunshine.” He said laughing after he saw the look on my face. I grumbled out a small “shut up”.

This caught the attention of the rest of the guys.

“Hey Y/N! Got any plans for our day off?” Vinny asked me. I shrugged.

“Maybe.”

“Ohh mysterious,” Justin raises his eyebrows. “You got a secret boyfriend or something Y/N?” I rolled my eyes.

“Or something.” AJ snickered at my answer.

Today was the first day off in a month which meant no having to help the boys get ready for stage and not having to work the merch booth. I do a little bit of everything on this tour thanks to Ricky. My last job had to let me go due to downsizing and Ricky quickly offered me a job working on tour with the rest of the crew. So far, it was the best job I’ve ever had. Thankfully, our day off ended up being in my home town. Ricky knew what I was doing today, so did the tour manager and the crew, but the rest of the guys? Well they were about to learn a lot more about me.

“I’m going to visit some family I have here. My grandparents still live in town and so I my aunts and uncles.” I explained to Justin. The guys nodded their heads.

“Do we get to meet any of them?” Justin asked.

“Maybe.” I said once again, taking a bite of my apple.

My phone buzzed on the arm of the couch and I saw it was a message from my mom. Her and my dad were in town also, while I’ve been away they’ve been watching Gunner, my son. That’s who I was seeing today. For the first time in a month. Oh my god I missed him so much. The plan was to meet up with my mom, dad, and Gunner, get lunch, hang out for a bit, then bring Gunner back to the bus to meet everybody. Hopefully they’d be okay with having a 4 year old on the bus. AJ and the rest of the crew said they were more than okay with it. And Ricky was so excited to see his godson again.

Ricky and his family were friends of my mom and dad. He’s almost 10 years older than me so I looked at him like an older brother.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom on the bus. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, deciding just to put my hair in a bun. I walked back to my bunk and pulled out some clothes. I decided on a pair of tight black jeans and and oversized Van Halen t shirt I think might belong to Ryan. I grabbed my makeup bag and headed back to the front.

By the time I got back the rest of the band was in the lounge. Chris was eating a bowl of lucky charms and Ryan was sitting at the table playing on his phone. I put my stuff on the table next to him and he scooted over without hesitation. I sat down and started my makeup.

“Man, are you sure there’s no secret boyfriend? You don’t ever wear makeup if you don’t have to.” AJ questioned, genuinely confused. I felt Ryan’s eyes on the side of my face but I refused to look. I was the most nervous for him to meet Gunner. It’s kinda known around the crew that Ryan and I are more than friends but we haven’t talked about if we’re dating or not. I was worried he’d be mad for keeping Gunner out of all our conversations and he’d lose interest once he knew I come with more baggage than he thought.

“No secret boyfriend, I promise. And I wanna look nice because I’m seeing my family today.” I explained putting on mascara.

There wasn’t any comments made for the rest of the ride to the RV park we were staying at tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay everyone! I’m going to head out now, I’ll be back later tonight!” I called out gathering my purse and phone. Ryan was the only one who came into the lounge, a small smile on his face.

Man, I love his smile. He doesn’t do it often enough.

“See you after a bit,” Ryan said hugging me around my shoulders. “By the way, that shirt looks better on you than it ever did me.” He kissed the top of my head then let go. I ducked my head to try and hide the blush creeping up my face.

“See ya later.” I waved goodbye before stepping off the bus and meeting my mom at her car.

The car ride with my mom consisted of her asking question after question about the tour, the guys, more specifically Ryan.

“Mom,” I blushed. “I don’t know. I like him and I think he likes me but I’m afraid of his reaction about Gunner. I haven’t told anyone except for the crew about him. Obviously Ricky already knows.”

“Do you think he’d tell if the guys start questioning him?” My mom asked. I shook my head.

“No, Rick knows how important it is to me to be the one to introduce them.”

We made it to my grandparents house after a while and it was all I could do not to jump out of the car before it stopped. I opened the front door of the house and immediately heard the sound of Gunner’s little feet running towards me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw my little boy round the corner, a giant smile on his face.

“Mommy!” He yelled. I crouched down to his level and opened my arms for him to run in to.

“Hey bub!” I said picking him up and kissing his face over and over. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“Cookies!” He yelled pointing to the kitchen. I followed his finger and walked in to find the rest of my family around the island in the middle of the kitchen.

After hugs and greetings, I sat on a stool at the counter with Gunner on my lap. We shared a cookie and he tried to tell me about all the things he did with grandma and grandpa while I was away.

“No way! You went to Disneyland? How was that?” I asked, pretending I didn’t already know everything he was telling me.

He told me all about Star Wars and captain America and the fireworks like it was the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

The day carried on like that. Visiting and story telling. And pretty soon it was time for Gunner and I to leave.

“Are you ready to see uncle Ricky?” I asked Gunner as he sat in his car seat, holding his stuffed bear. He swung his legs back and forth obviously excited.

I, on the other hand, was nervous. I had texted Ricky telling him we were on our way back and he sent back a thumbs up. Both my mom and my dad were in the car this time, they wanted to meet the rest of the guys.

When we pulled up to the bus, the guys had set up a grill and lawn chairs outside and were laughing about something. I took a deep breath and unbuckled my seatbelt.

“Uncle Ricky!” Gunner yelled when he walked out of the bus.

“You ready to meet the guys I work for?” I asked everyone in the truck. My dad parked and opened his door.

I saw Ricky coming over, hugging my dad and my mom once she came around to the drivers side. I opened my door and hopped out, already on the drivers side. I reached in and unclipped Gunners car seat, pulling him out of the truck and onto my hip. As soon as Ricky saw him he took him from me.

“Hey little man! How’s my favorite kid doing?” He asked kissing his cheek.

“Good!” He yawned. Party pooper. I chuckled and rubbed his back.

“Tired already bub? The party just started!” Ricky said. The rest of the guys started to come over, AJ was the first to say anything.

“Hey! It’s so nice to meet you guys!” AJ said shaking hands with my parents. He came over to Ricky and held his hand up for a high five from Gunner. “Hey bud! Remember me from FaceTime?” Gunner nodded his head giving him a high five.

Everyone else said hi and introduced themselves to my parents, then the stood around waiting to be introduced to the little boy.

“Guys this is Gunner, my son. Gunner this is all the guys. That’s Chris, Vinny, Justin, Bryce, and Ryan.” I said focusing on Ryan’s reaction. He didn’t seem to have one, at least he didn’t show what he was thinking.

“Um, I hope it’s okay, but he’s going to be joining us for a little bit.”

After my parents left, Gunner and I sat outside with the guys until he could barley kept his eyes open. I picked him up and took him to the bus to lay him in my bunk. Ricky and I switched bunks because mine was the second one up and I didn’t want Gunner to roll out of mine. He stirred a little when I laid him down but fell back asleep just as fast. I left the light of the bunk on Incase he woke up. I kissed his forehead before I got up and closed the curtain. Making my way out into the lounge, i saw Ryan standing with his hands in his pockets. I leaned up against the counter and waited for him to say something.

“We need to talk.”

#ryan sitkowski #ryan sitkowski fic #Secrets Out #miw imagines #motionless in white

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amazingspidermans · 5 years

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please expand on your peter parker teaching the avengers vines headcanon, i c r a v e more details.

I had wayyy to much fun writing this you have no idea.

So at first it’s just Peter and Ned because Peter never does ANYTHING without his guy in the chair.

That confuses the fuck out of the Avengers bc they can make no sense of it???

Clint’s the one who realizes how useful that might be and proposes the idea of teaching all the Avengers the “secret communication” thing that Peter and Ned use

Ned has a heart attack because holy shit he gets to teach the avengers vine references

But they basically sit down forever and Peter explains what vine even is (needless to say, all the Avengers are confused af)

Which leads to vine lessons (and a lot of confused breakdowns because Peter what the actual fuck that makes no sense)

It takes a looooooong time before they get the hang of it

Shuri cameo to prove that Peter and Ned aren’t insane and that it’s a teenager thing

Natasha gets it the fastest, followed by Bucky, to everyone’s suprise (they say it’s because they’re hip with the kids even though Peter explains that no one has said “hip” in like a billion years, but really it’s just because they’re used to secret codes)

Soon it expands into the battlefield and a lot of villains are caught off guard

Peter is the one who makes the main calls until the others catch on to it

Some of the references they use include:

“Miss Keisha, Miss Keisha, oh my god she fucking dead” to relay that a teammate is injured/being moved to medbay

“Ahhh stahp,” cues to Steve chucking his shield at the main enemy while saying “I could’ve dropped my croissant!”

