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#i am sleepy and pining for happiness lol
citrine-elephant · 6 months
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thinking about chris and leon, on their own, being grumpy and miserable
but when they're around each other it's that chaotic kind of friendship where you're up at ungodly hours cackling over the stupidest shit bcuz you're sleep deprived
and then they're yelled at to shut the fuck up cuz other people are trying to sleep-
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promenadewithme · 5 months
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Happy Sappy Hormones
a/n: I know, I know. I've been away for a while. but I have my last final next week and after that I'm turning off med head and turning on writer mode! I've been watching criminal minds and I'm only on s2, but I already have this MASSIVE crush on Spencer Reid. So here's a little blurb I wrote recently. It's not proofread, so forgive me for any mistakes. Pairing: Spencer Read x profiler! you (no use of y/n) Warnings: slightly smutty, but nothing graphic. next chapter is going to be graphic af. um.. let me think... one bed trope, overnight stay at an in, pre-sex, all that tension (at least I aimed for it lol) and pining. Word Count: I have no idea
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Am I sweating? I think I’m sweating. How the hell am I supposed to sleep next to this man? Fuck this stupid inn for having only one room with one bed. How cliche of them.
I peek at him and he’s looking up, head against the wall. Spencer swallows, throat bobbing up and down. He has such a nice profile, sharp nose and jawline, the most pronounced cheekbones you will ever see in real life, brows that always seem to be furrowed in thought, pillowy lips that I can’t help but picture against my own. And that hair… Those fluffy chocolate waves that beg for my fingers to mess up.
He’s soft but manly. Angelic heart with a dark mind. 
I rake my eyes across his face once more and notice that a bit of a stubble has grown since this morning. What would that feel like brushing against my neck? Better yet, what would they feel like between my thighs while he-
Nope, too far. I have gone too far.
A blush creeps up my neck to my cheeks. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.
“Did you know that sharing a bed is actually good for your health?” he blurbs out, still looking at the ceiling. 
So he’s uncomfortable too. Great.
“How so?” I ask, playing with the hem of my shirt.
“It releases serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin.” he states matter of factly.
“The golden trio of happy sappy hormones.” I quip.
“Something like that” he smirks, giving me a quick look before continuing. “Our pituitary glands transform serotonin into melatonin, which is the hormone that controls our sleep. That’s why cuddling in general makes you sleepy. Serotonin is also known as the ‘happy hormone’ because it’s a mood stabiliser, but it’s more than that. It regulates body temperature, improves memory and aids learning.”
I feel Spencer’s body slowly relax into the mattress as he speaks, so I spur him on.
“Is that so?” I say, trying to hide how much his intelligence affects me.
This man could open a book on gut microbiota, read it to me outloud and it would still be like dirty talk to me. 
“Yes.” he smiles timidly and scooches closer, turning his body in my direction.
 “What about dopamine?” I ask before I let my mind wander again.
“Dopamine is the reward chemical, it’s the rush you feel when you get a good grade or when you eat or sleep.And it’s um…” he pauses and starts playing with the sheets between us “It’s also released when you’re sexually attracted to someone.”
“Oh.” I say in almost a whisper. I must be releasing a lot of that lately.
“Yeah.” he says, taking the hem of my shirt from my grasp and toying with it himself. “It also causes our body's physiological reaction to attraction.”
His finger brushes against my stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake and making my pulse skyrocket. 
“Which reactions?” I ask but the air seems too shallow, there’s not enough oxygen in my lungs.
He finally looks at me and my breathing stops. His hazel eyes bore into mine like they can see my soul. I’m afraid he knows how much I want him, I’m afraid he’ll see how much I wish he would drift his hand further down until he reaches the part of me that wants him the most.
He lifts his hand to my face and trails a shaky finger down my cheek and neck before saying “Like blushing,” his hand trails softly down my arm and my skin pebbles up where he touched “Goosebumps,” he makes it to my wrist and presses down on my artery “quickened heartbeat,” he bows his head and kisses my hand softly, never taking his eyes from mine “the effect of dopamine is obsessive and almost drug-like, you can’t stay away from the person you love and you don’t want to either.”
I can’t breathe. I feel myself shifting closer to him and my attention is fully on his lips. Those lips that never stop moving and I never want them to. Except, right now, I want them moving against mine. 
“What about oxytocin?” I whisper, forcing myself to look at his eyes, his gorgeous hazel eyes. 
“The love hormone.” he mumbles, bringing his hand to my neck while his thumb strokes my cheek. “It’s released in mothers during labour and when in contact with their newborn, but also during sex.”
We are so close that I can see the faint freckles that dust his nose, I’d never noticed them before.
“Any benefits?” I ask, spreading my hands on his chest. He’s so warm.
His voice is low and husky when he answers. 
“Lowers your blood pressure and cortisol levels,” his nose brushes against mine and I look at his lips again “reduces stress.”
“That’s um…” What was I saying again? His lips brush against mine once. Twice. “That’s nice.”
He dips down once more and captures my lips in a slow kiss, like he’s testing the waters. I sigh and my arms make their way around his neck. Spencer darts his tongue out and takes a quick swipe at my bottom lip, I let him in. When his tongue brushes against mine tentatively, his chest rumbles with his low groan and I sink into his arms. 
He grabs my left leg and throws it over his hips so I’m straddling him. I feel his erection between my legs and moan into the kiss. My hands go up to his hair and his locks are even softer than I thought they would be. 
I pull back only slightly “I think we’ve been very stressed lately.”
He nods and kisses me again before saying “Only benefits can come from this.” 
“Yeah, we’re just taking care of our health, right?” 
We stare at each other, panting in unison.
I shouldn’t do this, this will only complicate things. But how can I think of that when he’s looking at me like I’m the hottest woman on earth? How can I think this is wrong when I’ve wanted this for so long? When his soft hair is disheveled by my touch, his mouth swollen from my kiss, his pupils dilated with lust for me, making his hazel eyes dark. 
Just once, I get the chance to do something for me, something that will make me feel good with someone that makes me feel good and seen and beautiful. 
Fuck it. 
I lick my lips and bring his face towards mine in the hottest kiss I have ever had. 
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hi! id really love the list for long fics, or a redirect if you already posted it!! ty 💜
Hey Lovely!
I'm SO sorry I initially missed this ask, especially since I had a long list post last week, erf.
So I'm going to use your ask as an excuse to post my OTHER list of long fics, which are the SHORTER long fics, lol. Because I am always for posting lists I've already got ready, LOL.
So I hope these and all the referenced lists will please you! :D
NOVELLA LENGTH FICS: 25-50K Pt. 2
See also:
Single Chapter Fics Over 20K
Novella Length Fics: 20 to 25K (Oct 2020)
Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)
Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)
Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 2 (May 2020)
Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 3 (Jul 2022)
Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)
Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 2 (Aug 2020)
Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 3 [MFL’s] (Dec 2020)
Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)
Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)
Novel-Length, Not-So-Angsty Recs for Newbies
A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.
Rupert Street by WritingOutLoud (M, 27,262 w., 9 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Case Fic, Sexuality, Demisexual Sherlock, Drugging, Smart John, Sherlock Has Internalized Biphobia, Fluff, Angst with Happy Ending, Gay Bar, Flirting, John Manipulates Sherlock to Eat, John Deduces, Arguments, Kidnapping/Torture, Hospitalization, John Whump) – Discharged from the war with nothing but the clothes on his back and a realisation of his bisexuality, John Watson has to learn who he’s become. He can’t afford London on an army pension, but the city is the only friend he has. In an effort to understand his newfound queer identity, he heads to a bar one night, where he stumbles across a mysterious stranger who turns his life upside down. ‘I dug around inside myself, and I'm not quite sure what I found, but it was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.’
