#little fake dating; little bed sharing; little post fight patch up

[sassyshoulderangel319]

Patch Up - A Jason Todd One-Shot

I talked to @jason-redhood​ about this one a while ago and just got it finished. Thank you so much, my friend! You’re awesome!

Warnings: violence, mentions of graphic violence and some blood but nothing terribly gory

JT/RH tag list: @welovegroot​ @jason-todd-squad​

“You are such an idiot.”

Not the best first thing to hear after waking up from being unconscious. I grunted. “Good morning to you too, Jason,” I mumbled.

“Y’know, we take pretty bad beatings in this life, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get that royally thrashed,” Jason remarked. I peeled my eyes open to see a pair of blue eyes looking at me, a green ring around the pupils.

“Got jumped,” I mumbled.

Jason helped me sit up. “You look like death reheated.”

“I feel like death reheated.” I rubbed my temple. Flecks of red-brown flaked off. Dried blood. “What happened?”

Jason made a face. “Well...”

---

Two Days Ago...

---

I hung on to Jason’s elbow loosely, looking around the crowded room with idle curiosity. I could vaguely hear him introducing our aliases to important people in the room. “Good evening. My name is Maxwell and this is my girlfriend Victoria...” Truth be told I wasn’t paying much attention to him.

I was a simple girl from a simple world. I had incredible powers, but I grew up completely ordinary. The secrets of the upper class world of the rich and powerful were intriguing to me.

Even if the excess was a bit disgusting.

Jason tugged my hand. “Darling,” he said, trying to get my attention.

“Yeah, babe?” I replied.

“This is Thomas Owen, one of the kings of the pharmaceutical industry.”

I thanked past-me for deciding this formal event required over-the-elbow satin gloves, because they hid the fact that my knuckles went white around Jason’s elbow as my grip tightened fairly well. I put on the most false, forced smile I’d ever made. Nothing frustrated me more than jerks like this making bank on the suffering of others. “A pleasure to meet you. I’m Victoria.”

“Thomas. I assure you, the pleasure is mine,” the man said, beaming at me genuinely. He was in his fifties with quick eyes and salt-and-pepper hair.

Jason edged slightly into Thomas’ line-of-sight, cutting me off from his view. “My mother worked in pharmaceuticals for most of her career,” Jason said to Thomas.

I tuned out again. I knew exactly why Jason stepped between me and the older man. That man’s salacious grin was enough to make anyone protective of whoever the grin’s target was. Jason knew untoward behavior when he saw it. I’d never been brave enough to ask whether he knew from personal experience or just training with Batman. My best guess was possibly a little of both, but Jason had never been anything but respectful toward me. And every other woman I’d ever seen him interact with---superhero or not.

Maybe he just always assumed every woman he met could probably kick his butt.

A safe assumption, in my opinion.

Jason and Thomas spoke for a few more minutes while I observed the rest of the party. The person we were looking for would be heavily guarded---but if they were smart, the guards were dressed to blend in almost perfectly with the crowd.

That being said, targets of ours were never as smart as they could be. The guards were blatantly obvious. Men in tuxedoes---who most definitely didn’t pull them off as well as Jason did---standing around the perimeter.

Wires in full view, hands folded in front of them. It was like they really wanted to be seen and noticed. Maybe it was a power play. A display of intimidation.

It wasn’t working.

“Darling, would you care to dance?” Jason asked as the music turned from idle talking soundtrack to acceptable dance tune.

I smiled at him. “Of course, my love,” I said.

Jason and I shared a look that held a gag of irritation. Pretending to be dating was almost awkward after everything our relationship had been through.

We started to waltz around the dancefloor. Jason was remarkably elegant. Much better than I expected of a man of his stature and attitude. He held me so close our chests were touching. His head was bent low near mine. “Six o’clock. Wearing the grey bowtie.” He spun me under his arm slow enough that I caught sight of the target. “There’re too many people here. It’d be unwise to take out the target with this many eyes,” he whispered, lips blocked by my falling hair.

“I agree. We could take on the security guards but not the whole crowd,” I replied quietly, barely moving my lips like a ventriloquist.

“Wait till morning?” he asked.

“Good idea.”

He pulled back enough to look at my face. He gave me a grin---the kind that an outsider would think was lovestruck but I knew was just intensely good acting---and leaned down. I tilted up on my tiptoes to meet him and we shared a quick kiss.

Not long after that, we went to our room in the hotel, a few floors above the party. Jason was kind enough to let me shower and change first before he did the same. We’d agreed beforehand that sharing the bed for one night wasn’t going to kill us and we could be mature about it. So I was curled up on my side, back to the bathroom, when Jason returned.

“Starbeam?”

“Hmm?” I replied, his voice jolting me out of my reverie. I twisted to face him.

“Are we set on the plan for tomorrow morning?” He perched on the edge of the bed and glanced at me over his shoulder.

“Yup.” I nodded.

“One more question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you mind if I sleep without a shirt on? They always get too twisted up.”

You are a mature and professional superhero. You are on a mission. Don’t be weird about it, I thought sharply. I shook my head. “I don’t care,” I said, forcing myself not to care.

I heard him strip off his shirt. “Thanks. G’night.”

“Night.”

He bedded down next to me. We weren’t forced to be close to each other by any means---it was a king-sized bed---but once he was under the covers I could feel his body heat. Holy cannoli the man was a space heater. I thought about removing my pajamas just so I wouldn’t overheat.

But I didn’t. I’d be fine.

I rolled so my back was to him again. I wasn’t terribly tired, all things considered, but I knew I’d need adequate rest to take down our target in the morning without being exhausted. Part of the vigilante lifestyle was perpetual exhaustion but sometimes I could mitigate just how badly I wanted to pass out at any given time.

Normally if I wasn’t tired, I wouldn’t go to sleep, but the background fatigue that accompanied my life lulled me to sleep pretty quickly.

If I dreamt, I don’t remember what I dreamt about. It was one of those nights where I blinked and it was morning.

Except morning came abruptly.

CRASH! The door was kicked open, the frame around the lock splintering.

Jason and I sat up and leapt out of the bed on pure instinct. Jason reached for his gun and I started to drum up my energy for my powers.

Before I could even begin to use my telekinesis for anything, one of the intruders---who, like the other four, was wearing all black with a ski mask over their head---shot me with something.

Electricity coursed through my body.

A taser.

A smart move. Overloading my body and mind with energy so I couldn’t focus on my powers or even move my muscles. Part of me was surprised that they didn’t just shoot me with proper bullets though.

I heard Jason shout---but couldn’t make out the words---as the one who shot me approached with a baton. It was wider and shorter than Nightwing’s escrima sticks but I knew what blunt force bludgeoning damage would be like from sparring with Nightwing.

Jason took on the other four on his own while I twitched on the floor, helpless, as the baton struck me again and again. I was aware of the pain, but incapable of doing anything about it. I couldn’t even scream. I got hit hard enough---several times---to split open my skin, blood warming my skin where it oozed from the cuts.

The grunts and flesh-on-flesh sounds from Jason’s fight got louder---and then softer.

Another strike of the baton made my vision blur.

I coughed weakly, not even sure how I was supposed to cry out for Jason. I couldn’t use his name---but did I dare call him Hood? I doubted there was a chance our cover was still intact; but could I risk that?

Heck, could I even move my mouth enough to cry out for him? The electricity was still making me twitch uncontrollably as I was struck.

“He---help!” I managed to gag out, not very loud.

I heard Jason’s grunt as one of the three he was facing went down.

The one with the baton raised it again. I squeezed my eyes shut.

But the blow never came.

Opening my eyes again---vision still blurry---I saw Jason, still missing his shirt, throwing the baton-wielder to the ground.

I blinked blearily, slowly regaining control of my muscles. They shook as I tried to get up.

“Star---Starbeam!” Jason shouted.

My vision swarmed with dots and everything went black.

---

Today...

---

I made a face. “Oh yeah. That sucked,” I muttered, trying to sit up.

Jason put his hand on my shoulder, holding my in place. “Oh no you don’t. You’re staying down. You took a bad beating.”

“But I---”

“Starbeam,” he interrupted, a serious expression on his face. Outside of The Work™, it was rare to see Jason quite so serious. He had a sarcastic, playful, nerdy sort of personality when he wasn’t bashing heads in and blowing brains out. “We’re in a safehouse. It’s okay. Just stay down.”

I groaned. The pain sweeping over me was acute.

