#anyway i hope you enjoy! i'm hoping to watch the new episode tonight

[golden--doodler]

To celebrate the fact that The Amazing Digital Circus is coming out with a new episode today, and the fact that my sister loves her, I decided to draw Pomni (who she called precious).

[ID]: Traditional fanart of Pomni from The Amazing Digital Circus. She is seen in a full body profile, and she's a girl in a distinct jester's outfit. She has a blue and red jester hat with yellow pom poms at the tips, and her outfit has similar yellow buttons in the middle. Her outfit also has blue and red stripes everywhere. One of her shoes is even blue, and the other is red, keeping up the blue and red theme. She has porcelain white skin with distinct eyes that are also colored blue and red (they almost look like a color wheel with how they're shaped). She has pink markings right below her eyes, and black eyelashes. She also has fluffy, shoulder-length black hair with bangs sticking out from her hat. She's also wearing a blue glove which she has put on her face. She has a worried expression, as if something's about to go wrong.

[scorpioriesling]

Too Hot to Handle - Episode 6

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Characters featured: Reader, Feyre, Morrigan, Nesta, Gwyn, Elain, Emerie, Amren, Cassian, Lucien, Eris, Tarquin, Rhysand, Helion, Azriel, & Tamlin

Warning(s): None really, light suggestions

SR’s Note: Thank you always for your patience! All the support for this series is appreciated too. I know this one is shorter, but oh my god so much happens haha! Enjoy and I cannot wait to hear your feedback! Only 4 more episodes after this! (‘: Tags: @velarisdusk @lilah-asteria @starlightazriel @panther-girl-124 @cynthiesjmxazrielslover @paintedbyshadows

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"Y/N, I don't think I'm going to be able to do this," Lucien sighs heavily. Your eyes scan the room, taking in every inch of crimson-painted wall lined with various toys, devices, and... instruments of all kinds. You've practically done a 360 degree turn when your eyes meet Lucien's again, which are dark with growing lust as his gaze rakes over your form.

"Lucien -- stop. We have to be good tonight, remember? We just cost the group a lot of money last night..." You trail off as he draws closer, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. His scent of amber and earth is strong, the earlier smell of the ocean and shore long washed from him. You stare up into his enticing gaze as he hungrily gazes at your lips, his eyes trailing lower to your chest as it rises and falls rapidly with each breath. The fact that you chose to wear a rather low-cut neckline tonight was obviously not the best choice, had you only known.

"Lucien," you whisper as his fingers slide over the curves of your ass. He smirks, squeezing lightly, which makes you jump. You smack his shoulder and pull back, begrudgingly making your way to the balcony and away from his embrace -- much where you'd rather be, if Lana weren't involved.

"Ughhhhhh," he groans, trailing slowly behind you. You open the doors, allowing the cool breeze of the night in to ease the burn of his touch on your skin. He comes up behind you, this time placing his hands on either side of the railing, sure not to touch you. He dips his head after a few moments, resting it on the back of your shoulderblade as you continue to peer out at the night sky.

"Why don't we just end this retreat early and go about our lives outside of here?" He says, his muffled words from his lips against your skin.

"Hm?" You humm.

He draws back, placing a light kiss behind your ear. "I mean," his breath tickles your ear. "Why don't we just leave early, like, get out of here? Then we can do whatever we want," his fingers tickle your side, and you laugh, shrinking back against him. "... then me and my city girl wouldn't have to worry about any silly rules, right?" He says. You look behind you, meeting his gaze with a raised brow.

"Who's to say you aren't exactly how you were when you first came to this retreat, hm?" You tease. Lucien rolls his eyes, and you poke his side, causing him to chuckle. You slip from his embrace, slinking back inside, toward the sex chamber from Hell that you weren't allowed to indulge in.

Over your shoulder, you smirked at him, watching you from against the balcony railing. "You may not even like the city, anyway."

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Back at the villa, the entire group awaited anxiously. Since this new arrival had the choice of someone either in a relationship or previously single, this decision could be catastrophic for many, many reasons.

"I think it's a girl," Mor tuts. Helion sits stone-faced beside her, staring at the ground below. Feyre nervously twists her fingers beside Rhysand, who masks a cool calm face, but runs an anxious hand along her arm in an attempt at comfort. Unlike those in pairs, some of the single men are rather excited, hoping they'll be chosen.

"I would think so," Tarquin speaks up. "I mean, Azriel came last, so it would make sense to add in a girl next." He shrugs.

"Great," Cassian chuckles humorlessly. "One more chick for all of you guys to loose money over." Eris shoulder bumps him from the side.

"Dude, what if she's the hottest girl you've ever seen? You never know who's going to walk in here, or how you'd-"

"Good evening, guests." Lana intereupts.

The group quiets immediately. "Good evening, Lana."

"I am pleased to know that my couples have enjoyed their dates this evening, and I am happy to now inform you that my new arrival is ready for their date. They have selected their chosen guest for the evening as well." It seems as though the entire group holds their breath, the floodlights near the entrance of the villa blinking on as Lana pauses.

"Everyone, please welcome our new guest... Nesta."

Every head turns simultaneously, many of the guys reaching and looking over one another at the entrance to see a beautiful, ash-blonde woman walking gracefully in wearing a glittering silver floor-length gown. Her small, demure smile sent waves of unease through quite a few of the girls, who studied the guys with calculating eyes. Nesta seemed to assess each and every one, though supposedly she could make only one decision... for tonight, anyway.

"Hello everyone," she said politely, when she was close enough to the group. A few of the girls, Amren and Emerie, stood and welcomed her kindly -- the guys were either too entranced by her or had their jaws practically on the floor at this point. Cassian, for one, sat completely still, lips parted slightly, eyes wide as if he'd seen an angel for the first time.

"Nesta has chosen her date for tonight," Lana said, the group's chatter quieting once more. She stood near the edge of the group, her eyes lingering on Cassian for only a moment but landing on Eris, who winked at her, causing the small smile to only grow.

"Eris, please stand and join Nesta for your date on the beach."

"Nice!" Tamlin claps Eris on the shoulder, and Eris rises with a huge grin on his face. Cassian's mouth shuts immediately, his trance seeming to end and reality crashing back in. He folds his arms, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Eris takes Nesta's hand, kissing the back of it softly. She laughs lightly, and the sound of it tickles Cassian's brain in a way he hadn't felt before. A way that made his blood boil.

Why. The Hell. Was Eris going on that date.

In that moment, he felt every nerve ending in his body. Every crackle of the fire in the pit before him felt as though it was raging inside his very heart-

"You alright there, Cass?"

No. He wouldn't be alright. Not until that Nesta, was his.

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"You're sure you don't want to get in? Not even to dip your toes in?" Lucien says teasingly. You roll your eyes at him through the vanity mirror, and he laughs in response. He stands from his crouched form beside the large, rose petal-laden bathtub, still just as enticing even in the morning light.

"Oh, I'm sure." You say, setting down the hairbrush and smoothing out your hair. "The shower did me just fine, and besides, we went all night without breaking one, single rule -- I'd hate for us to lose the group that $5,000 over a silly bath."

He stalks over, the soft pads of the villa slippers you'd both recieved quiet against the carpet. His hands rest on your shoulders, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"We were very good last night, weren't we?" He says. You smile softly, your fingers delicately brushing up and down his forearm as yuor eyes meet through the mirror.

"We were..." You say, leaning back against him and resting your head against his robe-covered torso.

"I wonder how the dates went," he says, his fingers moving to rub small circles against your scalp. You hum softly against the sensation, thinking of nothing else besides Lucien in this moment, the relaxation, and the quality time you have gotten with him thus far.

"Mhm..." You hum. He chuckles, his fingers retreating from your hair as he tilts you upright on your stool once more.

"We should head back soon pretty girl," he says, kissing your cheek quickly. "Still have to meet the new arrival today, right?" He winks, moving to untie his robe and slip on his clothes.

If it were up to you, you'd stay in the sex den from Hell with clothes-less Lucien rather than going back to the group villa, where the new arrival would be, along with likely a whole. Lotta. Drama.

You sigh overdramatically, averting your eyes to spare yourself the impending ache between your thighs you knew you wouldn't be able to soothe if you allowed yourself a glance.

"Yep. I bet they're missing us so much."

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[romanestuffsposts]

Can you do a Drabble of mafia stucky x little reader where they have a disorder where she gets low blood pressure spells and she has an episode when they take her to the office? 🥺🥺

Your account makes me feel small and safe ❤️❤️

Hi there! Of course 💜

I had a request like that before my account was delete and I don't know if it was you or not but i did some research on low blood pressure cause I wanted to write things right. I hope I made it okay and it looks like the reality of low blood pressure episodes. I didn't know what it was- no i'm lying. I knew what it was but I never made research on that before so Thank you for my general culture love ❤️

I'm happy that you feel like that about my account. it's to give these feelings that I started on this platform 🥰

Anyways, enjoy lovers <3

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Warnings : Low blood pressure episode, blood, scared reader, comfort, doctor, paci, cursing

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⬆️⬆️⬆️

A/N : thank you to be understandable if it is not perfect or not everything is realistic, I did my best with a subject that was unknown to me 💜

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"Fucking hell" Steve curses under his breath as he rummages through his belongings and returns his office to try to find his folds "Steve watch your language" Bucky warns as he swings you on his hip

"Fucking he-" You start with a big smile at the new words you heard but your Daddy cuts you off with a finger against your lips "No" he shakes his head "that's one of the words you can't say, never. Understood ?" He says sternly

You nod and he moves his finger "what do we say now ?" he asks as he starts to swaying you again "I sowwy Daddy" You says and he shows you his smile making you giggle "Thank you, beautiful" he says kissing your nose

You rest your head on his shoulder and start to play with your Daddy's hair. Bucky turns his attention back to Steve "Can you please tell me what you're looking for ?" As he observes his husband, Bucky grabs your paci who was attached on your shirt and puts it in your mouth. Your Daddies have habits now, they hide the corner of the table when you hide under it and jump out to play so you wouldn't hurt yourself. They check fifthy times if the water of your bath isn't too hot for you without them noticing. Every time they walk around the house and step beside one of your stuffie, they would grab it and travel around the house with it until they rest your stuffie somewhere where you could easily find it. It's little attentions but you sure notice them

"I can't find my folds" Steve groans throwing on the ground the papers he has in his hand. You frown when you notice that you hear badly your Papa talking. Is it because your ear is against your Daddy's shoulder ? Probably. You don't really pay attention to that, it's grown-up problems, none of that for you right now

"what folds ?" Bucky frowns. They were at work all day and were working on important folds but Steve got distracted about a phone call and when he gets back to grab his jacket to go home, he completly forgot his folds at work, in his and Bucky's office. Even if Steve knows he forgot them at work, he still wish he can find them in their office at home.

"The one I have to do for tomorrow. We have an important meeting with investors tomorrow afternoon and I have to read and prepare the folds tonight. If I don't have them, we can't do the meeting and we'll lose a lot of money and I don't think you want to lose that much money" He says talking fast as he keeps throwing the papers away

"Steve you obviously forgot it at work" Bucky rolls his eyes making you giggle. Your Daddy always make funny face when he notices you look at him so you would giggle and he loves hearing those sounds when they come out of your mouth

Right after giggling, your face frowns once again as you barely heard your own sound. You heard your Daddies talking but you felt the exact same thing that you felt when your Papa were talking earlier. You simply shake that feeling away and you concentrate again on your Daddy's hair.

Steve sighs "I clearly don't want to go back to work. We promised her we'll go in the parc today before it's getting too dark. She needs to go out and plays, she needs to move those little legs around and somewhere else than home" Bucky looks at you and sees you still concentrate on his hair. he looks back a Steve "We'll go to the parc, we have times. It will take us twenty minutes to go grab the folds so you'll have what you need and she'll have what she wants" he says caressing your cheek with his finger. You smile looking up at your Daddy's face

"Stop worrying, please. You're going to worry her and then i'll be frustrate and we'll all have a bad evening so let's not do that" Bucky says and Steve snorts "Okay I give in, you win" He sighs getting up from the ground "I'm sorry, i'm what ?" Bucky smirks and Steve laughs pushing his shoulder. The movement of pushing made you move too and you feel a wave of nausea running up your belly

Fortunately for you, before you say something to your Daddies about that, the feeling is gone and you just throw it away, maybe it's the vegetable you eat at dinner. It's never good those things anyways so it's probably that

Your Daddy puts you on the ground and you whimper letting your paci fall from your mouth. You lift your arms back up to be carried by your Daddy but he kneels beside you "I can't carry you all day, baby" he says kissing your nose "you need to exercice your legs before running around the parc" he smiles and you nod trying to hide your pout "Otay, Daddy"

"Thank you, little one" he kisses your temple and stands up. You grab his T-shirt before he walks away making him turn around "Can I twy to put my soes lone, pwease ?" You ask shyly and he nods winking "of course, princess but if you can't do it call us"

"pwomise, Daddy" You say running happily to find your shoes

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Your Papa opens your car door and he lifts you up to puts you back on the ground just after. While your Papa closes the door behind you, you rest your hand on the car beside you as a dizziness is erupting in your head. You feel this feeling traveling around your eyes to the back of your throat without forgetting the smallest recesses of your head.

You blink hard as your vision got blurred. You feel your Papa holding your shoulders and pushes you forward so you'll start walking. You whimper and turn around, you look up and lift your arms to your papa who only shake his head "I won't carry you, sweetness. I agree with Daddy, you need to use those little legs of yours" he smiles grabbing your hand "either way they couldn't carry you to the kitchen when you're hungry" he teases and you give in.

You walk beside your Papa, your grip on his hand is tight, you're scared cause you don't see well and you still feel dizzi. The fast steps of your Papa isn't helping you but you know they are in a hurry so you just shut your mouth and go along with the hurry of your Daddie.

Once you three walk inside the big building, Steve hands you at Bucky and he starts to go faster toward the stairs "why Papa didn took the eleva ?" You ask your Daddy

"because he want to be quick so he decides to run up the stairs" he says before frowning and gazes back down at you "but that's not something you can do. You can not run in the stairs, never. Understood ?" You look up at him and nod "Yes Daddy"

He smiles down at you and calls the elevator. He runs his fingers on your hand who is still in his as you both wait the elevator to arrive. You always repeat the sound the elevator does when he warns that he is here. However, you didn't made any sounds this time which confuse your Daddy. He looks down at you as he walks inside, he almost has to drag you in the elevator "baby are you alright ?" he asks looking down at you once the door are close

He clicks on the button of their office's floor and get his attention back down at you "beautiful ?" He kneels before you and his eyes widen when he sees your face "Babydoll, your nose is bleeding" he says shocked as he grabs your cheeks to have a better look of your face

"M not feeling well, daddy" you quietly say as you battle yourself to keep your eyes open. Bucky frowns "where does it hurt, baby ?" he asks. Before you can answer, you feel your body letting you down and the panic inside you is getting bigger. Your Daddy is quick to grab you before you fall on the ground "fucking hell" He curses, he stands up once the door opens and when he turns around to leave the elevator, he sees Steve with the folds in his hands. The smile on his face disappears when he looks at the view infront of him. His blood runs cold and he lets the folds falling on the ground "Buck ?" he rushes inside the elevator "What happened ? Is she hurt ? Did she fell ? What the hell is happening ?!" he says panicking.