Insanity in the Middle by DotyTakeThisDown (E, 28,010 w., 8 Ch. || Equestrian Sports AU || Alternate First Meeting, POV John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Clueless Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Passionate Kisses, Hand Holding, Caught Making Out, Bed Sharing, Spooning, Blow Job) – John is a world-class eventing rider with a gold medal and several four-star wins to his credit, but he's never won at Rolex. Sherlock is an up-and-coming rider taking the sport by storm.
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.
Sunday Evening 6 p.m. by Silvergirl (E, 30,712 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF / TEH Divergence, Grief / Mourning / Stages of Grief, Mutual Pining, Dreams, Reunion, Love Confessions, First Kiss / Time, Alternating First Person POV, Smart John, BAMF Boys, Emotional Love Making, Song Fic, Referenced Suicide, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Sleepy Sherlock, Blow Job, Villain Mary) – Six months after Sherlock jumped, he learns that John is dedicating songs to him on a requests-only radio programme. Is John just working through grief? Or is he—communicating? Fixes the hell out of S3 by pre-empting it altogether. Remember, as TAB told us, John is Pretty Damn Smart.
Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all. 
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.
Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION|| Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.
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.
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.
Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s. “I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”
Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.
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nightcreepsin · 3 years
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dnf fic recs !
hi i went through the entire dnf ao3 tag so you dont have to! jk i have a specific fanfic taste (as does everyone), but i read really fast and used that opportunity to read as many dnf fics as i could in a short period of time
i’m sure this is going to be long, so i’ll put it mostly under the cut so i don’t interrupt scrolling lol
okay im going to try to break things up into sections
generally good fics:
got a thing about you (and it won’t go away) by alltimecharlo - dream sends george one of his hoodies. height differences. bets. first meetings. pining. what more could you ask for? 
dandelions, poppies and other ways to say i love you by starberrydew - soft. george sees colors. so so much fluff and pining dream
when i’m alone, i’d rather be with you by wishie - god i love identity porn. and coffee shop aus. george moves to america and finds himself for an oddly familiar barista...
roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems by alienu - laser tag. it’s cute. that is all. very very cute
seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes by meridies - childhood friends go on a road trip before college and there are feelings
heart and throat, lined with it by fensandmarshes - more softness. sleepy cuddles. short and sweet
dizzy on caffeine by gleaminggreengoggles - typical coffee shop au. very cute. sapnap and bad have had enough of the pining idiots. naturally
angsty-ish- i didn’t plan on this section but found more angst than i realized:
like real people do by meridies - i’ve rec’d this before. i love it. i’m a big fan of realism and this fic is absolutely beautiful, showcasing how damaging the internet and social media really can be
my hands are shaking from holding back from you by lyrasa - good ol’ fwb. not really sad, but it did hurt. very lovely
gone before sunrise by sapphicwritings - another fwb au and wow this one also hurts. it’s currently unfinished by i love it and am praying to the gods that it updates. there’s also a really good fic playlist that the author made. it’s also a college au so
awkward hearts (beating faster and faster) by limerence - one of my favorite fics ever. housemates with angst, but a happy ending (i love it when authors fix what they break). much obliviousness, much rewarding
alternate universes:
press the curves of our smiles together by fensandmarshes, lieyuu - percy jackson au??? i loved this fic (series) so so much. i love their dynamic in this and when you find out george’s godly parent oohoo you’re in for a delight
litany in which certain things are crossed out by lazy_kitkat- probably the best knight dream, king george fic i’ve ever read. i loved the structure. really i loved everything about it
family mode by strawberry_flavoured_tears - minecraft verse where dream and george have kids and it’s so soft
operation mistletoe by meridies - hogwarts au? holiday fic? pining? yes. also george is a former beauxbaton and i didn’t know i needed that
ambedo by solochimmy - another harry potter au. i love this so much i cannot even. featuring dream as a metamorphmagus, changing his hair to george’s favorite color i’m not crying you are
nsfw- i’m exposing myself with this one, please be mindful of tags:
hot sugar by glittering_ant - one of my favorite fics of all time. i’m a sucker for college aus and gd this fic was hot. drunk sex after a party turns to more? sign me up
pretty tears by luckylikeyou - if you want smut, this author is where to go, wow their fics are hot. dream is turned on by crying and george cries a lot. i particularly like this one but they have a lot of good nswf fics
loving you came easily by athasa - it’s an a/b/o fic and i’m not usually a fan of these but i love this one sm. i’m a sucker for the miscommunication roommate combo trope and this captures that perfectly
brownies by bellafeir - baking brownies gets a bit messy for our dear dream and george. one of the tags is getting railed on a counter and if that doesn’t do it for you i don’t know what will. this author also has lots of good nsfw in general
okay this is ridiculously long. will people in even read all of this who knows. i have many more fics to rec lol. maybe i’ll do a part two. but yeah i hope y’all check out these fics as well as all the authors because they’re honestly so talented
i’ve probably missed good fics, but i can assure you that these are all very good. send me asks / dms if you would like to rant about fic with me or just anything dnf
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falling-pages · 3 years
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Okay how about first cuddles with Bakugou? Like he is almost feral about being held and having reader snuggle into them. And then....then he realizes the powers of a good cuddle. His body relaxes and accepts the cuddles. You know, just Bakugou leaning how to be a soft boy. 🥰🥰🥰 Hope this helps!! Happy Writing!!
This T_T my heart absolutely melted. This was absolutely self-indulgent on my end and I’m so happy you requested it!!!!
I decided to make it a part 2 of this one shot since so many people asked for a part 2 🥰🥰🥰 Lol also it’s long so I’m sorry
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Friday Night pt. 2:
Third-Year Bakugou Katsuki x Third-Year gender-neutral Reader
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Genre: Fluff, pining, cuddles, first kiss, just Bakugou going feral when he finally gets cuddles
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Bakugou didn’t sleep like you thought he would.
Even with the fever ripping through his body, he laid there so peacefully. On his back, eyes scrunched shut, mouth in a thin line, the first time you had ever seen him not scowling, actually. It was like sneaking back into school after hours and watching the teachers work silently, in their natural habitats.
You didn’t know what you were expecting him to look like unconscious. Snarling snores, maybe. Resting on his stomach, gripping the sheets in his fists hard enough to rip. Probably thrashing, screaming and cursing at his dreams. Imploding smokey holes into the mattress.
But not...this. Not so peaceful, not the way he turned and slightly smiled at whatever his brain came up with. Not the way he would gently breathe in and out of his nose. Not the way his right hand sat limply at his side, his left crossed protectively over his worst wound near his stomach. Not the way his hair stuck out on the pillow gently cushioning his bruised face.
Neither Bakugou nor Aizawa would tell you how he got hurt, raising your suspicions. With graduation looming and the hero license exam nearing, you had figured your teacher had taken some of the top third-year students out for extra training. Bakugou had garnered more control over his quirk, granted, but he still needed the extra training. He liked to push himself too hard, take too many missions. Your outburst earlier in the evening sunk that into his thick skull. 
Some part of watching him felt wrong, knowing he would blast you into outer space if he caught you looking. But this was your job tonight, to sit by his side and watch over him as he healed. 
He suddenly gasped in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing as he clutched his deepest wound. The air rushed out of his now-open mouth, accompanying the slightest whimper. You lurched forward and activated your quirk, falling to your knees to look within him. 
It staked your heart to see him in so much pain, but nothing was wrong, just some blood rushing to his wound. Not too heavy to come through the bandage, though, so you blinked and let it be. 
And then you took a calculated risk. Maybe it was foolish, maybe it was wrong, maybe you thought “to hell with it” about his malicious tendencies. You knew it wouldn’t cure him, and you knew he would probably disintegrate you into a pile of ash and smoke, but you wanted to try. That tugging feeling in your stomach wouldn’t leave you alone, so...
You kissed him.
Well, his forehead. It was hot and dripping with sweat, and you knew it was dangerous, you knew his power was stored in his sweat, but you did it anyway. You had to. You had to try something to ease his pain. 