Jason leaned over and pulled a washcloth out of a bowl, ringing it out in said bowl before dabbing the cloth over my head wounds. He was remarkably gentle, even though his hands were rough and callused when his skin brushed mine. I sighed, eyes fluttering closed, and leaned into his soft touch, searching for the comfort it provided.

“This is gonna hurt. I’m gonna reapply your bandages,” he warned.

“Mm,” I mumbled.

He disinfected the wounds he’d cleaned off, making me hiss in pain as it stung, but once the bandages were on, it wasn’t so bad.

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. You’re the best,” I said.

He smiled---but there was a sarcasm to it.

“Nuh-uh,” I put in before he could say anything. “No self-loathing or insecurity allowed when I’m complimenting you, ya hear?” I sounded like an exhausted but enthusiastic friend. That was good, right?

He chuckled. “Okay, okay. I hear.” He set his hand on top of my head. I cringed away as he pressed against a bruise.

I reached up with a bruised, bandaged hand and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t,” I said. “There’s a sore there.”

“Oh. Sorry,” he replied, not removing his hand from my grip.

Impulsively and not entirely thinking straight, I brought his hand to my mouth and pressed my lips to his knuckles---which were just as bloody as mine. “Thank you, Jay.”

He gave me a soft smile. “You’re welcome,” he said. Leaning forward, he placed a careful kiss on my forehead. “Get some rest.” His whisper brushed my skin. “I’ll be right here. You’re safe with me, Death Reheated.”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “Shut up,” I retorted half-heartedly, eyes fluttering closed.

Jason held my hand as I drifted back off, finding my relief from the pain in sleep.

[librathefangirl]

Warm Hands

The last thing Steve remembers before it turns black is white hot blinding pain. His name being screamed. Cold ground and warm hands. And the sound of gunfire.

The first thing he notices as he wakes is an insistent beeping. His body feeling simultaneously numb and like it’s been run over by a truck. Warm hands. And soft mumblings.

(Stoncy Week 2022, Day 1)

Written for Stoncy Week 2022, Day 1: Patching Up/Post-Fight OR AND Fake Dating AU.

I couldn’t decide between the two, so I combined them, sort of. But mostly the first one.

The last thing Steve remembers before it turns black is white hot blinding pain. His name being screamed. Cold ground and warm hands. And the sound of gunfire.

The first thing he notices as he wakes is an insistent beeping. His body feeling simultaneously numb and like it’s been run over by a truck. Warm hands. And soft mumblings.

As he opens his eyes, he sees Nancy sitting beside his bed – hospital bed? that’s not good – running her hand gently through his hair. She’s speaking quietly, words he can’t quite make out, but she’s not looking at him. A sigh pulls his attention to his other side. Jonathan’s there. His hands wrapped around Steve’s own, thumb making soothing circles on his skin.

Jonathan freezes as he meets Steve’s gaze. A half-choked gasp leaving his lips.

They both look like shit, Steve notes. Hair completes messes. Eyes red and puffy. And is that dirt or blood specks on Jonathan’s shirt?

“Steve!” Nancy’s other hand cups Steve’s cheek and turns his head towards her. “Hi.”

Nancy’s eyes are wet.

“Hey...” Steve mumbles. It feels like his brain can’t quite connect the pieces. They’re both watching him like they think he’ll break while looking like they’re about to break themselves.

“Jesus,” Jonathan then breathes out, leaning back in his chair. One hand remains tightly wrapped around Steve’s. It’s warm. Secure.

“Yeah,” Nancy agrees in a similar manner. She removes her hand from his cheek and Steve almost asks her to put it back. Almost. His brain is finally starting to catch up.

“What... happened?” Nancy and Jonathan share an uneasy look at his question.

“What do you remember?” she asks instead. Steve tries to think back. It’s all a little muddy.

“Uhm... monster?” It comes out more like a question than an answer. “Did we get it?”

“Yes, it’s gone now. For good,” Jonathan says, a hard look in his eyes.

They got the monster. But... Steve’s in the hospital. That’s not good.

“I got swiped?”

The look Nancy gives him is almost a glare, “That’s a big fucking understatement.”

Steve flounders. Did he do something wrong?

Jonathan’s gaze softens as he uses his free hand to lift up the blanket. Steve blinks at the sight underneath. His chest is almost completely covered in bandages. Yeah. Not good.

“Oh.”

Jonathan places the blanket back down. His hand gently gracing over Steve’s chest. Jonathan gives him a warm smile. Nancy still looks angry.

Steve gives her an uncertain look, and she sighs, “You scared the shit out of us, Steve.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, just- Don’t do it again,” Jonathan says and Steve smiles.

“Not making any promises.”

“Of course you won’t,” Nancy scoffs half-heartedly. “Next time, I’ll kill you myself.”

“I’ll remember that,” Steve replies, slightly scared. A pissed off Nancy is no joking matter. He looks around the room. “So... hospital?”

“For about,” Jonathan glances at the clock on the wall, “20 hours now. Shit, I should go.”

Steve grips his hand tighter as Jonathan tries to let go. Nancy squeezes his shoulder in comfort as she sees it.

“We’re not actually supposed to be here,” Jonathan explains.

“What do you mean?”

“Only family is allowed,” Nancy says with a shrug. They are his family. Not by hospital rules probably, but still. His family.

“So how’d you get in?”

“Nancy told them she was your fiancé,” Jonathan tells him. Nancy kisses the surprised look of Steve’s face before he has the chance to dwell on that.

“And then I snuck Jonathan in,” she then adds.

“Just had to make sure you were alright.” Jonathan leans in a kisses him. Then he stands up, pulling his hand from Steve’s. “But I need to go before the nurse finds me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gives Nancy a kiss before disappearing out the door. She makes no move to leave.

“You’re staying?”

“I’ve killed monsters. I doubt a nurse can do much worse.”

Steve huffs a small laugh. His eyes starting to get heavy again.

“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[wastelandcth]

best years - cth

summary: dovey and calum go through a rough patch, leading dovey to believe she gave up her best years. 

author’s notes: hello everyone...this is angst and part one out of two. good luck! inspired by this tik tok. 

warnings: angst and sad overall

masterlist || request || more doves

I’ve got a million reasons to hesitate and baby a million more are added every day.

Dovey had always been there for Calum. She'd been there through the drama that came along with being in a well-known band. She'd been there through the highs and the lows, through the rumors and controversies. Dovey had stuck through everything and every day it seemed like more and more came into light, like the man she had fallen in love with became a stranger. Suddenly, Calum was no longer her best friend who would tell her everything, he was the stranger in her bed who hardly was around. 

The fight hadn't been intentional. Most of the time, the Doves would talk anything out. Whether it be a disagreement over something small like where the pillows on the couch should go or whether it was something big like how their lives would be affected by the latest album release. This time, it was different, stubbornness and yells meant that Dovey found herself in a lonely bed while Calum locked himself away in his office. And with only a few days left before Calum left for tour with no plan on when or if Dovey would join him, the Doves went to sleep in different beds. 

It had started when he'd left for tour. Usually, Dovey would drive him to the airport and stay until the band's flight was called and she had given him one last hug until they were reunited again. This time, Calum had suggested saying their goodbyes at home that it would be the best since there would probably be a lot of fans at the airport. Although she wasn't too please with their break from tradition, Dovey found herself hugging him on their doorstep, whispering a soft I love you before the man she loved stepped into the car that had been waiting. 

The next time Dovey realized something had changed, she had been on facetime with him. He'd seemed distant, his eyes drifting off from the screen and his interest in whatever conversation he and Dovey were having being torn away at some joke Michael had told. Dovey thought he might've noticed something was off when she had hung up on the call, hoping he'd call her back and she could claim it was an accident, but her phone never rang again that night. It felt like the harder Dovey tried to connect with the man who was an ocean away living his dream, the more she realized exactly how disconnected they were becoming. 

I spent so much of me on you I forgot who I became.

The longer that Calum was away on tour, the more Dovey found herself. Days that would've been spent alone in a foreign city while Calum was in a radio gig were now spent with friends in the city she'd learn to call home. Mornings, where she’d usually wake up in a cramped bunk next to a grumpy Calum, were spent taking Duke on a hike and clearing her head. 