"Steve, I don't know what she has but I do know that we need to keep our calm for her. She can't have us panicked. She needs us right now and we'll be there for her" he says trying to calm his husband "Call the doctor and tell him to meet us at home, right now"

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"how is she ?" Bucky asks finally allowing himself to worry "is it serious ?" Steve asks behind Bucky.

They quickly took you back at home and made sure to keep an eye on you. Steve never left your side in the car, he sat in the back seat so he could have you in his arms the whole time. Bucky kept eyeing the backseat from the mirror in the car to make sure you were fine. He puts all his strengh in his body to stop his hands from shaking

"she had a drop in her blood pressure. That's what caused her nosebleed. It's possible that she had warning signs like dizziness or nausea. She may have felt sick or confused or maybe weak. It's also possible that she didn't feel anything coming and that it happened like that" Doctor Martin says

"What can we do about that ?" Bucky asks "I mean, do we have to get her medications or bringing her to the hospital ? Cause we'll do it if we need to" Bucky says and Steve agrees quickly

‘’Well, no need to go to the hospital just yet, but keep an eye on her. She only has to do it slowly when she is sitting down and about to get up. She should be careful not to get up too quickly when getting out of bed or whenever getting up from a lying position. It's better if she lays down or sits for a long time right after eating." He says looking at your Daddies "She can increase the amount of water she drinks too"

Steve nods "Alright, thank you doctor. We'll take care of her, we promise" Bucky goes back in your room while Steve walks the doctor out of the house

"Hi there, beautiful" Bucky smiles when he sees you turning his head toward him "how are you feeling ?" he asks sitting on the bed beside you "M tiwed and I don know what is happening" You mumble frowning. Your Daddy caresses your forehead "I know, doll. But we're here to make you feel better. It's just a bad moment that we need to get over with" he says kissing her temple

You nod as your Papa walks in the room with a glass of water in his hands. He smiles "I got you something to drink, sweetness" He says sitting on the other side of the bed. You shake your head when he goes to sit you. He stops his movement "you're not thirsty ?"

You shake your head again and he sighs "Okay but you'll drink this glass of water before bedtime" You nod "I pwomise, Papa"

Your Daddy gives you your stuffie and put your paci in your mouth "Let's make it comfy" He whispers and Steve goes soften the light before laying back down beside you

"No pawc ?" You ask and Your Daddies shake their head "No, baby. We'll go to the parc when you'll feel better, we promise" Says your Papa and you nod again trying to not be too sad

"But we're here and we'll go slowly, step by step" Your Daddy says lifting your chin. "And you know what it means ?" You shake your head before gazing up your daddy "It means we'll play a lot together and have a lot of cuddles infront of the tv or during the night until late in the morning" He brings his closer to yours "because we take a break from work to watch you and take care of you" He smiles pocking your nose with his

You smile "weally ?" Your Papa chuckles "yes, sweetie. We won't leave you" You smile bigger

"cuddles now ?" You shyly ask bitting your lips. Steve kisses your cheek as Bucky wraps his arms around you "we'll cuddle you until the end of the world" He whispers kissing your ear

"We love you, our sweet and beautiful baby"

"I love you too, daddies"

[dannystheone]

Hope it's okay to send this when your requests are closed, I just read your tickling isn't goth fic and my God that was so cute 🥺 is there any chance we could get a fic of Michael messing around with Pete only for Pete to remember Michael admitted he's ticklish so he retaliates?

Yes absolutely! So um I know what I said but

lol I had an idea I'M THE WORST

I've actually had this idea before but I wanted to wait until I could articulate it properly if that makes sense

I hope you enjoy :0

WARNINGS: cursing! mentions of satan and other imagery. also a lot of band references so if it's confusing I'm sorry lol

I'm More Goth Than YOU! (Lee Micheal/ Ler Pete)

This takes place during the 'Basic Cable' episode (Season 23 Episode 9). After finding out that Micheal has already talked to the new girl Sophie, Pete finds himself wanting to discuss a few things with his friend...

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"-So we just sat around and listened to Bauhaus when System of a Down came on after that. I was like, what the fuck am I listening to, you know. And they skipped the song like when it came on and it switched to another goth band but that's when I knew they were just another poser." Micheal rambled Pete's ear off while they were watching a scary movie together.

Pete was at Micheal's house as it was the start of the weekend and October, so naturally they had to kick it off right. However, watching scary movies was a year-round activity, so tonight was a bit basic by their standards. The movie of choice was Hereditary, but they've seen it so many times that they could talk and watch at the same time and not miss any beats.

Pete was zoning out if he were being honest. He had his mind set on a girl he had talked to earlier that day. Sophie Gray. She was really pretty and she seemed really cool, not unlike anyone else that went to their school. Even though she was new and Pete didn't really know her yet, he could tell that she was different. Pete laid his cheek on his fist while he thoughtlessly said the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't mind System of a Down if I'm in the right mood," Pete said honestly. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of disgust. Pete was laying on his side on the couch with his left leg bent at the knee and his right leg laid over Micheal's thigh. Micheal pushed Pete's leg off of him and crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.

"God, that's how I know you're a fucking poser," Micheal growled. That got Pete's attention. Pete looked up from the television and set his jaw in anger.

"What did you say?" Pete asked, testing Micheal. There was no way his friend would utter something like that again to his face.

"I'm just saying that no real child of darkness would be listening to something so mainstream. I've heard cheerleaders listen to Chop Suey before." Micheal said with venom in his tone.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you know a single song from the band anyway? You're a hypocrite, Micheal. Op- foreshadowing." Pete pointed to the TV where a hidden Easter egg was shown in the movie.

"Nice catch." Micheal relaxed after that. Micheal allowed Pete to put his leg back up to rest on his thigh so it wasn't hanging off the couch. It seemed like Micheal didn't want to be caught being a poser or a conformist in any way, shape, or form. Pete wondered why that was.

"So uh... that new girl at school. Sophie Gray? Talk to her yet?" Pete tested the waters with Micheal. Sophie had revealed that Micheal had already spoken to her before Pete had, and Gods knows what Micheal was saying about the people at the school. To save his own skin, Pete threw Micheal under the bus and called him a total poser. Because let's face it, no one was more goth than Pete was.

Micheal perked up at her name. "Yeah, she's pretty cool. I offered to show her around campus sometime and she started talking about Skinny Puppy. Can you believe it? She's not a conformist dickhole like every other new kid in South Park." Micheal carded his fingers through his curly hair while Pete stared back at the TV.

"Well, too bad she already accepted my invitation to show her around the school. She even said she wanted to talk later. Guess she's only into real goths." Pete was poking the bear on that one. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of thinly veiled shock.

"What? You talked to her? No way." He asked. Pete shrugged nonchalantly with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah. She said she's not into posers. Her words." Micheal furrowed his brows at Pete's words.

"Well, I'm not a poser!" Micheal said defensively. Pete's smile only grew as he looked over his shoulder to meet Micheal's eyes.

"Then why would she say something like that? She said she doesn't like guys who try too hard." Pete's smile could be heard in his voice. Michael gave Pete an incredulous look and grabbed onto Pete's calve resting on his thigh.

"Did she actually say that Pete?" Micheal asked. Pete threw up his shoulders and turned his attention back to the TV.

"Are... Are you lying? Pete. Answer me." Pete kept a smug little grin on his face when he felt a hand squeezing the in-between spot of his knee and his thigh. Pete let out a shocked cry as he shook off the hand.

"Ah-hah! What are you doing creeper?!" Pete yelled, fighting to take his leg back. Micheal held onto his leg in a tight grip as he defended himself.

"I want you to answer me about Sophie Gray, dork! I'm not doing this 'cause I like it! Are you lying about what you said?" Micheal pressed.

Now one thing about Pete: He was a TERRIBLE liar. He could make stuff up on the spot about a story that was already established, but coming up with stuff out of thin air under pressure? He began to stutter and jerk his leg in Micheal's grip.

"I- I don't know! It's just what she said! Why do you-" Pete and Micheal both looked at the TV at the same time. The main character had passed by another Easter egg.

"Foreshadowing." They said at the same time.

They turned back to look at each other one more time before Micheal squished the inner part of Pete's knee, creeping into his inner thigh. Pete gave an inward squeak as he began giggling and kicking his leg.

"M-Mihihicheal! Stohohop! You're a weheheirdo!" Pete struggled and snickered while squirming all over Micheal's couch. Micheal hadn't heard Pete's ticklish laugh, or any laugh for that matter, since the tickling ritual at Henrietta's place a few months back. They don't really talk about that day, and for good reason.

"What, are you gonna call me a creep next? You're so mainstream it hurts, Pete. I don't know why Sophie would choose you to hang out with. If she should be hanging out with any goth at the school it should definitely be me." Micheal admitted. Pete managed an eye-roll in the midst of his tickle attack which Micheal definitely caught.

"Sounds like you're je-hehealous! Get off mehehe!" Pete snickered with Micheal grabbing both his lower thighs and squishing into the muscle. Through sheer luck (and some determination) Pete managed to sit up in a different position on the couch and grabbed Micheal by his jacket. Their small tussle took them to the floor of the living room in a bundle of pillows and blankets.

Pete thrust a hand out while blind in the flurry of objects surrounding them and just started to squish his hand over and over. Pete didn't really know why he shot his arm out to retaliate, but something in the back of his mind told him it would work.

His intuition seemed to be right as he felt the random body part he had grabbed start to shake with laughter. Pete forced himself out of the small blanket fort that had fallen on top of them and kept squeezing the body part he had in his hand.

He had Micheal's ribs in his grip, which he held onto for dear life. Satan, Micheal was a squirmer. It was like he was being electrocuted.

"Call me mainstream again, Micheal. Do it. I dare y-" Pete egged on Micheal, but he had never seen this expression on his face before. Micheal's eyes were screwed shut as he laughed out from the small amount of squeezes Pete was administering. Had Pete landed on his death spot by accident?

"Pehehete! Gehehe- *hick!* Gehehehet ohohoff- *hick!* ahahasshole! *hick!*" The sound of Micheal's hiccupy laughter filled the living room. Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react rather than to keep squeezing. Pete shoved both his hands on either side of Micheal's ribcage and scribbled his fingers into Micheal's bony frame. Micheal burst out into a fresh peal of laughter as he tried tucking his knees into his chest for protection.

"I'm gonna put you in your grave for calling me a poser, Micheal. I should record this and show it to Sophie to prove to her that you're just a ticklish conformist. I bet she'd get a real laugh out of that one. What do you think?" Pete was sure talking big words for someone who was ticklish himself. Micheal could do nothing as his head lay on the carpeted floor and laughed out.

Micheal tried fighting Pete's hands back, but that just raised his arm up and out of the way. Pete took the opportunity and shoved his hand into Micheal's armpit and simply moved his fingers in the space before Micheal snorted and squirmed underneath his friend.

"Gohohohod! Yohohohou- *hick!* yohohohou suhuhuhuhuck! *hick!* Screhehehew ohohohohoff! *hick!*" Despite his words, Pete had it hard taking Micheal seriously, seeing as he had a huge grin on his face and giggled out all of his threatening words. It didn't deter Pete of course, he's heard this all before.

"What did you say? You said I suck? You calling me a vamp kid now, Micheal?" Pete tossed his hair out of his eyes just as Micheal had managed to flip himself onto his belly and started clawing himself away from the situation. Pete launched into action as he grabbed his friend's right arm and barred it into his back.

"L-Let go of me! Sophie Gray knows I'm more goth than you, conformist! This is pointless!" Micheal shouted. Pete let out a disgusted groan as he jammed his fingers into Micheal's side, just underneath his lowest rib. If Pete thought he found Micheal's death spot before, he was dead wrong. Micheal immediately started fighting him and trying to hold back his immense giggles.

"Stahahahap! *hick!* Yohohou're fuhuhucking lahahame- *hick!* Pehehehete!" Micheal's face buried into the carpet of the living room while his shoulders jumped with laughter. Pete was a little shocked for words at how well he was taking control of the situation.

"Oh yeah, I'm lame, Micheal? I'm not the one laughing like a preppy straight-A cheerleader right now. If only Sophie were here, she could see how much of a princess you actually are." Pete had no idea where these fighting words were coming from, especially directed at someone who's always been more commonly revered among the goths AND older than him. Micheal struggled at that last remark but crumbled when he felt Pete finding the divet in his side. That was the spot right there.

"Fuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff! Yohohou- *hick!* Yohohohou're thehehe wohohohohorst! *hick!* Micheal tried lying on the side that was being tickled and swung with his free arm, but Pete was quick to grab the arm and stuff it by the other one and kept both his wrists behind his back in a vice grip. Now Pete alternated between tickling one side and switching to the other randomly.

That was cause for disaster. The randomness of the tickles in Micheal's worst spot kept him laughing as his brain was surprised at every turn where Pete would strike next. Not to mention with his increased laughter, his hiccups increased as well.

Pete could feel Micheal's legs bending at the knee and shooting out behind him over and over again as he sat on his hips. He felt all of his struggling underneath him, but his laugh was what intrigued him most. It was hiccupy yes but it was deeper than his speaking voice, and it had the same rasp to it. It would be more of a romantic laugh if it wasn't infested by those goofy hiccups.

"How much more of this do you wanna take, Micheal? You know what you have to say to get out of this. You have to say you're sorry for calling me a poser, you have to say I'm more goth than you, and you have to say Sophie Gray would prefer me over you showing her around the school cause you're a goddamn dorky ticklish conformist." Pete laid all this out while Micheal immediately started shaking his head.

"Nohohoho wahahahay!! I cahahahan't! *hick!* Ihihihihit's- *hick!* Ihihihihit's toohohohoo muhuhuhuch! *hick!*" Micheal's voice was getting weaker, maybe since he'd gotten tickled a lot longer than Pete was tickled just a moment ago. Pete decided to give Micheal a little boost. Pete let go of Micheal's hands behind his back just for Pete to grab both of his sides and scratch his blunt nails through the thin material of his blouse. Micheal let out a surprised noise as he fell back onto the carpet with his eyes screwed shut in laughter.

"Then I guess we'll stay here a while, Micheal. Say hi to Cthulu for me when you cross into the Ether." Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes while he watched Micheal manage a quick bird-flipping motion with his right hand. Pete groaned audibly as he shoved his fingers into Micheal's armpit, which made Micheal laugh hard.

"Just say you like it-" Pete was about to say before his phone chirped a notification sound. Pete looked back at his phone and decided to give Michael a break. Pete unlatched himself from Micheal's hips as he walked on his knees to read the notification. With Micheal's freedom, Micheal rolled onto his back and gulped in greedy amounts of air with a hand over his beating heart.

"You're a fucking dickhole, Pete... I swear to-" Micheal started, but Pete interrupted him.

"Oh shit. Sophie just invited me to her house. She said she wants to watch something." Pete looked over to Micheal, who was sitting up with a pained expression on his face. It was then that Micheal's phone chirped as well. Micheal pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out the message he received.

"I got an invitation too," Micheal said simply.

"What should we do?" Pete asked. Micheal started typing and sent back a message.