He shifted beneath your touch, and you dove back into your chair and tried to act nonchalant. 
Like that would work. Nothing escaped Bakugou, even when he slept.
His eyes peeled open, eyebrows quirked as he took in his surroundings. A brief whiff of smoke aired from his palms until he realized where he was. In “some extra’s dorm.”
“Hey--” his voice crackled like his bombs as his eyes fully adjusted to the dim lamplight. His peaceful facade remained. 
“Hey,” you whispered back. Even injured and half-asleep, he still intimidated you. 
“What happened?”
You breathed, relief flooding your core. He hadn’t noticed. “The pain woke you up. But you’re alright. Go back to sleep.”
His eyes trailed lazily across the room, until they met yours. Those crimson red irises could strike fear into the hearts of friend and foe, but when they looked at you, they were soft, confused, trusting. Sleepy.
“That’s not all.”
You settled back in your chair, fiddling with the wicker arms. “That’s what happened.”
“You kissed me.”
You suddenly prayed to every god that you would die. Shiiiiiiiiit, he felt that? 
Panic covered your hands, making you lose feeling in your fingers. A buzzer sounded in your head, like an evacuation alarm. You cleared your throat. You wracked your brain for an excuse, but came up empty. Lying to him was a surefire way of getting blasted through the nearest wall. And, if the way he looked at you was any indication, you’d better tell the truth. “Only on the forehead.”
Bakugou studied you. Now his eyes were calculating, cunning. Now you couldn’t tell if he were looking at you as friend or foe. “You know my sweat could blast your face off.”
It would be a mercy compared to what you were about to go through. “You...just looked like you were in pain. I wanted to help.”
He stared at you for a few more painful seconds. His gaze pierced your sternum like a knife. Then, as if Heaven itself opened, he smiled.
He smiled. 
“I wouldn’t mind another,” he murmured, turning his head back to the ceiling. Try as he might, you saw that grin, joining the blush running across his cheeks. As much as your crush feelings were hyped, you couldn’t help but feel more relieved at the fact that you were still in one piece. 
You crept forward, hesitant to do as he suggested. He was a bucking horse, a wildfire that changed direction with the wind. It was all you could do to avoid getting burned. 
As you leaned over him again, your size dwarfed by him, that calculating sheen stayed put. Was he going to burn you as you were defenseless? Was he going to blast you? He wouldn’t. He had better instincts than to hurt the very person taking care of his injuries as he laid helpless in bed.
But if he was being vulnerable with you, then maybe you should be vulnerable with him.
When you were just a few inches away, Bakugou’s eyes still open, he suddenly reached up and yanked your head down, interlocking his lips with yours. You sputtered, jerking to pull off, but his hand kept you there, eyes fluttering shut as soon as you made contact. After a moment, when you felt your soul reenter your body, you shifted to support yourself better, kneeling half-way on the bed, crossing your chest just above his.
He was warm. You could feel his warmth even while you sat feet away. Unlike Deku, whose skin was always cool and clammy, he was warm. Either by his quirk or fever or just himself, he was burning up, fiery to touch, like a cast iron brand digging into your side. That’s how he made his way in this world, torching the earth and salting the fields if he didn’t get what he wanted, setting off explosions to mold and shift reality into what he desired. He was molten lava, desperate, eager, wanting, burning and terrifying to touch, a spark set ablaze to decimate anything in its path.
Pulsating, and beating, and alive.
But when you lowered your fingertips to his shoulder, and you flinched--breaking the kiss to softly gasp--he frowned, focusing on your face, the way your eyes looked at your hand and how your sensitive fingers rubbed together.
“You okay?” he whispered, gravel voice hushed in honor of the moment.
You heard the pain laced beneath his voice and turned to look at him. Your hand fell on the mattress beside his chest. As his eyes bore into your head, you watched him, the way his muscles rippled, the way his very soul seemed enchanted by your kiss. If you activated your quirk, you were sure you could see the way his blood danced beneath his skin, the rush of chemicals to his brain, the excitement flaring in his nostrils.
He was an inferno incarnate, breathing and wild and alive, letting you touch him with all the slow calmness of an ocean breeze.
You slowly blinked, losing yourself in the imprint of his lips on yours. You unconsciously reached up to your mouth, tracing the outline of it with your fingertips.
As you make a sound of satisfaction, he smirked, trailing a hand up your calf to rest placidly on your thigh. “I said, extra, you okay?”
“Umm. Yeah.” Your eyes follow his hand, expecting it to burst like his grenades. “You’re just really hot.”
He scoffed, smacking your thigh--but gently, just feeling your skin. “Damn right I am.”
“No, not like that.” You rolled your eyes. “I mean, you are hot--attractive, I mean--but your skin...ummm, it burned me.”
“Oh,” he grunted. His eyebrows furrowed, losing that playful edge. He took away his hand, bunching around the sheets instead. 
You massaged your sore fingers as he contemplated. You nearly missed his hissed out, “Sorry.”
So it was a night of firsts--the first time he heard you curse, the first time you heard him apologize, your first kiss and his, too, as far as you knew.
“It’s okay.”
Bakugou moved, waving your helping hand away in case he burned you again. Once he sat up, he leveled his eyes to yours and very lightly, gingerly, took your hand and raised it to his pouty lips. You waited for the sting, but as he kissed your fingertips, all you felt was warmth, like molten chocolate, like a woolen scarf, like the sleepy feeling of an open oven door. 
He finished by rotating your hand in all angles and degrees, making sure to cover every inch of your palm, knuckles, and wrist in his love. The residual buzz traveled from your hand into your heart. 
“It’s my emotions,” he murmured against your skin. “My quirk acts up when I’m emotional.”
He kept his eyes nearly shut, only focusing on pressing more adoring kisses to your skin. When you returned your other hand to his chest, he shuddered, staring back at you with wide eyes. You saw what he was about to say--“Don’t touch me, I don’t want to hurt you”--and folded your finger against his lips.
“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper. “You’re powerful, but I’m not afraid of you.”
You moved your hand down and leaned forward, returning his kiss. The hand he once possessed smoothed under his jaw, outlining it with a finger to pull him close. You tasted the hesitancy in his lips, no longer masked under the bravado of his previous kiss, and smiled. You searched for his hand and found it, bringing it to your waist, giving permission to the boy who rarely waited for others’ approval. But he waited for you. He respected you.
I know you won’t hurt me. 
And that single move was when he realized he was so, so feral for your touch.
His long, powerful arms wrapped around your middle, hauling you completely onto the bed and scooting you into his lap, hugging you as close as he possibly could. There was no soft bone in his body--he devoured you, desperate for your love, your lips, you, you, you. A boy who had been scared to touch all of his life--knowing what it did to people, what he could do if he tried, the damage he even did on accident--was now clutching someone who wasn’t scared, someone who cared, whose hands knotted in his hair revealed just how desperately you needed him, as well. 
You filled him with your love, and he you, and you felt a tear escape, the kind that you cry when watching a sunset, or eating ice cream, or listening to your favorite song, when you’re so happy that smiling just isn’t enough.
Bakugou felt the wetness on your cheek and paused, cradling and dipping the back of your head so he could kiss it away. “What’s wrong, Firework?”
You veins ran hot at the pet name so naturally falling from his lips. “Nothing.” You smile, biting your lip. “I’m just happy.”
He nuzzled your forehead. “Good. Now, let’s lay down. You need to sleep.” 
You smoothed the bottom of your pajama shirt as he stretched to turn off the lamp. As you began to wriggle out of his grasp, he suddenly grabbed you tighter and held you as he shifted, lifting the blanket and dragging you both below. You began to protest on account of his injuries, but he squeezed you tighter against his chest. 
“I’m not letting you out of my arms again,” he whispered, with a kiss to the head.
Once you both were situated in the dark, you rested your head on his shoulder as he scratched your back. The long, slow strokes nearly lulled you into sleep, but one question filled your mind.