One day after she'd gotten home from the grocery store, a pang in her heart threatened to ruin the good mood she'd been in when she saw Luke's partner post a picture of them all in front of some monument miles away. But with a shake of the head and a double-tap on the screen, Dovey put some music on and danced the tears away. It wasn't until later that night when her mind was awake that she clicked on the picture again, finding those brown eyes she'd fallen in love with two years ago staring back at her. She could tell something was different, that the smile he had on didn't reach his eyes and his eyes didn't shine like they normally did when he was having the time of his life. But things were different now, and Dovey wasn't going to let her life revolve around him as she did before. If he wanted to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him, he would've called. He had her number and for some unknown reason, had decided to not use it. 

Finally found a reason to walk away. 

The final straw had been a picture. Dovey had been used to seeing fan meetings on her social media, smiling fans grateful to have been able to meet Calum and talk to him for even just a second. But the second a video of him had started circling around the internet and made its way onto her screen, Dovey had just about had enough of the stupid shit Calum had been putting her through the last two months. She understood being too busy for at least a phone call or text. Touring was hard work and Calum was known for pushing himself to the limit. She understood wanting space from one another that maybe this tour was something Calum needed to do on his own in order to clear his mind and think about what their relationship meant to him. But the one thing Dovey wouldn't stand by his side when he was the one that had been telling people she was the one who hadn't wanted to join him. She wasn't going to stand by his side while he told his bandmates and the rest of the world that she hadn't wanted to join him because she was being dramatic. If Calum wanted drama, Dovey could be dramatic. 

The house that I built you made it a mess. 

Dovey had been out of their house, the house that had been filled with memories of them and their love, for about two weeks now. Duke had joined her in the passenger seat of her car that sunny afternoon when she had stuffed all her belongings into the back seat and rode off out of the city. Her parent’s house that brought along the comfort and warmth she had been craving for months was a few hours away and far enough away that any reminders of Calum could be put aside. The small town she had left all those years ago brought her peace and gave her the space she needed from whatever waited for her back in LA, if anything even did wait for her. 

Her mother had met her in the driveway, a tight embrace and promises of better times made Dovey's heavy heart lighten up as she saw her childhood home still pretty much the same as the day she had left it. The living room still had candles everywhere and the tv was playing the same movie channel her mother loved to watch on her days off from work. The kitchen was still stocked with snacks and fruits that seemed too real to be fake. And the backyard was still a playground for any and every dog Dovey had brought home, even Duke who had settled on laying in a sunspot to nap. 

Her bedroom had brought on a new set of challenges, the posters on the walls and the albums on the shelves brought tears to her eyes as she saw those brown eyes looking back at her. He'd be back in their house soon. Dovey wondered how he'd react to find himself in an empty house. What he would think of when he saw the letter she had left him on the kitchen counter since at that point any attempt to call or text him was met with radio silence. He'd probably try to call her at that point, she hoped, but only to see where Duke was or he'd get Ashton to do it for him. Dovey wasn't too sure about anything when it came to Calum anymore. She wasn't sure if he would even care that she had left the gold band on the counter next to the letter or that she had left her keys to the house in the little ceramic tray they had painted on one of their dates so many months ago. 

I’m left with broken pieces can't help how I ran out of tears.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the tour had ended and Dovey hadn't heard from any of them. She hadn't heard from Calum since before she'd left the house almost a month ago and she hadn't even gotten a text message from Luke, who would update her on what had been going on during the tour. It was been one week since Dovey had run out of tears. One week since she had decided that leaving was the best option and that she had made the right choice. 

It had been a week since she realized just how much of herself she'd given away to Calum only to have nothing left for herself. It took her two weeks to realize that if he had wanted to talk to her, he would. If he had wanted to see her or even Duke for that matter, he would've driven to where she was. So when her tears were dry and the pain in her chest was nothing more than a dull pressure whenever she thought about him, she began to fix whatever broken pieces she could. 

It began when she packed away all the old posters that hung on her wall, the smile on every single one leaving her breathless like it always would when she saw it in person. The sparkle in his eyes bringing fresh tears to hers, tears that she would blink away and continue on with taking him out of her life. By the time her childhood bedroom was nothing more than the furniture and bare walls, Dovey felt lighter than she had in months. It didn't last long. As sleep called her name and her eyes closed, Dovey was brought back from whatever dream she was about to enter when the buzzing noise went off next to her head.

I'm sorry. 

I lost all my best years just missing my best years. past love burned out like a cigarette im free now baby all I regret are my best years. 

Sitting in the living room, watching back old family movies and nursing the drink in her cup, Dovey couldn't help but feel like an idiot. She'd given Calum the best years of her life. Gave him all the good times and shared the most wonderful moments with him all for him to leave her with silence and no explanations. She'd gone through the stages of grief, had tried to make her new life without his work, and then he had shoved his way back in with no warnings in the middle of the night. 

The text message hadn't been the only thing Calum had sent, no matter how hard Dovey had wanted it to be. He'd sent her a voice note, a five-minute ramble where his accent had gotten too thick for Dovey to try and decipher what he was saying through the tears and sniffling. He'd apologized for the silence, apologized for the lies, and even apologized for forcing the silence he'd caused from the rest of the band. But Dovey wasn't going to just let him into her life so easily, she wasn't going to let him in after the months of silence and heartbreak. She'd lost all her best years and she needed to find herself again before she could ever consider letting Calum have more of the best of her. 

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

You've probably seen me and my asks/reposts/reblogs a few times and if not I mean- Anyways! I'm craving some BAMF! John content bc who wouldn't want that in their life? Also- I really love all that you do for the fandom and your followers. (I was an old Nonny who spoke about being asexual. I was wrong and I mean it happens-) But yeah you are super duper amazing and I hope one day I can do the same for others

Hey Lovely! <3

Aww, it’s okay to change your labels when figure out who you are (I certainly have)! I have a lot of asks from ace nonnies, so I’m not sure which one is yours, hahah. That said, don’t feel bad for identifying as one thing until recently... it’s normal. <3

Ah, yes, we all love a badass mother-fuckin’ John!! I’ve only done one list related to it, so I’ll link to it below :) As always, I encourage everyone to add their own fics to the list below!

Thank you for your kind words, and I hope you enjoy what I’ve got for you! <3

BAMF and/or SOLDIER JOHN

See also: BAMF! But Insecure John

Idiot by Anesthesiologist (T, 1,229 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, TGG AU, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Inner Monologue, John Saves Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – What the heck happened? He remembered the pool and Moriarty, but then what? Had he been dying?

Shooter by Amputation (K+, 1,406 w. || Post-TRF, Suspense, BAMF!John) – The men were trying to rile the other into acting first, it seemed. How boringly predictable and dull this was!

The 3x John Carried Sherlock, and Once ViceVersa by ShinkonoKokoro (K+, 1,673 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friendship, Three and One, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Worried Sherlock, John Gets Shot) – It happens more than he suspects.

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

Coming Full Circle by KCS (K+, 2,358 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate TGG, Friendship, Drama, Violence/Death References, Drugging/Poisoning, Kidnapping, BAMF John, Moriarty POV, Introspection) – Moriarty had John for almost six hours between his abduction and the showdown at the pool - more than enough time to implement a Plan B for his escape should Sherlock call his bluff with the fake bomb vest.

Butterfly, Pinned Under Glass by billiethepoet (E, 4,648 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive Sherlock, Jealousy, Barebacking, BAMF!John) – It started as a desire to keep John safe and whole, and ended up as just desire.

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

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, POV John, Embarrassed John, Adorable Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you're coiled like a spring and ready to be ... sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don't mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

I'm Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, 7,672 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cudding, Doctor/Patient, Accidents, Pining Sherlock, Blow Jobs, Oral / Anal, BAMF John, Minor Injuries, Dev. Rel.) – Sherlock finds increasingly ridiculous ways to get John to patch him up after hurting himself.

Every Night I Look for You by destinationtoast (E, 8,377 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Post-TRF, Angst, Mystery, Unsafe Sex, BAMF John) – Every night, John looks for familiar hints of Sherlock in the men he meets in bars, and he does with them all the things he wishes he’d done before. Eventually, he stumbles into a situation that Sherlock would know how to handle, and John must decide whether he can handle it without him.

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

Matters of National Security by mistyzeo (E, 8,465 w., 1 Ch. || BAMF John, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Dating, Bisexuality, Arguing, Stupidity, Teasing, First Kiss/Time, Hand Jobs, Frottage, RST, Idiots in Love) – John starts dating a male client of Sherlock's, and Sherlock can't figure out why he's so incensed about it.