"I asked her what we'll watch," Micheal replied. Pete nodded and flipped his hair out of his eyes before sending the same question to Sophie.

A moment passed before both of their phones chirped at the same time.

"Mandalorian?" They both said out loud in an equally disgusted tone.

"She has a Disney Plus account?" Pete asked.

"Fucking conformist," Micheal said, displeased.

"Nope." Pete and Micheal said in unison before shutting down her invitation.

"Welp, so much for that. What should we do now?" It was then that the main character screamed from the television, grabbing both Micheal and Pete's attention.

Pete and Micheal decided to make up and spend the rest of the night watching cheesy horror movies. None of what they said they actually meant, and they really felt that way. Besides, no way a conformist could actually change the way two REAL goths thought about each other.

Pete did have some interesting stories to tell the rest of the group while Micheal wasn't around, however...

[literateleah]

MISS U QUEEN!!!! hope we still on the same braid schedule. hope u have many succession thoughts. hope u are doing well and enjoying your work. hope u are writing maybe not what you need atm but what your heart wants. MISS U!!!!!! 💗💗💗💗

LOGAN HI!!!!!!!! i smiled when seeing this ask notif email in my inbox it made my night :') i really do miss being on here but to be so for real i have no idea where anything/anyone is anymore and i'm more active on twitter at the same username LMAO i have gone to the dark side. i also do in fact have a million succession thoughts (i havent watched tonights episode but im so stoked to in about 30 minutes when i finish this paper).

currently in a stressful pre-finals fugue trying to push to the end of the semester but so excited for SUMMER!! i'm gonna be doing an anthropological internship in a new city which is so so fun and i'm psyched to just have a break from "school brain" for a sec and explore

anyway this school year has been more insanely busy than i could have ever conceived but im feeling v good about everything i'm doing/the direction i'm going and person i'm growing into. v content and v grateful for sure. not writing as much as i'd like to outside of assignments/journalism stuff but i am in fact planning a substack return (double feature of a personal essay recapping my sophomore year and a s5 mrs maisel review) for later this month so hoping to get back into it once i have the time because i do miss that flow and freedom! looking forward to that and more sunshine and getting pizza w friends this week but HOW ARE YOU!!?

[harrowharkwife]

"redeeming the Buckley parents" dude im sorry but like. speaking as someone with emotionally neglectful parents? if you missed the incredibly unsubtle implication that buck is still viewing his interaction with his parents as part of the "other life" (all the flowers in the kitchen at his loft, his dad wanting to watch the game on the couch, his mom decorating the place as she sees fit, his parents staying longer... it looked exactly like his coma dream!) then like... idk what to tell you? this plotline is written from such aggressively personal and specific lived experience that not to sound like a gatekeeping exclusionary cunt or anything, but i genuinely believe it's just one of those things where either you get it or you don't.

of course buck was going to let himself bask in his parents' attention for a spell. tolerate it, let himself enjoy the bits and pieces of it that aren't half bad, while still seeing it for what it is- a fantasy. i called THAT unpleasant little twist halfway through the episode, and was pissed about it for all of five seconds before going "yeah, god. that tracks."

i was half expecting him to cut his parents off this episode, going into tonight, is the thing? because this is TV, and that's how TV writing usually works. but after taking literally just a second to think about it? of course this was how it went. this was how it was always going to go, there was no other option. that is exactly what it is like to have that kind of parents. you always think that you're past it, that you don't want their attention, that you're above it, you've learned your lesson not to let them in, but your parents are always going to be your blind spot. you never stop getting your hopes up and your feelings hurt, no matter how careful you think you're being with your heart. and this is 911, the show that has made its entire modus operandi brutally, excruciatingly lifelike *emotional* realism, at any cost.

narratively speaking? buck was never going to give up on his birth family entirely until he'd accepted the 118 wholeheartedly as his true family of choice, the family that matters. we all know buck- he couldn't survive a single minute in a world where he feels truly alone, i'm talking no family at all, not even a fever-dream play-pretend make-believe pipe-dream one. he was always going to have to embrace his found family before he could begin cutting off his birth family. he needs their support in order to do so- and he's always had the 118's support, but he's never truly let himself trust in it, or believe in it, or feel it, or feel that he deserves it, until now.

another post on here said it better, but- the new couch and the area rug and the game watched on TV, and most of all, the staying?

that's just the grown-up version of new bikes and chocolate cereal and bandaids on his skinned knees.

buck knows that.

the buckley parents haven't changed at all.

the show is not trying to trick you into believing that they have. i promise.

the entire point of this episode was that it was a look inside buck's headspace. the episode flat out stated, verbatim, that what we were witnessing was just different facets of buck's conscience playing tug of war with each other. bobby straight up said, out loud, with his human mouth, that everyone in the coma dream only knows what buck knows, feels how he feels, realizes what he realizes.

like. i'm sorry, i get it, i am unfortunately coming from a perspective of firsthand experience with a large majority of the rather niche set of lived experiences that this episode and this family dynamic are centered around. not everyone is! that's not a dig, just a fact. not everyone grew up with this exact, precise, hyperspecific kind of parents.

(meanwhile, the first time margaret buckley ever walked across the screen all the way back in buck begins, my wife leaned over and whispered in absolute horror "oh my god, it's your mother," and like, she was right. anyway!)

i fully understand that it is a fucking baffling and beyond frustrating and incredibly nonsensical dynamic when viewed from the outside looking in. but please, please believe me when i tell you that for the story they are trying to tell, and the dynamic they are trying to represent? this episode fired on every single emotional cylinder.

no, the buckley parents are not being redeemed.

yes, buck is letting himself linger under their spell for just a little while longer. letting them fawn over him, playing nice until they leave, daydreaming about what could have been, in another life, while knowing that it's just not meant to be in this one.

yes, he knows what he's doing- this is evan "bizarre and extremely effective forms of self-inflicted emotional injury" buckley we're talking about, here. the man hurts his own feelings like it's a sport and he's trying to take home the gold medal.

yes, this is fucking frustrating. no, it's not the healthiest option he could have chosen.

it's also the single most relatable and poignant and true to life thing this show has ever done, from where i'm standing.

however: no, i have a feeling it won't last for very long. this episode was relentless in positioning bobby as buck's true father figure- the dad to philip buckley's donor, if you will. we're just not quite there yet.

idk, this is getting long, just...if you watched the scene at the end of the coma dream- buck telling his parents that he will always love them, (like? no. respect? hell no. but there is always going to be a tiny, broken piece of you that can't help loving your emotionally neglectful parents, regardless of whether or not they deserve it), but that he knows he doesn't belong there anymore, that there's a real family out there who need him, and that no matter how much they apologize, or what they do to try and make it up to him, it won't change anything, he still needs to leave them behind- and genuinely walked away thinking it was a buckley parents redemption arc?

i truly do not know what to tell you.

that was buck cutting off his parents. not externally, verbally, theatrically, to their faces, sure. but that's the part that TV always, always gets wrong. it doesn't matter what you tell an emotionally neglectful narcissist, they'll find a way to spin it to their advantage and strip it of all meaning. it's what they do best.

what matters here, what matters in real life, and what has always mattered most on this show, is the internal dialogue. the things we admit to ourselves. so as satisfying as it can be to watch cathartic, dramatic scenes where a character tells their shitty parents in no uncertain terms to fuck off and stay gone- in my experience, at least, it never feels as good as you want it to? in fact, it often just makes you feel worse? because it introduces a whole new can of worms to fight over.

the strongest, best, and most important thing buck could have done for himself right now at this juncture of time to protect his peace and guard his heart and move forward with his life, was to simply privately come to terms with the knowledge that his birth parents have never, and will never, be there for him in the way he needs them to. and make his peace with that, secure in the knowledge that he has a family, the family he chose.

going no-contact is great in the movies. it's even great in real life sometimes! don't get me wrong, for some kinds of toxic family dynamics? it's deeply, deeply necessary, and life saving, and the key to healing. and it's always an option, if that's what you want to do.

but toxic, dysfunctional, and/or abusive families are not all created equal. they are not a monolith.

so, like, speaking from experience?

sometimes closing the door on your birth family looks exactly like this: accepting that although you still love them, no matter how much you wish you didn't. being honest with yourself that you don't belong.

turning around, and striking out to find the kind of family you deserve.

lucky for buck, he's already found his.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Oop o.o

Oh gosh a kid DD:?

OH are you guys taking care of him o.o

Oh gosh guys xD

LOL toys

This is gonna be wild xD

Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts, now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode! I thought it was great :'D. Once again, this is less formal than my tgd and 911(s) reviews, but I did include what I remembered from the promo :). It's currently the 8th lol, so I'm finally making a post for 6x04 xD. Hopefully I'll watch 5 tonight, but we'll see :). Anyway! Everyone really slayed this episode <33. Poor Lucy too 😭😭💔❤️. She slayed though, and I'm so happy everything and everybody is alright <33.

Wesley and Gray! Putting them together since we didn't see too much of them, but they slayed :)). I love Wesley and I miss him <33 😭. Also maybe don't mention "if he dies later" at that exaaact time but I imagine he was obligated to inform her xD. Anyway I'm glad everything's alright, love them :')).

Celina! So glad to see her and Aaron's friendship still doing good and getting back :D. Celina messing up with the murder is r o u g h, just oof xd lol. I'm glad everything worked out though <3. Love her 🥰.

Tim and Aaron! Lowkey slay on Aaron for getting through those tests :DD. The info he missed sucked though :'((. It sucks how it ended up, but I'm glad he passed all of his TRAIN things <33. Also lol that metaphor was killing me xD. And on Tim, I love him supporting Lucy :')). He is, as always, an icon <33. I love them both (him and Aaron) :D. Cool pairing we don't get to see too often!

Nyla and Angela!! My besties :D. HER HAIRRR!!! Mekia's new hair is slaying so hard, it's beautiful <33. I love it 🥰. Anyway, these two honestly slayed so hard on the investigating :D. And Lucy too, of course <3. Also their reactions to Celina's leak were great lol. I love them <33.

Quick mention for Bailey!! She as an icon <33. Glad to know you would report John if he was a murderer lol 🥰. I love her xD <3.

Nolan! The poor widow :((. I'm glad Nolan built a bit of a rapport with her, but also sir that doesn't help you if you ignore her xd. Anyway, I hope she ends up okay :((. Still, Nolan slayed this episode!! I love seeing the little things of him knowing and Celina not, and him actually teaching :)). Love him <3!!

Lucy! She slayed so hard 😩❤️. My girl 🥰🥰. It really sucks that she's down to just guarding the edges of crime scenes :(( but I think this new solve will help her get back up :)! Girl was RISKING it though had me stressing out 😭❤️. I'm so glad she's okay though :')), and so happy to see Tim supporting her 😭❤️❤️🥰. And I am SO GLAD the guy survived xd o.o. Anyway, hopefully soon she can be making peace with not being a Detective :)). Hope she's doing good <3. I love her 🥰 <3.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode!! I thought it was a cool case and it definitely didn't end the way I expected it to o.o! Wild that it was really just a guy who agreed that lady all along :/ :(. Anyway, I'm glad everything worked out okay and I hope everyone stays being okay lol <33.

So yeah!! That was my little review for The Rookie 6x04, see you later for 6x05 :DD!!

I love you all 🥰🥰. Bye ❤️❤️!!

[aenslem]

hi, hello, Rodney anon is back!

i've had a ton of shit to do this week so i haven't been able to watch any sgu until now, but i'm gonna finish it tonight at least, which feels really good! =D i just watched Common Descent, the one with the time travel descendants, which, uhm, hello ds9 plot, nice to see you again! x'D

about CAoS, i sadly won't watch that, probably ever, because of my spider phobia, which, waaah, look at Michelle 😭 but i absolutely will watch Doctor Who! i started watching it like, idk, ten years ago, but i stopped on season 3 because i wasn't very good at handling the doctor switch. i love Tennant, he's amazing, but fell in love with Eccleston's doctor pretty much immediately, so i just constantly missed him and sorta lost interest a bit. i did love the show though, it's great, and i do think that i could maybe manage it if i tried again, so i WILL watch it. i just don't know when. but yeah, Michelle is definitely pushing me towards it being sooner rather than later xD (as is Jodie Whittaker, very much looking forward to seeing a lady doctor!)

i don't remember why i stopped watching OUaT tbh, but it was probably what you said x'D from what i remember i definitely agree, both with the characters and actors appreciation and the general... well, yeah xD for now i'm fairly content with just following two blogs who ship Swan Queen and love Regina Mills, but you're both making me want to watch it xD

but now i'm gonna watch some more divorced idiots in love, see if Young will be all soft and in lurve only to be like "wait he's probably lying, he's lying right, are you LYING?" again, i do love that for some reason xD (probably because i'm a sucker for them being soft with each other, and they always are, right up until the Looks starts to be given xD) just three more episodes to go, then i'm finally gonna stalk your sgu tag properly! =D

i hope all is well and that you're having an awesome weekend! ♥

/Rodney anon

Hi!!!

so, basically by this time you already saw the moment when I yelled watching 'blockade', I hope you did watch it

hELLO!?????/

them being like that? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

spiders are not the worst about caos, so you won't miss much by not watching the show, except michelle gomez in amazing outfits which you hardly be able to see, cos the lighting department in the show probably forgot they had a job.

also in that case I would suggest to avoid watching some episodes of doctor who as well, they do have spiders in some episodes, like arachnids in UK.

about the doctor switch, yeah, it seems like you will never love the next doctor as much, but trust me, if you give them a chance you will see how great all of them are, you will love them all in their own way. you just need to stop trying to see the same character, it's basically a new person, a new character, but once you do so you will see so many similarities and all the artists playing the doctor are doing such an amazing job.

anyway, I hope you enjoyed the show, if you already finished it, cos I am answering late and not much was distracting you from watching the show. real life can be pain in the ass, I know :D

I don't really have much time to gif at the moment due to real life, hope I will have more time soon, aaaand if you want me to gif a specific moment with our divorced idiots - feel free to ask :3 I want to gif all of their interactions, but it will take a lot of time.

[lemonseeds-blog]

Vlad Journal | Episode 5

"I knew, all those years ago. Not based in any fact; I had never had issue turning others. But somewhere in my chest, I dreaded the action. And she knew too. Why else would she swear me to secrecy? It would have been impossible to hide, had she woken the next morning as one of us. She knew. And I knew. And I did it anyways. I can blame ego, but it was desperation. It was pointless. It was idiocy. "

This will be an in-character journal summarizing Vlad's thoughts from the latest episode of The Sanguine Society. Today's entry concerns grief and loss, and therefore may not be suitable for all readers. I hope you enjoy 🖤

It is only through great force of habit that I write tonight. Too much of importance has happened for me to forget it all to the last conversation. 

[Ep. 5] - Same Day, Night

I may have lost Sorcha. And Aurelio, surely as well. 

When we arrived at the underground, I met Dorian's husband Riley, a mortal who is tending the bar while he tends books. They are running the place together now. We told Dorian a bit about the situation with Talia, and he suggested we speak with Robyn about performing a seance. An attempt to connect the current soul of Talia to the past iterations. It appears to have been wildly successful. 