“Baku--”
“Katsuki.”
You couldn’t see him, but he moved his face nearer yours, catching your hand planted on his chest. “Call me Katsuki.”
“Okay.” The draw of his informal name sent a chill down your spine that you’re sure he felt. “Katsuki, why call me Firework?”
He smiled into your hair, shifting your weight onto him. Drowsiness choked his voice. “Because fireworks are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at them.” His knuckles found your cheek, and he brushed them against it. “And you are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at you.”
Satisfied, you closed your eyes, drinking in the feeling of his warm skin and arms cradling you, desperate, never willing to let you go, and you never wanting him to.
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Hi! If you’re not swamped with requests, may I ask what you think each of the queen boys would be like in a relationship with a Gemini!reader? Lol seems like you’ve gotten a few zodiac ones, so the worst you can respond with is “no”. Thanks! P.S. I just reread the White Queen and it’s so sweet, like listen to “Ten Minutes Ago”
Hello there! And awwww, thank you so much!! I was so nervous to put White Queen out there since it was for a contest and I wanted people to at least like it. And I am a musical nerd/performer so I definitely see how “Ten Minutes Ago” from Cinderella applies. I am so glad you enjoyed it! :)
And here is my writing of our Queen Boys! (minus Freddie, out of respect to his sexual orientation, if you don’t mind) in a relationship with a Gemini! Reader!
Deaky 
He plans unusual outings
Goes to an expensive restaurant. But he insists it is not super “fancy” it’s “special” and Reader fits right in and is not an “outcast” to this type of enviornment.
He loves having holidays like Christmas. You get to be around his family who all love you and you and Deaky host and play very childish games together, often eating until your stomach hurts.
Deaky adores how clever you are. When he sees you reading about something, he is always impressed by what it is. 
He was nervous to show you things about electronics or bass playing, but he was surprised again how much you retained.
Deaky also adores it when you are sweet and loving to him, though he knows you get distracted sometimes and don’t give him affection. So after a talk, you both were okay with that!
You both have a good among of enthusiasm about everything. In Queen concerts, you are always by the side of the stage rooting him on and smiling. SO by the end, as sweaty and tired as he is, he is happy!
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Roger
You and Roger start off as friends first. But then he kept showing up at your work saying he needed to write ideas for songs or something but in truth he just wanted to see you. He was secretly crushing and wasn’t sure how you felt. But eventually, you both got together.
 You tell Roger you are a flirt sometimes. It’s your way. But that he is the main guy. Although he gets huffy and jealous, he trusts you. It’s a sweet, loving connection.
 Roger always keeps you up with what is going on with fashion and music. He lets you know what patterns and ways to wear them. He also knows which bands and albums are en vogue as well which are timeless. More than once you have stolen his clothes…but he has never objected.
 You are both also very high spirited. Even doing something simple like walking out together, it seems like the pace of a march, especially at the rate you two talk. But you are both so comfortable, it feels natural. He does love to loop his arm around yours and hold your hand and then swing it.
 Sometimes you have big, adult decisions to make. It makes you stressed and nervous and you consider all the options until your brain hurts. Roger is there to help you out and talk you through it. He knows how to make decisions and have you go through on them!
 Though he adores being soft and romantic with you. He goes all out when it comes to special dates, anniversaries, and holidays. There was a Valentine's Day you both spent in an Austrian villa where they cooked warm fried potatoes, it snowed, and mountains overlooked your window in your room. Although it felt freezing cold, Roger wrapped a blanket around you and even leaned his head against yours.
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Brian...
When Brian met you, he loved your warmth and generosity. He never thought there was a lovelier person inside and out.
But you were a flirt, and so open and outgoing. And Brian is more reserved. So he felt nervous. He didn’t know how to approach you about dating so he just pined after you in silence.
 But you loved Brian, his intelligence, his talent, and his compassion. So one evening, he agreed to walk you home after an event and before you got to your door you suggested coffee and he blinked rapidly, like a deer in headlights. “Uhm, sure.” He said.
 From then on, you both were lovebirds. Brian could not even look at you without wanting to run up and hug you. And you knew how to make him laugh, no matter how grim the world or his life would seem to him.
 Although you have a very intellectual nature and Brian has a feeling nature, things balance out. You open up your heart a little more and Brian analyzes things with plenty of logic in subjects other than science.
 You both have a sense of wonder and curiosity about everything. You love to have Brian explain something like the planets to you. Or to try odd places. One hot summer day, you went to Provence in France to view the lavender fields. It was absolutely stunning. You walked around, picked a few, breathed in deep the calming scent, and marveled together at this creation that seemed more like an illustration from a fairy tale.
 But you both adore laughing. When you are both at home, slightly sleepy after dinner and turning on the tv before bed, sometimes there will be a movie. And sometimes that movie will be a good comedy. So you both cuddle and watch it, laughing and kissing on each other, in a state of bliss.
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who are your favorite top ten black clover characters & ships? talk about them!
A question? For me? 🤭 Let’s see if I can collect my thoughts long enough to answer! I’ll put things in no real order under the cut~
Kaiser Granvorka, captain of the Purple Orcas (sing that title. You will not regret it.)
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Sometimes less is more. I love his design. I love his chill. I love his love of his wife. I love how he stepped up to clean up his trash squad.
Reve
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I LOVE the elves and I really wish that they would get some recognition. Did you know that Phantom Knights just calls Reve and Charla “Dorothy (reincarnated)” and “Charlotte (reincarnated)”? They’re different people!! They have NAMES. Why wouldn’t they use their names?? The elves have so much lost potential!
Anyway, Reve is also very chill. A sleepy queen. I have a LOT of headcanons about her. I also have an au where the elves stay after reincarnation and share their bodies with their hosts, and she and Dorothy are best friends and girlfriends and hang out in glamour world together and I love them.
Nebra and Nozel Silva
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Listen,,, she’s so pretty,,, I’m gay,,,
But in all seriousness, she’s my favorite Silva. She’s just sort of a mean, sexy lamp in the manga/anime, but she gets slightly more character development in Phantom Knights, where you see that she’s at least an honorable knight who really cares about getting things done right and even goes above and beyond the call of duty; she’s a lot more mature than Solid, and it even seems that she’s more concerned about capabilities than status at some points (much to Solid’s surprise.) That doesn’t mean she won’t go out of her way to make trouble, which is fun. The wiki also suggests she has confidence issues which is super interesting to me. I’d like to see her grow as a character or get like... even a little bit of attention at all besides backing up Nozel and Solid and getting stabbed. I also think her magic is really cool... would love to see her actually use it sometime.
-coughcough also since she gets so little screen time i can write her how i want in my fics and as far as we know it’s canon coughcough-
There’s more to her than her pretty, pretty face!! She’s probably my #1 favorite.
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1) I love powerful fictional royals in general. 2) I love to write fics where he is embarrassed and vulnerable. Silvas deserve a healthy dose of humility whenever you can give it. He is an easy target with his uptight nature and silly hair. I’d also like him to grow as a character.
hehe look at Nebra peeking out of the corner of this pic lol
Fuegoleon, Mereoleona, and Leopold Vermillion
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I am still a simp for powerful fictional royalty, okay? Everyone love the Vermillions. There is nothing I could say here that has not already been said, except that I love writing fics where Fuegoleon gets to be embarrassing and oblivious.
Dorothy Unsworth
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She’s so cute and the coolest witch. Love her chaotic energy. Love how she knows things she probably shouldn’t. Always shaking it up. Another sleepy queen. I wish I could sleep all the time and still get my work done. Also since I made her my icon on discord, I have been cheerier.
Charla
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I’m so deep in headcanons for this one but see my earlier elf complaint with Reve before continuing. Okay, understand? Charlotte is awesome, but the sheer hilarity of Charla and Charlotte sharing a body is what make Charla so, so good. The LAST thing Charla did before going away forever is SNITCH on Charlotte to her crush. This elf loves drama. She would help Charlotte so, so much, but also make her life a living hell. We stan a queen who can’t mind her own business.