Stay Awake by pandoras_chaos (E, 9,325 w., 1 Ch. || BAMF!John, First Time, Angst, Pining Sherlock, Rimming, Oral/Anal) – Sherlock can feel the tenuous threads of this conversation shuddering under the strain of all the unspoken words. His eyes narrow as he gazes up at John, noting the residual tension in his shoulders, the dark circles under his lower lids, and the way he is avoiding Sherlock’s eyes like a bi-polarized magnet. He knows John Watson inside and out, like the perfectly balanced coils and gears of a beautifully balanced grandfather clock, and yet John keeps surprising him. It’s uncanny, the way he keeps on being so utterly and wonderfully unpredictable.

John Watson’s Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w., 1 Ch. || Werewolf John, First Time, BAMF John, First Time, Anal, Fleeting Depictions of Violence) – Sherlock finds out John is a werewolf and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.

The Red Dianthus by kinklock (T, 11,382 w., 3 Ch. || Supernatural Elements, BAMF!John, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Romance, Halloween, Dev. Rel., Case Fic) – The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.

The Hand You're Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 12,092 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Light Violence, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury, Friendship) – Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working.

Fear Itself by KCS (K+, 12,289 w., 3 Ch. || Suspense, Friendship) – John is accustomed to being kidnapped by now, but he never expected a criminal to adopt Mycroft's method of doing so, to ensure he comes along without a fight.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The Acronym by DancingGrimm (T, 15,057 w. || Humour) – "'Bee Ay Em Eff'. Hm, that's a new one on me. Do you know what it means, Sherlock?" John might not know what it means, but there are many little ways in which he proves the acronym suits him.

I Will Take Care Of You by SailorChibi (T, 16,664 w., 15 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Sherlock, BAMF John, BAMF Lestrade, Reunion Fic) – Two years after Sherlock's death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he's hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn't stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty's web, BAMF-style.

Hope for Heroes by Richefic (K+, 16,887 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TGG Fic, Introspection / Flashbacks, Friendship/Epic Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Sherlock Admires John, BAMF John, John Deduces, Fancy Party, John’s Self Esteem, Domestics) – In the final moments of "The Great Game" Holmes hopes he will have the chance to tell his flatmate that he was wrong. Heroes do exist after all and the one in front of him is called Dr John Watson.

Traitor's Gate by roane (E, 17,714 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mystery, Bets and Wagers, Undercover for a Case, BAMF John, Scientist Sherlock, Teasing, Established Relationship, Military Base, Sexting/Texting, Military/Uniform Kink, Frottage, Dirty Sex, Anal, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock go undercover at a top secret government lab to find out who is selling research. John is back in uniform and Sherlock is back in a laboratory, but they have to pose as strangers. Sherlock thinks he'll have an easy time of it, but John has his doubts. It's up to them to find out who is responsible for putting a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, and try to keep their hands off each other at the same time.

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

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock's case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he's pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w., 6 Ch. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Jealous Sherlock, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they've made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25,947 w., 11 Ch. || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. {{This was one of the first AU’s I read, and I still love it to this day}}. SEQUELS: Still Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF)

And A Doctor by StillWaters1 (T, 27,393 w., 6 Ch. || Friendship, Doctor John, Whump, Soldier / Doctor Dichotomy, Five and One) – It was only when people actually saw John working as a physician that they began to understand: that it wasn't just about bullets and IEDs and trauma care under fire. That "doctor" actually covered a pretty wide field. And that John was bloody good at covering ground. 5 times Dr. Watson treated others and 1 time he treated himself.

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop, Past Abuse) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

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

To Mend Icarus by AlessNox (T, 29,186 w., 14 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship, Drama, BAMF!John, Emotional Turmoil, Introspection, Harry is in this Fic, Angry John, Happy Ending, Queerplatonic Relationship) – After a case lands John Watson in court, he tells Sherlock that he is leaving. Not understanding why, Sherlock decides that the only way to learn the truth is to investigate his flatmate, Dr. John Watson. A revision of the story Mending Icarus.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,689 w., 8 Ch. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Beach Holidays, Confused Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w., 20 Ch. || Alternating POV, Molly/  John [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon...or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn't know what Molly's up to...but he knows he doesn't like it.

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

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

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w., 4 Ch. ||  H/C, Injury, Slow Burn) – When John's left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she's about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

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

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w., 9 Ch. || Magical Realism, BAMF!John, Slow Burn) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w., 26 Ch. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

Wars We Fought, Things We're Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w., 10 Ch. || Post S3 / Post TAB, Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST/URT, 3G, Mild Peril, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case, Protective Mycroft, Infant Death Pre-Story, Friends to Lovers) –  Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

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

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

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

Perdition's Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., 21 Ch. || Treklock AU, Est. Rel, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

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?

Watches 'Verse by bendingsignpost (E, 66,905 w. across 2 works || Magical Realism, Reality Distortion, Angst, Partial MCD, BAMF John) – First, he is shot in Afghanistan. Second, he wakes to a phone call in Chelmsford, Essex. Third is pain, fourth is normalcy, fifth is agony and sixth is confusion. By the eighth, he's lost track. (John-centric AU) Part 1 of Watches 'Verse

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

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

Darkling, I Listen by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 73,254 w., 8 Ch. || Fairy Tale AU || Loosely Based on Beauty and the Beast, Magical Realism, Suicidal Themes, Romance, Creepiness, Adventure) – No one who enters old London ever comes out. They say that the beast devours them. When his sister disappears, John ventures into the dead zone beyond the wall, and finds a brilliant madman under a terrible curse... Part 1 of Darkling I Listen + Extras, Deleted Scenes

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

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

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 83,535 w., 9 Ch. || Sentinel / Guides Omegaverse AU || Adventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he's kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

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

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

Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance (E, 106,650 w., 71 Ch. || Future AU, Augmentation || Augmented John, Depression, Body Modification, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Sci-Fi, Self-Care, Body Dysmorphia) – John wants to explain the rush of sensation and data, which is just another form of sensation (or is it the other way around?). John wants to say: Augmentation circuits report temperature, pressure, various forms of quantitative input. Sudden changes are reported as pain, since sudden changes are dangerous, and pain is the quickest way to encourage reflexive extraction. But all John can manage is, “Nng.” Because this sudden touch is not reporting as pain. Part 2 of STATIC

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.

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

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE, WiP || Established Relationship, Major Character Injury, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis/Disabilities, Hurt/Comfort, POV Sherlock, Mental Health Issues, Drug Use, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

The Burning Heart by May_Shepard (M, 119,150 w., 21 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, John’s Sexuality, S3 Rewrite, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV John Watson, John’s Gay) – When Sherlock dies, John Watson feels like his life is over too. He’s completely shut down, until Mark Morstan, a new nurse at John’s medical clinic, catches his attention, and helps him uncover the long buried truth of his attraction to men. Although he’s certain he’ll never get over Sherlock, John plans to move on, and build a new life with Mark, unaware that Sherlock is not quite as dead as he appears, and that Mark is hiding secrets of his own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

[teatime-imagines]

Yandere!Raihan or Yandere!Guzma?

Alrighty this was fun, hope you don’t mind but I only did Raihan, this is a SW/SH blog after all :)

Yandere!Raihan

This Raihan is confidant, how could he not be, after all he’s made himself into the top gym leader in his league but...there’s just one little problem. Leon. After ten straight years of losing to him it’s caused some self esteem issues. No matter what he’s dose it’s never enough, tarnishing what he has accomplished because of this in his mind.

Then one day he’s out, talking, hanging with his ‘friend’ when Leon brings up that he wants some advice. He has a crush. They’re just so sweet and cute, they tell such funny stories, and has he mentioned how helpful they are? Just the other day they helped him find his way! And on and on he goes but, oh, what should he do? His flirting hasn’t been working but you’re a lady’s man Raihan, what do you think?

So he smiles, and tells him what he wants to hear and sends him off with that, but on the inside? He’s seething. It doesn’t matter that he has a huge following on his social media,it doesn’t matter that most people would leap at the chance to be with him, it doesn’t matter because it’s not enough. No. What matters is that his rival always wins,that he one ups him, that he’s going to get the girl because of course LEON will. And he begins to plan.

He starts by getting to know you first, not directly of course,no, he can’t have either of you knowing that but indirectly. He makes a fake account to do his research, finding your profile and going through your history, seeing if there’s anything he can use. He knows that he can take some time to be thorough since Leon doesn’t even show up in your feed and he’s smart enough to give Leon slightly ill advice without it being obvious. Raihan knows that this project of his is going to take time but he’s planning to be in it for the long run if he has to. He’s going to steal you from Leon before he even realizes it.