I held one of Sorcha’s hands, and Talia had her other. Sorcha spilled her blood onto Talia’s hand with a silver knife. We all sat quietly for a breath, and then Talia spoke in a new voice. One I did not recognize, but Sorcha did. Azura? They spoke mostly to each other personally. It was hard to watch. I felt like an intruder. But then Talia looked to Aurelio, and her voice changed. Zamphyr was now with us. The instant I heard her voice, there was no doubt. And the way she spoke with Aurelio, joking and laughing as easily as ever. It could have been no other. She turned to me. 

'I forgive you'

Sorcha returned from the bathroom, and told us more about Azura. How she died in Sorcha’s arms. In London, sometime in the 1930’s. There was an important address: 148 Glentworth St. We agreed to go to London, as soon as we can. Even Ki, who wants to learn more about Henry’s later days. I looked at Sorcha’s hand, and stopped the bleeding. It’s going to scar. 

That was all she said, before slipping away again. I could barely say her name. And in her absence, Sorcha’s gaze burned at my side. This was not how she should have found out. I don’t think Aurelio realized in that moment what she had said; he was still reeling from her words to him. Talia seemed to come back to herself shortly after speaking to me, and had to leave the room. She sounded sick. Sorcha and Ki followed after her, and I stayed behind with Aurelio and Win. Aurelio confirmed, yes, it really was Zamphyr. It was. 

We all gathered and returned to the manor, except for Ki, who went home. Before we left, Robyn gave Talia a stone, I didn't get a good look at it. I needed to talk to Sorcha, but she went to speak with Talia before bed. Of course. I needed to talk to Aurelio, but Win came knocking on my door. In the middle of the night, with everything going on. I had to listen. 

He seemed nervous, and talked in a rush at first. He told me he has been hearing voices in his head. They found an amulet, I forgot to ask when, and something about the seance tonight felt connected to this voice. They showed me the amulet and it had a symbol on it; the same one that was on Henry’s hide. Something alluding to the connections between the natural and supernatural worlds. This is becoming a recurrence; I saw the same symbol on an old diagram in The Underground tonight. It must be connected to this voice somehow, but I had an idea on how to find out either way. I suggested that he allow me to speak inside his head, and see if anything would answer. They agreed. 

‘Hello again’

I sat across from them, and looked at his eyes; now I know that familiarity. The strange silver ring about the pupils; Roscoe had that same trait. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I tried instead of influencing their thoughts, to simply speak. I asked if there was anybody there. 

‘I believe you are familiar with Roscoe?’

I am again washed in memory. An unsettling voice answers me. A voice much deeper than Win’s. Its been over a century, but I’ve heard it before, and seen this amulet. How could I forget? I asked who it was looking for. 

I was. Was. It seemed confused. I wonder if it knows just how much time has passed. I had my questions as well, but I looked past the thoughts, to Win, alone in the chair. He looked frightened. I ask why it chose Win. It says the amulet is the connection, but I have a feeling there is something deeper here. 

I thought that I remembered Ida having this amulet, but it was Roscoe with the rings in his eyes. I need to read back in my journals, and to speak to it more. But Win, looking to me, nervous as ever. I ask where we go from here. 

‘I heard you're going to London. I would like to come with you’

I know the trip will be dangerous for a mortal such as Win, and he does not even have a chance to agree. I should have stopped the conversation there; but they seemed curious to learn more, despite the frightening circumstances. They had kept the amulet, after all. I agreed to assist, and then there was silence. 

I had so much to say, and even more to ask, but Win was visibly shaken at this point, and I still had to speak to Sorcha. To Aurelio. I assured him that we were on the right path, and he said they would like to talk more, but it was late. And it was. It still is, so very late. 

Another familiar voice, but it has been so long. Sebastian, I believe it said before? I didn’t think to ask again. My thoughts are scattered. I need to put everything in order before tomorrow. After he left, I went looking for Sorcha. I should have told her sooner. Aurelio too. I should have known something like this would happen.  She was in the library. 

She is clearly filled with grief, curled in her chair. I want to sit with her, and hold her hand and hear her. But I cannot lose my nerve. I have to confess. I greet her and tell her that we need to discuss something serious, but I must get Aurelio. He should be here. Her face is stone. 

I go to Aurelio's room, who must have been waiting; he answers the door quickly. I can barely look at him; he is looking to me for answers. For comfort. I ask him to follow me to the library. 

We all sit down and the sea starts to spill from my mouth. I had imagined I could be more eloquent, but my heart broke all over again, looking into their eyes and confessing what all truly happened that night. 

‘So you killed her'

Yes. 

‘I guess I should be grateful, that she's forgiven you’

No.

‘Why didn't you tell us?’ 

I couldn't. I couldn't. Aurelio is weeping. I want to brush his tears and hold him. How could I.

I turn to Sorcha and practically beg her to say something. Anything. 

‘You had no right.’

She stands and leaves. I still cannot bear to look at Aurelio. And then he leaves as well.

I knew, all those years ago. Not based in any fact; I had never had issue turning others. But somewhere in my chest, I dreaded the action. And she knew too. Why else would she swear me to secrecy? It would have been impossible to hide, had she woken the next morning as one of us. She knew. And I knew. And I did it anyways. I can blame ego, but it was desperation. It was pointless. It was idiocy. 

Sorcha, Aurelio. Please, you can not forgive me.

[alltoolewis]

I know...- Lando Norris

I tried to post this yesterday but my tags stopped working... so let's try again shall we! I'm back writing ���� Thank you all for being patient with me, I hate writers block so much! These new prompts seem to be working so far as I love this one &, it's possibly one of my favs I have written for this cutie... Hope you all enjoy it & again thank you for all the support 🤍

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Request- like best friend!Lando who doesn't know about your feelings and you're too scared to say it so you only tell him after he's asleep but surprise surprise he was awake and now knows and he confronts you because he feels the same way too Prompt- "I think I might be falling in love with you..."

"Well hello, my best friend who so happens to be the coolest racing driver in the world..." You smiled as you opened the door to find Lando standing on the other side, a soft blush on his cheeks at your compliment "What brings you here?"

"I told you I was coming over..." He mumbled confused after only texting you 15 minutes before telling you he was on his way "We always spend the night before we go away for summer break together cause you missed the plane that one tim-" Cutting him off, you wrapped your arms around him in a friendly hug. The feeling that makes his heart skip a beat every time. "I'm being rhetorical Lando..." You giggled, letting him go to watch his face burn red with embarrassment "After 10 years of friendship you still don't know me... I'm disappointed in you!" "Oh shush!" Lando chuckled, brushing past you softly to let himself inside your flat "I know you better than you know yourself!"

"That is not true!" You gasped, trying to stick up for yourself but deep down knowing that he was 100% right. He knew everything about you... your deepest secrets, your favorite colors & songs, how you take your coffee, the list goes on and on. It was one of the many things that you loved about him... much more than a friend should. "Oh, I don't do I..." He smirked, glancing over to your suitcase on the floor "I know you enough to know that you have packed more than 14 outfits... that you packed a pair of shoes to go with every one of them because you can't have an unmatching 'fit'..."

"Oh c'mon on Lando!" You laughed shaking your head "Everyone knows that... I think even my postman would guess it!" Walking closer to you, he smirked "Okay then, How about that you have downloaded every episode of friends for a 2-hour plane ride to distract you from the turbulence... How you've snuck a packet of Haribo tangfastics in your bag because they don't have them in the snack trolley... How you pretend to have all the alcoholic drinks given to you because you don't want to seem rude turning them down despite you not being a drinker..."

"Lando..." You stuttered as he stopped right in front of you, making your skin break out in Goosebumps. "How you have tried to squeeze out all of your Olaplex shampoo in a travel-size bottle because you can't have frizzy hair on holiday..."

"You know what shampoo I use?" You stammered as he brushed a fallen curl out of your eyes "I know everything about you (y/n)..." As his breath fanned over your face you took a deep breath, hoping and praying that he would finally get the feeling that you were so afraid to admit. But like always your prayers weren't answered he cleared his throat, taking a step away as he chuckled lightly "Anyway what are we watching tonight?" Looking over to the already set up couch, with the snacks filling the table opposite it "Please don't say bridesmaids, I think we've seen that enough now.."

Still overwhelmed with everything that had just happened, you just stared straight on. Your heart pulsing as you wished that he had finally done it, what you have always wanted him to do! But you knew deep down that he never felt same... so what did you expect.

"(y/n)? You okay Hun?" Lando asked voice full of concern as he tried to break you from your trance. You wanted to scream and shout. Tell him how much you loved him. How much you cared and admired him. Wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him being more than just friends. But you couldn't... your friendship meant too much to break.

So instead you took a deep breath, faking a smile as you shook your head "Oh I'm fine... just in my own head again." He knew you were lying, he had known you too long to notice the little things you do when your mind drifts off "Okay..." He replied cautiously, not wanting to push you too much "Come over here then... It's been too long since we've relaxed and had a movie night together! I'm having withdrawal symptoms" Throwing himself down on the sofa, patting the seat next to him. You knew you shouldn't of done it with your feelings being too overwhelmed, but you took the seat next to him. Body flinching as he put his arm around you, something that was natural for the two of you. You prayed he didn't feel it... but he did "Are you sure you are okay (y/n)?" He sweetly asked "You seem like something is bothering you?"

"I promise I'm fine" You smiled, shaking away the thoughts in your head as you leaned towards the remote, shoving it in his free hand "Now stop panicking about me & pick something to watch, it's your turn!" Smiling back at you, he took the remote trying to forget about your weird behavior. But as the night continued his concern only grew. Since you first met, you had always been touchy with each other. Cuddling on the couch or holding hands when either of you felt nervous. So when he felt sleep overcome him and he leaned on your shoulder to feel your body holt he knew something deeper than being 'in your own head' was up.

"You promise me you'd tell me if something was up?" He sleepily mumbled on your shoulder, causing you to glance at him with a smile. Hestitatedly, you ran your fingers through his brown locks, a gesture that always helped him relax. "I promise..." You mumbled, but you knew you were lying to not only him but yourself. Your guilty conscious bloomed with disgust and regret as you contemplated whether to tell him or not...

Having enough of your head pounding, you finally took the big leap...

"Actually Lando..." You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to calm your heavy breathing "There is something you don't know about me..." You waited patiently for him to reply, but when you never got one or even a simple hum of acknowledgment you looked down at him. Heartbreaking as you saw his eyes shut, and his chest moving up and down in relaxed slumber. "I think I might be falling in love with you..." You sighed, needing to say the words to him anyway as Tears brimmed in your eyes, knowing that you would never be able to say those 9 simple words again...

Closing your own eyes you sighed "Why am I so stupid..." Mumbling as you felt sleep finally overcoming you "He would never love me..."

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"(y/n)… (y/n)… wake up lovely, it's almost time to go..."

A yawn broke from your mouth, as the early morning sun broke through the blinds. The hand stroking your arm stopping as your blue eyes met his brown ones. "Morning sunshine, feeling better today?" Lando spoke, giving you a sympathetic smile as you nodded. "Sorry about that... I wasn't a hundred percent truthful."

"Oh I know you weren't" Lando smirked knowingly, sitting next to you as he passed your morning cup of coffee exactly how you like it. "So tell me.. what got my best friend so worked up last night?" Your chest felt heavy as you heard those words once again... best friend. What you'd always and only be to him.

"I haven't finished my essay due..." You panicked, trying your best to sound believable at the poor excuse "It's due a week into the holiday and it's still not done. I wanted to complete it by this time as I don't want to be on my laptop all summer.... I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry..." He smiled, wrapping his arm around you as he gave you a comforting squeeze "How about you bring it with you and we can work on it on the plane... those 236 episodes of friends can wait don't you think."

"We can work on it?" You smirked, knowing that he knew nothing about your degree at all. "Hey don't underestimate my intelligence..." He chuckled, helping you up off the couch as you took your final sip of coffee "I'm not just the coolest racing driver in the world you know.... now come on let's get ready! Max will murder us if we are late again!" Laughing, you nodded making your way to your bedroom to get ready for the 'long' flight ahead.

"Shit!" You gasped as you double-checked your handbag... passport was nowhere to be seen! Hearing the commotion across the hall, he smiled as he walked towards where you were turning your cupboards inside out already knowing what you were looking for. "(y/n)..."

"Lando please don't kill me..." You sighed, not even bothering to look up to see his disappointed face "I thought I put my passport away yesterday but I mustn't have... & Now I can't find it!" You groaned as your last place for it to be was empty.

"Try the front pocket of your case..." Lando smirked. "Lando I wouldn't of put it there..."

"Just trust me... check it."

"I'm telling you it won't be..." You groaned but moved towards the case regardless. "I told you... It's not he-" Your eyes grew wide as you felt the soft fake leather against your hand, pulling it out to see Lando with a knowingly smile "How did you know that!?!" You screeched as you jumped up to pull him in a thank you hug "I told you I know everything about you!"

"We are not doing this again!" You smiled, moving away from his touch to quickly fix your room. Lando's gaze staying on you as he watched you with a smile "Why not?!? I was thinking last night... I got so many more tell you!"

"Oh really..." You smirked "Hit me with them..."

"I know that you only watch marvel films if they have Tom Holland in them, How you have to have the Disney playlist on when you study or else nothing comes to you, how you have takeaways more than 3 times a week cause you can't be bothered to cook a nutritious meal..."

"Okay Land... that's enough" You giggled turning away from him, but he shook his head "Nah I have more wait..." Walking as close as he did last night, he spun you around "I know you lied to me this morning..." Your eyes widened at his claim as you opened your mouth to protest. Putting his finger across your lips he silenced you "I know you completed and submitted that essay weeks ago or else you wouldn't have been able to fall asleep last night and instead be in front of that laptop!" He stopped for a moment as he gave you a comforting smile, sighing as he looked at you sincerely " I know you thought I was asleep last night..."

Your body froze as your biggest nightmare came true. Panicking you tried to step away, but his hand on your stopped you, pulling you back in reality "I know you are falling in love with me..."

"Lando..." You pleaded "I can't handle this today... please just leave it-" Your words were stopped as you felt his soft lips on yours, his arm wrapping around the small of your back to keep in you in place. Your body remained frozen for a moment as it tried to comprehend what was happening... and when it did you relaxed into his touch, returning the kiss with the same amount of love and affection!

Pulling away, he moved the fallen curl out of your face once more... "I know one thing that you don't tho..." He smiled, moving down to your ear as he whispered softly...

"I've fell..."

[midnight-proxi]

Our Love is God: Yandere What If: Doctor Strange x Reader Part 1

.:A/N: This is somewhat of a spoiler if anyone hasn't seen Episode 4 and Episode 8 & 9 of Marvel's What If. I love episode 4 so damn much, I can't help to watch over and over again 😂 Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it and this is technically, my first ever Yandere one shot story 🖤:.

One Life.

One Choice.

One Moment.

There was nothing he could have done to prevent the end of the world. His world shattered around him, his friends disappeared, his love for Christine faded from his grasp leaving him all alone in his crystal dorm. The Ancient One, and O'Bengh had told him, it wasn't risking to bring someone back to life, even the Watcher himself, tried to step in to signal him but couldn't do it because of his oath.

Things got a little interesting after the Watcher asked him for help from a bigger thread, Ultron. "You're really going to make me say it?" Said the Watcher as he hesitated.