“It’s an avocado” *Bruce turns into the Hulk* “thaaaanks”

“hurricane Katrina, more like Hurricane Tortilla” means Thor does the iconic lightning storm

“Would you like the spider in your hand?” “Yea,” “Say please,” “Please?” *Peter flies in screaming*

The one I mentioned earlier: “This bitch empty,” *camera pan to Thor screeching yeet as he throws his hammer*

“and then they were roommates… oh my god they were roommates!” is reserved for creating the Avengers Circle™

…and that’s all I have for now but feel free to rb and add to this mayhem

BONUS:

Ned becomes the Offical Vine Captain of the Avengers because he’s so underappreciated and I would die for him so he’s being included

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misc-headcanons · 4 years

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1st Place Prize: NS.FW Scenario (Law/Reader) 1/2

For @hyakira, a scenario involving Law and a rival/enemy Reader stranded on an island together. I decided to make it a two-parter: this one is the setup, and the next piece will be the smut!

Like love, an intense rivalry can make you do some stupid things. You and Trafalgar Law had been taking shots at each other’s ships one minute when an intense storm had flown both of you wildly off course. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to beat the bastard once and for all, you had ordered your crew to pursue the Polar Tang before they managed to escape underwater. Your second-in-command pleaded for you to reconsider. “We need to focus on escaping, Captain! We’ll find another way to track him down, but–”

“Fine,” you snapped, catching one of your other crew members as they slid across the rocking ship; they were a hair’s breadth away from falling over the side of the deck and into the icy waters below when you reached over and yanked them back behind the banister. You angrily shoved him and your second-in-command in one of the indoor cabins before rushing to your quarters, your hand clenching around your sword’s scabbard. “I’ll just go after him myself.”

Inside a hidden compartment under the floorboards was one of your secret weapons–a small but sturdy Waver originally made in Skypiea, perfect for solo missions. You still couldn’t believe you’d managed to steal it from Mad Monk Urouge and survive after encountering his crew a few months back. It was worth it though, especially in times like these. You dragged the Waver out of its hidden compartment and onto the deck of the ship. The torrential rain immediately soaked through your clothes and chilled you to the bone, but the sight of the Heart Pirates’ Jolly Roger caught your eye and lit your chest on fire; he was not getting away this time.

You positioned yourself on the Waver and leaped into the sea, determined to follow the Polar Tang. It hadn’t gone underwater and it looked like the ship was headed for a nearby island that was across the horizon. As you followed behind them, a strong tidal wave launched the ship forward, tossing Law overboard. His crew quickly tried to change the ship’s course to turn back for outside to the outdoor deck to assess how stuck they were. Law’s second-in-command–a large bear Mink you vaguely remembered was named Bepo–was desperately trying to call out to his captain. Law yelled something at him as he used his Devil Fruit to switch places with random pieces of driftwood, seemingly ordering the others to get out of danger and leave him behind. Bepo reluctantly agreed, and Law found himself alone on the beach. Perfect.

You stealthily rode up to the beach, going slow enough to avoid having the Motor Dial rise over the sound of the rain to give away your presence. Once you made it onto the sand, you hid the Waver behind a few large bushes and spied on Law. He was still alone underneath a large tree, and you thought you could ambush him from behind if you were quiet enough. You made a few steps towards him when you noticed him wrapping his left arm with a spare bit of gauze kept in his jacket; he had sustained a nasty cut that stretched from his left shoulder to his chest, ending a few inches past his left pectoral muscle. Your eyes widened as you watched him wince in pain, and your fists clenched; an injury like that wouldn’t kill him, but it’d definitely impact his ability to hold a sword and fight for a while.

“Are you kidding me!?”

Law flinched at your sudden outburst and rested his hand on his sword’s handle. When he recognized your face, his grip on his sword slightly tightened. “Where’s the rest of your crew?” he demanded. “There’s no way your ship could have passed us, so you can’t have landed here before we did.”

You scowled and walked forward, crossing your arms. “The rest of my crew didn’t have the guts to follow me,” you spat. “But I’m not dying before I get a chance to beat you.”

Law rose up to face you, and blood started to seep through his gauze. “Come on then,” he replied. “Once you’re out of the way, I’ll be able to see what repairs the Polar Tang needs.”

You rolled your eyes and put a hand on your hip. “I can’t fight you now,” you replied heatedly. “Not when your arm’s injured like that. It wouldn’t be a fair win!”

Law raised an eyebrow. “That implies I wouldn’t be able to defeat you with this injury,” he replied with a slightly mocking tone. “I never struck you as the honorable type.”

“Fuck off.” You groaned and sat down under a large palm tree with a huff. “And now my crew and my ship are…God knows where they went to escape the storm. I finally get you alone and I can’t even fight you.” You sigh and run your hands through your hair. “…Aaargh!”

You toss a large rock next to you onto the sand, and it lands with a strange thump; it sounded like it had hit something hard underneath the sand. Curious, you get up and find where the rock had landed. After scooping away a few handfuls of sand, you found a large wooden crate buried under the sand. “What the hell…?”

Law followed behind you, wondering what you’d found. He assumed this island was abandoned, considering the overgrowth and brush that made up the rest of the island around them. He knelt down and peered at a few words carved into the top of the crate. “Property of the Rumrunner Pirates,” he read out loud. “Fuck prohibition and fuck the King of Drybone Island.”

You managed to open the crate and find a large number of bottles stacked inside–rum, whiskey, bourbon, beer, and a few bottles of red and white wine. “No way…” You reached inside and pulled out a bottle of bourbon to show Law. “Well, at least this hasn’t been a complete waste of time.” You dangled the bottle in front of Law, and he reluctantly took it from you. The two of you settled under another nearby palm tree and you uncorked the bottle before taking a large swig. After you wiped your chin, you handed the bottle to Law.

“After all the years you’ve spent chasing me, I’m surprised you’re fine sharing a drink with me,” Law remarked. He drank a bit and winced as he felt the liquor burn in his chest.

You laughed and took the bottle from him to have another drink. “I’m surprised you’re cringing like a choir boy having his first sip of wine,” you teased. You took a few large swigs without flinching. “Never figured a pirate like you would have such a low tolerance for alcohol.” “A pirate like me?”

“A Supernova,” you said, already feeling a bit lightheaded from the bourbon. You gestured wildly with one of your hands. “A-A captain of the Worst Generation, The Surgeon of Death! There were even some rumors I heard about you becoming a Warlord soon…” You sighed and took another drink. “I saw your wanted poster and I instantly knew that you were gonna be the next Pirate King. And I only want to fight the best.” You handed the bottle back to Law. “And now I can’t fight you, and we’re both stranded on a random island with nothing but some palm trees and a crate of booze.”

Law leaned back and took another drink. “So you only started this rivalry after seeing my poster? With how relentless you were in following me around, I would’ve thought there was more to it than that.”’ A ghost of a smile passed on his lips. “Your instincts on who’ll find the One Piece are spot on, at least.”

“Well, it was more than just that,” you said defensively. Your words were starting to slur a bit, and Law smirked. “You’re just…so…” The warmth of your cheeks from the bourbon intensified as you tried to explain why you were so fascinated with him. “Agh, I dunno how to explain it. I just wanted to fight you so I could get you off my mind for once.” You scowled at the ground. “I mean, I’m a pirate captain too. I’ve got so much shit to think about, but you’re always in the back of my head. And I figured once I fought you, it’d stop…”

Law blinked and tried to wrap his head around what you were saying. Making coherent thoughts seemed a bit more difficult, thanks to the bourbon. He found himself staring at you, watching your lips move as you talked about him. His mind started to wander. How long has she been trying to fight me? Feels like forever. And this is the longest conversation we’ve had. He saw you blush and describe how he was always on your mind and felt a strange feeling stirring in his chest. There were a few times aboard the Polar Tang where he’d have strange dreams about you, usually after the two of you clashed: you’d be fighting fiercely, he’d disarm you and grab your arm, and the two of you would stare at each other silently before he kissed you roughly. When he’d wake up, his boxers would be uncomfortably tight and he’d hastily justify the dream as being a random wet dream; nocturnal emissions were just part of being a man his age, but he wondered why they’d only ever come about after encountering you again.

Law noticed that you were still talking and tried to snap back to reality. He wasn’t used to feeling this unfocused. Maybe he had a concussion from being thrown overboard? No, he didn’t exhibit any other symptoms… He was silent as you continued talking and he took a few more swigs.

“And I know it sounds stupid, being so focused on you,” you continued. “But…The more I fought you, the more fun I was having. I was…exhilarated. Yeah, that’s the right word–exhilarated.” You giggled and reached to grab the bottle from Law. “That’s a funny word. ‘Exhilarated.’ ‘Ex-hillll-ahhh-rayyyy-teeeeed…’” You stumbled and fell forward, and Law’s dulled reflexes still managed to spur him to action; he caught your arms and the bottle fell into the sand. You two were closer than you’d ever been, even when your swords had clashed so many times before. The two of you stared silently at each other, and Law’s breath hitched–for once, this wasn’t a dream.

You bit your lip as you tried to push out the stream of lewd thoughts entering your mind; the two of you were so close. He stared up at you, trying to keep his composure as he thought of what to say. “You…” He took a deep breath. “You want me out of your system, right?”