Eventually Raihan will make his move, speaking from the persona he’s crafted he’ll make some comment or other to you and you two end up talking. He’s surprised by how easy and natural it feels, slowly learning more about you and begins to see why his rival has affection for you. Over time it becomes uncommon for him to not hear from you nor for him to send you little comments through out the day. He, or his persona, eventually even begins to confide in you indirectly about some of his insecurities and having you offer your support... he begins to lose sight of why this began.

Time slips by and Raihan can honestly say that he’s enjoyed talking with you, even other people have commented on the changes they’ve seen. But nothing lasts and just talking isn’t enough for him. It begins small, just saving some photos you’d posted to his phone but he feels the need to be closer and begins snapping his own pics of you. You’d made it so easy for him to find you too, your conversations giving him an easy trail to follow.

But satisfaction and complacency aren’t traits he’s known for and Raihan ends up staging a scenario for you to meet him, the real him. It’s like getting to know you all over again and this time having your full attention as well... it feeds something inside him.

When he’s with you he feels that he isn’t the inadequate, that there isn’t any pretense either of you are putting up or one that he has to live up to. After all he knows it for a fact when you told his persona about how you’d met ‘Raihan’ and what you’d though oh him.

Then... Leon has to go and ruin this for him as well. He finds out from you that the Champion has asked you out for a date and you accepted. But why? He could have sworn that you felt something for him, all those conversations, the little innuendos... He’s not going to let Leon win you so easily, you were probably just too polite to say no after all.

So he lets you go, not alone of course as he chaperones from a distance, following discretely at a distance. In a way he’s aware that what he’s doing isn’t normal but Raihan doesn’t focus on that nagging sense. How can he when all he can focus on is how he let this happen, if he had been better then...

He waits to hear from you first, testing to see if you’re already moving on but finds that he was worried for nothing when you message him the next day. You tell him you want to talk and he invites you to his place to do you.

That’s when things go wrong. It starts off normally enough for the two of you, drinks are shared, there’s a few laughs, you fill each other in on the on goings of your life, the usual. Until he leaves you alone to grab more refreshments, alone with his unlocked phone. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue and normally you wouldn’t care but when you decide to send a quick message to his persona...and the notification on his phone shows your name... Who can blame you for being curious?

You don’t know what to feel besides shock at the amount of photos he has of you, you don’t know what to feel when you realize the truth of your friend, but what you feel when you stand to leave and find him behind you? Fear.

Raihan looks nothing like what you’ve grown accustomed to, his eyes look wild and his hands are clenched. “ Y/N... please, I can explain just...”

Raihan is almost incoherent as he tries to admit as much as he can as quickly as possible to keep you from leaving. How he’s grown to care for you, how he needs you in his life, how you smooth and fill a part of him that’s been hurting for so long. There’s a tinge of panic to his voice and he keeps reaching out for you but you keep moving away.

The worst is when you tell him you need time to think, that you need to go home and - You don’t get to finish as he manages to grab onto you, clasping you tightly to his body.

He explains he can’t risk that, not after everything you’ve shared, not when Leon is trying to take you from him and wouldn’t it be better if you just stayed here with him? If you need time, he can give you that, you just need some help to realize that you’re meant to be here with him and he loves take care of you until you do. After all, you’ve helped him so much how could he not return the favor?

You realize as you struggle against him that you’re not going to be able to fight him off, all those years of training dragon types have left him more than capable of overpowering you. Maybe it would just be better to wait him out, see if anyone is able to find you. But those ideas are quickly dashed when he off handedly mentions that he’ll send a message out via your phone to let people know you’re going off to the Wild Area to train. Aren’t you so lucky he’s thought this out to give you two more time to spend together?

NSFW

Now that he has you he fully intendes to show you why he’s better for you over Leon. You can fully expect him to be in contact with you in some form or other. Either running his hand through your hair, having you sit in his lap, or even just skimming his hands along any bare patch of skin.

You should just accept that physical contact is how he express his need for you. The first time he takes you to bed is almost revenant in how he handles your body, hands and lips paying homage to your shape, tracing the lines that make up your form. It’s not until he’s kneeling at your feet, gazing up at you, that you realize that he fully intends to have you.

Raihan would tease you as he worked his way up your legs, leaving a trail of hickeys along your thighs before descending on the apex between your legs. He wouldn’t stop until you’re shaking around him, even if he has to hold down your hips, he’s going to make you cum on his tongue before anything else.

It’s once you’re almost sobbing that he’ll give himself some reprieve, letting himself sink into you raw as he forces you to look at him. This first time he wants your eyes only on him as he slowly grinds into you, taking his time. He’ll hold you by the hair if he has too because he needs you to know and acknowledge that it’s him breaking you apart.

He’ll experiment to find any weak spots that you have so expect him to go from sucking at your chest, raking his nails down your back, to slow and deep kisses. Any little sigh will just rile him up, saying his name though will cause him to lose what control he’s managed.

When he finishes he’ll see it as marking you as his, both physically and metaphorically because there’s two ways he’ll cum. In you or on you because the sight of something so visceral as you painted in his cum...

Fully expect to be taken by him multiple times, his goal is to make you his and even if you think once you admit it that he’ll slow down...reconsider.

[ragnarachael]

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last updated — june 20th, 2020

MARVEL

PETER PARKER

CRUSH CITY, POPULATION: US — ONESHOT

Y/N’S FRIEND DRAGS HER TO A PARTY WHERE SHE ENDS UP TALKING WITH PETER, A GUY THAT SHE SHARES A FEW CLASSES WITH AND MAY OR MAY NOT KINDA HAVE A LITTLE CRUSH ON.

THE ONE WITH THE SOCKS IN BED — DRABBLE

PETER IS SICK, WEARING SOCKS TO BED, AND REALLY NEEDS A CUDDLE.

THE ONE WITH THE BLACK EYE — DRABBLE

PETER’S SPIDEY REFLEXES AREN’T ALWAYS HANDY. (FEATURES NELSON & MURDOCK!READER AND FRIEND!MATT MURDOCK)

THE ONE WITH THE EXISTENTIAL QUESTION — DRABBLE

YOU AND PETER ARE TALKING ABOUT ALTERNATE UNIVERSES WHEN HE ASKS THE QUESTION EVERYONE IN THE COMPOUND HAS BEEN WAITING FOR.

THE ONE WITH THE CHARITY GALA — DRABBLE

PETER ASKED YOU TO BE HIS FAKE DATE TO TONY STARK’S CHARITY GALA. (COLLEGE!AU)

THE ONE WITH THE CHARITY GALA PRT 2 — DRABBLE

WHO KNEW PETER WOULD PICK YOU OVER OSCAR ISAAC?

THE ONE WITH RUMLOW AND THE SPY — DRABBLE

YOU AND YOUR AGENCY WORK FOR TONY STARK SO YOU CAN CATCH BROCK RUMLOW. ALONG THE WAY, YOU RUN INTO PETER PARKER.

THE ONE WITH RUMLOW AND THE SPY PRT 2 — DRABBLE

YOU’RE FORCED TO STAY BACK AND CLEAN. YOU RUN INTO PETER PARKER ONCE AGAIN.

THE ONE WITH THE KNIFE VINE — DRABBLE

YOU AND PETER GET CAKE AS A REWARD.

THE ONE WHERE TONY HAS TO DO ALL THE WORK — DRABBLE

TONY THINKS YOU AND THE KID ARE CUTE. UNTIL HE HAS TO WAKE YOU TWO UP.

THE ONE WITH THE DIMENSION HOPPER — DRABBLE

YOU’RE STARGAZING WHEN PETER DECIDES TO BE A PAIN IN THE ASS. (FEATURING BECK!READER) 

THE ONE WITH WUTHERING HEIGHTS — DRABBLE

PETER WANTED TO HAVE A “STUDY SESSION.”

THE ONE WITH THE SALAD —DRABBLE

YOU AND PETER ARE ON YOUR FIRST DATE SINCE TONY FOUND OUT YOU TWO WERE DATING.

THE ONE WITH THE FEAR OF BIKES — DRABBLE

YOU DON’T DIG BIKES AT ALL.

THE ONE WITH THE NEW YORK SIREN — DRABBLE

SPIDER-MAN IS FACE TO FACE WITH NEW YORK’S NEWEST VIGILANTE.