Alecdora Sandler
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This man is hilarious. He’s a full grown man ready to throw hands with a 15 year old because William gives him attention. He fell in a hole and had to be saved. Yuno let him declare all his love for William and then obliterated him. It’s so funny. It’s what this asshole deserves. A perfect, satisfying character arc and a hilariously embarrassing personality wins him his place among my faves. I love to hate him so much. I’d like to put a picture of his stupid face in a locket to look at and give me strength in any situation. “At least I’m not this man child,” I would say. A smile would tug at my lips as a single tear ran down my face. “Thank you, Alecdora,” I would whisper, holding his image close to my heart.
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My favorites tend to change around with my moods, so maybe on any other given day, you would find Charlotte Roselei, Paplo Espuma, or Kirsch Vermillion (post royal knights exam humbling) on this list. Charlotte is badass, Paplo cute, and Kirsch is funny with cool magic. Also working with Charlotte on my blog, @lawstaverse makes me fond of her, and I have some fun party boy headcanons for Kirsch and the Coral Peacocks. Mimosa Vermillion is also super duper cute. Honestly, Jien Du could even be on here for being accused of being evil and then going “let me clear things up” and then just doing the super villain laugh- also for having rainbow lights flashing around him when he fights. I can hear carameldansen playing in the distance whenever he’s doing stuff.
Now for my favorite couples!
Fuegoleon Vermillion x Nozel Silva
This one is probably #1! They obviously care for and respect each other and a lot of Nozel’s dialogue gets... debatably romantic. I just really enjoy writing them in sort of ‘boys will be boys’ situations, where they can let their guard down around each other and their friends and be stupid and silly. I also love the idea of Fuegoleon being oblivious about how flirty he comes off. Nozel is pining but more in an annoyed way than a sad way. “No homo, bro,” says Fuegoleon, as he kisses Nozel on the lips and gives him a ring after they eat together and wrestle in the woods. Nozel rolls his eyes into the next solar system and admires his new wedding ring. Currently working on a 150k+ word slowburn bisexual disaster Fuegoleon fic with @thespiralgrimoire that involves this ship and the third on this list, along with tiny snippets of others.
Leopold Vermillion x Asta
Leo saw Asta do something cool and said “I’m done being classist. Actually I’m in love with you,” and never looked back. Every single Royal in Asta’s age group being obsessed with him is very very funny. I picture their relationship is much like Nozel and Fuegoleon’s as described above, but they’re BOTH extremely oblivious bros being romantic bros.
Fuegoleon Vermillion x Nebra Silva
Less my fave but still on here bc it’s fun. Nebra is fun, she can push Fuego out of his comfort zone, and also feel comfortable and confident with him. It’s nice. Ngl, anything that gives Nebra a chance to develop her character, whether it be in a friendly or romantic setting, is good.
Nebra is sexy. Fuegoleon is sexy. Together they are super sexy.
Reve x Dorothy Unsworth
I mentioned this briefly earlier, but they finally get someone who can share their world with them! Dorothy was so happy to have Reve in her head, and didn’t even regret being possessed at all. Also, Reve’s chill personality can balance out Dorothy’s excitable and unpredictable one! I think that them both being in dream world, with the magic power to look into each other’s minds(even more than other elf/human cohabitants) means that they can pretty easily become super duper close. They also have a space where they can physically meet. It’s kind of the best of both worlds.
Zara Ideale x Ina’s Father (did he really not get a name???)
There is no way you can convince me that Ina is not Zara and that man’s child. Look at their eyebrows. Rewatch episode 138. You’re lying to me if you tell me you don’t see it.
Nebra Silva x Zora Ideale
🤷🏽‍♀️ Punk and Prep is a fun combo, I like pitch romance, and the more info we get for Nebra, the more likely I see her willing to go vigilante and have a good time working with/ playing around with Zora. They both like to mess with people, Nebra appreciates a job well done, and Zora likes seeing people improve themselves. Nebra would def need to develop a bit for this to work, but I like to believe that would happen.
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fic tag game!
found this on someone’s tumblr and thought it was fun so here we go!!
Ao3 name: adoctoraday, justanotherrollingstony, whiteironwolf
Fandoms: Avengers/MCU/marvel Netflix shows, Longmire, Star Wars, various others
Tropes: hurt/comfort, whump, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers, identity porn/mistaken identity, love confessions under torture/in the face of death...if it’s angsty I probably love it lmao
Number of fics: 46!
Number of WIP’s: six to eight lol someone please stop me from starting anything new
Fic I spent the most time on: “Letters From the Void Redux”
Fic I spent the least time on: “Sunrise” Just a happy sleepy little winteriron drabbles 🥰
Longest fic: “The Names of Our Shadows” which is my Longmire long fic I’ve been working on for a couple of years. I actually have one that’s longer, but it’s abandoned at this point, so I’m going with the one that will be finished soon and will end up being the longest at well over 150k+ words!
Shortest fic: “Sunrise” originally posted on tumblr, hence the shortness
Most hits: “Look to the Past to Find Your Future” I’m kind of amazed that this one got the traction it did?? Like...I get comments and kudos on it nearly every day and it’s so freakin heartwarming to see something I wrote get so much love!!
Most kudos: lol once again, “Look to the Past to Find Your Future”
Most comments: ”The Names of Our Shadows” which is really cool since it’s a rare pair!!
Most bookmarks: “Look to the Past to Find Your Future”
Total word count: 1,483,094
Favorite fic you’ve written: oh gosh...Letters From the Void Redux, How Long Will I Love You, Skin to Skin, City of Angels (But the Devil Gets His Due), and Restart My Broken Heart are my top 5 faves lol
Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: The Letters verse is one I plan to continue updating and expanding, especially now that I’m finishing up a lot of my WIP’s!
Share a bit of WIP or story idea you’re working on: TW for cancer and self loathing. Not Ults, but Tony has cancer anyway.
“Sir, are you alright?”
At that, he really does laugh, sharp and bitter. There’s a moment of silence and then JARVIS speaks again, sounding apologetic and sad and Tony really needs to look at his code if he’s starting to express human emotion like that.
“I am sorry sir, you do not deserve such untimely news as this.”
Tony snorts and shakes his head, thinks back on his behavior of the past decade, of the sex and booze and willful ignorance, of the merchant of death, and no, he can’t agree with JARVIS because he really does deserve this.
“Put calls in to Johns Hopkins and that place in Switzerland that’s been doing immunotherapy.”
“Very good sir, shall I inform Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes?”
Tony looks up sharply and shakes his head, “No, this is between us J. Get my lawyers and let them know I want to update my will.”
“Very well sir.”
Tony stares at the holographic projection until his vision goes blurry and he realizes he’s crying.
He slumps down against the wheel well of the roadster and sobs, an ache deep inside him throbbing with each shuddering breath he takes and he wonders if maybe it’s the monster inside him, trying to claw its way out of his guts.
He cries until he has nothing left and then stands and dusts off his pants.
He has work to do.
This one is incredibly personal; my mother passed away from cancer when I was 14 and I wound up having a strong genetic predisposition for breast cancer, so writing something like this is personal and cathartic.
Tagging; @riotfalling @stovetuna @firebrands @s-horne @iam93percentstardust
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30 FAVE BOOKMARKS of 2020
Happy New Year’s Eve-Eve, everyone!! 
And welcome to the Last Fic Rec Wednesday of 2020! No one asked for this at all, but I enjoy making unprompted lists for everyone, and I’ve been doing this list since January 2020 :P
I’ve read some FANTASTIC fics this year, and now seems like a good time as any to share with y’all some  of those amazing fics I’ve added to List of Love! I had to even whittle it down today to get it to 25 – the number I like as a “top xx” thing, so I am very disheartened that a lot of my bookmarks this year didn’t make the list :( It’s been a long time since I’ve done a “last XX bookmarked fics” list, maybe I’ll do one of those soon.