You nodded wordlessly.

“I…I do too,” he confessed. “I keep having these dreams. About you. And–” He looked away and felt his cheeks burning. “You’re distracting. And since you’re distracted by me, it’s just logical that we…We move on from it.”

His grip on your arms relaxed, and you leaned forward slightly as your arms sank into the sand on either side of Law’s body. You shifted your hips and slowly sank down until you were resting on top of him. You leaned down and roughly kissed him, and the muffled moan that came from his lips was filling you with a warmth that definitely wasn’t from the bourbon. The two of you pulled away, panting.“Then…” You slowly lifted your shirt and tossed it into the sand. “Let’s move on.”

#one piece #one piece scenario #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #100+ followers #ns.fw #mine

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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I know this is very broad but what are your favorite “love confessions” fics? No established relationship. I’ve read so many slow burn fics that are a million chapters but I really want to find some relatively shorter ones :) Specifically ones that are in a “normal” universe(no fantasy, sci-fi, historical, etc.). Can be post S4 or anywhere in the timeline!

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh, I have a tonne of Love Confession fics, and I’m gonna use this opportunity to make the Part 4 list <3 I tag and word count all my fic recs, so you can file through them and hopefully you’ll find stuff you enjoy! <3 Most of all of my Love Confession fics are non-Established Relationship fics, so you’re all good!!

Love you Nonny, and as usually, Lovelies, add your own fics if you have any! <3

LOVE CONFESSIONS PT. 4

See also:

Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)

Platonics & Domestics Pt 2 / Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 5 / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / Established Relationship Pt. 3

Love Confessions Pt. 3

Promise of Sussex by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 705 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Angst, Pining, Ambiguous Ending) – John tries to keep Sherlock conscious after he's been shot on a case.

I Knew You Loved Me by inevitably_johnlocked (T, 743 w., 1 Ch. || Morning Cuddles, Fluff, Clingy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slice of Life, Morning After, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Declarations of Love, Pet Name, Bed Sharing, Snuggles) – John and Sherlock share a lie-in the morning after their first time. So fluffy and gross your teeth will fall out. Part 4 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Loved. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 1,231 w., 1 Ch. || First Sherlock POV, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nose Kisses, Morning After, Love Confessions, Morning Cuddles, Emotional Sherlock, Sentiment, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock reflects on his relationship with John. Part 5 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Santa Knows by Itsallfine (T, 1,719 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Party, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Matchmaking, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock and John both get exactly what they want from the Yard's secret Santa exchange. Pure holiday fluff.

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

Stay by sussexbound (M, 2,067 w. 1 Ch. || Post TAB, Suicidal Ideation Mention, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Kissing, Love Confessions, Frottage, Coming in Pants) – “Why? Why did you do it? Hmm…?” He takes a deep breath, waits, lets it out again. “Look at me.” There’s no denying him when he takes this tone. “Why did you kill him? Hmm…? For her? After…” A muscle twitches in the corner of John’s eye, and he clamps his jaw down tightly, swallows and sniffs a little before continuing. “For her? After everything she’s done?” “For you.” Before he can even stop himself. Just like that.

Love Hurts by Grac3 (T, 2,215 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, Pining Sherlock, One-Sided Pining / URT, Sherlock / John Whump, Angst, Ambiguous Ending) – In a world where someone's physical injuries manifest themselves on the person who is in love with them, John didn't think that there would ever be anyone who was willing to risk falling in love with him - until he got shot on a case, and it didn't hurt. Unrequited Johnlock.

Hell or High water by bluefire301175 (E, 2,250 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Frottage, Alley Sex, First Person POV John, Case-ish Fic, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing) – John wants. Sherlock wants. Plain and simple.

The Healing Touch by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 2,307 w., 1 Ch. || Caretaking, Domestic Fluff, Stroppy Sherlock, John Loves Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sofa Cuddles, Insecure Sherlock) – Sherlock's broken his foot and he's becoming unbearably stroppy. Good thing John has the healer's touch... ;) Part 3 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Closeted by Sexxica (E, 2,762 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped in a Closet, Panicking Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, Awkward Conversations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluffy Ending) – An improvised hiding spot and a bit of accidental voyeurism leave John and Sherlock in an awkward position.

Better Late Than Never by sussexbound (NR (T), 3,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4 / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock POV, Love Confessions, Drunk Sherlock / Sober John, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil) – He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises. He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want 221b Baker Street to be nothing more than rest stop John returns to on his journeys between women. He doesn’t want to play co-parent if Rosie is going to be snatched away from him and placed in the arms of whatever nameless woman du jour John lands on next. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it's time to act.

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn't. A history of the boys, in food.

Coldness/Heat by agirlsname (E, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || Cuddling & Snuggling, Body Heat, New Year’s Eve, PWP, Bed Sharing, Frottage) – The inn is booked up on New Year's Eve. The train home is cancelled because of the snow. The only option is to sleep in the non-heated guest room of a client, and John and Sherlock are freezing.You know where this is going. Part 1 of New Year's Kiss

Obsession, Appassionato by shinychimera, Yeomanrand (E, 4,249 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive Sherlock, First Time, Jealous Sherlock, Music / Sherlock’s Violin, Present Tense, Frottage) – John is late, and he hasn’t called, and Sherlock works himself into a state. Part 1 of Love and Ysaye

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarrassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

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...

Pillow Talk by scullyseviltwin (M, 5,183 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angsty Fluff, PIllow Talk, Bed Sharing, Worried John, First Time Morning After, Soft Sherlock, Sexuality Discussion, Love Confessions, Kisses and Cuddles) – John has been looking at Sherlock for ages, it feels like.

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

Captain John Watson, Genetics, and Other Crazy Things by cyerus (M, 5,581 w., 1 Ch. || Torchwood Crossover || Humour / Crack, Jealous Sherlock, Sexual Magnet John, Captain John, UST / RST, Three Continents Watson) – The explanation for John "Three Continents" Watson? Jack Harkness is his father. Sherlock doesn't know whether he's going to die from jealousy or sexual frustration first.

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

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It's a perfectly normal thing to do.If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that's no one's business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

where the good things grow by anchors (M, 7,066 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Magical Realism, Gardens, Tea, Friends to Lovers) – "I have a magic garden." As come-ons go, John's heard worse.

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Sometimes When We Touch by kedgeree (M, 7,755 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss/Time, Inappropriate Giggling, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Virgin Sherlock, John Whump, Touching) – John might be touching Sherlock a little more often than is strictly necessary. Sherlock probably hasn't even noticed. Right...?

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

My Life for His by QuinnAnderson (E, 8,816 w., 1 Ch. || Guardian/Protector, Greek Mythology || Growing Up, Sex, Religious Themes, Suicide, Minor Character Death) – It began when Sherlock was eight, and he attempted to climb all the way up to the highest branch in the old willow tree in his back garden. He'd thought he was still small enough that it could support him, but the second he'd grabbed hold of it to pull himself up, the branch snapped, and down he went, plummeting a solid twenty metres.The odd thing was, he never actually hit the ground.

The Very Unlikely Existence of a Flightless Bird in a Tuxedo by cwb (E, 8,829 w., 1 Ch. || Poetry, Penguins / Animals / Zoos, First Kiss / Time, Blow / Hand Jobs, Sleepy Cuddles, Endearments, Friendship / Love, Adorable / Sleepy Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock Can’t Say Penguin) – A case at the zoo reveals something John finds cute about Sherlock. A conversation ensues, and so does happy endings.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he's moved back. He's on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust.It's unopened. John's face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

Inked in Memory by 221b_hound (E, 9,716 w., 2 Ch. || Post-HLV, Tattoos, First Kiss / Time, Anal, Cuddling, Scars, Captain John, Kissing, Switchlock) – John has been back at Baker Street for a year, following the debacle that ended in Mary's death. Things are good. Back almost to what they used to be. Sherlock might wish they were something else, now, but he only has himself to blame, he thinks. It's too late, now, for the things he first denied before he'd ruined any chances he might have had. Sherlock also thinks that people who get tattoos are idiots. But perhaps he's about to learn a thing or two, not least of which might be it's not as late as he thinks it is. Part 1 of Lock and Key

The Haunting of 221B Baker Street by earlgreytea68 (M, 10,388 w., 2 Ch. || Post TRF, Halloween / Ghosts, Pining Sherlock, Ghost Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Angry Sex, Ghost Sex, Love Confessions, Open / Ambiguous Ending) – In which Sherlock Holmes is a ghost.

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

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

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

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

Let's Make a Bed Out in the Rain by theimprobable1 (M, 17,664 w., 11 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, First Kiss, Unrequited, Jealous Sherlock, Protective Sherlock) – John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock's body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn't as sure...

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

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Romance, First Time) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w., 6 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He's charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?

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

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

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

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

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

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Time, Reunion, Jealous John, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending) – When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away...