THE ONE WITH THE FRUIT PUNCH — DRABBLE

PETER FINALLY TALKS TO YOU AT A PARTY. TONY HAS TO INTERRUPT BEFORE YOU DO MORE THAN TALKING. (FEATURING COLLEGE!PETER X COLLEGE!READER)

SPRING HAS SPRUNG — ONESHOT (REQUESTED) 

SPRING BREAK MEANT COMING HOME AND RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS FOR A WEEK OR TWO. HOWEVER, THE SECOND PETER PARKER COMES TO YOUR PLACE TO CRASH FOR A FEW DAYS, YOU FIGURE OUT THAT YOUR PROBLEMS FOLLOWED YOU INTO THE COMFORT OF YOUR OWN HOME. (FEATURING COLLEGE!PETER X COLLEGE STARK!READER)

MICHELLE JONES

REEVALUATION — ONESHOT (REQUESTED)

YOU AND MJ HAVE BEEN HAVING SOME TROUBLES IN YOUR FRIENDSHIP FOR THE PAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, AND IT TAKES THE ART COMPETITION AT MIDTOWN HIGH TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF WHY SHE’S BEEN ACTING SO RUDE TO YOU.

THE ONE WITH THE ENGLISH CLASS — DRABBLE

MJ TRIES IMPRESSING YOU DURING YOUR ENGLISH CLASS.

MATT MURDOCK

POOL — ONESHOT

IT’S DATE NIGHT FOR YOU AND MATT, SO YOU BOTH DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO PLAY A NICE FRIENDLY GAME OF POOL IN JOSIE’S BAR.

THE ONE WITH THE DEVIL’S BABY — DRABBLE

YOU’VE BEEN SICK LATELY AND TRIED TO HIDE IT.

BLUE MOON — ONESHOT/POTENTIAL SERIES

AFTER A ROUGH BREAKUP YOU HEAD BACK TO THE ONE PLACE THAT’LL HELP YOU DROWN YOUR IMPENDING SORROWS: JOSIE’S.

THE ONE WITH THE KNOCK OFF DAREDEVIL SUIT — DRABBLE

YOU AND MATT ARE HEADING TO FOGGY’S HALLOWEEN PARTY.

STEPHEN STRANGE

SILVIA AND THE GOOGLE SEARCH — ONESHOT

SILVIA’S FEELING A LITTLE UNDER THE WEATHER AND INSTEAD OF INFORMING HER FATHER, SHE GOOGLES HER SYMPTOMS. STEPHEN WISHES SHE DIDN’T DO THAT. (FEATURING MY OC SILVIA STRANGE, FATHER!STEPHEN STRANGE)

THE ONE WITH PERSUASION  — DRABBLE

STEPHEN’S TRYING TO CONVINCE YOU TO COME TO A PARTY AS HIS PLUS ONE. (TECHNICAL PROLOGUE FOR A NEW ER NURSE!READER FIC)

PIECES OF EGG — ONESHOT 

YOU WERE COOKING BREAKFAST WHEN YOUR FAVORITE SONG CAME ON. (FEATURING ER NURSE!READER)

THE ONE WITH THE PREGNANCY SCARE — DRABBLE

YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE PREGNANT AND END UP SUGGESTING AN ALTERNATIVE BIRTH CONTROL METHOD TO STEPHEN.

THE ONE WITH THE HAMILTON BIOGRAPHY — DRABBLE

STEPHEN STARTS HIS FIRST DAY AT STARK AND POTTS ILLUSTRATED MEETING YOU.

THE ONE WITH THE BASSET HOUND — DRABBLE

YOU REALLY WANT STEPHEN’S DOG.

THE ONE WITH UNREQUITED LOVE — DRABBLE

YOU KNEW YOU FELT SOMETHING FOR STEPHEN. BUT HE LOVED CHRISTINE. 

THE ONE WITH THE SECOND DATE — DRABBLE

STEPHEN STRANGE IS GENUINELY A GOOD DATE.

THE ONE WITH SPAGHETTI NIGHT — DRABBLE

STEPHEN’S DAUGHTER TRIES TO KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO HIM. (FEATURING MY OC, SILVIA STRANGE!)

THE ONE WITH THE CHAI LATTE — DRABBLE

STEPHEN JUST WANTED TO GET COFFEE BEFORE HIS MEETING.

THE ONE WITH THE HARRY POTTER REFERENCE — DRABBLE

YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D SEE THE DAY STEPHEN GETS ASSIGNED A NICKNAME BY TONY STARK.

THE ONE WITH THE POTENTIAL MUGGING — DRABBLE

STEPHEN’S DOORS ARE OPEN TO YOU 24/7.

THE ONE WITH THE SOCK THIEF — DRABBLE

STEPHEN’S HURT AND YOU PATCH HIM UP.

THE ONE WHERE YOU REMIND YOURSELF OF TWILIGHT — DRABBLE

YOU CAN’T SLEEP AND DECIDE THAT STARING AT YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A GOOD PASTIME. 

I’LL LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY — ONESHOT

YOU’RE FINALLY BACK IN YOUR APARTMENT FROM YOUR LONG SHIFT AT METRO-GENERAL, BUT YOUR MYSTICAL BOYFRIEND DECIDED YOU COULDN’T TAKE A BREAK YET. (FEATURING ER NURSE!READER)

BATTLE OF WIT — ONESHOT

STEPHEN REALIZES AFTER YOUR MOST RECENT BATTLE THAT HE CAN’T LOSE YOU, NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE. HE’S JUST... TERRIBLE AT EXPRESSING HIS FEELINGS PROPERLY.

WADE WILSON

SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA — ONESHOT

WADE DIDN’T WANT TO RUIN HIS KID’S NIGHT WITH  HER ‘BOYFRIEND,’ BUT HE DIDN’T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE, SHE HAD A RIGHT TO KNOW. (FEATURING FATHER!WADE WILSON AND PETER PARKER X DEADPOOL’S!DAUGHTER)

STEVE ROGERS

PROMISES PROMISES — ONESHOT

STEVE WISHES YOU’D STOP REMINISCING WHEN YOU’RE LITERALLY BLEEDING OUT IN HIS ARMS.

THE ONE WITH THE COFFEE SHOP — DRABBLE

BUCKY CATCHES STEVE SKETCHING A GIRL WHO ALWAYS COMES TO A LOCAL COFFEE SHOP ACROSS THE STREET FROM THEIR APARTMENT AND CONVINCES HIM TO TALK TO HER.

THE ONE WITH THE COFFEE SHOP PRT 2 — DRABBLE

STEVE FINALLY GETS THE COURAGE TO TALK TO THE GIRL WITH THE SHIELD HAT AND CIA PATCH.

THE ONE WITH THE GINGERBREAD ZOMBIES — DRABBLE

YOU WISH HALLOWEEN WAS CELEBRATED A LOT MORE THAN CHRISTMAS IS.

THE ONE WITH THE STUTTER — DRABBLE

YOU’RE TRYING TO TELL STEVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT.

TONY STARK

THE ONE WITH NO RESOLUTION — DRABBLE

TONY FEELS OBLIGATED TO FIND A WAY TO GET EVERYONE BACK. (SOME AVENGERS: ENDGAME SPOILERS!!)

THE ONE WITH THE GOLDFISH — DRABBLE

YOUR NIECE LOVES MAKING A MESS.

THE ONE WITH THE DRUNK LOVER — DRABBLE

YOU HAD A GIRLS NIGHT AND WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD.

THE ONE WITH YOUR NIECE — DRABBLE

YOUR NIECE GIVES TONY THE BEST CROWN AROUND.

THE ONE WITH THE DINNER CONTRACT — DRABBLE

YOU AND TONY ARE BACK FROM TRAVELING TO VISIT YOUR FAMILY AND FIND THAT JET LAG IS A GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING.

THE ONE WITH THE DOG — DRABBLE

TRYING TO CONVINCE TONY STARK TO GET A DOG FOR THE AVENGERS IS HARD UNTIL THOR IS BROUGHT INTO THE MIX.

THE ONE WITH THE PEPPERMINT — DRABBLE

TONY OFFERS YOU A DRINK YOU HAVE TO REFUSE.

LOKI ODINSON/LAUFEYSON

THE ONE WITH THE TRICKSTER — DRABBLE

LOKI WOKE YOU UP BY GIVING YOU A WET-WILLIE.

THE ONE WITH THE BOZO — DRABBLE

AT STARK AND POTTS ILLUSTRATED, LOKI BULLIES YOU OVER YOUR HEIGHT.