"Oh yeah. I definitely want to hear you say it" said Strange with a smirk. "Are you ready to break your oath?"

With a heavy sigh from the Watcher as he quickly let his pride slip out from his mind. "I can't believe what I'm saying. I can see now, I need your help"

As the two individuals discussed a plan to defeat Ultron and save the Multiverses. The Watcher gather up heroes from different points in time and universes: A female soldier lost in time, Lost Prince of Wakanda, Tony's protege and murder, Alone child with party intention, A Thanos slayer and including a lone survivor watch her world destroy from the hands of an Android. They all fought well against Ultron trying to take back the infinite stones but in the end, Strange figured The Watcher actually planned it! They never meant to win from the very start knowing Killgonmer betrayal and Arnim Zola possessing Ultron's body to claim the stones for themselves.

Strange quickly casted a spell around them to seal them away from their own crystal prison. The watcher was grateful from their successful mission and sent the others back to their own dimensions; however, Strange was given the task to watch the crystal dome in case they decided to break out. "Besides, what are friends for~"

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Nearly a month after a battle against Ultron, pacing around his prism prison watching carefully at the miniature crystal dome by his side. Strange couldn't get that thought from his mind, The Watcher did say there are endless possibilities from different realms. Perhaps, there is someone who would share his life with just like he had with Christine...

Casting a small spell in front of him showing a small gateway from different universes and checking out the others in their realm. Scrolling through as it felt for eternity until something caught his attention, a young beautiful woman perhaps in her late 20s; her (color hair) hair looks so silky and shines bright from the rays of the sun. Strange couldn't help but admire her beauty, if only he could get away from his realm and get to her. "I must have her, she would be perfect for me~"

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POV SUIT: (Reader's POV)

Walking through the busy streets of New York, people trying to cram themselves, shoving people shoulder to shoulder and the street's traffic is just as terrible back in California but I didn't mind. Today was a beautiful day for a night out with friends but mostly everyone got busy with school, work or a family business all except Peter Parker and Scott Lang of course. Those two will always be there whenever your friends quote, "ditch you" but I know they joke about it but sometimes you felt they could be right. Soon your phone vibrated from a text message from Scott.

'Hey (your name)! Are you doing anything later tonight? Hope is wondering if you want to go with us on a date night! You can bring a plus one~'

I rolled my eyes laughing at his text.

'Sure I would love to. I'll bring Peter with me if he's not busy'

He quickly responded in no less than 30 seconds.

'Great! We'll pick you at your place! See you soon'

I placed my phone back in my pocket and kept on walking with a smile. I had a feeling that Scott is trying to hook me up with Peter, he seems nice, smart and quite handsome but I only see him like a brother to me. Peter does the same as well but, the more I thought of it it made my cheeks heat up a bit just a thought of him. Without thinking I bump into a solid wall or at least what I thought it was.

'Please be a wall and not some crock.' Slowly lifting my head up with a faint growl from the individual, a crack from it's tail bash in the concrete. My eyes widened in horror, it was The Lizard out in the open with a louder roar, everyone in the streets panic and rush out of the way. Screaming trying to get somewhere safe, I tried to get away but The Lizard quickly grabbed me by the waist and roared at me. "Where is he!" He shouted at me. "Where's your little friend at!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I said, trying to get out of his grasp.

He growled as he tightened his grip on me, I let out a scream in pain. I won't tell him anything where Peter is even if he torture me or kill me for information. Before The Lizard tightened more a yellow red light casted in the back of me with a mysterious black cape came out wrapping itself around The Lizard's head, releasing from his grasp I nearly fell to the ground until a pair of arms grabbed me pulling me into the portal. My vision slightly blurred trying to look around my surroundings. All I could see was the room filled with books, weird objects with the light casting the room a bit. I tried to get up but I felt my legs numb with small needles pinching my muscles. "You poor thing let help you"

I quickly turned to the direction where the voice was coming from, I couldn't see who it was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched, causing to slap his hand away from me. I quickly turned around and I saw him on his knees with a worried look on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that" Said Stephen reaching his hand at me. "I won't hurt you"

"I-It is okay, I c-can do it myself" I lied as I slowly got up not caring about the stings around my legs. "Where am I? Whatever happened to The Lizard?"

"Don't worry about him, dear. I took care of him"

Another portal opened out the same black cape wrapping itself around the stranger closing behind him. "Who are you?" I asked

"Who? Me. My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme" he said gently, grabbing my hand and kissing it. "What about you my dear?~"

I blushed slightly with his icy blue eyes staring back at me, I couldn't help but blushed even more having my face heated up. I quickly moved my hand away from him and covered my cheeks. He softly chuckles, caressing my hair a bit. "I'm sorry, I'm usually never like this when it comes to new people. Y-You just surprised me when you saved me" I said moving my hands away from my cheeks. "Name's (your name) (last name) by the way"

"(your name), what a lovely name for a beautiful woman" he said with a smile.

He gently grabs my hand once more pulling me closer towards him, wrapping his other around my waist drawing me closer and closer to him. The more I look deep in his eyes as our lips, I place a finger in his lips with a shy smile. "Isn't that a bit early for a kiss? We just met after all."

Stephen chuckles with a sigh moving my finger away from his lip. "You're right. I was caught in the moment. Sorry."

Before I could say anything, the front doors slammed open with a voice that sounded familiar. "(Your name), are you here! I brought Ant Man with me"

I excused myself walking out the room toward the downstairs in the main entrance of the house. Stephen followed me nearly close to me; It was Peter with Scott in their hero uniform. Peter walks up the stairs and walks toward me holding my hands. Stephen looks over my shoulder seeing Spideman holding my mines, he quietly growls trying not to make a scene. "You okay? I heard from Ant man saying, The Lizard came out of nowhere and nearly took you hostage!" Said Spiderman in a slight panic.

"I'm fine P-, Spiderman. Doctor Strange rescued me from him" I said with a slightly blushed

Spider-Man let go of my hands but I can tell he was slightly blushing as well behind his mask. "T-Thanks Strange for saving (your name)"

"No need to thank me, Spider-Man. I was there in the right place and the right time" Said Stephen with a smile. Feeling his hand holding my left arm slightly gripping it with a slight pinch.

I twitched a bit and pretended it was just a mosquito bite me, Scott sensed something wasn't right about all this not from the awkward conversation Peter and Stephen are having but the way Stephen is behaving around (Your name). After a few minutes of conversations, I left with Spiderman and Ant man to take me back home; Stephen didn't like the idea of me leaving with them, I could see his eyes shifting to a different color and stare at Peter with hatred. Wrapping my arms around Spiderman's neck with his arm wrapping around my waist. "You ready?" he asked.

I nodded as he shot out a web and swung from building to building following behind Ant Man, I looked back at the Sanctuary as Stephen walked back inside slamming the doors behind him. About 5 mins we made it to my apartment, I helped him open up the window and we both crawled inside closing the curtains behind us. "That was pretty awkward with the Doc" said Peter, taking off his mask. "Don't you agree?"

"He's not awkward, Peter. Stephen is just misunderstood" I said shyly.

"I agree with Parker, (your name)" said Scott, turning back to his normal size. "He's giving me weird vibes around him. I think you should stay away from that man, Stephen may cause some trouble."

"Scott is right (your name), he may have saved you but, I just don't know what will happen if anything happened to you" Peter once more grabbed my hands closer to his chest. "(Your name), I love you and I wanted to tell you that for so long"

My heart was racing hearing from him, Scott looked at me from behind Peter giving me a smile, some thumbs up. I quietly heard him saying, "Go for it!"

I quietly giggled but smiled at Peter putting my arms around his neck. "I'm guessing that double date was just an excuse for us to hook up?" I look at Scott.

"He was going to say that but I think this is the perfect time for it" Scott smiles patting both our shoulders. "How about we should get ready, I don't want Hope to stay at home doing nothing"

We both chuckled giving Peter a kiss on the cheek, they quickly changed back to their normal clothes and headed out of the door. Waving them goodbye, closing the door with a soft sigh, my heart is still racing from Peter's confession and I just hope this night lasts longer..

Stephen POV:

Seeing (your name) with another man made my blood boil, I can't stand him being near my (your name). She's mine! I won't let anyone interfere with my plans to be with her! Growled feeling my right hand changing into tentacles, I grew in pain pushing the creature back inside my body. Panting slightly sensing the creatures trying to escape after consuming their powers for my own will. "Shit. I have to keep it together or else, I'll lose control with these beings inside of me"

I took a deep breath walking around the empty halls, casting a small spell that formed a small bat. "Follow them, I need to know where she lives and where they'll be heading."

The small creature phase through the wall and follows them to (your name)'s apartment. Opening up a small mirror through the eyes of the creature hiding behind the lamp. Watching from afar hearing their conversation until I heard something I didn't want to hear.

"(Your name), I love you and I wanted to tell you that for so long"

Clutching my fist slamming it against the wall puncturing a huge hole not caring about the damage, I growled at the young man who tried to tell my love away from me. "I'll make him suffer for saying those words to her."

Summoning different off the shelf searching a spell for tormenting or perhaps, a cast forbidden spell that could wipe every heroes in this realm. No that would be too obvious I’m not casting the same spell like Wanda did when she nearly wipe out the mutants gene population. I already did cast a spell she used on that small town in New Jersey with no memory upon these pathetic beings. “I just hope this spell will last longer just be a bit closer with (your name), I’m sure Scott and Peter will soon figure out what’s going on and foiled my plans!”

“If they do, I’ll make sure to put end of their exists once and for all but in the meantime, I should get ready for my date~”

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This is just Part 1 of 2! I wanted to continue the story from start to finish but, I don’t give out a small info for the story 😂

Anyway, I’ll post part 2 in Halloween to continue with this Yandere Strange story! I hope you guys enjoy it!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

STEPH I ACCIDENTLY REWATCHED TSOT AND NOW I'M FUCKING SOBBING. I JUST HAVEN'T WATCHED THE ACTUAL SHOW IN FOREVER AND FORGOT HOW SAD SHERLOCK LOOKS IN THIS EPISODE. GOD. so yeah i just wanted some fics where john & sherlock dance together, whether it be at a/their wedding, "for a case", some kind of ball, or my favorite- sherlock teaching john to dance. it's maybe one of my favorite situations/tropes in media. (also welcome back!! and i love you <3)

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHHH I’ve been putting a “dancing” list together before I even had a system in place to do my lists, so I’m going to use your ask as an excuse to finally post it because I can’t find the original ask, LOL LOL!!!

And to pad out the list, I’m adding any that I’ve tagged from my MFL List, so I hope you enjoy that, LOL.

As usual, add your own, friends!! Hope you enjoy!!!

DANCING

You Lead, I Lead, You Follow, I Follow by BrighteyedJill (M, 862 w., 1 Ch. || Fever, H/C, John Whump) – John wakes up after a chase gone wrong to find Sherlock watching over him, but he’s a little hazy on the details.

Velvet by headlessjess (G, 1,155 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Angst, Jealous Sherlock, Loneliness, Sad Fic) – It's the day, the wedding day - John and Mary, getting married. And then there's Sherlock, in pain and in love, without knowing how to deal with it.

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

Behind Closed Curtains by twisting_vine_x (G, 2,939 w., 1 Ch. || Dancing, Angst, Pre-Slash) – Set loosely during season two, when Sherlock and John are still, ahem, dancing around each other. Sherlock teaches John how to dance.

Unimpressed by 221b_hound (M, 3,106 w., 1 Ch. || New Year’s Eve, Dancing, Jealousy) – Sherlock has no intention of attending the Met's New Year's Eve party. The start of a new year is all but meaningless to him. But he ends up there anyway, having odd conversations, and John does not find Sherlock's jealousy the slightest bit cute. And then there is dancing. Part 10 of Unkissed

Every Step of the Way by Shi_Toyu (G, 3,795 w., 1 Ch. || Car Accident, John Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Pre-Slash) – When John is injured on a case, Sherlock can't forgive himself. Everyone expects him to give up on his flatmate and get bored, but he'll prove them all wrong by sticking with him...every step of the way.

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

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

But Tonight You Belong to Me by esplanade (T, 4,296 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff & Angst, Pining, Stag Night, Sad Ending) – “You. It's always you. John Watson, you keep me right.”

The Dance Lesson by bittergreens (G, 4,596 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Missing Scene, Dancing, Pining Sherlock, URT/UST, Romance, Angst, POV John) – Sherlock teaches John to dip. Part 1 of Goodnight, Vienna

Sway by CrackedMetal (K+, 4,602 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Drama, Dancing, Mary is Nice, Canon Divergence, Song Fic) – Sherlock doesn't leave the reception and Mary wants the best friends to have a moment to talk… So she suggests a dance. Johnlock with a side of John/Mary.

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w., 3 Ch. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Second Waltz by Atiki (T, 6,685 w., 1 Ch. || MCD, Angst, Fluff, Cancer) – "The night I died, you wished I could wait for you."

What I Hide By My Language, My Body Utters by PixChuu22 (M, 9,047 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, For a Case, Friends to Lovers) - Based on a prompt from Tumblr user thetwogaydetectives - “fake relationship that ends up being so real, they finally realize they are in love.”

Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) (M, 10,862 w., 10 Ch. || For a Case, Gay Bar, Pining Sherlock, Coming Out, Slow Burn) – Sherlock drags John undercover to a gay bar - for a case, of course - looking forward to seeing John flustered by their surroundings (since you know, he's NOT GAY). John decides that he has hidden both his orientation and his feelings for his daft flatmate for far too long. He is done hiding, time to be honest with his bloody best friend in the world. He just hopes it won't change anything between them. And then it does.

the first day of forever by darcylindbergh (E, 11,850 w., 8 Ch. || Est. Relationship, Domestics, Light Angst, Insecurity, Emotional H/C) – “I’m going to marry you,” John murmurs with against Sherlock’s smile, and they both giggle in the joy of it. “We’re getting married.” “Yes,” Sherlock says, just to hear himself say it out loud. “We are.” A June wedding. Part 4 of things fairy tales are made of

All the Girls Love a Soldier by Book7BrokeMyBrain (E, 12,951 w., 1 Ch. || Military Kink, Frottage, Domesticity, Post S3, Pining Sherlock, Kilt John, Wedding, Dancing) – John is invited to a stag party and a wedding. The related accoutrement suit Sherlock to a T.

Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor (E, 15,139 w., 5 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Christmas, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Angst & Fluff, BJ’s, Anal) – John is invited to his aunt's Twelfth Night ball. Sherlock offers to attend with him as a friendly face among strangers, but John's family force him to address his true feelings for Sherlock.

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.

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...

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w., 26 Ch. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock, Frottage, Nightmares, Sleepy Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Humour, Fluff, Dancing, Cooking, Happy Ending) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

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

Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical (E, 55,086 w., 16 Ch. || Drumsticks, First Kiss/Time, Love Confession, Self-Sexual-Discovery, Anal, Rimming, Orgasim Denial, Butt Plugs, Cooking, Furniture Sex, Bath Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Anal Beads, Dancing, Romance, Tantric Edging) – John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows. Sherlock wants to help. They're in love. You know the drill.

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, 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.