First off let’s start with 5 honourable mentions of Other Fandom fics, because I spent a lot of my summer indulging in my renewed Rimmster ship so I have a few amazing RD fics y’all should read LOL
FIVE OTHER-FANDOM HONOURABLE MENTIONS
Réveillon by Big_Edies_Sun_Hat (T, 6,431 w., 3 Ch. || GOOD OMENS || Christmas Eve, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Established Relationship, International Travel, Moments in Time, Historical / Biblical Interpretation) – After a gloomy history with Christmas, Aziraphale shows Crowley how he has learned to seek out the good in it by traveling around the world on Christmas Eve. Highlights include: the Annunciation; potholes; international teleportation; peace and hope; arson; Lupe gets a doll of her very own.
Out With It by Clipped_Ionian_Vowels (T, 10,255 w., 1 Ch. || RED DWARF || Post-Ace, Reclaimed Slurs, Getting Together, Sexuality, Coming Out) – Rimmer finally comes home, hangs up the wig and decides to set the crew 'straight' about one thing; he's not. And neither, it transpires, is Lister.
Standards by Kahvi & Roadsterguy (E, 11,725 w., 2 Ch. || RED DWARF || Hard Light Rimmer, Bickering, Humour, First Time, Over-Protective Kryten, Cranky Rimmer, Exploring Derelicts, Arguing Leads to Awkward Flirting, Showering Together, Intense Orgasms) – Yet another supply raid on a derelict leads Rimmer and Lister to an argument, which in turn leads to... something that's still fairly close to an argument. You get lonely in space, but you do have standards.
speed limits (and how to break them) by darcylindbergh (E, 13,750 w., 4 Ch. || GOOD OMENS || POV Crowley, UST/URT, Mutual Pining, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Crowley’s Anxiety, Gift Giving, Humour, Touching, Awkwardness, Love Confessions, Sussex, Fantasies Become Real, Marriage Proposal, Sensuality, Bottom Crowley) – There is a trick people do with a mint candy and a bottle of cola which results in a small eruption, and something very like it, for much higher stakes than a laugh in a car park, is about to take place in Aziraphale’s back room. Or: what happens when you finally unscrew the cap on a six thousand years of repression, and drop in Valentine’s Day.
Hand in Glove by lizardkid (T, 14,223 w., 1 Ch. || RED DWARF || Post-S9, Internalized Homophobia, Repression, Hurt/Comfort, Lister Whump, Worried Rimmer, Ableist Language, Cuddling) – Lister is mortally wounded in an accident. Rimmer is forced to reassess everything.
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AND NOW: The reason y’all are here! Please know I love EVERYTHING I’ve read and bookmarked, just these ones have really stuck with me and I’ve already re-read a few of these, so yeah, please do enjoy. 
Please note that these fics aren’t all necessarily NEW fics for 2020, more like they were new to ME, and ergo, I bookmarked and started reccing them this year! There are a few newer fics, though, so yeah, apologies if you were expecting only new things.
Hope you all have a good New Year’s Day, and I hope this list makes the long weekend a great one until my FIRST Fic Rec Sunday of 2021! I might do two on Sunday just to celebrate the new year, hahah. <3 Love you all!
TOP 25 JOHNLOCK BOOKMARKS OF 2020
SEE ALSO:
Top 20 Bookmarks of 2018
Top 25 Bookmarks of 2019
The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John's favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.
Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series
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.
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.
To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.
On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?
The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?
Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.
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.
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...
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.
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Arya Stark and the Green-Eyed Monster Chapter Four: Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop
Rating: T
Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Elinor Tyrell/Gendry Waters, Arya Stark/Trystane Martell, background Jon Snow/Sansa Stark
Characters: Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Daenerys Targaryen, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Elinor Tyrell, Hot Pie, Trystane Martell
Summary: Gendry spends his Hogsmeade visit with Elinor at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.
Here I am, still updating this fic late. Lol. Here’s the original author’s note: 
Surprise! I'm still alive.
I'm still riding high from last Sunday's Gendrya scenes, which were everything I never knew I wanted. Of course, they had to give us such lovely interactions with all the characters before they destroy everything this week lol.
But anyway, if you want some pining before our collective imminent deaths on Sunday night, I'm your girl. This chapter is in Gendry's point of view. I hope you guys like it. ;)
As always, thanks to to the wonderful sansapotter for beta-reading. I'd also like to take a moment to thank everyone that has commented, bookmarked, or given kudos to this fic. Seeing all your thoughts and reactions really makes my day. If you've got the time, let me know what you think.
Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. 
Also on AO3. 
Chapter Four: Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop
Gendry gazed out beyond the towering cakes that clogged the window display through the frosted window panes of Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop onto the streets of Hogsmeade. Fresh snow blanketed the sleepy village in a sea of sparkling white. A few straggling couples wandered through the street, waiting for tables to open up at the most popular establishments. Gendry spotted his friend Jon exiting Honeyduke's with Sansa. Still no sign of Arya. Gendry sighed, turning his attention back to the laminated menu in front of him.
“Thanks for doing this, by the way. I know it must be hard.”
Lowering his menu, he peered across the table at Elinor.
“I can’t say that enough,” Elinor continued, placing her menu down. “My break-up with Alyn almost destroyed me, but even if this doesn’t end the way I want it to, I’m glad to have met you, and Arya and Hot Pie too.” She squeezed his hand.
"You're welcome," Gendry responded before glancing around the tea shop. Students occupied every nook and cranny of the cramped shop floor. "It sure is crowded today."
“It’s always packed this time of year.” Elinor examined her pink nails.
A slender waitress sidled up to their table which was tucked in the front corner of the tea shop next to the window. “Welcome to Madam Puddifoot’s. My name’s Ros, and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you guys something to start off?”
"I'll have the rose tea and some strawberry shortcake, thank you," Elinor flashed her a dazzling smile.
“And for you?” Ros turned to Gendry.
"Earl Grey and almond cake, please," Gendry answered. Ros scribbled their orders down in a notepad before relieving them of their menus. As she disappeared into the kitchen, Gendry scanned the crowded restaurant again. His gaze landed on a suspicious couple seated near the back of the restaurant that he suspected were Robb and Dany, though it was hard to tell given their ill-fitting wigs and oversized sunglasses. A flash of silvery blonde hair peeked out from behind the girl's wig. A thick red mustache, obviously magicked into existence, covered the boy’s upper lip. Gendry narrowed his eyes at the odd couple. They both waved at him and gave him two thumbs up.
“Why are Robb and Dany sitting in the back corner in disguise?” Gendry whispered across the table.
"Dany said something about ‘moral support' and making sure everything went according to plan when I talked to her this morning," Elinor replied. "But yes, it is a little strange that they’re in such bad disguises.” She examined the odd couple even closer. “Those sunglasses are a little overkill.”
Ros appeared at the table with a tray balanced on her hand, blocking their view of Robb and Dany. "There you are.” She placed a delicate pink teacup and saucer in front of Elinor, before putting a matching set in front of Gendry. "Rose and Earl Grey teas." She completed the set by placing a pitcher of milk in the center of the table between them and then handed them each a slice of cake. “Let me know if you need anything else.” With that, Ros moved onto the next table.
Elinor dropped a spoon of sugar into her steaming cup as Gendry stabbed his almond cake with his fork. The moist cake melted in his mouth, the almond colliding with a hint of vanilla.
“This cake is delicious,” Gendry moaned.
"I know," Elinor sighed. "If this place weren't such a couples spot I'd probably be in here every Hogsmeade trip for the strawberry shortcake alone."
In his periphery, Robb gestured frantically at the door. Gendry raised a quizzical brow as he took a sip of his tea.