Turn Left at the Park by Glenmore (NR (E), 37,409 w., 28 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting / ASiP Divergence, Case Fic, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Loneliness, No Mary, Possessive Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, Nightmares/PTSD, Sherlock Saves John, Sherlock Whump-ish, Doctor John) – So what would have happened if John hadn't walked through the park and met Stamford?What if, instead, he walked around the park and just went home?

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

In the Still of the Night by SilentAuror (E, 42,234 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It / Post-S4, Sherlock POV, Angst, Drama, Romance, Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Misunderstandings / Miscommunications, Case Fic, Travelling, Pining) – As locals on the Northeastern coast begin to report UFO sightings, life at Baker Street becomes significantly awkward as John brings up his desire for more than friendship and Sherlock refuses him. They embark on the investigation from the confines of the tiny cottage Mycroft has rented for them, attempting to navigate both the clues of the case as well as their own inability to communicate...

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

Sentenced by SarahKnight (T, 44,777 w., 30 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Alternate S4 Canon, Drama, Angst, Pining, Feelings are Hard) – Virtual series 4 opener. Sherlock's in prison being targeted by a murderer, John's married to a pregnant assassin and Moriarty's back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w., 12 Ch. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock's first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

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

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

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

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

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

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || Alternate Future AU || , Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w., 11 Ch. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

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

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

How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian (E, 144,931 w., 31 Ch. || Changling AU || Slow Burn, Drug Use, Mentions of Child Abuse / Bullying, Mentions of Student/Teacher Relations, Uni-Age) – In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he's destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes.

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w., 28 Ch. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn't have much choice. There's only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

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

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glamrockmonarch · 5 years

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Brian wouldn't be amused by the way I start my sentences...but oh well!

So I was browsing as one does first thing in the morning...and I saw this beauty of a post. Which was so short and precise, straight to the point...everything I am not. Naturally, I thought to myself "thats so cute!" And then I got hit by another post by someone else (I cannot find it, my app reloaded AHHH! TUMBLR MOBILE APP HELL!) where I saw some soft pictures of Joe with children...So...

I present to you:

Baby Fever: an AU

Aka a side project for this fine blog to forever be too much for me.

It's a series where I will just let out some steam from my soft soft heart in the form of writing about Daddy!Ben, Daddy!Gwil, Daddy!Rami, Daddy!Joe, and why the fuck not: Mama!Lucy. All in the same AU for my personal enjoyment!

And we're starting with Joe. Enjoy!

Second Time Around

Summary: You and Joe have a complex relationship, friends to lovers? Ah, yes? Now married for four years with a two year old boy to call your own, things lately have been busy for Joe, and you have put a hold on baby no. 2...Or have you?

"Joe?" You somehow manage to open the door while carrying the bag full of groceries.

The day has been menacing with rain since early in the morning and you knew you had very little time to get around your chores before it started pouring. You also had a busy night ahead of you, with the baseball on tonight, you know your husband will definitely want to cuddle with you and watch the game. Hence the beer and frozen pizza still in your car.

"Yes?" You heard two voices, different in their entirety coming from the hall.

Looking up, you felt a little helpless; struggling to keep the bag in your hands as you tried to make your way into the open kitchen space. Peaceful as ever Joe came into view in one of his sweatpants and a shirt, your beautiful little boy perched up on his hip giggling at Joe's beard that he kept playfully rubbing against his son's soft cheek and nose.

"Dada!" He wiggled in his arms.

"Obviously the one that goes to the gym and allegedly carried 70 pounds on Monday!" You huffed on your way past them.

You were just so drained from all energy you really needed Joe's help.

Joe gave baby Joey a look and rushed to say hello to you, as he had been busy that morning and didn't get to spend much time with you other than breakfast and that short moment when you kissed his lips before her drove Joe to daycare so you could get a head start on everything.

"Here, I'll get those," Joe said as he handed you Joe and let you take a breath.

You enjoyed those little moments when everything fit in so well. Joe was your best friend before you started going out romantically. You knew he had his history with other women, and he was a few years older than you...but you came to see him as something else. Joe seemed to realise you were all he ever needed and wanted at about the same time; it was a matter of weeks before you were official, after years of friendship but anyway: you moved quite fast! And it never felt like it was happening that fast at all, nor that you needed to catch to something. It was your own pace and it worked perfectly for you.

Now you ask Joey about his day and smile at him as he goes on and on about what he did at the day care today and what fun he had with Dada after he picked him up.

"Oh, you got invited to a party?" You opened your eyes wide.

Joey giggled and nodded while Joe came in through the door, kicking it closed behind him as he handled every remaining bag. Kudos to him: he didn't drop a thing.

Joe gave his son a smile and turned to you, acting as if he had been smelling around.

"I think we have a visit from Stinky, babe."

Joe pinched his nose once he put everything down on the counter.

You giggled and looked at Joey, who did need a shower but still acted as he was wondering who Joe could be talking about.

"I'll get started," you nodded up at the ceiling and Joe got it, starting to put the groceries in place. "Don't be late, captain!"

You took your son upstairs and ran the bath for him, making sure you had all his toys. After you tied your hair up and you got Joey undressed to put in the bath which he enjoyed very much.

"Mammy, do the thing with the shampoo!" He jumped around in the tub.

It was as if that was Joe's cue, he walked in then and made his way to the two of you.

"Alright, little man...that's Daddy's gig!"

You took a step back and let Joe do his thing, fooling around with Joey during bath time, not that you didn't join in...

And in fact it was a fun part of your day, laughing with your two favourite men in the world as Joey giggled with the towel wrapped around his little body.

It was safe to say that Joey was out as soon as you got him dressed in his pjs, this was maybe one of those moments that were simply yours regardless of Joe being home or not: your baby will always prefer being safely wrapped in your arms as he doses off to sleep. And that's exactly what he did while Joe read a bedtime story to him, which your little one didn't pay much attention to.

Finally, you sat with Joe downstairs in the living room wearing your comfy sweats and a tank top, sighing and laying your head on his shoulder you got around to watching the game. Joe wrapped his arm around you and held you, he could tell there had been something on your mind for the past couple of days but he knew better than to push you onto talking: you would talk to him when you were ready and that was more than okay.

"Joe?" You finally let out.

"Yes, YN?"

Joe played it cool because he didn't want to sound too eager to listen but he was curious and he was starting to get concerned.

"I'm pregnant."

The game was still on when you blurted the words out, regardless, Joe straightened up and turned to you. You sat up right as well, turning to him.

"You...what?"

Joe seemed to go pale, he knew you didn't want to have a baby at the moment, he was working more and he would be away from home for a while that year. You talked about it and agreed you would wait till next year...and yet: here you were sitting next to him looking some kind if way.

Joe examined your expression for a second and he knew what he was seeing. You were not scared, you couldn't be! You've done this before. And you were not mad either, a baby would never be a reason to make you mad... You were worried. You had every right to be, because you knew the struggles of pregnancy and you knew how hard and how easy some things had been even with Joe by your side so knowing now that you would be doing most of the journey without him and with Joey to care for was placing questions and worries in your mind.

"The doctor told me on Wednesday." You explained, "7 weeks."

Joe opened his mouth in astonishment, he didn't expect this news at all, it had only been a few weeks since you switched from the injections to the pill. He expected something else like you wanting to tag along for the five month shoot he was going on in July. He covered his mouth with his hand and then reached out to hold you, his arms wrapped tight and secure around your sensitive frame.

"Babe, that's wonderful!"

Joe kissed the top of your head to sooth you, he was already starting to feel his heart swell with love for your little baby.

"Yeah..." You mumbled on his shoulder and held on to him for what he felt was the longest he held you ever. "But I'm worried you'll miss most of this." You pulled away and put your hand on your still very normal not-pregnant-looking belly.

Joe gave you a side smile and brought his hand on top of yours, his thumb caressing your knuckles.

"YN, I'll find a way. Promise."

You looked into each other's eyes and although you didn't want to, you let out some tears. Which Joe quickly wiped away, kissing your cheeks he grabbed you and held you closer to him so you were almost completely laying on top of him with your head on his chest.

"You looked so pretty in those maternity panties...can't wait till they come back out!"

Strangely enough, Joe really did enjoy touching and holding you when you were pregnant the first time. He would always hold your hand at least, but mostly he loved to spoon you and run his hands all over your baby bumb all the way till the end of your pregnancy. He wasn't going to lie, he also quite enjoyed having sex with you during that time, it seemed something less kinky and more intimate than usual.

"Joe..." he made you giggle, which was his goal.

"Wait, does this mean I get to grow a dadstache?"

"Joe-no." You put your hand on his chest.

"Joe, ah-yes!"