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock POV, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w., 23 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon, Hand / Blow Jobs, Torture) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

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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He really can’t breathe. by Luna_sharp618 (NR, 696 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Dancing, Sherlock Teaching John to Dance, TSo3 Fic) – In which Sherlock teaches John how to dip his dance partner for the wedding and has some pining thoughts.

The Gay Bar Scene that never was by MadSophHatter (T, 1,372 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3, Gay Bar Scene, Confused Sherlock, Jealous John, Humour) – The gay bar scene from The Sign of Three as I envisioned it. Featuring a confused Sherlock, halfnaked men, sexy dancing and John who is absolutely not jealous.

Tango by standbygo (M, 1,424 w., 1 Ch. || Different First Meeting, Dancing) – “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Shut up and dance – a man’s alibi depends on it.”

Operation Synchronous by Daziechane (NR, 1,691 w., 1 Ch. || Dancer Sherlock, Lip Synch Battle, Abuse Of Umbrellas, Bets) – Sherlock never welches on a bet. That doesn't mean he'll give in easily, however.

on his mouth like liquor by chrysanthemumsies (T, 1,780 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3, Stag Night, Gay Bar, Romance, Dancing, First Kiss, Fluff) – The gay bar scene from Stag night that the creators didn't want to show! Pure crack with a bit of angst and a whole lotta fluff (if you squint). Sherlock and John on the dance floor - what's not to love?

Take me to Baker Street by MorganeUK (G, 2,087 w., 1 Ch. || Adult Ballet AU || Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Doctor John, Song Fic, Pre-Slash) – I always loved Sergei Polunin interpretation of Take me to the church so I decided to write a version where Sherlock is a ballet dancer in serious need of a doctor…

May I Have This Dance? by ScaryFairy13 (G, 2,297 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Dancing, Fluff, First Kiss, Wedding) – John drags Sherlock to Greg's and Molly's wedding. Dancing ensues as well as the discovery of certain sentimental feelings.

Under the Lights by CarmillaCarmine (E, 2,872 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fix It, Stag Night, Gay Club, First Time, Dancing) – Following Sherlock’s map marked with all the streets where they had found a corpse, John and Sherlock stumbled into a gay club. Part 1 of TSoT Fix-It

Dirty by standbygo (E, 5,093 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, PWP, Dirty Dancing, Romance, Smut and Fluff) – “Yeah, I actually learned how to dance like that, like in the film. I was quite the hit at parties while the craze lasted. Some of Harry’s friends called me Johnny Castle, after the character. Or Swayze.” “Swayze? What kind of word is that?” John did not reply, but gazed at Sherlock, his lips pressed together but still smiling. After a moment, he stood and held out his hand to Sherlock. “Dance with me,” John said.

The Posh Purple Pirate (Enter My Life and Make Me Drown) by  Loveismyrevolution (E, 7,408 w., 1 Ch. || Exotic Dancer AU || Alternate First Meeting, Strangers to Lovers, For a Case, Lap Dancing, Hand Job, First Kiss, Pirate Sherlock, Drama Queen Sherlock, Dancer Sherlock) – When Mike Stamford invited him to a fun night out, John Watson never expected it would become such a wild ride - captivated by an enigmatic pirate his life suddenly gains speed in an unexpected direction. Part 1 of PirateDragQueenVerse

Life's Uneven Kilter by theslovenlyfool (T, 14,877 w., 4 Ch. || Canon Divergence S3, BAMF John, Secretly Married, Camp Gay Sherlock, Dancing, John is a Good Actor, Fake Relationship, Mycroft Plays a Role) – "According to Sherlock, the game began on September 21, 2005 at precisely 10:37:04 am. John complained that, with that logic, the game had actually begun on January 7, 2000, at around 1:30 am. But for Sherlock, games are only fun when others are willing to play. What is a game without an adversary, after all? And what is a proper dash across London without a partner? Now, Sherlock thought as he assessed the doctor with the unforgivable cane, the game is on."

Thirteen Dances (Or, The Doctor Dances) by Knackorcraft (E, 17,544 w., 13 Ch. || Dirty Dancing, Tango, Ballet, Frottage) – John is a great dancer: we're talking all types. Not only is he able to pop and lock it, he's got some great ballet technique. He was best at lifting / holding girls.

The One Where Sherlock Doesn’t Ruin John’s Holiday by nutmeag83 (T, 18,898 w., 11 Ch. || Pre-TRF / S2 Timeline, Friends to Lovers, Cruise Ships, Vacation / Holidays, Fake Relationship, For Science, Bed Sharing, Cuddling/Snuggling, Mutual Pining, John POV, Minor Case Fic, Cooking, Dancing, Drunk Shenanigans) – John wins a cruise vacation for two and brings Sherlock along. But when it turns out to be a couples cruise, they have to pretend to be a couple themselves (for science). How many pretend kisses will it take before they can’t deny their feelings any longer?

Lockdown by johnwatso and Salambo06 (E, 23,376 w., 20 Ch. || Quarantine, COVID-19, Lockdown, Fluff, Parentlock, Reunion, Dancing, Soft Idiots, Sex Toys) – The world is in lockdown due to Covid-19. This is how Sherlock and John spend their time.

Dance With Me by Silvergirl (E, 24,813 w., 12 Ch. || Post TEH, Dancing, Met Charity Gala, Sally/Sherlock Friendship, No Mary, Fluff) – Sherlock rescues Sally Donovan, and in turn she tries to help him get John to stop faffing about and get on with Johnlock.

Mountebank by Odamaki (M, 26,514 w., 2 Ch. || Fake Relationship/Dating/Marriage, For A Case, Jealous John, Suits, House Party, Crack, Trapped, UST, Dancing, Idiots in Love, Confessions, Friends to Lovers) – “I am calm,” John snaps, leaning on the door to glare out at the dark streets around them. Sherlock’s not said where they’re going; all he knows is they came off the ring road to the west of London and have vanished somewhere into the depths of Berkshire. All he knows is that he’s been trussed up in a suit that wasn’t hired from anywhere and if brought new would edge up into the triple figure margins. “Be calmer,” Sherlock advises, with a trace of irony. “We’re going to a party.” Part 29 of the The Sherlexicon

Time Of My Life by fiveainley_ohmy (E, 29,719 w., 8 Ch. || Dirty Dancing Fusion || Bisexual John, Dancing, Gay/Demi Sherlock) – John Watson takes his alcoholic sister to a summer camp in attempt to rehabilitate her. He didn't expect to fall in love with the dance instructor.

Brooklyn Heat, Summer Jazz by Zigster (E, 41,820 w., 10 Ch. || New York Ballet AU || Jazz Pianist John, Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Modern Setting, Brooding Sherlock , Confused John, Non-Linear Storytelling, Sexual Tension, Angst, Alcohol / Pot / Club Drug Use, First Time, Not-Good Mycroft, Happy Ending) – "There was, however, one thing that made it easier to stay on his piano bench every day. One thing that kept John Watson showing up to class on time, every morning at ten with a large thermos of honeyed tea and a conviction to see a job well done. His name was Sherlock Holmes and he was the most confounding and extraordinary thing John had ever come across - the most exotic of birds and the most unattainable of men."

Blond Barista Seeks Dashing Ballet Dancer: Inquire Within by prettysailorsoldier (E, 43,847 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock Coffee Shop AU || Rugby/Barista John, Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Fluff) – Between classes, his job at a local cafe, and being captain of the rugby team, John Watson's life is plenty stressful enough without the addition of a mysterious ballet dancer he can see through the windows of the dance studio across the street, but, somehow, he can't bring himself to mind.

My Pictures of You by 72reasons (E, 50,527 w., 19 Ch. || Fashion AU || Model Sherlock / Photographer John, Bisexual John, Gay Sherlock, Past Viclock, Past Warstan, Cocaine / Drug Use, Mary is Not Nice, Angst, Pining, Case Fic, Kidnapping, Human Trafficking, Past Jolto, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Oral / Anal, Fingering, Dancing, Non-Con Drug Use, Rimming) – John Watson, a photographer, gets an assignment to shoot gorgeous, young fashion model, Sherlock Holmes. He feels an instant connection, but Sherlock uses drugs and has an old friend who's just landed himself in a lot of trouble. When Sherlock comes to John for help, he reluctantly agrees. Angst, past loves, and insecurities threaten to end their budding romance, but ultimately love and trust wins out.

Focal Point by PuffleLock (E, 60,913 w., 13 Ch. || Post-TRF Divergence / Different Reunion, POV John, Slow Burn, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Suicidal Thoughts, Sad Wank, Sherlock in Makeup, Dancing, Mentions of Torture / Depression / PTSD, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Scars, Rimming, Anal, Toplock, First Kiss / Time, Gay Sherlock / Bi John) – John comes home early from a medical conference to find that every once in awhile, Sherlock can surprise the hell out of him. Can John surprise him back?

A Moment's Surrender by anchors (M, 64,272 w., 10 Ch. || Dancer AU || Ballet Sherlock, Swing Dancer John, Angsty Fluff, Romance, Swing Dancing) – Sherlock tours worldwide with the English National Ballet. John dances the Lindy Hop competitively all across the globe. That they would meet, then, by the slimmest of chances in one lonely city, is pure coincidence. The whole 'dancing together' bit is a little more planned.

This Is Your Song by agirlsname (E, 79,990 w., 19 Ch. || Moulin Rouge Fusion || Prostitute Sherlock, Poet John, Acting, Singing, Dancing, Writing, Poetry, Musical, Song Fic, Heavy Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Sherlock is French, Love at First Sight, UST, First Kiss/Time, Frottage, Coming in Pants, Anal Sex, Switchlock, Clothed Sex, Crossdressing, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Jealousy, Terminal Illnesses, Grief/Mourning, Breakup/Makeup Sex, Past Drug Use, Attempted Rape, Canon-Typical Violence)– When John Watson is invalided home from the army in 1895, he moves to Paris to rediscover his writing and find a new meaning in life. His old friend Stamford invites him into a group of artist friends, and suddenly John finds himself auditioning to write a show for the famous brothel across the street. There, he meets the most beautiful man he’s ever seen - Sherlock, the star of the Moulin Rouge. But Sherlock is already promised to the investor of the show, the rich Duke Moriarty.

A Case of Identity – The Musical by shamelessmash (E, 83,147 w., 15 Ch. || 1950′s Hollywood AU || Musical, Case Fic, Undercover as an Actor, Dancing, Happy Ending, Kidnapping, Drugs, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Writer/Director John, Slow Burn / Romance) – A mysterious death on set causes chaos in Stamford productions latest movie. With the premiere date left unchanged, they must find a new lead actor and reshoot an entire movie in two months. Sherlock Holmes goes undercover as a lead actor in a Musical: a juggling act to solve a murder while singing, dancing and charming his way through 1950s Hollywood. The last thing he expected was to fall in love with the screenwriter along the way. Or as I like to call it: the case where Sherlock finally gets to dance. Based off this prompt.

Rewind by All_I_need (E, 87,593 w. || Fake/Pretend Relationship, Pining, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Dancing Lessons, Oblivious John) – About a month before John's wedding, he and Sherlock embark on one last case together: a murder at a remote hotel in the middle of nowhere. A lot can happen in a week. And a lot doesn't. But what if ...?

Rosethorne by suitesamba (M, 98,888 w., 28 Ch. || Secret Garden AU || Injured Sherlock / John, Recovery, First Times, Minor Character Death, Disability, Past Domestic Abuse [Mary/OMC]) – John Watson, WWII army doctor, is injured in the line of duty and can no longer wield a scalpel. Sherlock Holmes, Britain’s best code-breaker, is side-lined by his own devastating injury. In a work inspired by Frances Hodgson Burnett’s “The Secret Garden,” the two men must find meaning and purpose in a world which seems to have taken away all they hold most dear. But of course, it really hasn’t.

October to Hogmanay by snorklepie (E, 127,318 w., 25 Ch. || Post HLV Fix-It, Awkward First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock is a Mess, Shameless Smut, Sherlock’s Past, Scotland, Poison, Holmes Family, Kilts, Dancing, Angst) – John stared at Sherlock’s profile against the cab window and exhaled slowly. After a long moment, he reached out and touched Sherlock’s long fingers where they were fiddling with the button on his coat. The tall man didn’t look around again, but his fingers slowly unfurled before curling deliberately around John’s hand. Part 2 of Scotland

Shatter Me by Loveismyrevolution (E, 162,856+ w., 20/24 Ch. || WiP || Sherlock Dances, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst with Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Introspection, Mutual Pining, UST, Idiots in Love, Big Brother Mycroft, Implied Drug Use, Suicidal Thoughts, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions) – This is a story about two men trying to find their way back into the comfort of their companionship. No easy task in the aftermath of the events of Reichenbach, a wedding and a shot through the heart. They are facing a very rocky road ahead with a lot of introspection, misunderstandings, angst and pining. They each try to cope in their own particular way. Eventually, they'll find a way to communicate and learn about the true nature of their feelings.

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Love On-Set (Pt. 03 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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Walking among the girls, you finish your milkshake and throw the empty cup away. Natalia invited you for a girls night out at the mall, to relax and introduce you to Millie and Sadie. You just bought a new dress and a necklace to match, and now you're just looking for new interesting stores.

You really needed this tonight. As you keep up with their conversations, you can't help but think about what James told you to do. The kissing scene will need a lot of courage, not only professionalism. You've been telling yourself it's just a kiss and that this is your job, but somehow it's not enough. But it's normal, isn't it? To be nervous about kissing a handsome guy.

After a while, you all sit at a table, wondering what to eat for dinner. Nothing healthy, you agreed.

“(Y/N). How are things going with you?” Millie asks, getting your attention. “Are you enjoying playing Amy?”

“I am. She's an amazing character and I like her development.”

“Her whole arch happens around Billy and he needed Amy,” Sadie adds, still finishing her ice cream. “It's good to know he'll change.”

“And how are things with Dacre?” Natalia asks. “The two of them were chatting a lot today in the van.” It gets you some giggles and meaningful stares.

“Dacre wants to make me feel comfortable around him since... We'll be acting a lot together.”

“Dacre is very sweet. You'll have no problems acting with him.” Sadie says, and Millie nods.

“There's a kissing scene, isn't there?” Natalia makes the favor of reminding you of the only thing you're trying not to think about. “It will be a turning point for the characters.”

“Yes, it's scheduled for a couple of weeks from now but...” If you keep this a secret, it'll become a big deal, and you don't want it to be a big deal. And you're among girls who might actually be able to help. “James wants Dacre and I to do it before. The whole thing. Get it on camera and send it to him. He told us that we're doing so well that he wants to push it to the next level.”

“I watched your scene together earlier today. You seemed pretty nervous.” Natalia says, typing something on her phone before looking at you again. “I'm not sure if it was Amy or if it was you.”

“Good question.” You mutter, not sure if you should tell them your insecurities. “I'll just do it. It'll happen anyway.”

“Have you spoken to Dacre about it?” Millie asks.

“Not yet.”

“Then do it. I'm sure he'll make you feel comfortable.” Millie has a funny expression on her face, and you wonder what's she's thinking about. She gives Sadie a glance, then Natalia.

“Yes, just sit and talk. Like in the van. You two seemed pretty comfortable around each other.” Natalia shrugs her shoulders, smiling.