“The signal!” Elinor exclaimed. She whipped her head toward the front door. “Alyn must be coming in. Quick, grab my hand.” Gendry almost choked on his tea when she snatched his free hand, holding it tightly. “He’s got one of those dreadful Frey girls on his arm, ugh.” Frowning, she glared daggers at her ex-boyfriend’s unsuspecting date.
“Which one?” Gendry asked, placing his teacup back on its saucer.
Elinor shook her head. “Doesn’t matter.” Her gaze followed Alyn and his date as they trailed after the hostess through the restaurant to one of the tables in the back near Robb and Dany. Alyn held a chair out for the Frey girl. He looked up for a moment, his gaze falling on Elinor.
“Eep,” Elinor squeaked, flushing with anger or longing, Gendry couldn’t tell which, and ducked behind her teacup. Gendry watched the scene with interest, still holding Elinor’s hand. Alyn whispered something in his date’s ear before walking toward them.
“Oh my seven, he’s coming over here!” Elinor panicked, her fingers tensing. She put down her teacup and began to fiddle with a strand of her hair. “What do we do?”
"We follow the plan." Gendry gave her hand a squeeze. "You've got this. You're the best chaser on Slytherin—you've gotten the quaffle past me more times than I can count. You're a great girl, and if he can't see that, then it's his loss."
“You’re right,” she gave him a small smile as she put her hand down.
“Now remember, we’re madly in love,” he winked.
Elinor winked back, letting out a loud chuckle just as Alyn reached their table. He cleared his throat to get their attention. “Elinor, Gendry,” he nodded.
“Oh, hello Alyn,” Elinor greeted him coolly. “I didn’t see you there.”
“I heard a rumor you replaced me; I was just coming to see if it was true.”
"Well, obviously it's false," Elinor snarked, "since Gendry is a much better boyfriend than you ever were." She stroked Gendry's hand, gazing lovingly at his face for good measure.
“Do you love him?” Alyn crossed his gangly arms over his chest, trying to puff it out in an effort to not look like an overgrown beanpole. It wasn’t working.
Elinor froze, unsure how to answer such a question.
“I don’t think that’s your question to ask anymore,” Gendry interjected, fixing Alyn with his iciest glare. “Unless you’ve got something to say to her?”
Alyn gaped like a fish. At last, he uncrossed his arms.
“You’re right,” he said. “I never did deserve you, Elinor; I hope he makes you happy.” He shifted his weight, his gaze drifting to the floor. “Guess I’d better get back to my date. See you around.” With one last longing glance at Elinor, Alyn pivoted back toward his own table.
Elinor waited until he made it to his table before bursting into laughter.
“Did you see his face?” She chortled, slapping the table. “The plan is working perfectly. You,” she raised her teacup to him, “are an excellent actor, my dear fake boyfriend. That bit of overprotectiveness was an excellent touch.”
“Thanks.” They clinked their teacups together.
Ros swung past their table again, carrying a tray of dirty dishes. “I hope everything’s to your liking.”
“Everything is excellent,” Elinor responded.
“Great; here’s the check. I’ll be by to collect it later.” She dropped a tied scroll of parchment on the table. Elinor reached for her purse, but Gendry stopped her hand.
“I’ve got this.” He pulled a few jangling coins from his pocket, dumping them on top of the table.
The bell above the door to the teashop tinkled merrily as Ros sauntered away, heralding the arrival of another couple seeking a warm pot of tea and respite from the cold. Trystane Martell entered the shop, laughing as he stamped the snow off his boots. Arya followed in behind him, her face alight with the biggest smile Gendry had seen from her in weeks. It sent a dagger straight through his heart. While she divested herself of her winter cloak, Arya looked at the restaurant’s various patrons. When she noticed Gendry and Elinor, she froze; her smile disappeared.
“What is it?” Elinor asked.
“It’s Arya. On a date.”
Elinor turned around to wave hello. In response, Arya gave a weak smile before returning to her date. The hostess led them to the last empty table near the door.
“I’m the worst friend. Why can’t I be happy for her?”
Elinor paused, twirling her fork as she ruminated. At length, she said, “You're in love with her, aren't you?”
“Is it that obvious?” Gendry sighed, stabbing his almond cake with more force than necessary. “It doesn't really matter, though; Arya will never see me as anything but a friend.” He popped the cake in his mouth.
“I wouldn't be too sure about that.”
"Clearly she doesn't since she's here with Trystane." He shoveled in another mouthful of cake.
“Gendry, you dolt!” Elinor smacked his arm. “I know I said to keep it a secret, but maybe you should tell her that we're not actually together.”
Gendry paused, fork halfway between his plate and his mouth.
“This charade’s gone on long enough as it is. I was going to suggest we ’break-up’ next week and tell everyone we decided it would be better to stay friends anyway, now that we’ve lasted a while.”
“Are you sure Alyn will want you back?” Gendry took a sip of tea. It would get cold if he didn’t drink it fast enough.
“No, but that doesn’t really matter now. I’m not going to spend my life pining after someone who doesn’t want me. But you,” she poked him in the chest, “you definitely need to tell Arya how you feel.”
“Alright.”
A chair scraped across the floor elsewhere in the shop. The entire restaurant fell silent as they turned to see what the problem was. Arya stood up abruptly, face purple.
“You … you… jerk!” Arya screamed, her fists clenched. Gendry knew that look; he had been on the receiving end many a time. Arya snatched her teacup from the table, hurling the steaming liquid at Trystane’s chest. Without another word, she yanked her cloak off her chair, slinging it over her shoulders as she darted out the front door. The bell above the door rang violently.
Trystane blinked, pulling at his wet sweater.
“I’m going after her,” Gendry told Elinor as he pushed his chair back. Pushing past tables of gobsmack patrons, he whipped on his own cloak.
The bell chimed as he stepped outside into the cold winter air. The freshly fallen snow crunched under his feet. He followed Arya's tracks in the snow down the main street until he lost them among the scuffle. The biting wind nipped his nose, chilling him. He pulled his cloak tighter.
Jon rounded the nearest street corner, arm in arm with Sansa. Gendry jogged up to them.
“Have either of you seen Arya?” he asked.
Sansa pointed down a side road. “I think I saw her running down that way. Is something wrong?”
“Of course,” Gendry whispered to himself as the realization dawned on him. “I’m about to find out,” he told Sansa. He took off at a run down the road that led to the Shrieking Shack. Close-knit houses lined the street at the beginning but began to thin out as he approached the end of the way. The shrieking shack rose up in the distance, past the fence at the end of the road. Arya curled up against the gate, her face hiding behind her knees and a curtain of dark brown hair. At the sound of his footsteps, Arya looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh, it’s you,” she sniffled, quickly rubbing the tears from her face. “If you tell anyone you saw me crying, I’ll kill you.”
Gendry laughed.
“My lips are sealed.” He dropped down next to her. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.”
“I know you can handle it yourself, but if you ever need me to beat someone up, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
Arya smiled faintly. Gendry stood up, holding out a hand.
“Come on; let’s get back inside where it’s warm.”
He hefted her up by her icy hand.
“Thanks.”
They walked back down the road in silence, shoulders almost touching. Gendry flexed his hand, itching to hold hers, but put it in his pocket at the last second. The alleyway opened onto a larger street lined with quaint cottages, each blanketed with a cap of pristine snow. A lopsided snowman occupied the corner of the lawn of the last house on the street, where it crossed onto the main road. Gendry laughed.
“That snowman kind of looks like Professor Varys, doesn’t it?” he said, pausing in front of it.
“You’re right,” Arya chuckled. "I feel like it's going to quiz me on the best methods of Occlumency."
“Miss Stark,” Gendry put on his best Varys impression, “what is the difference between—”
Trystane Martell barrelled around the corner, coming to a stop in front of them with a sheepish expression on his face. Arya tensed behind him. Gendry took a protective step forward, blocking Trystane from her view.
“Martell.” Gendry crossed his arms.