Baby Fever Masterlist《《

#a fic nobody aaked for #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello #baby fever au

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chromecutie · 5 years

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Not A Ghost - part 14

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Taglist: @emma-frxst @ra-ra-rasputiin @holamor @empressme-bitch @marvel-is-perfection @hazilyimagine @marvel-forever-17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash @whitewitchdown @master-sass-blast @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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Piotr looked for his wife after Wade and Cable left, and found her in their bedroom. “Ah!” His face lit when he saw her in the old velvet chair by the window, before he realized she was sulking. He lifted the hot cup he’d brought with him. “I have tea for you,” he said warmly as he crossed to sit in the other chair opposite her.

Rhonda put down the lightbulb she had been holding on the little table. She accepted the cup with a soft, “Thank you.”

They were quiet for a while, Rhonda sipping at the tea, avoiding eye contact while Piotr watched how her fingers curled around the ceramic. He noticed how she almost always kept her right hand with the missing finger obscured by her other hand, the cup, or the sleeve of her cardigan.

“Wade and Cable left,” he said.

He took another breath to add to it, but Rhonda interjected, “I’m sorry. About earlier. I’m so sorry - I don’t know how to explain it, I just…” Her brows pinched and raised in the middle, but her gaze didn’t leave her tea. Her knuckles were a little white around the mug.

Piotr remembered Cable outing her about being "scared of everyone," and wilted. “Sladkaya, nyet, nyet!” He cupped one of his hands around hers and touched her chin with one knuckle to get her to look at him. “I’m sorry. I should have told them to wait a few days, today was no good.” He swiped his thumb over her cheek - she had washed off the oval of paint from this morning, leaving the teardrop tattoos visible again. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he assured. Since she was wearing her cardigan again, he figured she had washed off the rest of the paint too.

She still wasn’t used to him being constantly armored, but his touch was still his touch and there was comfort in it. The steam was no longer curling from her tea, but it was still warm. In a few more generous sips, she finished it and set the cup on the table. Piotr had laid his hands on the surface, watching carefully as Rhonda pulled up her feet into the chair with her. There were things he didn’t understand about her now, and he wanted to fix that. Figuring out the right questions to ask and how to ask them was delicate, and it would take time.

“For what it’s worth,” he said, “they like you.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t completely hide her smirk. “Captain Surly and Mr. Can’t Stop Drawing Dicks like me? Wow.”

Piotr looked away, but his smile widened. “You have always been easy to like, sladkaya,” he said softly.

Rhonda sighed, “Don’t...call me that.”

His smile died and he asked with a confused frown, “Sladk--why?”

She shook her head and somehow withdrew even further into the chair. “Because I’m not...sladkaya anymore, there’s nothing sweet about me.”

For a full minute, he didn’t even know what to say to that. Stunned, he watched her in silence, his heart pounding. Finally he simply said, “Nyet,” and scooped her into his arms.

He laid on the bed, propped against the headboard, with his wife nestled in his arms on top of him. He tried to breathe slowly, let his heart slow down so she didn’t hear the vibrating give away how bothered he was. “The way we fit together like this?” Piotr said gently, fingers sinking into her hair. “That is sladkaya. This morning, in the shower, when I armored down - how you smiled? Sladkaya.” He kissed the top of her head and let his lips linger. “The way you threw your arms around Ellie when you first saw her after you came home. How happy you were when you saw the zhostovo I painted on your arm. When you-” he paused when he heard her sniffle and felt her ribcage contract in a muted sob.

Tears stung his own eyes as Piotr eased his fingers over her hair and concluded, “I spent so long...wishing I could hold you again, just like this. I love you, Rhonda. I love you so very much. So, no. I will not stop calling you sladkaya, and I will not stop pointing out my reasons why.” He punctuated with briefly tightening his embrace.

Rhonda took a couple deep breaths before she responded in a shaky voice, “I love you too, Piotr. You’re the best.” Part of her knew he was right, but a bigger part of her just didn’t feel it. That part knew how the Icebox had forced her to compromise everything she believed in, and it was hard to shake being disgusted with herself for it.

She listened with her cheek on his chest to the muted beating of his heart, like a giant clock ticking in the distance. His arm around her back keenly felt when her breathing evened out and she had stopped crying. He thought she might have fallen asleep when she finally said, “I survived because I thought of you every day.” Rhonda lifted her head to look at him. “I had to get home to you, there was no help coming, there was no other option.” She had a moment of hesitation, before she rolled off Piotr and pulled up the left leg of her pajama pants. High on her inner thigh, there was a scar that sank inward. “This is the one fight,” she said softly, “where I really thought...this is it, I’m done. There was just...too much blood.” The scar was near her femoral artery. Piotr gingerly touched the edges of the scar, his gut in knots as if it was a fresh wound. The scar looked a few years old.

Rhonda continued, “But then I thought--if none of my letters ever got to you, you’d never know what happened. So...I dragged myself back to my cell and tied my sheets around my leg. In the morning, I woke up, and I was still alive.” She sagged against the headboard and heaved a sigh.

Piotr watched her frown deepen and he asked, “Was there something else?”

She chewed her lip and pulled her pants leg back down.

“I killed the person who did this. This was her lucky shot she got in, thinking she was gonna take me with her.” Rhonda shook her head, “Wasn’t that lucky.”

Piotr took a slow breath. His wife was willingly opening up about a few details. He knew he should feel some kind of way, but he could only focus on one fact. “You never gave up,” he said in awe. Guilt gnawed at his heart. He had.

He shifted so he could face her better, and held her hand. “I can’t say the same, and I will always regret it.”

“You mean the part where you had a funeral, or the part where you started seeing someone, while I was murdering people to stay alive?” Rhonda said it matter-of-factly, with no particular edge, but Piotr still flinched as if she had.

“I ended things with Michelle,” he said, unsure what else he should say.

Rhonda nodded, and rubbed his fingers with her thumb where their hands met. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

Piotr proceeded as if he was walking on ice in the Siberian spring, “You don’t seem...as upset as I thought you might be.”

A deep breath raised her shoulders, and with it she lifted her brows in a miniscule shrug. “I don’t know what good it does to be mad about it.” She sandwiched his hand between both of hers and caressed his knuckles. “If I really had been dead...you did exactly what I would have wanted for you. You moved forward with your life and kept living. It just...” She looked into his eyes, “It is what it is.” It didn’t hurt any less, but Rhonda pushed it down anyway. She pulled him a little closer so she could rest her palm against his cheek.

He leaned into her touch and promised, “We will keep moving forward. Together.”

Rhonda smiled, and the circles under her eyes weren’t as dark. “[I love you,]” she said in Russian.

He leaned in and kissed her before returning, “[I love you too.]”

“I gotta ask, though,” she frowned and shook her head. One thing was still definitely under her skin. “Why do you let her call you Petey? Petey? Ew.” Her face scrunched in revulsion at Americanizing her Russian husband’s name.

Piotr grimaced, “Ahhh, that.” He pulled away, and his cringe brought his shoulders up to his ears, bracing himself. “When we first met, she had trouble pronouncing my name, so I told her Peter was fine. And from there she went to Petey.”

Rhonda’s jaw fell open, eyes wide. She said in that perfect accent, “Piotr Nikolaevich!” Her head pulled back and gave a little shake, “How hard was that?” Another thing hit her. “Babe? I got fluent in Russian for you, and then you dated someone who can’t even pronounce your name?”

Her husband hedged, waggling a hand, “Well, mostly fluent.”

She snapped her fingers, “When you brought me to Russia to meet your family, I understood every word of what people were saying.”

“If they spoke slowly.”

“But I got every word.” Piotr chuckled and Rhonda’s moderately offended face turned to a devilish smirk. “I remember the guy at that bar trying to get under your skin and asked you what my kiska tastes like.” She was trying to keep from laughing, “And you told him it was like bad herring, just to watch him get grossed out so he’d quit bothering us.”

Piotr erupted in a rich guffaw, clapping a hand over his mouth. “That's right! Oh, I never knew you had caught that!”

She cocked her head and raised her hands, “Fluent Russian.” Even after addressing the elephant in the room named Michelle, it felt good to laugh. When their laughter subsided, she shook her finger at him, “My point--is that next time I die, you better step it up with who you date next. How many years did you spend learning English? Don’t settle for someone who won’t do you the same respect and learn some Russian.” She playfully shoved his shoulder and stood.

Grabbing her phone and earbuds gifted by Ellie, and the lightbulb from Hank, she asked, “What’s the spare room situation these days?”

Piotr thought a moment, figuring out a room far enough from anyone’s living quarters, but repaired enough for whatever she planned on doing. “There should be something in the upper floors of the east wing,” he nodded, “I’ll walk you there.”

It took a few tries, but eventually they found a room that would work. The heavy drapes were full of dust, but they helped cut down on the echoing emptiness. The wiring was all fried, but that wasn’t an issue. The old wood floor had a lot of dust and small debris, which Piotr insisted he sweep up before letting his wife practice in there. “No reason to risk stepping on some shrapnel,” he chided. “Besides, this way you can dance, if you feel like it.” This part of the house was quiet--almost too quiet for Rhonda, but that didn’t matter as much once she either put in her earbuds or played music through the phone’s speakers.