THE ONE WITH OTHELLO — DRABBLE

LOKI WAS READING OTHELLO WHEN HE MET HIS SOULMATE.

THE ONE WITH THE GUN — DRABBLE

YOU THOUGHT SOMEONE BROKE INTO YOUR ROOM.

THE ONE WHERE THOR RETALIATED — DRABBLE

LOKI GOT A RETRACTABLE KNIFE AS A GIFT. YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE AFTERMATH OF HIS ACTIONS, AS USUAL.

THE ONE WITH TRYING NEW THINGS — DRABBLE

LOKI TRIES TO ACT LIKE A MIDGARDIAN WHEN YOU NEED TO SHOP FOR A STARK GALA.

THE ONE WITH DEVELOPING POWERS — DRABBLE

YOU’RE FREEZING GLASSES OF WATER. LOKI’S THERE FOR HELP.

THE ONE WITH TRYING NEW THINGS — DRABBLE

LOKI ACCOMPANIES YOU TO PREPARE FOR STARK’S GALA AND TRIES MIDGARDIAN FOOD.

THE ONE WITH THE ASGARDIAN BALL — DRABBLE

YOU’RE PROVING TO ODIN YOU CAN ATTEND A BALL.

KISSES AND CONSTELLATIONS — ONESHOT

YOU AND LOKI ARE CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS, NAVIGATING YOUR FIRST DATE. IT’S AWKWARD, UNTIL YOU REALIZE YOU HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT AT ALL.

SHIRTLESS WONDERS — ONESHOT

WHEN YOU GO LOOKING FOR LOKI, YOU FIND THAT IN THE MIDST OF BATTLE HE HAD BEEN INJURED. WHILE TENDING TO HIS WOUNDS, SOME THINGS COME TO LIGHT.

JOYRIDE — ONESHOT

YOU’RE HEADING BACK TO YOUR APARTMENT AFTER A GAME NIGHT AT A FRIEND’S PLACE WHEN YOU ENCOUNTER LOKI FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE HIS INVASION IN 2012.

BUCKY BARNES

THE ONE WITH THE COOKING SHOW — DRABBLE

YOU DIDN’T EXPECT YOUR BOYFRIEND TO GET HEATED OVER A SHOW.

THE ONE WITH THE SNOWBALL FIGHT — DRABBLE

A SNOW DAY WITH THE WINTER SOLDIER 

THE ONE WITH THE ORIGINAL COKE — DRABBLE

A 1940′S COKE IS HARD TO FIND NOW-A-DAYS.

[chillmichelle]

Marry Me 2

Part 1 is: https://chillmichelle.tumblr.com/post/176931344424/marry-me 

The door slams shut when she storms out.

The studio doors had always been heavy. They were made of this thick mahogany wood, meant to cut off all sounds from entering the studio during recording and writing.

Yet, as she slams the doors and storms out of the enclosed space, it sounds a million times heavier. There are tears rolling down her cheeks, they’re flushed from both anger and embarrassment. She wipes them away only for them to reappear.

Opening the door to her car, she gets in only to sit for a moment quietly. She didn’t have time to take in the situation while it was unfolding, didn’t have time to register the words she said.

“I wouldn’t want to marry someone who isn’t ever home anyways.”

She rests her head against the top of the steering wheel, closing her eyes and mentally considering the options she had. She wonders if her marriage is completely called off, if her engagement is over, and if she’s just thrown away some of the best years she’s ever had.

The idea makes her sad, the possibility of never having the opportunity to be with him again. But as soon as her sorrow comes, her anger hits her. That the man who supposedly loved her would say such harmful things, would propose only to neglect all responsibilities after that.

Sobbing until there are black stains under her red and puffy eyes, and salty tears staining her steering wheel, she prepares herself mentally to drive back to her shared home. She wonders if he’ll return after the words uttered by the both of them, or if he’ll make the decision to crash with a friend instead.

-

Harry sits in shock after she slams the door behind her, flinching at the loud sound of the heavy wood slamming against the door frame. He can still smell her perfume lingering in the space around him.

Truthfully, he didn’t even remember what the pictures of your wedding dress looked like because he wasn’t paying attention. She had entered the room just as he was placing the finishing touches on the production of one of the songs he thought would be the last piece to the ever so time consuming album

Which explains why he was so damn focused.

At first, he remained shocked. He doesn’t know how the turn of events occurred, but there’s an unmistakable feeling of guilt clawing away in his chest.

And that’s when he begins to panic.

His hands run through to the roots of his hair, tugging lightly on them as he stresses himself out. He mutters profanities under his breath, not too loudly but quietly enough to where both Mitch and Jeff hear him say “Shit, Shit, Fuck” from the corner of the room. They both want to intervene, but acknowledging the state he’s in, they make the decision not to.

“Are you okay?” Jeff finally asks gently, knowing anything could push Harry over the edge. Harry seems to be teetering on the edge of yelling and crying, overanalyzing everything as he rocks back and forth uncomfortably.

While Jeff expects him to scream, maybe even yell in anger at the absurdity of the situation, he sees his friend and client crying instead. Small streaks leak down his soft porcelain skin as he holds himself, like a child who’s just been scolded. He lets out a small cry in response to Jeff’s question.

“What do I do?” His voice sounds grainy at the sudden change in mood.

“God, Jeff, tell me how to fix this. I can’t-can’t lose her. Not this easily.”

His head shakes as more salty liquid escaped his eyes and splashes onto his cheeks. He imagines the possibility of no more planning ahead, no more late nights discussing what they’re going to name their 3rd child, or what breed of dog they’re going to get when they come back from their honeymoon.

And unexpectantly, Jeff smiles, grabbing Harry’s car keys before leading him out of the studio to begin to patch things up.

Harry doesn’t return for a few hours.

Every hour y/n spends expressing a series of different emotions.

During the first hour, she’s upset. She manages to enter Harry’s closet, her eyes scanning the Gucci suits probably worth more than three times the price of her “stupid” wedding dress. She feels the urge to destroy them, but realizing they’re just too beautiful to be torn apart in a fit of anger, she sighs and heads to the living room downstairs, willing to channel her anger elsewhere.

During the second hour, she wants to know where it went wrong. Where she could’ve told him “Hey, maybe stop working and focus on our wedding that’s only in a couple of weeks?” She wonders if things could’ve played out differently.

During the third our, she sulks indefinitely into her pillow in their shared room upstairs, wondering if he’s even going to return within the limits of the day.

Then, a door clicks open from downstairs. Normally, she wouldn’t have noticed it. But her sobbing has died down and she doesn’t have any sort of noise blaring from the sound system or the television. She jumps up from the pillow, knees folded underneath her as she sits on the bed. She mentally debates as to whether she should plop back down onto the comfortable mattress (given how expensive it was), or whether he should run downstairs to talk things out to him. She chooses an area between her two options, slowly and cautiously tip toeing downstairs in her furry slippers.

She sees him, sitting alone on their couch with a head of unorganized curls sitting sadly on his head. He slouches down tiredly, a large white box with a lid sitting next to him.

She clears her throat quietly and he doesn’t hear her. Working up all of her courage, she slowly asks “harry?” and he flinches. He nearly leaps up from where he’s sitting on the couch, his eyes quickly following her voice to the top of her stairs.

“Love…”

She averts her eyes, slowly regretting her decision as she remembers the last conversation they shared. Her gaze meets the tips of her slippers, biting down on her lips to keep a cry from falling out of them. Walking down the rest of the stairs, she’s overthinking, playing out every possible variation of the conversation they could have in her head and not considering the fact that they might actually work out.

The more she thinks, the more she wishes she wouldn’t have gone downstairs, and instead she wishes she would’ve faked sleep for the rest of the night. They had fought before, but never like this. Never to the point where neither of them knew what to say, or where to start.

“It wouldn’t do anything if I said I was sorry, would it?” He asks her. Y/n notices that Harry’s voice is more gravelly than usual. And while, in any other situation, she would’ve found the extra rasp appealing, right now she finds his voice painful.

She looks up at him, making brief eye contact before averting her eyes to the floor again. Harry sighs as he takes in her actions as a response.

They stand in silence once again. Although somewhere, they’re both aware of the knowledge that their relationship will eventually work out, they both get the feeling that it’s hanging on by a thread. A grey cloud lingering over their shared home.