“Gendry,” Trystane blanched. “Hi.” He peeked around Gendry’s shoulder at Arya. “Arya, can we talk—” glancing up at Gendry’s stony expression, he gulped before adding, “—alone? I need to apologize.”
Arya answered after a long pause. “I guess.”
"Are you sure?" Gendry asked. "I can still punch him if you want me to."
“It’ll be fine, Gendry,” Arya scoffed, although her eyes told a different story. “Besides, if he messes up again I’ll just punch him myself.”
Trystane smiled faintly.
"Alright," Gendry answered. "I'll be back at the tea shop if you need me."
Arya nodded before following Trystane down the snow-covered street toward the Three Broomsticks. Gendry watched them as Trystane disappeared inside the pub first. Turning around, Arya motioned for him to leave. Gendry nodded. She smiled before heading inside.
With a heavy sigh, Gendry trudged back toward Madam Puddifoot’s and his fake girlfriend, desperately hoping that next week’s break-up wouldn’t be too late.
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Discussion Recap: AARRGHHHH
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Chapter 3 was short, but enough happened to set us off on a long discussion.  And when I say set us off, I mean:  @shiplocks-of-love​ wanted to slap John.  @srebrnafh​ wanted to slap Sherlock a bit.  @inevitably-johnlocked​ wanted to slap them both.
There was a significant step forward on the case with the boys finally naming a suspect – Andrea, the head chef. We speculated on whether or not it’s really her.
But I’m not convinced it’s Andrea. I think she’s involved, somehow, but it’s too soon for it to be over. I’m considering the possibility that she has a stalker, and it’s him, doing his utmost to prove his love for her. Or she’s being framed. Very elaborately. @wildishmazz​
And we've suspiciously not heard anything about Jodie the wedding planner while all signs started to point to Andrea...  @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
And what about Noel @inevitably-johnlocked​
maybe it's a red red herring @shiplocks-of-love​
We still don’t know what Sherlock is keeping from John, and poor John isn’t taking it well.  Sherlock better have a damn good reason!
Who could it be other than Mary? Why is Sherlock still protecting her? Wait, is it Harry? @wildishmazz​
He knows more than anyone that John has trust issues. @sherlock-nanowrimo​
It means the secret is a pretty big thing. @srebrnafh​
Yeah... or possibly dangerous @almosttomorocco​
maybe not dangerous, just hurtful @shiplocks-of-love​
It must be personal to John if Sherlock is keeping it  from him - what if it has to do with rosie in some way? mary maybe was friends with Ian, and they mentioned that Ian cheated a lot... maybe the baby is ians? @inevitably-johnlocked​
The unresolved sexual tension picked up speed and we enjoyed watching John’s thirst get out of control.  
He angry wanked to the memory of sherlock pressing him up against the door. John just how thirsty are you love? @hpswl-cumbercookie​
John sure is slow on the uptake in this. He seriously can't see how badly Sherlock has it for him yet he checks out his arse!!! @elwinglyre​
I loved their first kiss. I don’t think those idiots would have ever gotten anywhere if they hadn’t been forced to kiss. The freaking thirst levels between them after that kiss... @one-thousand-splendid-stars​
and the fact that they couldn't even look at each other after the kiss. GOD @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
The whole not meeting eyes thing was perfect UST @sherlock-nanowrimo​
They had a lot to drink, then the dancing made them looser... @shiplocks-of-love​
I LOVED THE DANCING @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
John contemplating about "Sherlock taking the lead" @inevitably-johnlocked​
I am a sucker for some handholding and sexually tense throat-clearing @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
We had a lot of mixed feelings about the sex.  It was certainly hot, but the fact they didn’t talk and resolve any of their issues had some unfortunate consequences.  
@almosttomorocco​ summed it up very well in an apropos gif: Here’s how i feel trying to decide about being happy the slept together and mad cuz they didn't talk...
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Oh Christ yeah the second John reacted to the condom it stopped being a good time @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
Nothing makes the atmosphere in bed better than considering past lovers, bravo John. Srsly. This guy just asked you to shag him and you SAY this crap aloud? @srebrnafh​
God I hate how John knows he should apologize for his casual cruelty, but he doesn't know how so he just lets it go @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
John's shit self esteem though... like... "herp derp who was he trying to pick up if he had condoms in the drawer" while his dick is being wrapped in said condom. @inevitably-johnlocked​
Our hearts were shattering at how this must have made Sherlock feel.
I would not have blamed Sherlock if he upped and walked away at that point @sherlock-nanowrimo​
And sorry, but the way he turned around... Like "you won't have to look at me this way". John, you just insulted your lover calling him a potentially diseased slag.  @srebrnafh​
and even if Sherlock flinched at John's careless remark... he still offered himself because he's so gone on him. Argh. @shiplocks-of-love​
God its going to be so heartbreaking if that was Sherlock's first time @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
a demonstration that sex doesn't fix everything @wildishmazz​
How could they have sex and make more problems??? Honestly two stupid boys @hpswl-cumbercookie​
@tildathings​ voices what everyone’s thinking: There will be real angst in the coming chapter?  
I can just see Sherlock ready to chalk up John's interest to alcohol. And John being too insecure to correct him. @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
Yep, I fear Sherlock is just going to act all aloof about it and say "it meant nothing" @inevitably-johnlocked​
We didn’t spend the WHOLE time wanting to throttle them.  
the casual intimacy of them waking up together @benzedrine-calmstheitch​
I liked the sleepy phones lol and AND AND the soft hiding of their entwined hands on the way to the room @inevitably-johnlocked​
I liked when John thought Sherlock’s morning grumpiness was endearing. And when Sherlock casually sat on his bed to chat @one-thousand-splendid-stars​
I liked how Sherlock is openly crediting John for his findings and sharing credit for his part. Like finally involving him. @srebrnafh​
We also had a bit of fun imagining what Greg looked like.  
Theories included Rupert Graves, Channing Tatum, John Cena.  
But @inevitably-johnlocked​ had the best answer – The Rock.  Suddenly John’s jealousy makes perfect sense.  
Thanks to @benzedrine-calmstheitch​ we’re all  picturing Sherlock sitting in The Rock's lap while John is ENRAGED.  
And @inevitably-johnlocked​ put together a photoshop:
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All in all, an eventful read and discussion!  
@shiplocks-of-love​ sums up our feelings going into next week:  So let's see. Andrea is the prime suspect, the Dam of Mutual Pining bursts, Angsty Sex ensues. What will come next?
We can’t wait to find out! 
And thanks to @sherlock-nanowrimo​ for this week’s discussion recap! And apologies for @lediona25 and @yorkiepug still being MIA... :)
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seidrbyhearthfire · 5 years
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I hope you all have enjoyed this New Year’s Day in some way, shape, or form. As for myself, I rearranged my altar while my husband set up his new one. I removed some pieces and added others. All our witchy books are now underneath my altar so they can be more easily accessed.
Like past years, I performed my New Year reading and wrote down what I understand from it in my grimoire to reflect. I have goals this year that mostly involve self-improvement, which honestly isn’t new lol. I am most excited about my decision to go back to college next fall to finish my degree, this time majoring in English as I should have done from the start.
I also hung bay leaves and pine above our front door with runes I drew in silver to protect our home and encourage prosperity, among other things. The kitchen is also cleaner than ever and a candle burns on the stovetop to represent a hearth. I now have some Sleepy Time tea brewing that I’ll sweeten with honey. I’ll probably hit the pipe one or two times while I enjoy it to help wind down.
I have many misgivings towards myself and I am so tired of it. Sure, the new plan puts another on the back burner. And yeah, it really fucking stings. But at least I can say I am confident it is the best way to go about things. Nothing is guaranteed, but I’m really pushing for the best possible outcome here and I just hope I can go about this year unclouded.
2019 is for the taking. So here’s to being true to yourself and the world around you. Happy New Year.✨👊🎉
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