Piotr asked, “Is there anything else I can help with?”

Rhonda shrugged and gave a sad smile, “What can you do?” She brandished the lightbulb. “I’m just trying to light this. Then we’ll figure out what’s next.”

“Yes we will,” Piotr kissed the top of her head and edged for the door. “If I don’t see you by dinner, I will come look for you here.”

After his footsteps faded, Rhonda started the playlist and focused on the lightbulb.

#colossus #colossus x oc #piotr rasputin x oc #piotr rasputin #angst #longfic

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svucarisiaddict · 5 years

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Is there a p. 2 to protected by sonny? I’ve been catching up on some stories and that ending... omg!!!!

//so I wrote and posted this a while back but I didn’t add it to the master list! I procrastinate a lot when it comes to updating. Anyway, here it is. Promise you won’t hate me after you read it!//

“You okay in there?” Sonny’s muffled voice came through the closed bathroom door. “Been in there awhile.”

“I’m fine, Sonny,” you responded exasperatedly. “I’ll be out in a second.” Sonny was standing outside the door when you swung it open. You rolled your eyes and brushed past him.

“I made you a cup of tea. Want to watch a movie?” Sonny suggested as he started to follow you into the bedroom.

“Nope,” you answered.

“You okay? You're being extra cranky today.”

You spun around short of the bedroom threshold. “I don’t want to watch a movie or a damn cup of tea. And yeah I’m cranky. I'm six months pregnant and for the last month, I’ve had either you or Liv or some other cop up my ass. I need five fucking minutes to myself, Sonny!” For a second you felt bad when you saw the pained expression on Sonny’s face as you closed the bedroom door.

“You want space? You got it doll.” The sound of Sonny’s footsteps echoed down the hall. You pushed yourself away from the door.

“Nice, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself. The bed was still unmade from earlier that morning, it crossed your mind to make it but decided to crawl in bed a wrap up in the comforter instead.

When you opened your eyes, the bedroom was mostly dark except for a sliver of light coming under the door. “I’m hungry too little man,” you patted your belly. “Let’s see what we got in the fridge.”

The apartment was quiet and still. No Sonny. No Gus. Sonny left a note for you on the table. I made chicken and noodle soup. Taking Gus for a walk. I’m sorry I’ve been crowding you. I’ll be back later. Love you both.

“Okay. Looks like it’s just me and you kid.” After eating, you curled up on the couch and flicked through the channels before deciding on some reality show. It was a mind-numbing show which was what you needed. “I am such a jerk,” you murmured as you thought about your earlier exchange with Sonny.

Just as you were about to text him, there was a knock at the door. Sonny must have forgotten his key. You pushed yourself up from the couch and shuffled toward the door. “You forget your-”

“Hello again, honey,” Joseph sneered. Immediately you tried to close the door, but he forced it open pushing you off balance causing you to fall.

Your head made a sickening thud as it hit the hardwood floor. The pain shot through your head, instantly making you nauseous and making your ears ring. You screwed your eyes closed and put a hand to your head then your belly. The last thing you remember was Joseph leaning down, saying something you couldn’t hear, then a vile grin spread across his face.

The apartment was full of cops, CSU and the squad. Sonny was standing, staring at the spot where your head hit the floor and left a small amount of blood.

Liv placed a hand on his shoulder. “Carisi.”

He dashed away tears with the back of his hand. “We had an argument this evenin’. She uh, she was tired of me coddling her. So, I took Gus for a walk to give her some space, ya know. She was sleeping. Thought I’d be back before she even woke up.”

“This was not your fault Sonny. He shot the cop we had posted outside. He planned this-”

“Like hell, this isn’t my fault,” Sonny spat out. “I’m her husband. I promised I’d protect her. That Joseph would never hurt her again. I left…” Tears spilled down his face.

“Oh, Sonny.” Liv gathered Sonny in her arms. “We'll find her. I promise you.”

“Time to wake up,” Joseph's voice broke through your foggy brain. He clapped his hands.

“Ahhh..” you groaned. Your head felt like it weighed a ton and had a dull ache made want to keep your eyes screwed closed. Your other arm was wrapped protectively around your abdomen.

You were in a small, dark one-room apartment with nicotine stained walls. There was sparse furniture randomly placed around the room, including the stained, odorous couch you were lying on. Stale smoke and a pungent, stinging odor invaded your nostrils. The combination made you nauseous.

Joseph roughly sat you up, grabbed your wrists bound them with rope along with your ankles. “Ow,” you croaked. “Why are you doing this?” You turned your eyes up to Joseph and was met with cold, empty eyes.

He leaned in close, his breath hot in your ear. Cheap whiskey and cigarettes on his breath made your stomach roll. “Why?”, he questioned quietly. “Because you put me in prison you stuck up bitch!” He yelled in your ear.

“Yeah. And you know why,” you shot back. A glimpse of his hand in your peripheral vision was all you saw before he made contact with your cheek. It felt like your cheek and eye were going to explode.

“Now. Maybe you’ll be a little more amenable. Why don’t we call that husband of yours? I’m sure he’s been waiting to hear from us.”

“It’s been three hours.” Sonny ran his hand through his already tousled hair. I can’t sit here and do nothin’,” Sonny grabbed his coat from the chair and headed for the door.

“Carisi. No. Not a good idea,” Amanda asserted. “If you get a call, or they try to contact you-”

Fin approached the group. “We got Joseph on security cam carrying Y/N out of the building-”

“Carrying her?” Sonny’s phone rang, He furrowed his brow at the unknown number. “Carisi.”

“Well hello, there Detective. How ya been?” Joseph’s voice came down the line. Sonny signaled who it was and a trace was started.

“You son of a bitch. Let her go. If you hurt her-”

“You are not really in a place to tell me what to do. So here’s the deal. You get me some things I want, then we’ll talk,” Joseph remarked.

“I want to hear her voice,” Sonny stated.

“I’ll do ya one better.”

Sonny’s phone dinged. When Sonny opened the text he covered his mouth. Your face was red, and your eye swollen and your hands and feet were bound. “What do you want, Joseph?” Sonny inquired, doing his best to keep his voice steady. “I’ll get you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her.”

“I’ll call you back in an hour with my demands. You better answer.” The line went dead.

The tech signaled that the call was traced. “Let’s move. Get ESU, and call Tucker. We’re going to need a negotiator,” Liv ordered.

“What do we know?” Ed asked as he walked with Liv into the command center.

“Perp name is Joseph Andres. Got released two months ago after serving three years of a ten-year sentence for aggravated assault.”

“Detective Carisi’s wife?”

“Yeah. We’ve been trying to catch him for weeks. He killed an officer then kidnapped Y/N,” Liv informed him. “She’s six months pregnant.”

“Jesus. Made any demands?”

“No. He should be calling Carisi back soon.”

Tucker nodded his head. “He’s here? How is he holding up?”

“Not good,” Liv replied.

Joseph pushed the curtain open slightly with the barrel of his gun. “Shit. Fucking cops everywhere.” He paced the floor between you and the window. You held your breath anytime he got close to you.

“Just let me go,” you pleaded, “and they’ll all leave. You can still get out of-”

“Shut. Up. God, you never knew when to shut up,” he cut in. “I’m getting something for my troubles.” He picked his phone up and dialed.

Sonny sat in the mobile command center staring at his phone, willing it to ring. His mind started to wonder. His life before you had been good. He loved his job, his family and had some good friends. But something was missing. It wasn’t until he met you that he figured out what that was. He was smitten that second you walked into the room. Sonny smiled. It took a bit longer to convince you. Sonny jumped when his phone started ringing. “Joseph what do you-”

“Let me talk to someone out there who knows what they’re doing,” Joseph snapped.

Sonny handed the phone to Tucker. “Joseph. This is Captain Tucker. Before we get started, I need a sign of good faith Y/N is okay.”

“Sonny?” Your panicked voice made Sonny squeeze his eyes closed.

“I’m here doll. I lo-”

“That’s quite enough of that. Here’s what I want.” Joseph had a laundry list of items. “You have two hours.”

“That’s going to be tight, Joseph.”

“Not my problem, now is it? Oh and Detective Carisi the cash personally.” He snarled into the phone then hung up.

“Okay, Sonny.” Fin started. “Get in there, get your girl then get the hell out.”

Sonny nodded. “Got it Sarg.”

“If anything goes wrong, we can be in there in there less than 10 seconds,” Liv said reassuringly and squeezed his shoulder.

Sonny grabbed the straps of the duffel bag, slung it over his shoulder and started to the door of the abandoned building. He took a deep breath. ‘What if he couldn’t pull this off and you got hurt or the baby got hurt. It was just recently revealed that you were having a boy. Sonny had been thrilled to learn he was going to have a son although he would have been just as happy to have a daughter.