“I get that she's nervous. Any girl would be nervous about kissing Dacre. I mean, look at the guy.” Francesca remarks, and you nod, happy that she spoke it and you didn't have to.

“Thank you.” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. “It's just natural.”

“Of course it is.” Millie states after whispering something with Sadie. “He's single, by the way.”

“Oh.” You haven't given that any thought. It never crossed your mind because when it's a job, you have to do it anyway. But now... Now it won't leave you alone. “That's... That's good.”

“What about you?” Francesca gives you a look.

“Single too.” You keep your voice low, trying not to make it such a big deal.

“Isn't that great," Millie exclaims. “I did say Natalia and Charlie would have a thing and I was right. And this...” She points a finger at you, smirking. “...I see this going down the same road.”

Gasping, you nervously giggle. “I wouldn't count on it. It's Dacre we're talking about, he's...” Your voice fades since you don't really know what to say.

“Gorgeous? Yeah, we all can see that. But he never approached any girl on set as he approached you, so...”

“Well, I won't give it much thought, Millie. I need to focus on Amy. On bringing her to life.” Nodding, more to yourself then to the girls, you make a self note to stick to your job. You're probably just mesmerized by everything, but it'll soon fade away and you'll be able to act as a professional around him.

At least you hope so.

•••

The next two weeks are hectic. You've been on set all day, shooting all the scenes at the pool. In between the takes you met the kids, and everyone was very kind to you. James never seems to get Heather's scenes right, which means you always have to stay in the background as she walks around. And there's also some scenes with the kids and Nancy, on which Amy tells her what she saw in the woods, what will bring the characters together. James wants all the scenes in the pool during daylight done before moving ahead, so there won't be anything else happening until everything is perfect.

You don't mind though. This routine has been keeping you from thinking too much about the director's request. You haven't spoken to Dacre about it yet, and James seems to have forgotten. After another long day, you showered and changed into your own clothes and headed to the van that will take you back to the hotel. You're the first one to get there, so you pull the door, leaving it wide open for the others, and move to your usual place at the back of the van. Putting the headphones on, you close your eyes, feeling the song.

A sudden movement snaps you out of your state, and you open your eyes again, seeing Dacre as he comes to his usual seatnbeside you. “Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.” He says with a smile. It's been part of the routine now. Dacre always seats with you, and you talk all the way to and from the set.

“You didn't, I was–”

“Dacre!” Someone calls from outside, and he sighs before turning around and stopping by the door. “Is (Y/N) there?”

“Yes.” As he answers, you make your way to the door to, poking your head out to see Ryan, James' assistant, coming your way and stopping a few feet away.

“James asked me to remind you of the scene he wants you to go over. The kiss.” He says, covering his eyes with one hand to protect them from the setting sun.

“Alright. Thanks, Ryan.” You say before heading back to your seat, feeling as Dacre follows you.

Just sit and talk. You've been chatting a lot during the last few days, and this is just something you'll have to do. “I–”

“Why don't you come over to my room tonight?” You burst out, cursing yourself for cutting him off. “An hour after we get to the hotel so we'll have some time to rest and relax before getting into work again.” The words come out fast, and you avoid his eyes.

“Why are you so nervous about it?”

“I'm not.” You answer too fast again, taking a deep breath and biting your lip.

“I always have the feeling you're holding things back.” His voice is low and sweet, and it makes you look at him, despite the heat on your cheeks. “It's alright if you're nervous about it, I just hope I'm not making you feel so uncomfortable.”

“You're not, I promise.” You can't let Dacre think he's doing something wrong. So you take a deep breath and turn your body towards him, folding one leg under you. “It's just that...” Being honest was never so hard. “Any girl would be nervous about kissing you. That's it.” Running a hand through your hair, you look down. “I know it's our job and everything but...”

“Well, it's good to know I'm not the only one who's anxious about it.” Dacre sounds different, almost as if he didn't really want you to hear him.

Meeting his eyes again, an eyebrow raised, you try to understand what he means. “But you had kissing scenes before, why would you be anxious?”

He's about to answer when the guys start coming in, laughing and joking around. “(Y/N). We were looking for you.” Millie says, settling down on the roll before you. “But when I noticed Dacre was nowhere to be found too I figured out you'd both be here.” She winks before turning around, facing away from you.

As if you needed another reason to be as red as a tomato.

“An hour then,” Dacre says, leaning closer to your ear.

• • •

As soon as you get to the hotel, in your room, you start overthinking. Why are you overthinking? You knew there would be a kissing scene when you first got the script, and yet, you accepted the role. Why is it driving you insane now?

Trying to calm yourself down, you take a shower, wash your hair, and tries to keep your mind on anything else than Stranger Things right now. Once you're done, you decide to put something to watch, something that will need your attention. So you pick Black Mirror, a show long abandoned, that you just remembered how good it is. But, despite the very interesting episode, you're checking your phone every now and then, counting down the minutes until the hour has passed. Bouncing your leg up and down, you look at the TV without paying much attention. When you're pissed at yourself, you decide to watch the episode from the beginning again. You're ten minutes into it when someone knocks.

Taking a deep breath and pausing the show, you stand up and head towards the door, nervously running a hand through your hair. Swinging the door open, you can't help but smile at Dacre. “Hi again.”

“Hi. Haven't seen you in such a long time.” He jokes as you step aside to let him come in.

“Yes, I was starting to miss you.” You regret saying that the moment the words come out, felling your cheeks going red already. Biting your lip, you guide him to the couch, where the two of you take a seat.

“Is this Black Mirror?” Dacre asks, gesturing at the TV.

“It is. I was trying to watch it.”

“I already did, it's very good.” He looks at you. “Press play.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you wonder if he really meant that. This meeting is for the scene. Isn't it? “Uhm... Shouldn't we just...”

“Let's just watch an episode. We both need a break from work.”

“Alright.” Shrugging your shoulders, you do as he says, pressing play and turning your attention to the TV.

Dacre makes few comments about the episode, and he seems amused at your confusion through it, as you try to understand what the hell is going on.

“Shit, I wasn't expecting that.” You exclaim in the end, raising an eyebrow at Dacre's giggles. “That's insane. They'll just restart her torture.”

“That right there.” He suddenly speaks, a finger pointed at your face. “Hold on to this reaction. That's why I love Black Mirror. You only get this feeling once.”

Chuckling at his face, you look down. “What now?”

“Next one. It's already starting.”

You don't complain, you just enjoy the show. It's a weird feeling to have Dacre here, but you feel... Comfortable around him. Maybe he did succeded with his plan after all. The rather brief time you had talking in the van was enough to get to know him a little bit and get used to his presence. To start missing him. Two episodes later you decide to order room service. But not a proper dinner. You both agree on fries, chicken wings, and onion rings. Not healthy at all, but Dacre doesn't seem to be worried about it.

“You shouldn't be eating this.” You tease him, the two of you casually seated on the floor, the food scattered on the coffee table. “Billy still has to show off those perfect six-pack abs.”

“You too, sweetheart.” He snaps back, and you giggle at the nickname. “We should hit the gym tomorrow then. Since we only have to show up in the afternoon and you're already feeling guilty for eating all this junk food.”

“I don't feel guilty. It's not my fault all the best foods aren't healthy.” Winking at him, you lean forward to get one of his fries since yours are long gone. “Hope you don't mind.” Dacre gives you a look, biting back a smile, but doesn't say anything. “Gym tomorrow then. If nobody invites me somewhere better.”

“If they do, you'll just tell them you already have a date.”

His choice of words makes you giggle, shaking your head slightly to brush off any ideas. “What are we shooting tomorrow?” You decide to ask, just to change the subject.

“Billy and Amy will have a fight and I'll have to throw you over my shoulder.”

Oh. That scene. “Well, I'm ticklish, so be careful.” You're not sure how you feel about that scene. It's not as bad as the kiss, but there will be a lot of touching and eye contact, and all that stuff that brings you to the verge of breaking character a hundred times.

“I will let you find out for yourself if it was a good idea to tell me that.” There's a threat in his tone, and you bite your lip.

“I'm not scared of you, Mr. Montgomery.” Taking a sip from your soda, you stand up. “You should be scared of me. I suffocate people with my feelings, I might want to suffocate you.” The joke doesn't sound as funny as you intended. It's more like dark humor to you, and you just hope he'll laugh, but he doesn't. Dacre just stays there, his head slightly raised so he can look at you from he's seated position.

“I'm not scared of feelings.”

“Yeah, I know.” Taking a deep breath, you notice you just ruined the mood. Dacre knows a little about your father now, about the whole argument before he disappeared and how it changed you. How it shaped you into not sharing what's inside your heart. You don't know exactly why, but with Dacre, things just come out. “Sorry, it's just... What I normally tell people.”

“And you expect this to scare them away?”

“I don't know. I honestly don't know.” Settling down on the couch, you curse yourself for turning such a pleasing evening into whatever this is now. “Sorry if I killed the mood.”

“You didn't.” Dacre moves to the couch too, his blue eyes locked on yours. “You know you can tell anything, right? It won't scare or suffocate me. I want to listen.”

You wonder if he knows how he makes you feel when he talks like that. Low, deep voice sending chills down your spine. Dacre makes you feel comfortable in a way nobody else did, and it almost impels you to talk. To open your heart.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Have you ever been in love?” The question gets you off guard, and you furrow your eyebrows, trying to understand where he's going with this. “Being in love is a confusion of sentiments. Everything... Blossoms in unexpected ways. It's hard to understand, it's hard to describe, it's hard to know what to do. If you ever loved someone, you must have told him how you felt. Him or anyone else, at least for some advice.”

You stop to think a little, but the answer is obvious. “No, I haven't. I mean... I had a crush here and there, but being in love... It never happened before. What about you?”

“Never happened before,” Dacre repeats your words. “But I know how it should feel like. I bet you have an idea too.”

“Yeah... It should feel like yyour heart was just... Taken. Suddenly stolen and you don't know what to do and it feels good not knowing.” You don't know what happens, but you just say it. And you have no idea how exactly you're putting this into words. It just feels right, as stupid as it may sound. “You just wait and hope to see what happens. And you pray that whatever it is, it's good.” There's this feeling building up. Maybe it's Dacre's eyes, never leaving yours, provoking this. You just spoke as if you're living it. As you're feeling it. “I'm sorry, it probably sounds ridiculous.”

“No, it doesn't. I feel the exactly–” Dacre stops speaking suddenly, clearing his throat. “I understand you. And it's not ridiculous. On these modern days, people have become so superficial, it's hard to find someone who's not afraid of what they feel.”

“I am afraid of what I feel.” Admitting it's hard, and it hurts a little. You hate the fact that you allowed your father to get into your head that way, and how you still rather hold back your heart after so many years. Your mother does exactly the same. She never got into any relationship after that night, not for too long. But she always tells you not to follow her path.

“You don't have to be, not with me.” Dacre takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise, you can trust me. I'm so... Tired of meaningless people in my life and you, in the last five minutes shared more of your heart with me than many of my friends have in years.”

“You're the first person I've met in years who actually wanted to listen to my bullshit.” Giggling, you look down, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “These last weeks have been nice... Thanks to you. And to the others too. I made good friends.”

“So did I.” When you look at Dacre, he's smiling. It's so pure and gentle, it warms your heart. “It's a bit late now. I'll let you get some sleep so you will be well-rested to hit the gym with me tomorrow.” He stands up and you do the same.

“It will be good to have some blood flowing before you have Amy yelling at your face.” Walking him to the door, you sigh as you pull it open.

“Poor Billy.” He mumbles, stepping out and turning around to face you again. “See you tomorrow then. At eight?”

A little too soon for your taste. You were planning on waking up late since the shooting only starts after lunch, but you won't tell him that. You're more than happy to change your plans. “Eight.”

“Good night, (Y/N).” Dacre stands there for a few minutes before leaning closer and placing a kiss on your cheek. “Have good dreams.”

“You too.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you stand at the door, watching as he leaves.

Once you're in the security of your room, the door closed behind your back, you allow yourself to smile. To let your mind race a little bit, but not too much. Maybe you're misreading the signs. Dacre is a sweetheart to everyone, always a good, trustworthy friend. And if that's what he's supposed to be to you, you'll gladly accept it.

But still, there's a little spark in your heart, one that can't help but hope. Hope that there will be something more. Something else.

As you make your way to the bed, you catch yourself feeling a different kind of nervousness towards the kissing scene.

×

@baker151910 @shinydixon @dreamin-of-dacre @hanoi15 @lickmymelanin @skykittyssuff @foccus @multific @uncookspaget @kellysimagines

[taerseok]

Blooming Daffodil

—Pairing: OT7 × reader (platonic)

—Synopsis: You’re a blooming daffodil. And you’re still learning, but with the help of your seven friends, you can make it through. You know it.

→ ‘The daffodil flower is known for its symbolism of new beginnings and rebirth.’

—Word Count: 2651

—Genre: Hurt/comfort

—Triggers: Some sadness here and there, nothing too major though!

『Hello! Looks like I'm posting again, after a while, lol. It's been a few months and I didn't expect to put this out so it's unedited in most areas. I wrote this to comfort myself so if it comes off as cringey pls don't mind lololol. Still, I hope you enjoy :D』

-

It’s dark and cold where you lay.

It’s silent, almost to the point of being unbearable. You’re unsure if it’s your bedroom you are sitting in, or just a random strange place. It’s unfamiliar, and you feel exhausted.

Your phone rests in your hand, your chin on the cool bed sheet. Is that the reason you are getting these chills and soon after, the hot rushing waves that fall upon you?

It’s Taehyung’s messages.

You replied back only a few moments earlier, and had the desire to say more but-

You’re suddenly exhausted.

Your body feels light, almost light enough to levitate in the cold, air-conditioned nothingness. There’s the faint sound of a melody playing in your head, but you don’t pay it mind.

Your heart’s too full, all at once, a little too tired to go on right now.

You’re not sad, by any means. In fact, if you tried, you could muster up some sort of a smile right now. It’d be tight and most certainly fake, it wouldn’t reach your eyes, but… It’d be there, nonetheless.

From [taehyungie]:

coming to the movie night at jungkook’s tonight?

i’ll pick you up if u want

There’s your stomach aching from anxiety, with everything that had been going on. College, you not being able to talk to your friends (who you doubt care), but even more than that, just not being able to feel alive in your own body.

You are far from sad, but that doesn’t mean you’re content.

Friends from high school aside, you had Taehyung. You had the seven boys you adored the most in the world. You had met them back at an inter school competition where you all got to know each other, and eventually became friends. Some sort of friends, anyway.

They were from a different school, so it did piss off your schoolmates that you were befriending ‘rivals’ but that didn’t mean anything to you. All that mattered was that you had them, and they had you.

Fast forward to a year later. You’re laying in bed, exhausted and overwhelmed. There’s this weight at the back of your head, making it feel heavy, almost as if you had a headache.

Tired.

So extremely tired.

To [taehyungie]:

I don’t really|

The cursor keeps blinking at you, as if it’s asking, ‘do you really want to say this?’ You don’t.

Really.

But you’re not in the mood to socialize, even if it means missing out on a movie night you had waited for to spend with your bestest friends. You love them, you really do, but… It’s at moments like these that you find yourself asking again and again-

Am I really their friend?