“I want to save us.” He tells her, breaking the silence once again. “Don’t-” he catches a shaky breath, “Don’t want to lose yeh.” He breaths. Y/n isn’t able to hold back a sob as she lets it escape her sore throat, Harry’s hears thudding a little harder as he hears her hurt.

“Please say something.” He tells her, needing any sort of reassurance that they’ll be okay.

“I know I messed up, not just today but for the last few weeks. I should’ve made you the most important thing, but instead I was selfish and I made you wait because I knew you would.”

Y/N finally finds enough courage in herself to speak.

“You made me feel like you didn’t want to marry me.” She croaks out. The both make eye contact, tender and swollen eyes meeting each others, “Like I was just some nuisance and you regretted proposing to me.”

This time, he lets out a sob. His chest hurts as he imagines how she felt while he was laughing in the studio with his friends, he imagines how lonely she must’ve felt planning a wedding but having to repeatedly tell the arrangers that her husband was busy.

“I’m so, so sorry.” He whimpers, knees weakening until he falls back onto the couch behind him. She remains standing awkwardly in front of the staircase, watching as her tears fall onto the wooden floors beneath her, darkening the material.

“I know that’s not going to do anything, but I also know that i’ve been treating you so terribly. I know that you deserve better than-” He cuts himself off, shaking his head as if he doesn’t even want to think of the possibility, “I know that you could do better. But I don’t want to end everything, not like this. Not with one fight.”

Y/N can’t help but agree that they shouldn’t end what they have over this. They were better than that, at least that’s what she thinks.

She doesn’t agree or disagree, still sobbing quietly but he understands what she’s feeling. So until she feels comfortable enough to talk to him, he decides he’ll keep speaking.

“I talked to our wedding planner after you left. She gave me this, this book.”

He opens the large white box sitting next to him, pulling out the binder than Y/N was talking about with Mariah just hours ago, before quickly shutting the lid. It held all of the rough drafts to the wedding arrangements so far, none of them finalized because Harry had yet to give his opinion on the vast majority of them.

“I looked at the pages,” He opens it up, admiring the small stickers and colored pen scribbled across the pieces of the small planner. She had left notes next to each of the details for the wedding, a small reminder as to why she had each one. Next to her picture of the beautiful purple flowers on one of the pages, she had written “Morning glories, a reminder of the first date.” as an indication that they were the same flowers Harry had given her while walking through a park in New York. Harry ran his fingers over the thick pages, admiring the little notes as a small smile formed onto his face.

“I know I wasn’t there for any of it, but I want to be now. I want to start being here for you now.” He tells Y/N. She’s still iffy about giving him her trust, and he’s aware of that.

“I told you I would help you pick out your dress, so i’m going to do that. Right now.” He tells her, gesturing with his hand for her to come closer. She crosses her arms, indicating that she’d rather stay where she is. He acknowledges that, moving to lift up the lid anyways.

Y/N doesn’t expect him to pull out a series of large white dresses from inside of the box, but he does. She can’t help but let a small smile run cross her face, and no matter how much she tries to convince herself it’s from the beauty of the dresses, she realize that it’s also because of him.

“You’d look beautiful in all of them, but I figured you wouldn’t know until you tried them on.” He tells her. She walks over to the box, Harry’s breath hitches a bit because she’s near him, and she reaches out to feel the soft tulle of the white dress, trying not to touch it too aggressively.

“I can’t forgive you this easily, Harry” She tells him honestly. He nods in disappointment, the smile wiping off of his face.

“But if you prove to me that you’re willing to try, that’s a start.”

He leans in to pull her into him, her head fitting underneath the stubble on his chin. She doesn’t reciprocate for a few moments, but eventually sighs, running her hands across the sides of his waist lightly.

And, despite the fact that he entered the complex a while ago, he finally feels like he’s home.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Heya Steph! I was wondering, you have so many fic rec lists and read so many, do you have on or a few johnlock fics you could always reread? Like, they are that good you can read them over and over...

Hi Lovely!!

AHHHHHH ACTUALLY, I’ve made a list for this before, but you know what? IT NEEDS A PART TWO because I actually pulled a lot of fics off of it to keep it shorter, so WHEE THANK YOU for giving me a reason to share even more of the fics I ALWAYS go back and never tire of!!

TOP 30 READ AGAIN FICS Pt 2

See also:

Top 30 Read-Again Fics (March 2019)

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

Another Top 10 Fave Fics (June 2019)

Two To Tango (The Cold Hands, Warm Heart Remix) by igrockspock (T, 1,207 w., 1 Ch. || Domestics, John Whump, Worried Sherlock) – When John is wounded while pursuing a suspect, Sherlock refuses to leave his side.

Take My Hand, Knot Your Fingers Through Mine by patster223 (K+, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || H/C & Friendship, Whump) - "I know this is an inconvenience for you, but I would really rather you were awake right now, John." John is unconscious, and Sherlock decides to talk to him anyway. Sherlock/John pre-slash.

Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious / Worried Sherlock) – In the end, separating John's things from Sherlock's in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn't want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Measuring Damage With the Fujita Scale by teahigh (T, 3,548 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Vacation / Holidays, Friends to Lovers, Bed-Sharing, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Angsty Fluff, Scars, Awkward Talks) – John goes back into town, into the storm, and Sherlock realises he forgot to say, “I just want to be alone with you.”

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

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

In Which "John" Becomes a Synonym for "Help" by asignoftwo (T, 7,391 w., 1 Ch. || Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) –  After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

I'm Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, 7,672 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cudding, Doctor/Patient, Accidents, Pining Sherlock, Blow Jobs, Oral / Anal, BAMF John, Minor Injuries, Dev. Rel.) – Sherlock finds increasingly ridiculous ways to get John to patch him up after hurting himself.

I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E, 7,692 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Victor Trevor, Jealous John, Miscommunications, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Anal, BJs) – They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson By Jessa7 (T, 8,085 w., 1 Ch. || Romance / Humour) – Mycroft is just as much of a genius as Sherlock is. He keeps randomly kidnapping John for chats, and the locations get better. Cue Sherlock’s younger sibling complex rearing up and jealousy ensues.

High Tide by stardust_made (T, 8,540 w., 1 Ch. || Jealousy, Angst, First Kiss) – A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, affluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it. Part 1 of The High Tide Series

The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, 9,020 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Rel., Friends to Lovers, Humour, Romance, Smut) – What it says on the tin: John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game. Of course it's for a case. Of course it doesn't stay that way. Part 8 of I Blame Tumblr

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it's business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

Drive by lifeonmars (M, 9,537 w., 1 Ch. || Virginity, Awkward First Times, Minor Injuries) – John and Sherlock are stranded by the roadside, and John is injured. They need to spend the night in the back of a humvee. Sherlock is confused. John is understanding.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w., 1 Ch. || Winglock || Angels / Demons, Supernatural Elements, Occult) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John.

The River Variations by withoutawish (T, 11,619 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Three Garridebs, Romance, Light Case Fic, Near Death Experience, Angst and Fluff, Dark Humour) – John Watson never knew that he wanted a ‘no toast in the mornings’ normal until he realized what an honor it is to be destroyed by Sherlock Holmes.

Pleasure to Burn by scullyseviltwin (E, 17,863 w., 1 Ch. || Firefighter AU, Firefighter John / Arson Investigator Sherlock, Slow Burn, Pining, Case Fic-ish) – “If you’d kindly stop knocking about in there and destroying all of my evidence, it would be most appreciated!” John groaned and for a moment rested his head against the side of the truck. Of course he was the only captain left on the scene, which meant he would have to be the one to deal with the arson investigator.

Checkmate to a Castled King by LaSuen (T, 18,290 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort, Sick Sherlock, Rev. Reich.) - John dies. Or at least everyone thinks he does.

Vena Cava by SilentAuror (E, 27,452 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix-It, Romance, H/C, Angst, Infidelity) – Sherlock has been shot in the chest; John has been shot in the heart. Though everything is broken, they do their best to heal the wounds that Mary left on them both.

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w., 7 Ch. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody's happy.

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,157 w., 4 Ch. || Howl’s Moving Castle AU || Witches and Wizards, Slow Burn, Magic, Jealous John, Happy Ending, Bed Sharing) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.”Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

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

There's Someone On Your Shoulder by halloa_what_is_this (NR, 41,215 w., 6 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Daydreams, Sherlock Loves John So Much it Hurts) – Sherlock trips and falls head over heels in love, makes a lot of lists and stares, stares, stares.

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T, 47,798 w., 9 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Slow Burn, Post TRF Angst) – Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) –After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?