“Okay, Joseph. Detective Carisi is on his way up with the money. He’s unarmed,” Tucker informed Joseph as Sonny entered the building.

“Did you hear that? He’s coming to rescue you. A knight in shining armor.” Joseph gave you a malicious grin.

Sonny. The one person that could make this all go away. Make it all better. You squeezed your eyes shut. Sonny was your person. He was your world. He had brought so much good into your life. He taught you to trust again, love again. And how could someone not love Sonny? A faint smile crossed your lips.

“Snap out of it, bitch-”

“Call my wife another name or lay another finger on her and that’s going to be the last thing you do,” Sonny said confidently.

Joseph’s flashed with fear for a second before he recovered. He leveled his gun to your abdomen. “I think I’m holding all the cards, Detective.”

Sonny dropped the bag beside him on the stained carpet. “Don’t do this Joseph. You shot her, you’re going away forever this time. Take the money and go.”

“Joseph, please.” You begged for the life of your unborn baby, your life, Sonny’s life. It was a simple plea. One that you hope would reach whatever little amount of humanity he may have left in him.

Joseph lowered the gun tucking into the band of his pants letting you breathe a sigh of relief. He pulled a knife from a holder on his side and leaned over you. He put the knife to the side of your face. “You owe me one,” he whispered lowly. Then leaned over and cut the ties on your hands and ankles. You gingerly massaged your wrists and move them around. All you wanted to do was run to Sonny’s arms. Feel the safety they provided. He turned to Sonny. “Give me the vest,” he demanded of Sonny gesturing to his flak jacket.

“Okay. You got it. All yours.” Sonny slowly slid the vest off and laid it on the bag backing away.

Joseph kept his gun on Sonny while making his way over and putting the jacket on. He grabbed the bag and started to walk out the door. “Oh, Y/N. Remember when I said if I can’t be happy, neither could you?”

The gunshot rang out in the small room and then another. Time stood still. You screamed you know you did. “No! No!” Rushing over to where Sonny was on the floor you went to your knees beside him. “Sonny? Babe.” You pushed your hand to his abdomen where the bullet entered.

“Doll?” He said in a rough voice. “Oww,” he hissed through his teeth. “I love you. Have since the first day I laid eyes on you.”

“I love you too Sonny. So much. I’m sorry for snapping earlier, I-” you choked back a sob.

“Hey. Stop. It’s-ahh- it’s okay. ” He put a hand to your stomach. “I love you too little man.”

ESU, Liv, Fin, officers flooded the room. “We need medics in here now!” Liv called out.

“Joseph is gone. Self-inflicted gunshot the head. He knew he wasn’t gettin’ out of here alive,” Fin stated.

“It’s gonna be okay, doll,” Sonny whispered and was able to give you a weak smile as you held him in your arms pushing the hair from his face.

“I know it will be.” You smiled then kissed his lips.

//three months later//

Matteo Sonny Carisi was born two days before his Dad’s birthday. You sat in the nursery, slowly rocking your newborn son. He was sated having just finished nursing. Just like his Daddy, always happy after having a good meal. A smile crossed your lips. You ran a finger down his nose and across his chubby cheek.

“I’m going to tell you a story about your Daddy. His name was Sonny too. He was so excited to be a Daddy and loved your from the second we knew you existed. Your Daddy was the epitome of good. He was the most caring, loving and trustworthy person I have ever met. And I was one of the lucky ones to be loved by him. And I loved him, still love him. So much. He protected people. He protected us with his own life.” You laid Matteo down in his crib and continued to watch him for a few more minutes. “Goodnight sweet boy. Tomorrow I’ll tell you more about your Daddy.

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elles-choices · 5 years

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I do (Chris x MC - NSF*W)

Pairing: Chris x MC (Laura)

Words Count: about 3000

Summary: Chris’ and Laura’s wedding day is almost there and they can’t wait to finally be married.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Choices by Pixel Berry

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„'Cause every time before it's been like

Maybe yes and maybe no

I can live without it, I can let it go

Ooh, what did I get myself into

You make we wanna say I do“, I do, Colby Caillat

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It’s less than a week til Chris’ and Laura’s wedding and the preparations are in full swing. The venue for their important day is a vineyard estate in Sonoma as they opted for a rustic wedding.

Laura travelled earlier to San Francisco to welcome their guests and for one last dress fitting. Chris still had a few business appointments to go to in LA before leaving for the wedding and honeymoon in France — he was being expected in Sanfran for the rehearsal dinner, one day before the wedding.

After a busy day, Chris arrives home and calls Laura:

„Hi, beautiful. How was your day?“

„Hi, handsome! It was okay but I missed you. What about yours? You sound tired!“, she says worried.

„Yeah, my day was busy and then I went out with the guys for a drink… I’m so glad I’m home“, he sighs exhausted, „I talked to my mom earlier and she said you guys had a fitting appointment?!“, he chuckles, „She said you were the most beautiful bride she had ever seen and that I was definitely going to cry… but we already knew that. It’s going to be impossible to marry the love of my life without being emotional“.

Laura giggles, „Aww, for what’s worth, I am sure I’m going to cry too“, she lays down on her hotel bed, „What are you up to?“

„Talking to you… thinking about you… missing you… wishing you were here“, he lies on the couch, smiling.

„You are so sweet... I can’t wait to see you, Chris. Can’t you fly in earlier?“

„Sadly no, but I want you to know that I’ve been missing you since the moment I dropped you off at the airport… I love you more than anything“, he closes his eyes, „Only two more days and I’ll be there, babe“, his voice is quiet and gentle.

„In three days I’ll be your wife, Chris… your Mrs. Powell. I hope you know that millions of hearts throughout the US will break the moment you say ‚I do‘“, she giggles.

„Well, too bad for them. All I need is you, my Mrs. Powell“, he smiles.

Laura closes her eyes and yawns, „I have a lot to do tomorrow… I better go to sleep now, love. Talk tomorrow?!“, she asks.

He chuckles, „First thing in the morning, my love! Sweet dreams, I love you“, he says.

„Sweet dreams, Chris. I love you too“

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Chris arrives at the restaurant for the rehearsal dinner with his mother and siblings and sees that everybody is already there. He walks through the crowd, greeting each one of them and stopping at Kaitlyn and Abbie.

„Hey, you two! Haven’t see you in a few months! How are you guys doing?“, he says hugging them.

„There you are, captain!“, Kaitlyn smiles, „Yeah, been busy with my band but I wouldn’t miss the wedding of the century for the world“.

„Me neither!“, Abbie says, „Tyler and I have been busy with our company but we tried to keep up with your games, Chris. You killed it this football season! And congrats on your new contract and Rookie Award!“, she smiles, clapping him on the back.

Chris blushes, still not grasping how much he has accomplished in a year, „Thank you, guys!“, he looks around, „Where is Laura by the way? I haven’t seen her yet!“

Kaitlyn chuckles „Don’t worry, Powell. She will be here any minute now! In the meanwhile, why don’t you go say hi to Zig, Becca, Zack and Tyler over there“, she points to the other side of the room.

„Awesome! Talk to you guys later“, he smiles and excuses himself.

Ten minutes later, Laura arrives at the restaurant with her parents. She is wearing a white bodycon dress; her brown hair is falling over her shoulders and she smiles when she sees him. Chris turns around following everybody’s gaze and sees his beautiful bride walking in, making her way to him. He greets her with a wide smile.

„Hey, love. You look stunning!“, he kisses her gently on the lips, one hand on the smallest of her back and the other on the back of her neck.

„Chris, everybody is looking at us“, she whispers against his lips.

„Let them! I’m just saying hello to my future wife, they will understand“, he smirks, resting his forehead on hers, „I wish we could spare a few minutes, only you and me!“, his hands around her waist.

„Maybe later but right now we should focus on our guests, baby!“, she kisses him one last time, taking his hand and going to make their rounds.

After dinner, when people were busy with their last drinks before heading to their hotels, Chris approaches Laura, „Hey beautiful“, he shows her some keys, „Care to follow me?“, he smirks.

Laura looks around, whispering, „What do you have in mind, Powell?“. He winks at her, taking her hand and heading to a door outside the reception room.

„We are going to the rooftop for a few minutes alone“, he says, „I got the keys from the owner of the restaurant, we should have about 15 minutes before they notice that we are gone“. They walk up the stairs to the 4th floor and up to the roof. „Ahhh, alone at last!“, he says pressing her against the door.

„Oh, I thought you wanted to admire the view!“, she giggles.

„That’s exactly what I plan on doing…“, he leans in for a kiss on her neck, tracing kissed down to her shoulder. „I missed you, beautiful“

„I missed you too, Chris“, she says and a moan escapes her lips. „What are you plans for this secret date?“

„You will find out in a second“, he pulls her dress up, until it reaches her hips exposing her underwear and kneels before her, slipping a finger inside her panties, pushing it aside and lowering his lips into her slick folds, sucking and licking her - she moans increasingly louder.