You can’t figure out if you love them as much as they do, and how could you ever repay these seven men for how much they had lit up your life?

And then again, you’re tired, a little overwhelmed, a little sad (so you finally admit it). You can’t even bring yourself to move. What do you even do? Saying you don’t want to come sounds like you’re ungrateful for how much they’ve done for you, which isn’t true at all. You appreciate them, but there’s that lethargic feeling in your bones, the way each bone in your body aches, that just tells you-

You can’t.

You feel like a living paradox, sad but happy, energetic but tired, in pain but you’re okay.

You’re okay.

You’re completely fine, so why do you feel this way?

You want to shut the world out and not look anyone in the eyes. Stop talking. Leave group chats. Turn down offers.

It’s not the first time this has happened. It’s not the last time it’ll happen either. But every time, it feels like the worst one so far. You’re hurting but your body can’t recognize the pain, making it seem like you’re not, but you are, and you know that deep down.

Your head’s cluttered, throbbing pain now taking over from the heavy weight you felt at the back of your head instead. You massage your temples to ease the pain, but your fingers, cold and unnerving, cannot keep you away from brooding.

What do you say?

What do you do?

You hold down the delete button, clearing the message box. Your cursor still blinks, making you feel annoyed, before you click the cancel button and let the keyboard on the screen vanish.

Done and- for the last time, you’ll say it- exhausted, you flip over to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling above.

If you say you don’t want to go, you’ll appear selfish and it’ll make it seem like you were leading them on. Which you weren’t, you were just as excited as them about it, but you never planned for your weird episode to begin today.

If you agree to go, you’ll only bring them down with your depressed self. And that’s sadly not the end of it. You’ll likely explode with frustration because of how much you let yourself take in while being around them.

At times like these, all you needed was some peace and quiet.

It was funny how a third-party could figure out a solution to this, but you definitely couldn’t. Plans run in your head over and over again, repeating themselves so you don’t forget.

Dinner at 8.

Movie night begins at 9.

Come home around 2, another sleepless night. Maybe tonight you’ll finish your assignments. What about that K-drama though?

First class at 08:30 tomorrow.

And then

Stop.

Please. Stop.

Telling that aloud to your brain seems as if you have more control over it than it does you, but that’s not it at all. In fact, it’s the other way around. It has way more power on you than you do it, but saying that out loud makes it seem as vice versa.

If a person is thinking, is the brain controlling the person or is the person controlling the brain?

Your thoughts stop there.

You take a hold of your abandoned phone, hands freezing but you pay it no attention.

To [taehyungie]:

Can you come over with the others?

A sigh, then another, and another. You just can't stop.

From [taehyungie]:

why

did something happen

You can’t bring yourself to answer anymore, to type anymore, apathy regaining control over you.

From [taehyungie]:

yn

are you okay???

i’m coming right now

stay there

Your heart’s beating in your chest but you’re barely breathing. And it hurts, the pressure weighing down on your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Your heart hurts, and it hurts as it beats, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You lay there.

You’re sobbing now, tears brimming in your eyes. They don’t fall out, but it burns to have your eyes open as the air around you seems to be too much for them, and so you shut them tight, hands balling into fists.

Help.

It’s too much, all too much-

You can’t take it anymore. You can’t destroy yourself like this and you know that, but-

Fuck, how badly do you want to cry right now? How badly do you wish you could let it out so you wouldn’t have to deal with it? But you just can’t anymore.

You slide down from the bed unwillingly, to sit on the ground, you back supported by the polished wood. Begging the heavens to let you cry. Begging.

The tears disappear as soon as they come.

It’s fifteen minutes later that you hear the doorbell ring and you freeze.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You can’t. You regret it, telling him to come over, to bring everyone with him. Why did you even-?

You don’t have the power to stand up, but you do it anyway, hearing them shout your name, half limping to get to the door downstairs.

Hand trembling as it reaches for the doorknob, you let out a shaky breath as you turn it to open the door.

They’re here.

Company.

Fuck.

“YN, are you okay!?” Taehyung’s the first one to ask, inviting himself inside as he holds your shoulders and takes you to the living room, saying things you don’t pay attention to. The others follow him behind.

You don’t say anything as they sit you down on the couch, making sure you feel comfortable. Yoongi sits down next to you, his hands find yours and you flinch, causing him to loosen his hold on them.

“Sorry. I should’ve asked first.”

You shake your head.

You can’t speak. You want to stay silent, keep everyone quiet. But they go on, anyway. “What happened?” Namjoon asks, raising a brow. Each of them seat themselves around you, either on the couch or on the floor right in front of you. You can’t even look down to see your hands clasped in Yoongi’s to turn away.

As if they couldn’t already read you like an open book.

“Are you tired?” Jungkook tilts his head, doe-eyes staring up at you from his place on the floor. You shake your head lightly. You want to tell him to get up, sit on the couch, but… It doesn’t matter. It’s not as if you can speak.

“Her hands are cold,” Yoongi remarks, to which you see Jimin pout. “Were you sitting in the aircon for too long? Do you have a fever?”

Putting the back of his hand to your forehead, you watch as Yoongi winces. “She’s burning.” Taehyung sighs, before a look of determination crosses his face.

“Mission SAVE YN starts now!”

You wince at the loudness of his voice, not used to it. He looks at you apologetically before turning back to the others. The rest of the guys look at him with raised brows and confused looks, to which he frowns. “Mission SAVE YN! Let’s take over different duties to help YN feel better,” everyone else nods enthusiastically, sounds of ‘oooh’s fill the living room, as they talk of what they’ll do to play their part in this ‘mission’.

And you’re grateful, really, but…

You can’t help but still sulk. The apathy does not leave.

Hoseok, noticing that, gathers everyone’s attention back together again. “YN, are you really okay?”

“Do you not want our help?”

“Everyone needs some alone time, it’s okay if you do too.”

But how could you feel anything if not for them? Your conflicting feelings grow and grow until you feel as if your existence is just a paradox-

You’re living but you’re not.

“It’s not that easy.” You speak, for the first time in a while, your voice so light and quiet that the ones not sitting right next to you on the couch (Yoongi on your left and Namjoon on your right) have to scoot closer to hear you continue.

“I don’t want this. But I do. I feel conflicted right now. I wanted to go to the movie night, I really did, but…” you pause, trying to organize your thoughts. “I’m a mess. I hate feeling this way, I hate bringing you guys down with me. But you’re the only people that really make me smile and… just seeing texts from Taehyung wasn’t enough this time around.”

Jimin tilts his head at the words, “How do you feel?”

“Tired. Emotionally drained. I can’t smile anymore. I don’t laugh at the things I used to,” you look up to meet eyes with Seokjin, who winks upon the eye contact. You blink- it doesn’t make you smile or giggle as usual.

Namjoon puts his arm around your shoulder, running his hand over your back.

You’re safe.

You’re okay.

“It hurts to feel that way. That nothing understands me anymore. Not even my own self. But I called you all over anyway,” your voice gets louder as it returns to you, tears pooling your eyes again and you sniff, “And I felt bad that I used you all and led you on with the movie night thing but… I’m sorry.”

Namjoon holds you closer at the words, tightening his grip. Your hands reach up to wipe the tears away from your eyes, sniffing as the rest keep quiet. You let yourself live in the moment and enjoy the feeling of comfort that you felt whenever your seven friends came around.

“We’ll make you feel better, only if you want us to. We don’t want to force you,” Seokjin smiles faintly when you look at him upon the words. “And you’re not a bad friend,” Hoseok huffs, grinning brightly when he sees a little smile creep onto your face.

“Thank you.”

So they begin.

Jungkook and Hoseok let you sit at the couch with them as they tell you puns (your favourite things in the world after the boys), waiting for Seokjin to return with snacks. When Mr. Worldwide Handsome returns, he adds onto the puns with his own dad jokes and clever play on words. It is ‘unbelibubble’ how easily you smile when that one joke comes around.

“Getting out of your bubble, I see,” Seokjin says he sets down the tray of snacks on the table, “Unbelibubble!”

Jungkook imitates vomiting. “That one was pretty bad, hyung. I won’t lie,” Hoseok nods lightly, before taking the packet of chips and opening it to crunch into one, passing you over the rest.

“Yah! At least YN smiled at it!”

“YN has the same sense of humour as you. Not surprising,” Jungkook’s and Seokjin’s bickering truly never stops.

You ‘play’ with Taehyung and Jimin next.

“YN says dance like monkeys on steroids,” you smirk, making the two raise their brows at you. Jimin stomps on the ground, pouting, “That’s not-! What even-!?” He manages to say, before bursting out into laughter, falling to the floor at the ridiculous order.

Your version of Simon Says. Much better than the original game, in your opinion.

“Remember Jimin-ah, you have to do it. YN said so!” Taehyung huffs, before trying to dance like how a monkey on steroids would, though it is mainly just flailing his arms in the air randomly, making a few monkey sounds here and there that sounded more chicken-like than they did monkey, but that is fine too.

Jimin snickers, rolling his eyes before crossing his arms to look up and down at Taehyung as he finishes. “That’s all you can do!?”

“Oh yeah! Can you do better!?”

“Watch me!”

Last but definitely not least, comes bed-time with Namjoon and Yoongi.

Yoongi’s slender fingers run through your hair, silently wishing you good night, after you have taken your medicine. The fever should be okay soon, they had said.

“Would it be too much if I tried to sing you lullabies?” Namjoon asks, on the verge of laughing but he somehow keeps it under control. You grin, eyelids growing heavier. “I wouldn’t mind it.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re signing up for, YN?” Yoongi smirks as he lays down next to you, one arm under his head, the other hand still brushing strands of your hair.

“I love when he sings.”

“And if he wakes up the neighbors?”

“He won’t,” you mumble, drifting off to sleep. “I’ll sing for you then,” you listen to Namjoon say. You don’t hear much before you fall asleep, but from what you do hear, you can tell it’s beautiful. Though now that you think about it, the whole ‘neighbors might wake up’ deal might not be that far-fetched. It is beautiful to you anyway.

---

You wake up the next day in your bed, just how you remember yourself laying down, bodies on both your sides.

Regaining your vision, you see seven men sprawled over the room- three on the bed with you, while four lay on the floor with sleeping bags, sunlight filtering through the windows in your bedroom.

A little smile makes its way to your face, and heart, at how adorable each one of them is.

And how incredibly lucky you are to have them.

[vaxyl]

ngl, critter gang, feel pretty ill tonight n probably won't liveblog much tonight, if at all

But that being said

Im lookin forward to the stream and I hope everyone has fun!

Idk how many eps are left, but I'm Sure what we get will be great as usual (great ≠ perfect, btw and that's okay)

Remember, if you stop having fun? Stop watching, please, for your own good

Don't watch until you despise the show and cast if you usually love them

You're only hurting yourself

You don't need to keep watching if it's nolonger sparking joy

I never finished campaign 1 for this exact reason

I jumped from Episode 40 of this campaign to Episode 117 of this campaign for that exact reason

It's okay.

Nobody will be mad at you.

Watch if you enjoy it, but don't if it stops being enjoyable

And remember!

You can make up your own ending if the canon ending doesn't vibe with you

Or keep making up new adventures instead!

Whatever makes you happy!

That's perfectly okay!

It's okay to stop enjoying something and it's okay to walk away from things you've stopped enjoying, even if it's only just this campaign - again, ai stopped enjoying campaign 1 but went on to watch and fall in love with campaign 2 anyway

You're allowed to stop watching until campaign 3 starts

And whatever your thoughts are, don't be rude to those who are still enjoying it!

That doesn't do any good for anybody, ya know?

If they're not hurting anyone, let them enjoy it

Walk away, find what you do enjoy and enjoy that instead

It's okay

You're valid and your feelings are important, please take care of yourself and don't force yourself to engage in stuff that doesn't spark joy when u can

And may the universe be kind to all of us going forward (:

[handonhaven]

Spoiler alert if you haven't watch tonight's episode of legacies yet stop reading now.

Okay so I enjoyed this whole episode. I kind of liked where Hope and the twins are going friendship wise. So I hope they keep that up and they don't mess it up. And everything else in this episode was good as well. That being said.

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THE WRITERS FOR NOT LETTING ARIA BE APART OF THE STAR WARS EPISODE! It was so wrong to do that to him. I mean couldn't they have found him some part any part even if it's small. I mean they put Ethan in it and he was only there for one scene. Why couldn't they do that for Aria. I feel so salty about that. Like how could they?

Also that promo for 3x16 scares me a little but it's a mix or good and bad scared you know.

P.S Clarke's back really. I mean I knew it was possible that is was going to happen. But at the same time. I'm just so indifferent about it as well.

Thanks for the spoiler alert! I agree, I thought the episode was fine, I did enjoy parts of it. But there were parts I had problems with. Obviously the fact that Aria was not in it was the biggest one. Honestly, I cannot believe they excluded him from this. I will never forgive them either like... how could they do that to him?? Yes, it was very wrong. And right? They found a way to include Ethan but not Landon?! I thought it was a shared hallucination, it was partly from Hope, they brought in her side of things and her current fear, Malivore. So wouldn’t it have only made sense for Landon to be involved somehow? There was absolutely no good reason not to include him. That’s just very insulting to Aria, I feel really bad for him. I mean, he was clearly disappointed when he couldn’t be part of the noir episode, but then they do this? I can’t imagine how he must have felt. It’s just incredibly mean honestly, if I were the writers I’d feel terrible. Idk, I hope they treat him well, I’ve wondered because of comments they’ve put into the script about his appearance and such... then they do stuff like this... All I’ll say is if he ended up quitting the show I wouldn’t be surprised. I hope he gets to be part of an actual Star Wars show someday or something, it’s what he deserves.

The rest of the episode though, I just felt like a lot of it was very redundant tbh. Like, we already know that Lizzie had struggled and how she felt about Hope when they were young, we know how Josie took care of Lizzie and how Lizzie was towards Josie back then, we know that Alaric devoted a lot of his time to Hope and that it affected the twins, it’s like they were just rehashing what has already been discussed. I thought we were past this, why are we not moving forward? I feel like we’re back in season 1, with Hope and the twins discussing the same thing again, trying to understand how they felt back in the day and why they had issues, and then trying to move forward as friends. So it felt very repetitive to me. I was happy to see Summer Fontana again though, and we did get to learn more about how Hope had felt back then and about the Hollow and her family. So I’m glad they brought that in, though I wish it had been done in flashbacks, not in the context of Star Wars. 😂 But even the whole thing with Hope’s fear of having to destroy Malivore by becoming a full tribrid, again, we already know this. When Hope said it, they acted like it was this big shock when Hope literally found out and expressed to Landon that she was afraid a couple episodes ago. This is nothing new. So why devote an entire episode mostly to things we already know, idk.

Anyway, sorry to rant haha. But yeah, I’m scared for 3x16 too. The whole thing with Landon and Cleo... it had better just be a spell, or maybe he’s just tricking her or something... if anything actually happens between them, I don’t know what I’ll do, because Landon would never. So the writers better not screw up his character, I’m very nervous about that.

And yes, I had wondered if they’d really bring back Clarke. I’m actually kinda glad, I thought he was an interesting villain and his story always felt unresolved to me. Plus I’d like to see more stuff between him and Landon too. So hopefully it’ll be good.