„Chris?! We said… no sex til the wedding!“, she says, her eyes closed and her hands on his hair.

„I didn’t say anything, you decided for both of us that two weeks without sex was a good idea… but, well, you only need to ask and I’ll stop“, he looks at her smirking when he sees her face, enjoying his touch. „You are so wet for me, babe… do you really want me to stop?“

„No, please… don’t you dare stopping now!“, she pleads.

After a few minutes, she screams his name, pulling his head into her in pleasure and he smiles. „Wow, someone really enjoyed this one!“, he stands up.

„Oh gosh, I really missed you, honey“, she wraps her hands around his neck, smiling satisfied and he kisses her, giving her a taste of herself. „Is there anything I can do to thank you for your service, captain?“, she places kisses along his jawline.

„Letting me into your room tonight would be a start“, he smirks wiggling his brows.

„Nope, this isn’t happening, Chris… you will have to wait til our wedding night!“, her hands slide from his neck to his chest and lower, stopping on the bulge of his pants, „But I bet there is something else that I could do for you right now…“, she smiles naughtily.

„Hmmm, what do you have in mind?“, he asks, his eyes half opened. She turns him around and this time, she is the one pressing him against the door. She unzips his pants with a smirk on her face and he groans as she brushes her fingers over his massive member. She takes a step back and bends forward, giving him a taste of her warm breath and wet mouth. „Oh God, Laura…“, she work her hands and mouth on him — gradually increasing the speed and depth and he groans louder. After a few minutes he says: „Hun, I… I’m gonna…“, he tries to finish his sentence but he can’t.

„In my mouth…“, she says smiling and it doesn’t take long for him to find his release filling her mouth with his cum.

He chuckles satisfied, „Oh fuck… this was so good, love!“, he looks down seeing her looking up at him, licking every single drop of his fluid.

She stands up again, „I hope you feel better now…“. He pulls her into his arms, smiling and kisses her passionately for a moment. „As much as I’d love to stay here with you, I think we should keep going, it’s getting late and we gotta leave soon“.

Chris kisses her forehead, „You are right. And the faster we fall asleep, the faster I’ll marry you, my love“. He takes her hand and they walk down the stairs to their guests.

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After an early breakfast with her bridesmaids and her parents in her suite at the Four Seasons, Laura drove with her entourage to Sonoma, where she got hair and make up done for her special day. Shortly before she puts her dress on, she received Chris’ wedding present — a black case with a red ribbon, sending him hers, a bottle of one fine Scottish Whisky. She opens up the case and sees a diamond necklace, and a note:

„My love,

I can’t wait to see you walking down the aisle, making your way to me. I hope you like your gift and that it keeps you company until you are by my side… forever!“

I love you and I’m counting the minutes!

Forever yours,

Chris“

Laura smiles, feeling blesses for having him in her life.

After getting dressed, she looks herself one more time in the mirror and hears the door opening, it is her father.

„Hey baby girl, is everything alright?“, he smiles.

„Yes, dad. Can you help me with this necklace though?“, he smiles showing him her wedding gift.

„Wow, this is beautiful. Chris has very good taste, but then again, it shouldn’t be surprise as he is marrying my daughter!“, he lays it on her neck, closing the clasp and leaving her admiring it for a second. „We should get going, sweetie. Chris is already waiting“. She smiles at him and they leave the room.

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Chris seems to be so nervous, waiting for his bride. He looks at the time on his watch and leans in to talk to Zack and Tyler, his best men, „She is already 10 minutes late… do you think she could have changed her mind?“, he says nervous.

Zack laughs, „It’s adorable to see you freaking out because of a girl, Mr. Quarterback of the year…“, he looks at Tyler and they chuckle, „Of course not! She is just being fashionably late. I know Laura and not even the big one could keep her away from you“. Chris smiles nervously, throwing a look at his mother, who looks back very excited. Suddenly the band starts playing and he knows, she is on her way to him.

It takes a few second until he is able to see her. She looks beautiful, he is sure that he has never seen anything more beautiful than her. He smiles and fights back the tears welling up in his eyes. He brushes one tear away from his cheeks shortly before she arrives in front of him. He is so enchanted by her beauty that he barely notices her father. As Stephen puts one hand on his arm, he snaps out of it, looking at him and shaking his hand. „Take good care of my daughter, Christopher! She is one of a kind“, he smiles and leaves.

Chris looks at Laura, smiling like a fool, „I could burst with happiness right now and this is all because of you, my love“, he kisses her on the cheeks.

„I can’t wait to call you my husband, Chris… I love you“, she says.

„I love you too“, he takes her hand and they walk the last few steps to a gazebo, where the ceremony is going to be held.

After a few words from the marriage officiant, Chris reads his vows, crying:

„Laura, we have been through a lot during all these years together. We’ve had many ups and a some downs… I was a fool a couple of times, took you for granted but you never gave up on me. Even through the months we were apart, our love was still very much alive. This time was the worst in my life but it made me understand one thing, there is no me without you. I don’t want to spend one second of my life without the certainty of your love and without making sure you know how much I love you. I promise to love you forever, to respect you, to take care of you and protect you“, he smiles and Laura looks at him, her eyes full of tears, „I wanna be there for you, always by your side, I am your biggest fan and admire. I can’t wait to be your husband and call you my wife. I love you, I need you and I want you in my life forever“. He brushes the tears off her cheeks and realizes that everybody is crying as well.

Laura kisses his hand and says:

„There is no words to express what I am feeling right now. You came into my life, almost by coincidence, knocking me off my feet“, they laugh thinking about their first encounter in Hartfeld, „But you stayed in my life by choice. I have chosen you every day, Chris — through all the difficulties, through all the adjustments, through all the growing up we had to do that led us here, to this place, to this important milestone in our life. I don’t regret anything, I don’t regret choosing you. You are the other half of my heart, my best friend, my biggest supporter and the love of my life. I promise to love you, I may not love you every hour of the day but I will love you every day; I promise to be your biggest cheerleader and your fiercest protector, to respect you and cherish you with every breath I take. I love you and there is nothing I want more than spending the rest of my life with my favorite Quarterback!“. Chris closes his eyes, covering them with his hands and Laura brushes his tears away from his cheeks.

As the ceremony proceeds the minister asks:

„Do you Christopher Powell take Laura Davis, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to share your life openly, standing with her in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in hardship and in ease, to cherish and love forever more?“

„I do“, he answers looking at Laura and smiling.

„Do you Laura Davis take Christopher Powell, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to share your life openly, standing with him in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in hardship and in ease, to cherish and love forever more?“

„I do“, she answers smiling widely.

„By the power invested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife“, he looks at Chris smiling, „You can now kiss your bride, Christopher“. Chris quickly pulls Laura to him, dipping her into a searing kiss, taking her breath away while the audience cheer.

He pulls her back to her feet, smiling, „Mrs. Powell, I love you“.

„Mr. Powell, I love you too“, she smiles. He takes her hand and they walk down the aisle together, heading to their celebration.

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After spending the day with their friends and family it was time for Chris to take his bride back to the hotel. A driver picked them up and they spent the trip back to San Francisco talking about their favorite memories of the day.

As they arrive at the door to the honeymoon suite, Chris smirk at Laura, „I have been looking forward for this moment for a long time now“. Laura giggles brushing her fingers over his cheeks. He opens the door and picks her up, carrying her into the bedroom.

As he puts her down, Laura smiles coyly, resting her hands on his chest, looking deep into his eyes: „A new chapter of our lives starts today… make me yours, Chris“. He smirks, tracing kisses from her neck to her shoulder and turning her gently around to unbutton her wedding dress, letting it fall to the floor. He picks her up again, taking her to bed before removing his own clothes.

„There is nothing in the world more beautiful than you, Mrs. Powell“, he whispers, climbing over her, leaning in for a kiss. She wraps her legs around his waist deepening the kiss. „I want you so bad, Laura“.

„Then take me, the first time as my husband, honey…“, she looks at him so full of love and desire and he looks back at her with the same feelings and intensity. Chris removes her underwear kissing each and every inch of her body. She shivers with every touch of him and her moans get louder with every new sensation.

He holds her gaze and slowly fills her swollen folds, groaning as he feels his manhood stretching her walls. „I love you…“, he says thrusting slowly in and out of her, agonizingly slowly and she begs for more. His hands roaming her body, his mouth kissing her breasts, making her scream. In time, he picks up the pace, thrusting into her faster and deeper, listening to her cries of pleasure. She screams his name and he feels her muscles tightening around him as she convulses. He crashes his lips onto hers, reaching deeper into her, picking up the pace until he finds his release. They stare at each other for a while without say a word, as if it was the first time they’d seen each other, as if they just realized how much they are in love, as if they were the only people in the world. Chris slowly lowers his lips to hers, „My wife… I have longed for your touch. You are my everything“.

„I love you, Chris“, she cups his cheeks enjoying the taste of his mouth.

„I love you... forever“.

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